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Title: Aveo: Part 3
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: Aveo
Characters: Roy/Ed
Author: Little ole me ^_^
Genre: Romance/Angst/Passion
Words: 774
Rating: T - Hard T lol
Summary: It's the day ater and Ed's not ready to face the music...
Warnings: None
I had never been so curt with Maes before in my life.
He’s my best friend so I knew he’d forgive me once I explained things to him… if I ever got them sorted out enough to make sense that is.
You must have sprinted from the office because I was less than two minutes behind you but even at my hurried pace it took me nearly ten to catch up to you. You have your hands shoved in your pockets as you march along the nearly empty street with your head down.
You had to be lost in thought because the Ed I know should have sensed my approach but you didn’t. In fact, when I grabbed your elbow you whirled around looking ready to battle. When you realized it was me those fierce amber eyes mellowed and that tense look of anxiety returned.
You took a step back and my hand darted to stop you on instinct.
The moment my fingers made contact with your bare skin the resulting sensation startled us both. I didn’t know what the hell this was but I would be damned before I ran away from anything this intense. I may not be the playboy most of Central believes me to be but I’m far from inexperienced and of all the people that have come through my life I’ve never felt anything like this.
“Not here,” I managed to spit out. “Follow me… please?”
Why couldn’t I speak? How could merely touching you rob me of something so basic? If you were feeling anything close to what I was feeling, it’s no wonder you ran. If this had happened to me at your age, I would have probably done the same thing.
You looked at me and I couldn’t read your expression but I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding when you nodded.
I guess I wasn’t the only one who was having trouble speaking.
We walked to my house with a good three feet of space in between us and in complete silence. We entered my home like a couple of wraiths and when your eyes fell on the spot in front of the fireplace where all this began I could see the flush tinting your cheeks.
You sat on the sofa and made it a point not to look at me. With your arms folded tightly across your chest I didn’t hold out much hope of progress. Images of a much more relaxed version of you from our last office party had me excusing myself and opening a bottle of wine. When I returned with two full glasses and extend one to you, you shot me a snide look as you accepted the offered drink and said, “If the last two times we’ve been together are any indication I don’t think you’ll have to ply me with wine.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was the most you’d said to me all day.
“Well if that’s the case no harm in drinking it right?”
You didn’t respond but you downed nearly half the glass in one go. After that, you relaxed, sank into the cushions a little, threw your head back and stared at the ceiling.
“What do you want to happen from this point?”
“That’s a loaded yet vague question. You want to narrow that down a bit? My mind’s not exactly working at peak proficiency over here.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled before taking a drink out of my own glass, “what I meant was, do we go forward or do we go back?”
You sat up so quickly it startled me. Golden eyes that have done nothing but dance through my mind since the previous night narrow at me in question.
“Shouldn’t we both be out picking up a couple of babes after running away from each other screaming and promising to never speak of it again? Isn’t there some sort of guy protocol for situations like this where you end up nearly fucking your equally male coworker in the middle of their living room floor?”
“If it involves too much tequila after awkward semi-drunken confessions of mutual attraction yes that would be the standard procedure but seeing as how this fluke literally happened out of the blue I think we need a new plan.”
“Yeah out of the blue would work if we hadn’t been swapping tongues in the office an hour ago. Try again, Mustang.”
“Ok so we are going to lay it all out there then? Is that what you want?”
Even as I asked the question, I knew you were not ready to answer it.
He’s my best friend so I knew he’d forgive me once I explained things to him… if I ever got them sorted out enough to make sense that is.
You must have sprinted from the office because I was less than two minutes behind you but even at my hurried pace it took me nearly ten to catch up to you. You have your hands shoved in your pockets as you march along the nearly empty street with your head down.
You had to be lost in thought because the Ed I know should have sensed my approach but you didn’t. In fact, when I grabbed your elbow you whirled around looking ready to battle. When you realized it was me those fierce amber eyes mellowed and that tense look of anxiety returned.
You took a step back and my hand darted to stop you on instinct.
The moment my fingers made contact with your bare skin the resulting sensation startled us both. I didn’t know what the hell this was but I would be damned before I ran away from anything this intense. I may not be the playboy most of Central believes me to be but I’m far from inexperienced and of all the people that have come through my life I’ve never felt anything like this.
“Not here,” I managed to spit out. “Follow me… please?”
Why couldn’t I speak? How could merely touching you rob me of something so basic? If you were feeling anything close to what I was feeling, it’s no wonder you ran. If this had happened to me at your age, I would have probably done the same thing.
You looked at me and I couldn’t read your expression but I released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding when you nodded.
I guess I wasn’t the only one who was having trouble speaking.
We walked to my house with a good three feet of space in between us and in complete silence. We entered my home like a couple of wraiths and when your eyes fell on the spot in front of the fireplace where all this began I could see the flush tinting your cheeks.
You sat on the sofa and made it a point not to look at me. With your arms folded tightly across your chest I didn’t hold out much hope of progress. Images of a much more relaxed version of you from our last office party had me excusing myself and opening a bottle of wine. When I returned with two full glasses and extend one to you, you shot me a snide look as you accepted the offered drink and said, “If the last two times we’ve been together are any indication I don’t think you’ll have to ply me with wine.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was the most you’d said to me all day.
“Well if that’s the case no harm in drinking it right?”
You didn’t respond but you downed nearly half the glass in one go. After that, you relaxed, sank into the cushions a little, threw your head back and stared at the ceiling.
“What do you want to happen from this point?”
“That’s a loaded yet vague question. You want to narrow that down a bit? My mind’s not exactly working at peak proficiency over here.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled before taking a drink out of my own glass, “what I meant was, do we go forward or do we go back?”
You sat up so quickly it startled me. Golden eyes that have done nothing but dance through my mind since the previous night narrow at me in question.
“Shouldn’t we both be out picking up a couple of babes after running away from each other screaming and promising to never speak of it again? Isn’t there some sort of guy protocol for situations like this where you end up nearly fucking your equally male coworker in the middle of their living room floor?”
“If it involves too much tequila after awkward semi-drunken confessions of mutual attraction yes that would be the standard procedure but seeing as how this fluke literally happened out of the blue I think we need a new plan.”
“Yeah out of the blue would work if we hadn’t been swapping tongues in the office an hour ago. Try again, Mustang.”
“Ok so we are going to lay it all out there then? Is that what you want?”
Even as I asked the question, I knew you were not ready to answer it.