It had been just over two weeks since Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc had an memorable afternoon in the cramped storage room in Eastern Headquarters. He had gone complaining about the mind-numbing filing he was supposed to do; and instead ran into his fellow Second Lieutenant, Rebecca Catalina. After some spur-of-the-moment flirtation, she ended up sucking him off in that dusty old filing room.
Ever since that day, the two had made it a habit of taking any excuse they could to meet up in the record's room. Sometimes it was woefully short, barely enough time to flirt and make out; while other times they were able to hide away long enough to actually fuck. Since they started this routine they had cleaned the filing room and gotten a much sturdier, and more comfortable, chair tucked away beside the small desk in the corner.
They had also rearranged some of the filing cabinets to better block off that corner. Now they had complete privacy even if someone else were to enter the room. It would, hopefully, give them enough time to frantically get dressed if they were ever interrupted.
Havoc had just arrived in the record's room, carefully closing the door behind him. He glanced around, making sure no one else was in there, and then called out: "Becca? You here?"
"In our spot, Jean!"
A grin immediately spread across Jean's lips. She was here! Catalina was waiting for him, just where he expected her. He hurried past the bookshelves and to the corner of the room, where Rebecca was sitting in the small chair beside a tiny wooden desk. She had an enormous grin on her face and her uniform jacket was neatly folded on the desk beside her, leaving her in a long-sleeve blue shirt. A small red box with foreign writing on the front was sitting on her lap.
"Hello, beautiful!" Jean grinned. He crossed the room in a hurry so he was beside her. Havoc had always fancied himself a ladies man, although his track record was a little spotty. He wasn't sure exactly what the two of them were. They certainly weren't dating, but they felt like more than just fuck buddies. He wanted to broach the subject with her; but he was afraid of looking this gift horse in the mouth and ruining things.
It was easily the best arrangement he'd ever had. Rebecca was gorgeous, sarcastic, and kinky – she was pretty much the girl of his dreams. The only downside was being in the military. Thankfully, they were in different command structures and the same rank so there was no real ethical problem if they did date; but he also knew there was a big risk if things went south.
Catalina worked directly for General Grumman and if he ended up breaking her heart; she might be able to make life hard on Havoc. Mustang might be a shield, but that was no guarantee.
He decided not to overthink a good thing and instead walked over. The wooden chairs weren't the most comfortable, but being all alone with Catalina back here more than made up for it. He leaned over and kissed her cheek to greet her as he sat down.
"How's it going?" Jean flashed her a huge smile.
"Ohhhh, much better than yesterday!" Catalina grinned right back. She held up the red box that had been on her lap and displayed it to Havoc. "I have a surprise!"
Havoc examined the box now that he could see it better and looked surprise. He couldn't read the strange writing on it; but he recognized it as Xingese characters. "Where the heck did you get that?"
"Oh I have a friend in Shipping and Logistics. She was able to acquire some very special Xingese chocolate from a trade caravan! This stuff is super expensive and normally impossible to get in Amestris, so I just had to try it." Catalina was smirking as she unwrapped the lid of the box.
Havoc peered over to examine the contents. Inside the box was a satin tray with several small divots, and in each one was a different piece of chocolate. The rich brown treats were practically sparkling in the low light of the storage room. Jean noticed they were a much lighter color than Amestrian chocolate, and each one had some small white flecks among the brown.
"Fancy stuff. You gonna share?" Jean wiggled his eyebrows as he leaned closer. Truthfully, he didn't care about the chocolate – he was hoping Catalina would share a much sweeter treat with him.
A giggle escaped her lips, but Rebecca was now grinning slyly and it gave Jean pause. She picked up the box from the table and held it out to Havoc. "Oh, I insist you have all you want!"
Havoc felt a bead of cold sweat run down the back of his neck and disappear somewhere beneath his shirt collar. The way she placed so much emphasis on 'insist' worried him a lot; but this was Rebecca Catalina! She was a little scary, but Jean liked that in a woman. No way was he going to risk ruining his arrangement with her. So he picked up one of the round chocolate candies and popped it into his mouth.
The taste was exquisite. Somehow the chocolate tasted much creamier than he was used to. He quickly realized it was filled with some kind of lite and fluffy substance in the middle that practically melted in his mouth. He grinned, savoring the flavor before leaning back in his chair and smiling at Catalina.
"Damn! These are good! What's that creamy stuff in them? Don't recognize the taste." Jean was already eyeballing a second chocolate, but the way Rebecca laughed at his question did resurrect his fears.
"... it's some kind of Xingese paste made from a root. I forget what it's called and there's no word in Amestrian for it... but basically... it's supposed to be one of the strongest aphrodisiacs in the world." Rebecca gave him an enormous grin.
Havoc's eyebrow rose immediately. He'd heard stories about aphrodisiacs, but never gave it much thought as a real thing! Though... he had watched his boss snap his fingers and create a fireball before, so the world was full of weird shit. "Wait, you serious, 'becca? Aphrodisiacs? And the strongest in the world... I mean, you know we're at work, right?"
Rebecca gave him a skeptical glare. "So what? We've fucked at work like six times now; first I've heard you complain about it."
A dark red blush covered every inch of Havoc's cheeks. She certainly wasn't wrong, at least about her main point. He still awkward rubbed the back of his neck. "Nah, it ain't the fucking part I'm worried about... it's the aphrodisiac part! I mean... doesn't that stuff like... keep you going? Not sure it pairs well with quickies at work."
Catalina had to roll her eyes. She couldn't believe that Jean was actually hesitating over all of this. He was a good guy, and she found herself genuinely liking him... but sometimes he could be a pain in the ass, and not just when they tried anal. Luckily, she knew Havoc pretty well by now and she had a good idea of how to get him to relax.
She stood up from and flashed him a playful grin as she slipped off her shirt and tossed it over the back of her chair. Catalina was a beautiful woman and Havoc's big blue eyes were immediately glued to the newly-revealed skin. The required military training had given Catalina a tight, toned body with more muscle than Jean normally expected on a woman – though he certainly wouldn't complain about it!
Rebecca was wearing a simple black bra that now commanded Havoc's full attention. It didn't matter that he had seen her breasts several times already; it was already exciting! He swallowed hard as she walked over to him, standing just beside him and leaning over so that her impressive breasts were hanging just beside his face.
"Fuckin' hell, Becca!" Jean breathed in deep. He wasn't sure why she had bothered with an aphrodisiac when she could just do this! He was already fired up and ready to go; and the fact they were at work seemed like a distant concern that could be safely ignored. He happily reached over and cupped her breasts with both of his hands as he buried his face between her boobs.
"Now there's the Jean I know." Rebecca smirked, giggling a bit as she ran her fingers through his hair; making it messier than it already was. She loved to tangle his blonde strands around her fingers and gave a tug. Jean had been known to pull her hair and she enjoyed a little payback.
Any complaint Havoc might have made was muffled by the breasts in his face. Though at that moment he wasn't sure he physically could complain about anything! He started to kiss at the tender flesh as he reluctantly moved one hand away from her tits and around her back. He fumbled with the clasp on her bra, but lacked the dexterity to get it off with just one hand.
A little annoyed, Jean moved the other one to help. He kept his lips exploring her cleavage – but after a moment he gave a little grunt. He was still having trouble and he could hear Catalina start to laugh. Finally he looked up at her with a pained expression. "You don't gotta laugh, you do this every day, I don't!"
"That's a shame; looks like we'll just have to make sure you get more practice." Rebecca's response came in a sultry tone that made Havoc whimper. She was extremely amused and leaned down to kiss him. Their lips crashed together and soon their tongues were locked in a wrestling match within the recesses of Havoc's mouth.
Havoc whimpered again and he felt a hot flush through his body. Normally he loved to make out with Rebecca, and was happy to spend as much time as they could spare exploring her body and coaxing out every sound he could from her... but at the moment Havoc's cock felt like it was made of steel and beating against the boundary of his pants almost painfully.
He wasn't sure he had ever been so aroused in his entire life! Those Xingese chocolates had done a lot more than he expected and it took all of his self control not to break the kiss and rip his pants off. He was rarely this impatient!
"Becca," Jean broke the kiss and leaned his mouth into the corner of her lips. A whimper escaped his throat and his hands had moved down to wrap around her waist and pull he close to him. "Fuck, I need you. Right now."
Rebecca could feel her cheeks heating up. She was no stranger to Jean being needy, but he usually tried to play it cool. Right now, he was letting that neediness show without a shred of hesitation or shame. It was exciting, and that excitement was infectious. She was grinning slyly and she reached down to unbuckle her belt.
She saw Jean's eyes widen in excitement as she did, and he happily groped her ass and pulled her close to him. Havoc leaned in and started trailing kisses along her side and stomach, nibbling on her soft flesh as he did. Part of him wanted to take his time and leave hickeys all over her body – but the throbbing in his pants wouldn't allow him the time for it.
Havoc couldn't remember ever being this horny before. His mind felt blank and he was operating purely on instinct. His mouth was practically watering as Catalina began teasing him by slowly pulling down her pants. He could see the black lace of her underwear and he was ready to pounce when suddenly the door opened.
Jean was so lost to lust that he didn't pay any attention to it; but Catalina certainly did. She quickly pulled her pants back up and shuffled to her left, crouching down and hiding behind the filing cabinets in the corner. Jean whimpered like a lost puppy when she so rapidly moved away from him; but he could hear the footsteps.
The last few neurons in his mind that weren't utterly obsessed with wanting to pound Rebecca silly realized that someone was walking up and Havoc turned and moved to the other side of the filing cabinets to block the way.
Approaching quickly was one of his best friends, Heymans Breda. Havoc was relieved that it was Breda and not someone much worse – like Hawkeye – but he was still utterly furious that someone had interrupted.
"Jean, there you are," Breda smiled as he came to a stop a few feet from Havoc. He was unaware that on the other side of the filing cabinet Jean stood beside was a crouching, half-naked Rebecca Catalina. "Listen, Mustang's called a surprise meeting. Needs everyone in his office basically now."
Havoc's face fell. "Uhhh... like, right now?"
"Yeah," Breda shook his head. "He's in a bad mood, too, so better not to keep him waiting. What are you doing back here anywa- Jean, come on man, you're at work."
For a split second Havoc was confused and frightened. Had Breda somehow noticed Rebecca? Havoc wasn't sure he could explain even if he had been a little more clearheaded. "W-What do you mean?"
"These pants don't hide erections well, you know." Breda groaned, turning his head to the side.
Havoc could feel his face burn. He looked down and realized that there was a very visible tent pitched in his pants. Whatever aphrodisiac was in those candies was powerful enough that Havoc was maintaining a thunderous erection while talking to one of his best friends. He wasn't sure if he should be impressed, or depressed.
"... nobody asked you to look." Havoc swallowed hard.
"Just get ready for the meeting." Breda sighed, running his hand over the back of his neck. "I'm gonna get going... and seriously man, if you're going to rub one out at work, go to the roof like everybody else."
Breda turned and quickly headed out, leaving Havoc a bit bewildered by the parting comment and unsure if Heymans was joking or not. Yet the very second he heard the door close, he decided he didn't care and he rushed back behind the row of filing cabinets.
To his disappointment, he saw Rebecca had her shirt and jacket back on. "H-Hey, uhhh... hold on, why are you getting dressed?"
"Jean!" Rebecca gave an annoyed utterance. "You heard Breda! We can't just keep Mustang waiting, you know he'll whine if we do."
"I can't go to a meeting like this!" Havoc insisted, motioning to the still-visible erection that was taught against his pants. "Can't we just quickly-"
Catalina already knew where the blond was going with this and she shook her head with a grimace. "Jean, I'm sorry, we don't have time! If we keep Mustang waiting, Breda could come back – or worse, Riza!"
A cold chilled panic ran through Havoc's body, clashing with the warmth smoldering in his loins. Hawkeye was scary when she was mad; and catching Havoc fucking her best friend was sure to make the Lieutenant very mad. Though thinking about Hawkeye certainly didn't help get rid of his erection – not that he could ever admit that to Catalina or Hawkeye.
"Look, we'll go to the meeting and afterwards we'll come back here and you can bend me over the desk." Catalina promised with a smile, leaning in and giving Havoc a quick kiss. Havoc desperately wanted to wrap his arms around her and press his stiffness into her side; but she moved away too quickly.
Jean could only groan. He started to follow her, but quickly stopped and stuck one hand down his pants, pushing his erection against his thigh and jumbling his boxers up around it to help hold it down. It made walking a bit awkward, but it helped to hide his wood.
Nearly half-an-hour later and Havoc was sitting at one of the long desks in a meeting room, staring absently at the green carpet beneath his boots and wishing he was anywhere else. He tapped his foot impatiently. Rebecca had taken a seat directly next to him, and the two occupied the end of one of the desks.
To their left sat Vato Falman and Heymans Breda. On their right was Kain Fuery and Riza Hawkeye. Directly across from them was Roy Mustang, who was every bit as annoyed as Breda had warned them about. The dark-haired Colonel was already ranting about... something.
Despite having been in the meeting for several minutes now, Havoc hadn't heard a single word the Colonel said. All he could think about was that damn Xingese chocolate! Whatever that weird aphrodisiac had been, it was far more potent than he had ever dared dream of. His legs were shaking and his palms were sweating, and despite his best efforts his cock was still rigid. Havoc had tried to think of anything that would help – he'd even started thinking about Major Armstrong and his weird habit of practically stripping in meetings – but nothing seemed to settle the fury in his pants.
Rebecca Catalina was just as annoyed, though far better at hiding it. She'd planned an exciting surprise for Havoc and instead they were having to sit and listen to Mustang drone on. It was as infuriating as it was boring. She leaned back in her chair and casually cast a glance in Jean's direction.
It took a lot of willpower not to gasp as her eyes quickly flickered beneath the table and she saw the bulge still poking in his pants. She could have killed Mustang in that moment! The aphrodisiac was clearly having a big impact on Havoc's stamina and it was all going to waste in the meeting. At this rate he'd make a mess of his pants and she'd have to settle for her fingers.
It just wasn't fair! She'd had big plans, but Jean's bigness was going to waste. Then a very risky idea flashed through her mind. She noticed that everyone seemed as bored as she and Havoc were. Breda was basically only pretending to listen, Falman was shifting slightly in his seat, and Fuery looked like he might fall asleep. Only Hawkeye was sitting at enraptured attention; but Catalina knew what the case was there.
Her best friend's questionable taste in mind aside, Rebecca was now scheming. She slowly lowered her hands down to her lap and waited a moment before snaking one of them over to Jean's leg.
She could feel Havoc shiver the moment her hand was on his thigh. He thankfully didn't look her way or react too obviously; but she felt his whole body stiffen. Without ever looking his way, Catalina slowly wormed her way to his lap. She could feel the warmth from his rigid cock as her fingers brushed over the bulge and she had to suppress a smirk.
She cast a glance at Jean in time to see he was sweating. That amused her so much she had to keep going. She circled her fingers over the outline of his dick, softly stroking him through the thick fabric of his uniform pants. She grasped hold of his length and rubbed, feeling him twitch violently against her palm.
She knew she had to be careful. She didn't want anyone to see them, and she certainly didn't want him shooting a load into his pants... and yet, as she thought about the agony he had to be in, in this moment; she couldn't help but keep going.
Catalina moved her hand up a bit and stealthily took hold of his zipper. She could feel Jean's entire body grow tense, and it amused her so much she couldn't hide the traces of a smirk on her lips. She slowly inched down his zipper, and from the corner of her eye she could see Havoc was sucking in and likely biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt not to draw attention.
She was sure he was mentally screaming as Catalina's fingers tucked past the open zipper and fished his erection out from his underwear. She quickly pulled it free from the zipper and held it tightly in her grasp. His cock felt hot at her touch, and it was practically vibrating with anticipation as Catalina slowly began to stroke.
This was the riskiest thing they had ever done. It was one thing to fool around in the back of a seldom-used filing room; it was quite another to be giving Havoc a handjob under the desk while surrounded by their coworkers. She wasn't too worried about disciplinary action if they were caught. Mustang wouldn't want to lose Havoc, and Hawkeye wouldn't let him get rid of Catalina. The real fear in getting caught would be that no one would ever let either of them live this down. It would be a running joke until the day they died.
Even knowing the risk, she couldn't stop herself. It was exciting to be doing this! She'd never felt such a thrill before. She wasn't getting any attention and yet she was soaked from the sheer rush of it all. She started to slowly increase the speed and pressure of her stroking, and she could tell from the way Havoc squirmed in his seat that he liked it.
It was only a pity that she couldn't verbally tease him; or even look his way for more than a couple seconds at a time. She needed to pretend like she was listening to whatever the hell Mustang was talking about; although she had utterly tuned the man out. Her focus was entire on the way she stroked Havoc, running her fingers over his sensitive tip and giving it a little squeeze.
Jean could taste blood and he was pretty sure it was from his cheek, but he didn't dare stop biting down on it. There was a deep moan ready to escape from his mouth the second it opened and he absolutely could not let that happen! He was in disbelief as Catalina's soft hand sensually stroked his steel-like member.
He was pretty sure she'd lost her mind, but he it didn't bother him at all. He knew Rebecca was kinky and could be a little intense... but this was something new! Havoc was sitting and staring at Mustang and Hawkeye across the table and that was weird. Sure, Roy was a handsome guy; but Havoc had never expected to be looking at him while someone stroked his cock! It was like something out of an erotic novel... hell, it was like the kind of story Mustang himself would tell about one of his wild night's out at the bars!
It didn't help that Hawkeye was beside the Colonel, as always. He couldn't stare at Catalina or people would know something was up; but he had a perfect view of the Lieutenant and she wasn't helping his situation! It felt weird to be staring at one beautiful coworker while another was furiously jerking him off. It made him wonder if there was any power in the world that could convince Rebecca and Hawkeye to consider a threesome... but Havoc wasn't brave or foolish enough to ask.
Then he felt a familiar sensation building up and he swallowed hard. He moved his hand under the desk and tapped Catalina on the back of her hand, before wrapping his fingers around her wrist and holding her hand still. He absolutely hated to cut this short; but Havoc had just enough brainpower working to realizing that he really didn't want to ejaculate under the table at a meeting.
He heard a quiet, but unmistakably annoyed smacking of Rebecca's lips and she reluctantly drew her hand away from him. He despised losing the warmth around his dick; but he didn't see any other option. He quickly stuffed it back inside his pants and zipped them up with a sigh audible enough that he caught a strange look from Breda.
He hoped his buddy would just assume Havoc was bored.
The next few minutes went by painfully slow. Neither Havoc or Catalina were paying the least bit of attention; both just wishing they could get out of this room and have some privacy again! Finally, Mustang brought the meeting to a close and dismissed everyone.
Havoc spun around in his chair and stood up with his back to the rest of the table and quickly hurried out of the room without a word. He didn't trust even the baggy military uniform to hide his erection. He instead hurried back to the filing room, hoping that Catalina would be right behind him.
Yet as he sat down in the chair hidden behind the filing cabinets, Rebecca was not following him. He whimpered a bit as he sat there, his hands now on his legs. A part of him desperately wanted to just finish himself off and get back to work – but what if Catalina showed up afterwards? He couldn't take the chance!
Every moment he waited was an agony worse than the meeting. At least there he had the excuse of a room full of people keeping him from touching himself; but now he was needy and alone and it would be so easy to just get the relief he craved.
"Fuck it!" Jean groaned as he started to unbuckle his pants.
"Jean!"
He stopped and looked up to see Catalina just passing the filing cabinet wall. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a fire in her eyes. Havoc opened his mouth to speak, but Rebecca pounced on him. She rushed over and threw herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. Her tongue was immediately inside his mouth. Catalina could taste the familiar cigarette ash but she didn't even care.
The kiss was deep and sultry and Havoc's hands immediately went around her back. He had been at his breaking point earlier and his need was at its peak. He scooped Catalina up as he rose from the chair. As soon as her feet were back on the ground, Jean surprised her. He broke the kiss, earning an annoyed moan from Rebecca; and then he spun her around and gave her a nudge forward so she was bent over the table.
Catalina's eyes widened and she was shocked. Normally, she was the one taking the lead on things with Jean – but he was clearly far more fired up than she'd realized! A second later and Havoc had bent forward, wrapping his arms around her waist as he sank his mouth into her neck. He was biting and sucking on the side of her neck in a way that made Rebecca's entire body shiver. Simultaneously, Havoc was already working on her belt and in a matter of seconds he had pushed her uniform bottoms and underwear down around her ankles.
"Holy shit, Jean." Rebecca was caught off-guard. Havoc was being far more aggressive than usual; and she was enjoying the change of pace! She could hear Havoc's pants sliding down to join hers on the floor.
"It's like a fucking lake down here," Jean mumbled into her ear as he moved his hand forward and let his fingers grope at her sopping folds. He nibbled on her earlobe, but Havoc was far past the point of playing around. Every minute in that meeting had been hell for him – especially once he'd had to stop her from touching him. The wait for her to arrive here had been even worse. "I need you, 'Becca."
There was a throaty tone in his voice as he whispered the words into her ears and Catalina could feel the need was very real. It hadn't gone down exactly as she'd planned with the aphrodisiac candies; but she was suddenly very grateful for the strange turn of events all the same. Jean was needy, far more than usual, and she shuddered in anticipation.
She could feel Jean withdraw his fingers, but before she could even protest the end of the stimulation she felt them replaced by the tip of his cock. He was pressing it just slightly into her, but to her eternal frustration that was as far as he was going.
"Jean?" She mumbled, and the need showed in her own voice.
"Beg." Havoc replied with a surprising arrogance echoed in his tone. That certainly wasn't usual, and she knew he was bluffing. He was so hard it had to hurt and she'd kept him waiting for so long, even under the influence of the aphrodisiac. Yet she could feel her own need growing hotter by the second and while she would normally be happy to put Havoc in his place; she didn't want to waste another second or risk another distraction.
She hesitated for just a moment before pushing her hips backwards, pressing herself onto him and causing him to slide about an inch into her. Both of them groaned out at the same time as their mutual lust overflowed like the wetness dripping down her inner thighs.
"Fuck me already, Jean!"
It wasn't quite begging; in fact it was more like a command. Jean decided to obey it anyway. He was a good little soldier and would obey orders; especially when they were this much fun! He gripped her hips hard and shoved himself fully inside of her. They were soon moving in a primal rhythm, hips thrusting as his cock churned inside her. She was gripping him so tightly, greedily squeezing him for all he had.
Neither of them could speak or even think. They were both completely and utterly obsessed with finding the relief they had been denied for so long. The Fuhrer could have waltzed into the filing room and they wouldn't have noticed. They wouldn't have cared. The world didn't matter right now, neither did their jobs, or anything else. All that mattered was the pleasure they were giving one another.
It was intense; but also fleeting. Havoc had already been on the brink back in the meeting and now that he was engulfed and squeezed by Rebecca it was just too much. With a final thrust he gripped her hard, feeling his cock erupt inside her. It was so overwhelming that Jean lost his footing and fell, pulling Catalina down on top of him as the two hit the ground.
Rebecca had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out in surprise. She leaned back against Jean as she rode him, feeling herself go over the edge. After a moment she collapsed onto him and the two were reduced to a sweaty, panting heap on the floor.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes, instead just breathing as their bodies calmed down. Rebecca hadn't imagine this was where her present would bring them; but she was fine with that. She felt Jean's arms wrap around her after a few moments, and as their breathing slowed back to normal they were both quite excited.
It was silent in the dusty supply room, though neither seemed in a hurry to get up. The silence remained until Rebecca realized something, and a small smirk crossed her lips.
"... Hey Jean? You have tomorrow off, right?"
Havoc was lazily laying beneath her, wishing that his pants were closer to them so he could fish out a cigarette when she asked. He raised an eyebrow in response. "Yeah, why?"
"... We still have a box of chocolates."
Jean's eyes widened at the statement, and it's implication. He was smirking. "... Okay, but only if we go to your place. This would be so much better with a bed."
