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lynx212Title: Change of Pace
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: Roy/Ed one shots
Characters: Roy/Ed, Jean
Author: Little ole me ^_^
Genre: Romance/Angst
Words: 1,513
Rating: T for Ed's mouth
Summary: Roy walks in on a situation that sets his blood boiling, Ed has about 2 minutes to explain. Ed's POV
Warnings: None
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“Give me a second,” I ask Roy as I pry myself out from under the heavy arm that has me pinned to Jean’s side. Yes I said Jean and I know it’s taking everything Roy has not to fry us both where we lie.
I need to get my story straight and I need to do it in a fucking hurry because this really isn’t what it looks like.
Sitting up makes my head spin a little as the taste of last night’s bourbon flares to life on my tongue. I flip back the sheet and the cool air that rushes over my bare loins makes me hyper aware of my state of undress in a way I hadn’t thought humanly possible. Dragging the sheet back over me I look up at Roy and I can feel the panic on my face as a whole new level of hurt and anger flashes through his eyes before they turn so cold it makes me shiver.
“Roy… I…,” I can’t think. Of all the times for my genius to crap the fuck out on me it chooses now.
“Ed I swear you have less than two minutes to explain what the hell I just walked in on. Is this your idea of a change of pace?”
Oh fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck… I had forgotten that was one of the last things I said to him. Damn this week all to hell. I didn’t know life could suck this hard without bloodshed… scratch that, if the look on Roy’s face is anything to go by bloodshed may still happen.
“As cliché as it sounds Roy this really isn’t what it looks like.”
“So, you’re not in our bed, naked, with another man? Oh good, I guess I just need my eyes examined.”
The sarcasm makes me flinch because it’s something Roy only does when he’s feeling either extremely playful or pissed and the former wasn’t even an option at the moment.
“Ok, ok just hear me out. I ran into Havoc at the bar and he was already a few drinks in when I got there. Something about some girl dumping him just after he thought things were getting serious.”
“Let me guess he cried on your shoulder and you let him.”
“Yeah I did… in a way. He was determined to drink so I joined him even if I wasn’t getting shitfaced like he was. Well before long Jean’s nice and toasted but we’re having a good time until some guy the size of Armstrong rolls in and starts hitting on Jean but he’s too lit to notice.
“Speak faster Ed, you’re running out of time.”
“Just chill out ok? I know this looks bad…"
He glares at me and I swear I can feel myself age three years. “Ok it looks fucking horrible but I just… fuck just let me finish,” I take a deep breath and try to organize my thoughts. “Thinking that Jean didn’t want to wake up in the morning after playing bottom to some strange dude I hauled his ass out of there and into the closet cab.”
The look on your face is killing me. I never would have guessed you could look so wounded. That well practiced façade of yours is nowhere to be seen and as much as I hate that all knowing smirk you usually wear I’d give anything to see it right now.
“Problem was I couldn’t think of his address and even if I could have our place was closer. He weighs a goddamn ton drunk so it took everything I had to get him in the house and just when I was about to dump him on the couch he had to piss. I drag his big ass up here and once he’s done I decide I’m not trying to navigate going down steps with him a drunk as he was.”
“So the best option is to crawl in bed with him?”
Yes and no… it didn’t quite go like that. Remember, I wasn’t exactly sober either and this week has sucked, I was just happy it was Friday and… and it was almost two in the fucking morning so I was just like screw it, before deciding the best thing for both of us was to sleep it off.”
“And this gets you naked how?”
“Look, first off I thought you trusted me more than this, and no him puking on me gets me fucking naked. No sooner than I got him in the room did his stomach decide it was done and wanted to decorate me. Fed up with this whole goddamn week and last night in particular I just shoved his ass in the bed, peeled out of my clothes, tossed them out in the hall and went to sleep.”
Roy narrows his eyes at me and I can tell he’s thinking about everything he just heard. I always went commando so if I peeled out of my pants that leaves a bare assed Elric. Roy peers out in the hall at my rumpled pile of clothing before looking back at me, “This has not been your wisest decision.”
“No it hasn’t, but I’d do it again before leaving a friend that drunk out in public with Big Bruno heat seeking after his ass. Jean’s up for a lot of things, but I think a drunken roll in the same-sex hay would be a bit much for him.”
“You’re right and I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. It’s just after our last discussion I…. well I didn't know what to think when I walked in on this.”
“I realized I hurt your feelings Roy and I could have kicked myself for it, that’s why I went to the damn bar to begin with, but you took what I said in a way I didn’t mean. Me wanting a change of pace had nothing to do with being dissatisfied with you I just want out of this fucking city and away from the military for a while so bad I can taste it.”
“I think with all of the hours I’ve been working we can manage that. I fell asleep at the office last night.”
“I figured as much, you’ve been doing that a lot lately,” I didn’t mean it but even I can hear the unspoken displeasure in my voice.
“I leave you alone too much don’t I?”
“This is a big bed for one person… almost seems to echo.”
“I’ll talk to Hughes and we can be on the next train headed to Xing.”
“Why Xing? Not that I’m complaining.”
“You don’t get more different from Central than Xing.”
“Point taken.”
“No one to bother us. Luxury beyond what we can even dream up here. Plenty of peace and quiet… just you and me.”
“Sounds great,” I reply but for some reason my voice hitched in my throat. Why was this feeling so fucking heavy all of a sudden?
Silence falls over us and when Roy steps forward he drops to his knees, looks me in the eyes and says, “I’m sorry, you were right.”
“Right about what?”
“About me trusting you more than I just showed… I do trust you. In fact I love you.”
I couldn’t breathe.
I know Roy cares a lot about me and I even know he loves me but he has never actually said it.
“I guess I should have grown a set and said that before now, huh?”
“Would have been nice but better late than never,” I reply as I enjoy the feel of Roy’s hand sliding up my bare thigh.
We’re kissing before I can make sense of it all and just when things are getting good, a groggy voice says, “Can I at least drag my hung-over body to the couch before you two get your groove on?”
“How long have you been awake over there?”
“Since you told Ed he was running out of time.”
“Damn why didn’t you say something!”
“And risk making this worse?” Jean adds sarcastically. “I’m a lot of things but stupid isn’t on the list Ed, but now that I know I’m not going to be roasted alive I’d like a gallon of water, a bottle of aspirin and about six more hours of sleep.”
“Help yourself to whatever you’d like downstairs, Jean.”
“Thanks Chief and for what it’s worth I’m sorry about all of this,” Jean says as he stands up on wobbly legs, “and much thanks to you Ed for saving me from Big, Burly last night.”
“No problem that’s what friends do right?”
“Exactly, and to return the favor I’m going to go downstairs crash on your couch and when you wake me up later I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you two going at it like rabbits.”
“You’re all heart, Jean.”
With that the Lieutenant ambles out of the room leaving us alone. “Now where were we?” Roy asks as he nibbles on my ear.
I don’t answer but I think pulling him down on top of me says it all.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: Roy/Ed one shots
Characters: Roy/Ed, Jean
Author: Little ole me ^_^
Genre: Romance/Angst
Words: 1,513
Rating: T for Ed's mouth
Summary: Roy walks in on a situation that sets his blood boiling, Ed has about 2 minutes to explain. Ed's POV
Warnings: None
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kattrip033's awesome list of song prompts ^_^“Give me a second,” I ask Roy as I pry myself out from under the heavy arm that has me pinned to Jean’s side. Yes I said Jean and I know it’s taking everything Roy has not to fry us both where we lie.
I need to get my story straight and I need to do it in a fucking hurry because this really isn’t what it looks like.
Sitting up makes my head spin a little as the taste of last night’s bourbon flares to life on my tongue. I flip back the sheet and the cool air that rushes over my bare loins makes me hyper aware of my state of undress in a way I hadn’t thought humanly possible. Dragging the sheet back over me I look up at Roy and I can feel the panic on my face as a whole new level of hurt and anger flashes through his eyes before they turn so cold it makes me shiver.
“Roy… I…,” I can’t think. Of all the times for my genius to crap the fuck out on me it chooses now.
“Ed I swear you have less than two minutes to explain what the hell I just walked in on. Is this your idea of a change of pace?”
Oh fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck… I had forgotten that was one of the last things I said to him. Damn this week all to hell. I didn’t know life could suck this hard without bloodshed… scratch that, if the look on Roy’s face is anything to go by bloodshed may still happen.
“As cliché as it sounds Roy this really isn’t what it looks like.”
“So, you’re not in our bed, naked, with another man? Oh good, I guess I just need my eyes examined.”
The sarcasm makes me flinch because it’s something Roy only does when he’s feeling either extremely playful or pissed and the former wasn’t even an option at the moment.
“Ok, ok just hear me out. I ran into Havoc at the bar and he was already a few drinks in when I got there. Something about some girl dumping him just after he thought things were getting serious.”
“Let me guess he cried on your shoulder and you let him.”
“Yeah I did… in a way. He was determined to drink so I joined him even if I wasn’t getting shitfaced like he was. Well before long Jean’s nice and toasted but we’re having a good time until some guy the size of Armstrong rolls in and starts hitting on Jean but he’s too lit to notice.
“Speak faster Ed, you’re running out of time.”
“Just chill out ok? I know this looks bad…"
He glares at me and I swear I can feel myself age three years. “Ok it looks fucking horrible but I just… fuck just let me finish,” I take a deep breath and try to organize my thoughts. “Thinking that Jean didn’t want to wake up in the morning after playing bottom to some strange dude I hauled his ass out of there and into the closet cab.”
The look on your face is killing me. I never would have guessed you could look so wounded. That well practiced façade of yours is nowhere to be seen and as much as I hate that all knowing smirk you usually wear I’d give anything to see it right now.
“Problem was I couldn’t think of his address and even if I could have our place was closer. He weighs a goddamn ton drunk so it took everything I had to get him in the house and just when I was about to dump him on the couch he had to piss. I drag his big ass up here and once he’s done I decide I’m not trying to navigate going down steps with him a drunk as he was.”
“So the best option is to crawl in bed with him?”
Yes and no… it didn’t quite go like that. Remember, I wasn’t exactly sober either and this week has sucked, I was just happy it was Friday and… and it was almost two in the fucking morning so I was just like screw it, before deciding the best thing for both of us was to sleep it off.”
“And this gets you naked how?”
“Look, first off I thought you trusted me more than this, and no him puking on me gets me fucking naked. No sooner than I got him in the room did his stomach decide it was done and wanted to decorate me. Fed up with this whole goddamn week and last night in particular I just shoved his ass in the bed, peeled out of my clothes, tossed them out in the hall and went to sleep.”
Roy narrows his eyes at me and I can tell he’s thinking about everything he just heard. I always went commando so if I peeled out of my pants that leaves a bare assed Elric. Roy peers out in the hall at my rumpled pile of clothing before looking back at me, “This has not been your wisest decision.”
“No it hasn’t, but I’d do it again before leaving a friend that drunk out in public with Big Bruno heat seeking after his ass. Jean’s up for a lot of things, but I think a drunken roll in the same-sex hay would be a bit much for him.”
“You’re right and I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions. It’s just after our last discussion I…. well I didn't know what to think when I walked in on this.”
“I realized I hurt your feelings Roy and I could have kicked myself for it, that’s why I went to the damn bar to begin with, but you took what I said in a way I didn’t mean. Me wanting a change of pace had nothing to do with being dissatisfied with you I just want out of this fucking city and away from the military for a while so bad I can taste it.”
“I think with all of the hours I’ve been working we can manage that. I fell asleep at the office last night.”
“I figured as much, you’ve been doing that a lot lately,” I didn’t mean it but even I can hear the unspoken displeasure in my voice.
“I leave you alone too much don’t I?”
“This is a big bed for one person… almost seems to echo.”
“I’ll talk to Hughes and we can be on the next train headed to Xing.”
“Why Xing? Not that I’m complaining.”
“You don’t get more different from Central than Xing.”
“Point taken.”
“No one to bother us. Luxury beyond what we can even dream up here. Plenty of peace and quiet… just you and me.”
“Sounds great,” I reply but for some reason my voice hitched in my throat. Why was this feeling so fucking heavy all of a sudden?
Silence falls over us and when Roy steps forward he drops to his knees, looks me in the eyes and says, “I’m sorry, you were right.”
“Right about what?”
“About me trusting you more than I just showed… I do trust you. In fact I love you.”
I couldn’t breathe.
I know Roy cares a lot about me and I even know he loves me but he has never actually said it.
“I guess I should have grown a set and said that before now, huh?”
“Would have been nice but better late than never,” I reply as I enjoy the feel of Roy’s hand sliding up my bare thigh.
We’re kissing before I can make sense of it all and just when things are getting good, a groggy voice says, “Can I at least drag my hung-over body to the couch before you two get your groove on?”
“How long have you been awake over there?”
“Since you told Ed he was running out of time.”
“Damn why didn’t you say something!”
“And risk making this worse?” Jean adds sarcastically. “I’m a lot of things but stupid isn’t on the list Ed, but now that I know I’m not going to be roasted alive I’d like a gallon of water, a bottle of aspirin and about six more hours of sleep.”
“Help yourself to whatever you’d like downstairs, Jean.”
“Thanks Chief and for what it’s worth I’m sorry about all of this,” Jean says as he stands up on wobbly legs, “and much thanks to you Ed for saving me from Big, Burly last night.”
“No problem that’s what friends do right?”
“Exactly, and to return the favor I’m going to go downstairs crash on your couch and when you wake me up later I’ll pretend I didn’t hear you two going at it like rabbits.”
“You’re all heart, Jean.”
With that the Lieutenant ambles out of the room leaving us alone. “Now where were we?” Roy asks as he nibbles on my ear.
I don’t answer but I think pulling him down on top of me says it all.
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Date: 2012-05-27 12:55 am (UTC)Love it Lynx <333
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Date: 2012-05-27 04:58 pm (UTC)...and haven't I written enough smut recently?
*icon love*
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Date: 2012-05-27 06:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-05-27 01:20 am (UTC)Surprisingly the story made perfect sense. That and Edward wasn't exactly sober at the time either. Poor Havoc, he's lucky Ed was there. The ruined clothes in the hallway seemed to corroborate Ed's story pretty well anyway. This was a cute little fic. I quite enjoyed it. You certainly kept the suspense going. Nice job. ;)
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Date: 2012-05-27 05:02 pm (UTC)Thank you for the wonderfully glowing comment love.
I have a soft spot for Roy/Ed angst so I gave in when a prompt from my F-List wouldn't leave me alone. I could see Ed managing to get himself twisted up in a situation like this because... well because as an Elric he just has that kind of luck. Glad it kept you entertained and thanks again for taking the time to comment ^_^.
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Date: 2012-05-27 05:05 pm (UTC)Roy was very close to losing his infamous cool.
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Date: 2012-07-04 02:46 pm (UTC)And I would like to echo BaroqueAngel's really unsubtle hint about writing a sequel with the make-up sex. HINT.
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Date: 2012-07-06 01:18 am (UTC)