AN On The Universe: This follows neither the anime nor the manga, really, but is set in an alternate timeline and or AU. There is not going to be any Alchemy in this story, but hey I found a happy medium. I kept Ed's Auto-mail arm and leg. :D
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Rating Information - Rated "M" overall due to scenes of an explicit or disturbing nature later on. Please check each chapter for each rating or warnings. (boyxboy)
Warning: Cursing, sexuality swaying, BoyxBoy kissing, alcohol uses.
Beta: konfessor2u- the best beta in the world. She keeps me from embarrassing myself.
∞∾Edward∾∞
Roy's kiss had been… almost beyond description. It was an impulsive, overwhelming; sweet and fiery, satisfying almost to the point of freight kind of kiss. The unexpected cosmic explosion caught me up so strongly, I found my mind held no control over my reactions. Not from my tightening arms around Roy's responsive body, nor my tongues blissful surrender to the delightful suction.
Desire swept me away down the river of lust and I found no need to stop myself as my back pressed into the wall near the entrance to my loft…
Okay, hold up, I think I'm getting a little too far ahead of myself. Let's start this at the beginning of the night…
"You're taking me to a five star restaurant?"I felt my jaw hit the floor at the sight held before me. This place was beyond the meaning of 'fancy'…Not only was this really a date, but the fucking bastard had the audacity to take me here, of all places… My feathers were being ruffled at my thoughts and towards a certain Bastard Captain.
Mustang, being the gentleman, appeared to hold the door for me with the smirk I was now coming to know as a hindering annoyance. I glared back.
"Were you expecting a hot dog stand and popcorn, Edward?" The man asked with smooth humor, his black brow bunching together as he held the eloquent bronze door open for me.
"Well, I wasn't expecting this." I said looking towards him, my arms crossed in front of my chest defiantly. "And stop fucking opening doors for me, I ain't a girl…" I reprehended him as I stomped through the entrance.
"Of course you aren't," Roy replied again in his smooth voice, letting the door shut behind him. "…because if you were, you wouldn't be here." he added swiftly, making my jaw twinge in underlying anger.
I felt his warm hand at the base of my back as he guided me towards the maitre d' at the front of the restaurant, who was checking coats and seating customers. I felt my spine go stiff at the touch, why was he touching me? My heart gave a steady lurch. I was quickly becoming hyper aware of anything to do with Roy. And I couldn't say I cared all that much for it.
If Roy noticed the subtle change in my posture he didn't mention it. And for which I was grateful.—
"Reservation for two, under the name; Roy Mustang," Mustang spoke to the man standing behind the black podium, the warmth of his hand dropping away.
The balding man, in his stuffy suit, looked us both over with arrogance written all over his wrinkly face. Well he mostly looked me over, seeing I wasn't wearing appropriate dining clothes. Leather pants, black shirt with a black waist jacket, my leather gun holster, .44 Glocks included hidden beneath my inner-jacket, and my heavy red winter coat finished my look.
I was the elephant in the room, sticking out amongst the rich and glamorize. Fucking-Roy looked like he fit right in with his tight black slacks, and white button down shirt, the man could pass for a fucking model.
I shook my head as I backed away from the maitre d' and Roy, he could handle the table situation and I needed to take a moment to breathe and clear my thoughts.
Look around the restaurant as my coat was taken from me. The walls were tall and white with sharp drastic edges making up a majority of the place. It looked clean and polished, from the sparkling white flooring to the open cut windows, letting the pale moon light reflect against the sheen of décor. It was expensive looking, in the simplest kind of way.
"This way sir's," I turned back around at the voice addressing me. We were being seated, apparently. I furrowed my brow in irritation when Roy hand found the small of my back again. Ushering me off to the direction the waiter was taking us.
"Stop it with the hand thing…" I hissed towards him, and thankfully his palm fell away.
We were seated, and I was surprised by Roy not trying to pull out my chair for me or anything as embarrassing. We sat in silence for a while, after the waiter walked away. Waiting in the silence, like water simmering to a rolling-boil. It wasn't till the waitress had returned to take our drink orders did either of us speak.
"So Edward, you're a Detective?" Roy asked, folding his pale hands underneath his chin as he stared towards me over his brow. "Do you enjoy it?"
I don't know why, but I felt a blush working its way over my cheeks at Mustangs intense stare. "Oh, um… It's work… "I stuttered out embarrassingly, taking a slight drink of water in front of me.
"What about you? What do you do for a living?" I asked, trying to draw the attention away from me and my life. I already knew Mustang was a Captain in the navy but he didn't have to know that I knew.
"I work with the Navy. Actually, I'm on leave as we speak, for the next five days." He said as a smirk made its way onto his face. I flushed deeper at the suggestive tone he'd taken on.
"I, um, uh," I cleared my throat, trying to calm my nerves. I was unsure of what to say and I scolded myself in the process for letting myself flush at the simplest of things. "Uh, well, uh, how long have you known Riza for?" I asked picking the menu up, choosing what I want for dinner but also hiding my face from the deciphering obsidian gaze.
"I've known her since childhood. We think of each other as siblings. Speaking of family, I had a chance to finally meet Alphonse at the wedding..." Roy said leaning a little further onto his hands supporting his chin.
"You've never met Al before," I snorted as a response. "Some supposed brother you are…" I mocked, never letting my eyes leave the Menu.
"Astute observation, Mister Elric…" Roy said with a phantom smile befalling his lips. He was mocking me… I lowered the long white menu at his sarcastic tone to meet his black eyes.
"What do you mean by that?" I bit out, my annoyance clearly hanging on the edges of my words.
Our drinks arrived at that particular moment. The pretty waitress laid the white cocktail napkin on the table before placing the chilled glass cups upon them in front of their respective. Roy picked up his scotch glass into his long fingers before sipping at the fine amber liquor.
"Exactly what it sounded like..." Mustang spoke into his glass as the young waitress walked away, his debasing smirk still lingering.
"Whatever..." I cut him off, bring the menu back in front of my reddening face.
I heard a bark of laughter coming from the dark hair man sitting across from me. I abruptly slammed my menu down onto the white table cloth, making the plates and silverware rattle from the intensity. My anger was getting the better of me...but I didn't... couldn't care. This fucking bastard was getting on my last nerve.
I open my mouth to tell him exactly that, but the waitress decided to appear again asking if we were"...ready to order?"
I ground my teeth in irritation as Mustang said we were ready. Now he's fucking talking for me. I furrowed my brow as I crossed my arms in front of my chest like a child throwing a temper tantrum. This fucking guy... the bastard wasn't even affected by my outburst. My frown deepened, I could feel the seam of my jacket pulling along my auto-mail arm. A thread was caught on a screw near my elbow bracket. I growled under my breath as I felt a screw coming loose.
I suddenly stood. Two sets of surprised eyes looked towards me. One black and one set brown. "I have to pee..." I grumbled out not caring if I sounded rude.
I am literally coming undone at the seams…
I turned from the table, my eyes scanning the room for the nearest bathroom. Roy's deep voice stopped me in my tracks. "Edward, is everything alright?" He sounded a tad worried.
If I wasn't so annoyed I would have laughed at him for sounding so lame.
"... 'have to pee..." I repeated again over my shoulder, still trying to locate the bathroom.
"Well, at least order before you go." Roy stated, obviously annoyed as gesturing towards the curly hair waitress still standing at the table. Her Pen and tablet in hand. She was looking awkwardly between Mustang and I, not knowing what to do.
"Uh..." I looked back over my shoulder as I felt more then heard the tearing of cloth at my elbow. Fuck! "Do it for me..." I stated hastily before spotting the restroom tucked away in the back of the room. I was off before the Bastard could even reply.
When I was safely in the bathroom and locked behind a stall. I let out a steady breath of air before I allowed myself to assess the damage.
I took off my over jacket carefully, trying not to rip the fabric any more. I wasn't ready for the cold chill of the tile walls to dance its ways along the bare skin of my left arm. I shivered and continued to work. Trying to get the jacket off my auto-mail arm was a lot tougher. The fabric clung to the metal that made up my elbow.
Shit, "Fucking-shit." I muttered bringing my gloved left hand to my mouth. I bit the tip of the middle finger before pulling my hand away. The glove slipped free of my flesh hand and hung uselessly in my mouth. Running my fingers along the cool metal I couldn't see. I counted the screws bolted of my elbow brackets.
One...
Two...
Three...
shit...
It was the third bolt that the fabric was caught on; it was sticking out three quarters of the way of the socket. Fuck, fuck, fuck. With the fabric of the jacket knotted around it. Shit-fuck.
I felt my insides run cold, knowing who I was going have to call...
Winry.
I felt my forehead come into contact with the freezing gray bathroom stall, I groaned at my luck dropping my glove from my mouth in the process. I abandoned it to the dirty floor of the bathroom.
Winry, my cheating ex-girlfriend, was incongruously my auto-mail mechanic; she had been ever since my accident. Honestly, I didn't trust anyone else with the job. Winry was the best mechanic in the area. Just because I couldn't trust her with my heart, didn't mean I couldn't trust her with my metal limbs. At least metal can be fixed if broken...
I sighed at that thought, pulling out my cell phone out of my back pocket of my slacks. You're turning into a fucking chick, Edward...
Winry's number was still on speed dial, on the third ring she answered. Her sweet voice filtered into my ear.
"Rockwell auto-mail mechanic, we fix what others can't. This is Winry speaking, how can I help you?"
I paused; I could vividly imagine her attractive smile on the other end of the line. She was always the prettiest when she smiled. I thought with a fanciful memory.
"Hey Winry." I spoke, the nostalgia weighing heavily in my voice. I stared blankly towards my soiled white glove lying on the ground near the ceramic toilet.
"Ed...! Why are you calling?! Wait... I didn't mean that... How are you doing? I didn't think you'd be calling so soon... What can I do for you...?" She was rambling. Meaning: she was nervous.
"I...Uh..." I chuckled tensely before I cleared my voice. "I think there's a loose screw in my auto-mail joint or something..." I trailed off, closing my eyes as I heard a quite 'oh' from the other end of the line. Like she'd been expecting something else entirely from this call.
"Well... is it your arm or leg?" Winry asked her voice taking on a more professional crisp tone. It cut deep like a hot-knife through the wound still mending from our abrupt breakup.
I heard the sound of papers being shuffled around. She was probably opening my chart with my auto-mail information in it.
"It's my arm. Well, more like my Elbow." I chuckled nervously into the phone.
"Okay well, just come by the shop tonight... you're in need of a tune up anyways." She said sharply.
Fuck me.
My head fell forward to rest on the gray metal stall. "I can't..." I pulled my cell phone away from my mouth as I sighed and cursed my stupidity.
"Edward..." Winry said my name softly almost as a whisper, it twisted my insides up. "...if this is about us...please-"
I interrupted her before she could finish. "It isn't..." I could feel my anger rising. I suddenly wanted to hurt Winry as she had intentionally hurt me. "...I'm on a date and I can't leave h'..." I had almost said him. My cheeks turned red at that thought "...I can't just leave, Winry." I corrected myself with adroit skill that only detectives can possess.
I heard that quite 'oh' again from the other line, which instantly made me feel like a jerk for saying anything.
"Look Winry," I said, raising my head from the gray stall. "…is there any way I could just unscrew this bolt without damaging the structural stability of my arm?"
"Which screw is it on the joint?" her voice was small and distant. I had hurt her, I should have rejoiced but I only felt like a total ass-hat.
Two wrongs do not make a right. I imagine I could hear my mother's voice scolding me.
"It's the third one from the right." I replied pressing the phone into my ear so I could hear her better, Winry's voice was so small and barely there.
"That's the middle one?" she said the question more as a statement, but I still answered her with a muted, "yeah."
There was a momentary pause, that if I had to guess, she was probably assessing my charts. "It should be fine." She paused again and I could hear her breathing into the receiver, as well as the sounds of metal being shuffled around. Her voice returned, "but you should get over here tomorrow early in the morning. The sooner we fix it, the better." Winry spoke in her mechanic-knows-best-voice.
"Okay..." I said with a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Winry." I added on the next breath.
I heard her reply catch in her throat and when Winry spoke it was through a sad smile weary, "Any time, Edward."
The phone line went dead in my ear; the faint beeping filtered into the stall with its daunting sound. I clicked end call on the touch screen before bring the phone to rest on my forehead.
Fuck.
I felt guilty for what I just caused. I had literally stirred the metaphorical pot and simultaneously called the kettle black.
Fuck-ity-fuck
I shouldn't feel this way, considering Winry was the one who cheated on me. Not the other way around, at least I waited till I was out of a relationship to date. But did I have to go throw it in her face? No, I did not. I had basically rubbed in that I had started to move on, leaving behind our six years of the good, the best, and the worst of times.
Okay she doesn't technically know I'm on a date with a man, with Roy...
Oh shit, Roy... I had left him out there, oh fuck me; I've been in the bathroom for a really long time.
I let out a loud groan as my head came to rest in my hands, my cell phone awkwardly pressed into my face. I'm such an asshole...
Taking a deep, steady breath I dropped my hands away from my face, and repeated the process of just breathing. Okay I can do this. I reassured myself.
After slipping my phone into my trousers, I set to work to removing the loosened screw on my metal arm. Getting a good grip on the bolt with my flesh fingers, I twisted left a couple times until the screw fell into the palm of my hand. The snagged black jacket immediately released, tumbling to the checkered bathroom floor. I caught it before it could touch the dirty floor.
Bending my auto mail arm a couple times, making sure all the movability was still intact. It gave a few creeks and groans, but it was fine. Next, I took a look at my damaged jacket. There was a small hole at the elbow, the size of a silver-quarter. It was big enough to fit a finger through, I sighed. It would have to do; I can't walk around with my gun holster exposed. This isn't a crime scene.
I slipped the black waist coat back onto my body, before exiting the bathroom stall. I took my other glove off and washed my hands for good measure. I didn't linger longer than necessary before exiting the bathroom all together. Walking through the quite hum of the restaurant, I slipped my one white glove back onto my auto-mail hand.
When I located the table, I felt immensely guilty at the sight I found. The food was already at the table, but that was only part of the reason why I was feeling this culpable wall towering over me. Roy's sullen facial expression helped out in that department.
The dark hair man sat somberly with his shoulders rolled forward at the fancy white table. An oppressive aura hung around Mustangs head like a formidable rain cloud. He lazily swirled his amber liquor in the chilled scotch glass with one hand, as the other held his chin up in the palm of his hand with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair.
I fucked up. Taking a deep breath, I walked over towards the table.
"Sorry about that," I said, startling Roy out of his musing as I reached him. I watched him sit up and straighten his shoulders to look over at me.
I took my seat again. Glancing down at the dish in front of me, I realized Roy had ordered me my favorite. Noodles with meat sauce, a wave of guilt crashed over me. I winced. How did he know?
I am not big on analyzing people. I know who I am and what I'm supposed to be doing, which was enough for me. But when Roy was watching me with an unknown gleam held in his eye, I was wondering what he was thinking. I couldn't decipher if the expression was of good intensions, or bad ones.
I found myself scratching at the back of my neck with my flesh hand, trying to find something to do with my hands… "I…uh…had to call my mechanic." I told him, Roy head slightly tipped to the side at hearing my words. His dark brow furrowed dramatically in the middle.
"A mechanic? Like as in, a car mechanic?" Roy's question followed the line of his tilted dark head slanted sideways in his inquiry.
I couldn't help but bite of a laugh, "No, you idiot, an auto-mail mechanic, i.e. a mechanic who works on metal limbs." I said this sarcastically with a roll of my eyes. And here comes the big question…
I knew Mustang was going to ask if it hurt, they always do…
I tried to not look menacing as I caught the Captains gaze from across the table. Something I know I'm not very good at accomplishing. Surprisingly, a look of admirability crossed the man's eyes instead of the normal pity I usually received when a person found out about my metal extremities.
"That's a risky operation, and painful if I might add." A soft look gleamed in Roy's dark eyes. It made my cheeks grow unmanly hot. "That's an impressive feat of courage and strength, Edward." His voice was low and held an intimate pitch as he spoke.
I licked at my dry lips and held his gaze. "You speak of it like a personal experience?"
Roy's lips curled into a smile, it grazed the muscles in his cheeks. It was a real smile, a smile of remembering a fond memory. "I've seen a lot of soldiers go through with the operation, personally. It isn't pleasant."
The heaviness hung the air between us. I picked up my forgotten glass of whiskey and took a large gulp.
"…But this isn't a dinner topic, let's eat. The food had only just arrived when you'd shown back up." Roy spoke picking up his fork and gesturing to my own food.
This is how the rest of dinner was, us eating in comfortable silence, we chatted idly over dessert about our childhood and jobs. At the end of the meal, to my surprise I found I had slightly enjoyed myself. And what a bizarre feeling that was—
I had survived a date with a gay man.
When the check arrived at the table Roy and I both happen to reached for it. There was a slight argument over who was going to pay, but when I saw how much the bill was, my pride lost the fight, I let Bastard pay. This place is way over my price range…
I told Roy, I was going to wait outside and I didn't wait for his reply.
When I pushed open the bronze door of the restaurant, I discovered it was pour down raining. It was coming down in large drops of water, drenching everything it could touch. It looked like someone had turned on the shower faucet in the sky and forgotten to turn it off.
This night was slowly turning into a cheesy gay love story… I groan internally at my thoughts.
A sharp whistling sound startled me out of my musing as I turned towards it "It's really coming down out there, isn't it?" Roy spoke, handing me my red coat. I noticed he already had his heavy black coat on over his white dress shirt. Mutedly I said "thanks."
Roy's chilled fingers grazed my flesh ones on the exchange. I couldn't tell if the touch was of deliberate intent or if it was merely an accidental touch, but I wrote it off as the latter. I ignore the flipping in my stomach, as I put my winter coat on.
"We should get a cab." Roy said coolly, looking towards the chilled gray stormy sky with his hands deep in his coat pockets.
"Yeah we should," I spoke taking my hair tie out of my high pony-tail, letting my golden hair fall around my shoulders. "But then we would have to call for one, and wait for it to arrive." I added with a deviant smirk as I pulled up my red hood.
Roy was watching me, again with a disgruntle look on his face. "Then what do you expect us to do, Edward?"
I smiled towards Roy with a big Cheesy smile. "Run!" I said before I darted out in the drenching rain. A manic laugh following me down the streets of central, I heard Mustang yelling my name through the wall of rain pelting me in the face, but I kept running and laughing.
I turned down an ally way, which I knew was a short cut through the urban streets. There was an alcove there. I stopped, waiting to see if Roy was coming or not. The dark hair man turned the corner moments later, looking like a cat drenched from a bucket of water. Roy's dark hair was matted to his face, water steadily poured down his sharp jaw line. I followed the drizzle of water as it soaked through the front of the exposed white cloth. The liquid made the shirt almost transparent, outlining every muscle Roy had underneath.
I licked at my rain soaked lips, I felt the first coils of arousal pooling in my stomach. It was a foreign feeling— a feeling I should squash here and now, but I couldn't. It was so tempting, bubbling hot with the intent to rise and overflow.
"Edward…?"
And if I let it, what could that make me?
Gay?
"Where are you going?" Roy's rich voice spoke through the pattering of the rain as he walked towards me under the alcove.
Where was I going? It was a good question, an intuitive question, a legit question. Where had I been running? I chuckled out loud and shrugging my shoulders as my red hood slipped off my head. "I don't really know."
I heard Roy make a 'tsk' sound before taking a step closer to me. Looking up to meet his black eyes, I realized how much shorter I really was then him.
"My hotel is just around the corner, we could…" Roy spoke in a silky voice, I interrupted rudely.
"Hell no…" I took a step away from him, my back coming into contact with the alley's wall under the alcove. "I mean, no. That's okay; I rather go back to my loft for a drink." The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I had said and how it had sounded. I couldn't take it back now…
Roy looked skeptical for a slight second before the expression melted behind a smooth smile. "How far away do you live?"
About ten blocks, "Only a couple of blocks from here." I lied swiftly through my teeth. I really didn't want to go back to his hotel. I much rather prefer going to my apartment, at least there I knew I had lots and lots of guns.
It was still raining fairly hard, and Roy looked back out at the falling water as if it was his mortal enemy.
I laughed at him while pulling my hood over my head again, I stepped back out into the rain, "It's only a little water, and it isn't going to kill you, Captain." I said teasingly with a smirk over towards Mustang. I reached my left hand out for him to grasp. "Come on, let's go."
Roy reluctantly agreed.
I live in south city. Dog-town is what the locals call it. A couple streets over from my block there is an expensive rehab full of rich junkies and politicians. But on my actual street theirs are no rich politicians, but there are junkies.
By the time we around the corner on my street the rain had finally let up in the night sky.
It didn't change the fact Roy and I both was soaked to our core. The ports of my auto-mail limbs ached from the cold water seeping in.
Whose smart idea was it to walk home in the freezing rain? Oh, it was mine. Well, fuck my life.
I spot the red brick building of my apartment complex. At some point in our trek to my flat we stopped holding hands, I was grateful for the rain; it hid the fact my palm's had been sweaty. We walked side by side on the wet sidewalk. Close enough to one another for our elbows to graze in their natural swing. Our chilled hands safely tucked away in our pockets.
I stopped in front of my building. "This is it." I motioned with my head towards the building. There were six steps leading up to the main building door. I took them two at a time. I heard Roy's wetly footsteps following suit. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door with numb daft fingers.
The smell of moldy old building assaulted us as we step through into the lobby. The tendants' gold mail boxes lined the left side of wall. To the right was a stair case leading up the five flights of stairs of the complex. In the way back of the corral flecking wallpaper lobby was a rickety elevator. It made a horrible sound when in use. Usually I steered clear of it— something about falling to my death didn't sound very amusing.
A trail of water followed after us on the peeling linoleum floor. I started up the creaking staircase, when Roy's voice broke the silence that had fallen around us. "What about the elevator?"
I looked over my shoulder, "You don't want to use that elevator…" I warned him taking another couple steps up. "Besides this way is honestly faster, trust me." I said turning the corner on the next flight of stairs. Roy must have taken heed, because the next second I heard his footsteps following me up to my flat on the top floor.
My apartment was the only one on the fifth floor. I guess you could call it the pent house suit. I snickered at my thoughts while unlocking my green door to my flat. I stepped inside leaving the door open for Roy who was following closely behind me.
I kicked my boots off at the door, and flicked the light switch on. The white lights high in the rafters of the room twinkled on lighting the dark living room. I took my soaked red coat off, as well as my equally drenched waist jacket. It left me in my black tank top (and gun holster) with both of my arms exposed. I turn to Roy who was still standing by the door looking about the room.
"Gimmie your coat?"
Roy turns his head at me upon hearing my question with a confused expression lining his fair face. I watched his black eyes dart from my exposed metal limb back to my eyes. Roy licked at his corral lips before he spoke, "My coat?"
I furrowed my brow at him. "Yes, it's wet. I'm going to hang it up to dry."
"Indeed." He said taking the dripping coat off handing it over to me. Roy's dress shirt was soaking wet as well, making the white fabric translucent as it clung to his chest. I could see his dusty brown nipples through the shirt, like a bad wet t-shirt contest. I felt the heat pooling unwontedly in my uncomfortably sodden pants. I wonder what he looks like without his shirt.
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. "Maybe you should also give me your shirt." I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks as the words left me. "I could find you something else to put on."
Looking down towards the coats in my hands, I found it a decent distraction from the man before me.
I felt the cold damp shirt hit me in the face as an answer from Roy.
"If you wanted me out of my shirt Edward, all you had to do was ask." I heard the smile running through his voice. I shook my head and the shirt left from my face to the wooden floor.
"Being little over flirtatious with me don't you think, Bastard?" I spoke gruffly as my eyes deceived my words. I racked them over Roy's exposed torso as he stood half naked in my living room. The feeling fluttering through me reminded me an awful lot like arousal. But it couldn't be; I do not find men attractive.
But that's not what my dick has decided at that precise moment. I could feel myself hardening at the sight before me. The dripping coats turned quickly into a god-send as they concealed my very serious sexual dilemma.
Roy was watching me with a humorist smile spreading on his face, "Most people like it…" He said cockily.
"And I'd like if I didn't have to think of you flirting with a ninety year old woman the same way." I bit back just as bumptious, if not more so because of the situation.
Roy's smile faltered slightly on the edges, "You don't have a very high opinion of me, do you?"
I started walking across the living room to my bathroom with an awkward limp to my step. "I am a very judgmental person. It's one of my known faults. You should get used to it" With that I excused myself into the bathroom.
Laying the coats over the rack of the shower stall, I gripped my hardness through my leather trousers. I whimpered at the contact. This cannot be happening... I am not feeling this...
The very thought of a bare chested Roy sitting in my living-room sent white- sparks of want flashing through me.
"Oh god this can't be happening to me." I squeezed myself through my pants again; I bit my lip to muffle my moan.
The sensation was now bubbling to the surface, rich and heady like champagne concentrated from being repressed for far too long.
"Is everything alright in there?" Roy's deep voice startled me out of my fantasying, Oh god, I had been thinking of him sexually. My face was hot to the touch. I pulled my hand away from my crotch and grabbed two fresh towels from the rack hanging on the wall.
I exited the bathroom in a flash throwing one of the towels at Roy's annoying handsome face... I groan again aloud, "Stop thinking like that."I had meant to only say this in my head but I must have said it out loud.
"Stop thinking like what?" Roy asked me in a voice that's gone alarmingly unsteady to my ears.
I turn toward him and his intense gaze nearly buckled my knees. I shudder at such a look. "You," I answer back,rough-hewn and jagged, not thinking of the repercussion of saying such a confession. For all I know, I was breaking the gay cardinal rules left and right.
I clung to the towel hanging in front of crotch like a life line as Roy walked towards me. I could feel my blood pulsating in my veins at a fever pitch.
I took a step back as Roy took one forward. Knowing I had backed myself in a corner, I couldn't stay here, knowing what I was feeling.
Visible anxiety and terror must have been written all over my face. It was obvious Roy could see I was afraid, as he walked towards me. Something I didn't like at all. Roy approached me as if I was a scared cornered animal and he was the keeper trying to coax and calm me into submission.
The sight of him bare chest, muscle rolling with every move towards me made me want to reach out for a touch. But I couldn't, I reprehended myself. Doesn't he understand I need to be away from him? I thought as I squeezed my fingers tightly into the towel held in front of me.
"Please." I meant to say it assertively, but it came out meek and quiet,so unlike my normal brash outspoken self.
Please want me, please don't leave me, please I need you. I need someone's touch.
Closing my eyes, I tightened my hold on the white towel and tilted my heavy head to my chest.
Please go, please leave me alone, please I can't be gay, please this is too much.
"Please what, Edward?" It was such a simple question spoken so softly I hardly heard him. There had been too much meaning held behind the word what, as Roy spoke it.
Too bitter to be sadness, too sharp to be regret, more along the lines of a full out need, I wince at the pitch.I should've been able to answer it? But all the answers lead us down a path which has a no return from. I'm not gay, I kept repeating it in my head. Over and over... I'm not gay.
He was standing in front of me;the smell of him without the barrier of fabric is startling overwhelming to my sense, to say the least. I dropped the towel covering my ever present hardness in exchanged of bring my hand to rest square on his bare chest.
Being this close to Roy, I noticed things that I hadn't before. Things that I hadn't allowed myself to think of, like the way Roy's skin might look clean-shaven and baby-smooth, but the faint drag of nascent stubble belies that. Or the fact his eye lashes are long and the purest shade of blacks. And his mouth, a sinful entrance rolling on my name.
"Please what, Edward?"His hot breath feathered across my already warmed face. "All you need is say... yes" Roy spoke in a whisper peering down at my face with exposed want burning in his eyes.
I open my mouth, but closed it with an audible click. I swallowed down the hard knot which had taken residence in my throat. The logical side of my brain was attempting to catch up to my libido, but was failing miserably as Roy touched my face leaving a trail of heat as he traced my bottom lip with his lengthy thumb.
The knot in my throat grew faster than I could swallow it down; my own words dying before I could speak any of them.
I closed my eyes and reminded myself, I'm not gay...
I said it once more in my head. I am not gay.
I like women. Not men.WOMEN.
But as I open my eyes again, another way of desire assaulted my senses. Roy's intoxicating skin danced under my hand as I meant to push him away but only succeed in stroking his warm pale skin of his broad chest.
My sex ached for contact for physical relief, but my pride wasn't having any part in it. I reluctantly took a step away from the intoxicating heat surrounding Roy. "I..." I paused to lick my lips and take a steadying breath. My long blonde hair, annoyingly hung about my shoulders as I pushed tendrils away from my heated face. "I think it is time for you to leave..."
Roy tries to mask his grin but he fails abysmally. "You'd send me out into the rain without even shirt on my back. Oh, Edward that's positively prime evil."
I blinked at him, not understanding what he was talking about. Shit- I final process what he was saying. I was supposed to be finding the poor man a shirt. And now I'm banishing him to the streets shirtless...
"Shit," It wasn't much an answer, more of a revelation of sorts. I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my stair case leading up into my bed room off in the far side of the room.
But before I could go, Roy's lengthy hand caught my flesh one by the wrist and spun me around to face him again.
I hadn't time to react. I just acted as his mouth descended on mine.
Roy's kiss had been… almost beyond description. It was an impulsive, overwhelming; sweet and fiery, satisfying almost to the point of freight kind of kiss. The unexpected cosmic explosion caught me up so strongly, I found my mind held no control over my reactions. Not from my tightening arms around Roy's responsive body, nor my tongues blissful surrender to the delightful suction.
Desire was sweeping me away down the river of lust and I found no needs to stop myself as my back pressed into the wall near the entrance to my loft. A moan fell arrantly from my mouth and onto Roy's talent tongue.
It was a hard, desperate kiss which should have frightened me, but I was too lost to care. My legs buckled and his hold tightened on me as his knee slipped further between my slackened thighs. He was the only thing holding me up. I could feel his hardened arousal rubbing against my own through the barrier of materials. It-felt-so-blindingly good.
I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this, kissing another man, rubbing against each other the way we were. I couldn't care as the intense pleasure left me with abandoned inhibitions.
I throatily groaned in response to Roy's tongue licking along my inner part of my lips, his silken muscle pushing into my mouth without my permission.
White- hot sparks of want flashed through me and went straight to my groin as my hands found purchase against the bare skin of Roy's toned back, making the man moan deeply into my mouth. I pressed my hips forward, slowly and deliberately, rubbing against the font of Roy's tented trousers, just to hear that sound again. I am rewarded with a growl, low and torn, deep from Roy's throat.
Rough fingers cup my ass through the leather of my pants, lifting me to get a better angle to rub against my own throbbing length. I moan as the friction quickened with the skillful thrusts from the other man. Roy pressed me further into the wall as he grabbed a fist full of my hair tilting my head the way he wanted it. I gasped from the dull ache. His scotch flavored tongue took advantage, scraping along the roof of my mouth, and I began to kiss back with equal force. Our lips moved together in an uninhibited display of our need for one another.
I pulled my lips from his with a smacking sound as the need to breathe took over. Roy heated lips never left my skin, nipping at my chin, licking along my jaw before taking the lobe of my ear into his warm mouth. I shuddered at the sensation. My ears had always been a sensitive spot for me.
His wicked tongue traced down from my ear towards my neck, leaving a heated trail of nips and kisses along my collar bone and throat. I felt him suckle at the junction of my neck, marking me with tiny bites to my skin. I arched my spine, and bent my neck for better access to Roy's lavish treatment. Pleasure was coursing through my very veins. He was playing with all my right spots but I needed more. The flood gate was already open, I couldn't stop now.
"Please" The word fell unintentionally from my throat in breathy mews.
Roy's heated hand skimmed the bottom of my black shirt, "Please what, Edward?"
His tongue rolled my name against the skin of my neck, I shuddered from the action.
It was too late. Give in. Give in...
I knew I would regret this later, but for now I needed him to touch me. To continue conjuring this amazing feeling growing deep in my stomach. The heat was pooling faster, and there was no taming this blazing fire. It was going to burn everything it touched; destroying everything I believed I thought knew about me.
But for the moment I didn't care... Couldn't care... "Touch me." I moaned out towards the tall ceiling of my living room. "Oh, god Roy," I reached for the hand holding the back of my head. "...Just touch me."
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