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Adult +
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Poor Paul 10: The Bed Store
Fandom:Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 10: The Bed Store
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, duvet soilage)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed test out a possible purchase. And Paul is apparently a master salesman.
AN: Prompt provided by someone who insists that something like this happened in RL. That is all I'm allowed to say. ^_^
**Includes a new sketch!** (available on my fic LJ- link in profile)
Poor Paul 10: The Bed Store
“I like the new digs, Paul,” Ed said.
“Thanks.” Paul smiled humbly as he led Roy and Ed around the gigantic showroom of the popular bed store chain.
“How do you like your new job?” Roy asked, eyeballing a particularly stylish bedroom set with an even more particularly expensive price tag.
“It’s okay,” Paul replied. “I couldn’t really afford to be picky since this was the only place that would hire me after… you know.” He blushed and looked away, embarrassed to recall the peeping incident that landed him behind bars.
Roy smirked. Being surrounded by so many beds, along with the huge store’s semi-seclusive environment, was giving him all sorts of filthy ideas. He took a seat on a nearby bed and leaned back seductively.
“Well,” he said, nonchalantly rubbing his inner thigh. “If you weren’t so hooked on watching us fuck, none of this would have happened.”
“I’m… not… complaining…” Paul said, greedily watching the motion of Roy’s hand.
“Roy, what are you doing?” Ed said, glancing around the thankfully near-empty store for signs of life.
“Waiting for you,” he said, gazing up at Ed with his dark eyes. His hand moved to his crotch, where he began to rub himself lazily.
“Sweet Jesus,” Paul breathed.
“Roy!” Ed whispered harshly, quickly looking around… but not entirely disinterested in Roy’s daring proposition.
“What?” the older man asked innocently as he slowly pulled the zipper down over the large tent in his pants.
“Dear Lord,” Paul gasped.
“We can’t just fuck right there on a display bed, Roy,” Ed said, looking as if in fact, they very well could fuck right there on a display bed.
Rather well.
“Suit yourself.” Roy deftly pulled out his cock, which was already quite hard and leaking, and began to stroke himself.
“Good God,” Paul muttered.
A small whimper arose in Ed’s throat as he watched his lover handle himself. “We’re gonna get caught,” he said.
Roy didn’t miss a pump. “No we won’t. Not as long as Paul is showing us the bed.”
“Huh?” Ed and Paul simultaneously responded.
Roy sighed. “None of your co-workers will bother you if they think you are trying to make a sale.” He stopped talking long enough to thrust his hips into his fist and moan. “So Ed, get over here and try to stay quiet. And Paul? Sell us the bed.”
Overcome with the understandable (and universal) desire to be fucked by Roy Mustang, Ed walked over to the edge of the bed and stood between the man’s legs. Roy stopped jerking himself long enough to lean forward and unzip Ed’s jeans.
“Paul. Stop staring and act natural… unless you want us to stop-“
“Sell us the goddamn bed!” Ed demanded, turning to glare bloody murder at Paul. There was no way in hell he was about to stop now.
“Uh…” the bumbling peeper started, staring nervously around the room. “So… this… is a bed,” he said, loudly enough for any lurking co-workers to hear.
“What siiiiiiiiize…. Ah!” Ed managed as he felt himself sink into Roy’s wet mouth. He automatically grabbed onto the man’s head and plunged his cock in, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly.
“Fuck… oh fuck,” he cried out softly, pumping his hips.
Paul moaned and shifted uncomfortably. “It’s a…” he paused; he had no goddamn idea what size the bed was. Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the sight of Ed’s hot, taut ass in Roy’s grip and the older man’s head bobbing up and down in front of him, Paul quickly found what he was looking for.
“King!” he yelled triumphantly. “It’s a king!” Secluded from the chest down by the bedroom display, Paul readjusted his painfully erect penis through his pants… which did absolutely nothing to conceal the wet spot forming on his crotch.
Bracing himself on Roy’s head, Ed kicked out of one shoe and pulled one leg out of his jeans. Roy immediately slickened his fingers and reached under Ed, sticking them inside of the young man’s tight entrance and gently opening him up. He pulled away from Ed’s cock and gently licked the skin directly above the light blond pubic hair in front of him; smiling to himself when he heard the teen suppress a moan and tighten his fingers in his thin, black hair.
“It’s got a mattress,” Paul informed them. His voice was remarkably calm and collected for a man who was dangerously close to coming in his pants. Again.
Roy nuzzled his cheek against Ed’s stomach before releasing him and getting into the bed, sliding his pants down around his ankles. After one last look around, as if he would have actually stopped at that point, Ed quietly crawled into the bed and straddled Roy’s thighs.
“Oh, fuck me,” Paul exclaimed, grabbing a nearby chair. There was no way on earth his legs would support him now.
The lovers grinned at Paul’s not so secret wish. Ed worked his way down onto Roy’s cock, shivering as it filled him. He wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck and kissed him deeply as he began to ride him, bucking his hips and taking the man’s thickness all the way to the hilt. Roy gripped Ed in his hand and began to jerk him quickly; they didn’t have much time… not that they ever did when they decided to fuck in public.
“Fuck,” Ed silently exclaimed, overwhelmed by the indescribable sensation of having Roy Mustang’s cock in his ass. “Fuck… fuck… fuuuuuuck.”
“Fuck,” Paul agreed, leaning forward to get a closer look at them.
“Fuck… shit… ah, fuck!” Ed’s voice grew in a crescendo as his hips began to increase in tempo.
“Shhh,” Roy warned him, stroking him even faster. Ed brought one hand down and intertwined his fingers with Roy’s, where they both continued to pump him together.
“I’m… gonna… come…”
“Shhh…” Roy panted, fucking and stroking him harder.
“Ah-!” Roy closed Ed’s mouth with a kiss as the young man came, coating his abdomen in a seemingly endless spray of warm cum. The feel of Ed tightening around his cock was too much and Roy came immediately after, releasing himself into the young man’s tight ass with a shuddering moan-
“BOX SPRING!!!”
Roy and Ed turned to look at their momentarily forgotten audience of one, who- with his flushed face and bulging eyes- looked as if he might soon need medical attention.
Before either of them could respond to Paul’s work-appropriate ejaculatory proclamation, the approaching voice of the store manager interrupted them….
*****
“So what does Paul here need to do to get you into that bed today?” the smarmy manager asked.
“Surprisingly little,” Roy said, regarding Paul with a knowing smirk. “We’ll take it.”
Paul blushed and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, which he had untucked to cover his… situation.
“Excellent choice!” The manager was initially concerned after hearing the new seller’s strange method of yelling out seemingly random bed layers but apparently it worked. In record time, no less.
He slithered away, leaving Paul to close the deal and making a mental note to incorporate more unorthodox sales techniques storewide. Maybe that Paul was onto something…
*****
“That was entirely too close,” Ed said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Roy and Paul both nodded.
“But it was fun,” Paul said.
Roy and Ed both nodded.
“Hey guys?”
“Yeah?” Roy asked.
“About what we talked about last time…”
“What? Toys?” Roy inquired, knowing good and damn well that wasn’t what Paul was getting at.
“You know good and damn well that’s not what Paul is getting at, Roy,” Ed said with a winning smile.
Roy shook his head and scowled. He was clearly outvoted.
And it wasn’t as if he hated the idea of it.
But… still…
“Fine,” he said quietly. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Um, I think I’ll be the one doing it,” Ed said, grinning like a fiend.
Roy turned on his lover with a warning. “If you call me an uke, I’ll kill you.”
Ed planted a joyful kiss on Roy’s cheek. “I promise I won’t say it… but I’ll be thinking it every single second. With love, of course. Roy, my little bottom boy.”
Roy glared at Paul. “I hope you know you’ve created a monster now.”
Paul smiled shyly and hung his head… but wasn’t the least bit sorry.
Title: Poor Paul 10: The Bed Store
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, duvet soilage)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed test out a possible purchase. And Paul is apparently a master salesman.
AN: Prompt provided by someone who insists that something like this happened in RL. That is all I'm allowed to say. ^_^
**Includes a new sketch!** (available on my fic LJ- link in profile)
Poor Paul 10: The Bed Store
“I like the new digs, Paul,” Ed said.
“Thanks.” Paul smiled humbly as he led Roy and Ed around the gigantic showroom of the popular bed store chain.
“How do you like your new job?” Roy asked, eyeballing a particularly stylish bedroom set with an even more particularly expensive price tag.
“It’s okay,” Paul replied. “I couldn’t really afford to be picky since this was the only place that would hire me after… you know.” He blushed and looked away, embarrassed to recall the peeping incident that landed him behind bars.
Roy smirked. Being surrounded by so many beds, along with the huge store’s semi-seclusive environment, was giving him all sorts of filthy ideas. He took a seat on a nearby bed and leaned back seductively.
“Well,” he said, nonchalantly rubbing his inner thigh. “If you weren’t so hooked on watching us fuck, none of this would have happened.”
“I’m… not… complaining…” Paul said, greedily watching the motion of Roy’s hand.
“Roy, what are you doing?” Ed said, glancing around the thankfully near-empty store for signs of life.
“Waiting for you,” he said, gazing up at Ed with his dark eyes. His hand moved to his crotch, where he began to rub himself lazily.
“Sweet Jesus,” Paul breathed.
“Roy!” Ed whispered harshly, quickly looking around… but not entirely disinterested in Roy’s daring proposition.
“What?” the older man asked innocently as he slowly pulled the zipper down over the large tent in his pants.
“Dear Lord,” Paul gasped.
“We can’t just fuck right there on a display bed, Roy,” Ed said, looking as if in fact, they very well could fuck right there on a display bed.
Rather well.
“Suit yourself.” Roy deftly pulled out his cock, which was already quite hard and leaking, and began to stroke himself.
“Good God,” Paul muttered.
A small whimper arose in Ed’s throat as he watched his lover handle himself. “We’re gonna get caught,” he said.
Roy didn’t miss a pump. “No we won’t. Not as long as Paul is showing us the bed.”
“Huh?” Ed and Paul simultaneously responded.
Roy sighed. “None of your co-workers will bother you if they think you are trying to make a sale.” He stopped talking long enough to thrust his hips into his fist and moan. “So Ed, get over here and try to stay quiet. And Paul? Sell us the bed.”
Overcome with the understandable (and universal) desire to be fucked by Roy Mustang, Ed walked over to the edge of the bed and stood between the man’s legs. Roy stopped jerking himself long enough to lean forward and unzip Ed’s jeans.
“Paul. Stop staring and act natural… unless you want us to stop-“
“Sell us the goddamn bed!” Ed demanded, turning to glare bloody murder at Paul. There was no way in hell he was about to stop now.
“Uh…” the bumbling peeper started, staring nervously around the room. “So… this… is a bed,” he said, loudly enough for any lurking co-workers to hear.
“What siiiiiiiiize…. Ah!” Ed managed as he felt himself sink into Roy’s wet mouth. He automatically grabbed onto the man’s head and plunged his cock in, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly.
“Fuck… oh fuck,” he cried out softly, pumping his hips.
Paul moaned and shifted uncomfortably. “It’s a…” he paused; he had no goddamn idea what size the bed was. Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the sight of Ed’s hot, taut ass in Roy’s grip and the older man’s head bobbing up and down in front of him, Paul quickly found what he was looking for.
“King!” he yelled triumphantly. “It’s a king!” Secluded from the chest down by the bedroom display, Paul readjusted his painfully erect penis through his pants… which did absolutely nothing to conceal the wet spot forming on his crotch.
Bracing himself on Roy’s head, Ed kicked out of one shoe and pulled one leg out of his jeans. Roy immediately slickened his fingers and reached under Ed, sticking them inside of the young man’s tight entrance and gently opening him up. He pulled away from Ed’s cock and gently licked the skin directly above the light blond pubic hair in front of him; smiling to himself when he heard the teen suppress a moan and tighten his fingers in his thin, black hair.
“It’s got a mattress,” Paul informed them. His voice was remarkably calm and collected for a man who was dangerously close to coming in his pants. Again.
Roy nuzzled his cheek against Ed’s stomach before releasing him and getting into the bed, sliding his pants down around his ankles. After one last look around, as if he would have actually stopped at that point, Ed quietly crawled into the bed and straddled Roy’s thighs.
“Oh, fuck me,” Paul exclaimed, grabbing a nearby chair. There was no way on earth his legs would support him now.
The lovers grinned at Paul’s not so secret wish. Ed worked his way down onto Roy’s cock, shivering as it filled him. He wrapped his arms around Roy’s neck and kissed him deeply as he began to ride him, bucking his hips and taking the man’s thickness all the way to the hilt. Roy gripped Ed in his hand and began to jerk him quickly; they didn’t have much time… not that they ever did when they decided to fuck in public.
“Fuck,” Ed silently exclaimed, overwhelmed by the indescribable sensation of having Roy Mustang’s cock in his ass. “Fuck… fuck… fuuuuuuck.”
“Fuck,” Paul agreed, leaning forward to get a closer look at them.
“Fuck… shit… ah, fuck!” Ed’s voice grew in a crescendo as his hips began to increase in tempo.
“Shhh,” Roy warned him, stroking him even faster. Ed brought one hand down and intertwined his fingers with Roy’s, where they both continued to pump him together.
“I’m… gonna… come…”
“Shhh…” Roy panted, fucking and stroking him harder.
“Ah-!” Roy closed Ed’s mouth with a kiss as the young man came, coating his abdomen in a seemingly endless spray of warm cum. The feel of Ed tightening around his cock was too much and Roy came immediately after, releasing himself into the young man’s tight ass with a shuddering moan-
“BOX SPRING!!!”
Roy and Ed turned to look at their momentarily forgotten audience of one, who- with his flushed face and bulging eyes- looked as if he might soon need medical attention.
Before either of them could respond to Paul’s work-appropriate ejaculatory proclamation, the approaching voice of the store manager interrupted them….
*****
“So what does Paul here need to do to get you into that bed today?” the smarmy manager asked.
“Surprisingly little,” Roy said, regarding Paul with a knowing smirk. “We’ll take it.”
Paul blushed and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, which he had untucked to cover his… situation.
“Excellent choice!” The manager was initially concerned after hearing the new seller’s strange method of yelling out seemingly random bed layers but apparently it worked. In record time, no less.
He slithered away, leaving Paul to close the deal and making a mental note to incorporate more unorthodox sales techniques storewide. Maybe that Paul was onto something…
*****
“That was entirely too close,” Ed said, breathing a sigh of relief.
Roy and Paul both nodded.
“But it was fun,” Paul said.
Roy and Ed both nodded.
“Hey guys?”
“Yeah?” Roy asked.
“About what we talked about last time…”
“What? Toys?” Roy inquired, knowing good and damn well that wasn’t what Paul was getting at.
“You know good and damn well that’s not what Paul is getting at, Roy,” Ed said with a winning smile.
Roy shook his head and scowled. He was clearly outvoted.
And it wasn’t as if he hated the idea of it.
But… still…
“Fine,” he said quietly. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Um, I think I’ll be the one doing it,” Ed said, grinning like a fiend.
Roy turned on his lover with a warning. “If you call me an uke, I’ll kill you.”
Ed planted a joyful kiss on Roy’s cheek. “I promise I won’t say it… but I’ll be thinking it every single second. With love, of course. Roy, my little bottom boy.”
Roy glared at Paul. “I hope you know you’ve created a monster now.”
Paul smiled shyly and hung his head… but wasn’t the least bit sorry.
Epilogue:
It wasn’t until the next day that Paul remembered that the store had surveillance cameras. Assuming he would be found out and sent back to jail, he promptly quit his job and is once again, seeking gainful employment.
Roy suspected all along that the store had cameras; he just didn’t care. The idea of being filmed only turned him on even more and inspired him to incorporate videotaping into future fuck-a-thons with Ed.
Only Ed was blissfully unaware of the fact that his adorably naked ass was now immortalized on video. It would only occur to him months later, while surfing the web for porn and coming across a blurred but familiar clip of two men fucking in a bed store.
The smarmy manager kept the original video. He watches it at least once a day.
The End
AN: Next up: the moment everyone, except for Roy, has been eagerly waiting for!