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Poor Paul 11: Trading Places
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 11: Trading Places
Pairing: EdxRoy!!
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, bottom-topping)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Paul and Ed get their wish... but somehow Roy still ends up on top.
AN: This one's for all of you out there who wanted to see things switched up a bit. Not sure if Roy is pumped about it, but I had blast writing it! ^_^
**Includes a new sketch!** (LJ only)
Poor Paul 11: Trading Places
“So how’s the new bed working out for you?”
Paul took a nearby seat as Roy sat on the edge of the brand new bed that he and Ed had so vigorously tested out back at the bed store, being the conscientious consumers that they were.
“Like a charm,” Ed replied, sitting at the head of the bed and playing with the flip cap of a large bottle of banana flavored lube that Paul had given them as a bed warming present.
“Glad to hear it,” Paul said, looking between the two of them in amazement, wondering not for the first time if there would ever be a way he could convince the pair of them to let him move in so that he could ogle them twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
“My sleep number isn’t 69 for nothing,” Roy said with a seductive wink, prompting a small whimper from the bespectacled voyeur.
“Yeah, okay, enough small talk,”Ed said impatiently; he was already hard from anticipation and eager to get the ball rolling.
“Alright, already.” Roy could no longer prolong the inevitable. He made a show of peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. “Come on then,” he said, favoring Ed with a dark, sultry gaze. “Let’s give the man his show.”
He leaned back on the bed and ran his hand down his chest, tweaking his nipples and stopping at his already massively swollen groin, where he rubbed it in long, slow strokes.
Ed heard some heavenly exclamation of praise and wonder fall from Paul’s lips, but he was too engrossed in what he was seeing to hear exactly what was said. The thought of being inside of Roy’s body was enough to make him painfully sore from want and he could already feel a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip of his cock.
Holy shit, I’m about to fuck Roy Mustang…
It was only then that Ed began to wonder if he would even be able to hold out…
*****
Roy stretched his naked body out on the bed and watched Ed kiss his way down his chest. Under any other circumstances, Roy would have had to dismiss doing it in their own bed as uneventful. Not exactly boring… just not their usual raunchy public encounters.
But because it was his poor, inexperienced lover’s first time at the helm, and because he was damned if he was about to get caught with a dick up his ass in public, Roy was willing to deal with all of the vanilla aspects of plain ol’ sex in a plain ol’ bed… ah, the sacrifices he made for love…
He moaned softly as Ed sucked on the sensitive skin around his navel and wrapped his fingers around the teen’s silky blond hair.
The truth was that Roy actually had no problem whatsoever with the situation. He found the idea of being fucked by Ed quite… fucking hot and was anxious to feel it firsthand.
Not that he would ever say those words out loud. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
Roy drew in a quick gasp of air as he felt Ed’s mouth close around him and begin to suck him off. He had always jokingly suspected that the reason he tolerated, and practically encouraged, Ed to run his mouth so much was because it had to have some direct effect on the way he gave head. It was just that damn good.
He was barely able to resist the urge to grab onto his lover’s head and thrust away, driving himself as far down the young man’s throat as he could without making him gag, so he settled instead on leaning back on his elbows and watching his cock disappear into Ed’s mouth as far as it could go.
After about a minute of letting Ed mouthfuck him, Roy grabbed the bottle of lube and gently nudged him on the head. Ed looked up, his mouth still wrapped around the tip of Roy’s cock, something the older man found sexy as hell.
He released Roy from his grip and stared at the bottle of lube, almost as if he was unsure of what to do with it.
“Need help?” Roy quipped.
“No,” Ed insisted, in spite of the blush that surfaced on his cheeks.
He spread a small amount of lube on the fingers of his right hand- having quickly learned the importance of quantity control after the slip-a-thon during Paul’s birthday- and slowly began to rub it along Roy, massaging it thoroughly around his entrance, teasing it, playing with it and pressing against it, but stopping just short of entering.
Roy swallowed the moan that rose in his throat; what Ed was doing felt… fucking… wonderful. He began to rock his hips, trying to get the point across that he wanted more.
“Stick your finger in,” he finally whispered in a rushed, husky voice.
Ed obliged him by slowly working in his first finger by way of small thrusts, going in deeper each time. Roy grabbed onto himself and began to pump in rhythm with the timid invasion. He had wanted to instruct Ed on exactly what to do to find his prostate but decided against it; unfortunately Ed’s fingers, God love him, were as vertically challenged as the rest of his body…
… except for his cock.
Gathering courage from Roy’s obvious pleasure, and too caught up in his own to brag about it (but not too caught up to make a mental note to do it later), Ed worked in a second finger and began to move it inside of Roy along with the first. He closed his eyes and moaned, absolutely undone at the feeling of tightness around his fingers as he spread them in a scissoring motion that was all to familiar to him from Roy’s previous administrations.
He felt his fingers being pulled from the snug warmth of Roy’s body as he was gently pushed onto his back. Wait a minute… wasn’t he supposed to be in charge here?
“This will be easier for me,” Roy explained before Ed could open his mouth to complain. He straddled Ed’s legs and positioned the young man’s overly eager cock beneath him. Roy slowly eased himself down, until he had taken all of him in and paused for a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled to the hilt.
Indeed, Ed’s cock wasn’t vertically challenged at all.
*****
Oh.
My.
God.
“Fuck!” Ed grabbed onto Roy’s ass and threw his head back, crying out as Roy began to ride him and vaguely aware that he wasn’t the one who should be swearing to the heavens but unable to control himself.
“Fuck… Fuck…. Fuuuuuuck!!!”
Up and down… up and down… swallowing him whole each time… Ed thought he would either die or go insane from the sensation of sliding in and out of Roy’s tight, wet hold.
Somewhere, far off in the distance, he heard a loud thudding noise. But none of that mattered at the moment…
*****
Roy wrapped his arms around Ed’s neck, kissing him deeply as he ground his hips even harder, and was almost rewarded with a severed tongue as Ed’s entire body seized and his teeth involuntarily clamped shut. He pulled away from his lips and turned to his neck instead, sucking and lapping at the delicate skin beneath his ear which caused a fresh round of lust driven obscenities to fly from his lover’s mouth. Roy could feel Ed’s body tense beneath and inside of him and knew it wouldn’t be long…
Although he wasn’t going to last much longer himself; Ed’s cock was pushing against his prostate with each maddening thrust and it was a miracle that he’d been able to hold out as long as he had. He held onto Ed’s neck with one hand and moved the other down to his own cock, working himself up to a fast climax.
He grunted and shuddered as he came, coating them both with an unimaginable amount of cum, never missing a beat with his hips even as he squeezed himself dry-
“… gonna come… gonna… fucking come!” Ed gasped. He gripped Roy’s ass with both hands and drove himself upward, coming hard inside of him, screaming at the top of his lungs until his voice cracked and gave way to a hoarse cry. His cock continued to spasm long after he was done and he collapsed onto his back, panting and trembling.
“Fuck,” he whispered breathlessly.
Roy leaned forward and kissed him; Ed barely managed to bring his arm around the older man’s neck to reciprocate.
“Happy now?” Roy asked. “You finally fucked me.”
Ed closed his eyes and grinned. “It still felt like you were the one doing all of the fucking,” he managed.
“I may have topped you from the bottom a little bit,” Roy conceded with a smirk. “But it still counts… right Paul?”
The recuperating lovers were met with silence.
Ed opened his eyes. “Paul?”
They glanced over at the side of the room where Paul’s ringside seat was empty.
“What the-?” Ed started.
“Shit,” Roy said, staring down at the floor…
… where poor Paul lay passed out and all but dead to the world.
*****
Ed hated the medicinal smell of hospital rooms and he wanted to go home, but he resolved himself to tough it out… especially since it was partly his fault that Paul was there.
“When are they going to release you?” he asked, standing in front of the television and flipping through the channels.
“Tomorrow. They want to keep me overnight to run some tests since they’re not quite sure what to make of my… condition.”
“You mean the… projectile nosebleeds and simultaneous ejaculation?” Roy pointed out, reading from his patient chart.
Paul blushed. “Yeah,” he said shyly.
Roy replaced the chart. “Maybe we should slow down-“
“NO!” Paul yelled quickly.
“Alright, alright. Settle down. It was just a suggestion.” Roy walked over to one of the bedside chairs and sat down. He looked around, taking stock of the large, private room…
… and began to smile.
“Oh, Ed? Come over here for a second.”
Ed turned away from the TV and took one look at Roy’s face.
He wasn’t sure who should be more frightened, him or Paul.
*****
The two lovers walked out of the room in time to be greeted by an approaching nurse.
“And how is the patient doing?” she inquired.
“I’m not too sure,” Roy said thoughtfully. “I think he may have had another… episode.”
The concerned woman shook her head. “That is just the strangest thing,” she said, before sparing Ed a glance. “Oh my goodness! Are you feeling alright?”
Ed’s face was flushed and he stood on wobbly legs but did manage a shaky “Mm-hm,” in reply.
“Don’t worry,” Roy added. “I’m going to get him home and right into bed… again.” He threw in a teasing smile that made the woman forget her own name, let alone the odd nature of his comment.
“Well,” she said faintly. “You be sure and do that….”
“Have a nice day.” Roy dropped her a wink and ushered Ed away.
*****
Doctors were at a loss to diagnose Paul’s condition. Obviously.
He was given a vitamin B12 shot and released the next morning.
After a quick stop at the unemployment office, he was back at Roy and Ed’s apartment by noon where the boys surprised him with a get-well basket consisting of assorted fruits, candies…
… and a fleshlight...
...which Roy named Gladys.
End.
AN: As someone who never thought they would live to see the day they would like EdxRoy, I gotta say... I liked it!
Hope you guys did too. And never fear, we'll be back to our usual public fornication next time.
Next up: Roy and Ed rock the vote... and the voting booth.
Until then.
(Erm, in case anyone doesn't know what a fleshlight is... google it. ^_^)
Title: Poor Paul 11: Trading Places
Pairing: EdxRoy!!
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, bottom-topping)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Paul and Ed get their wish... but somehow Roy still ends up on top.
AN: This one's for all of you out there who wanted to see things switched up a bit. Not sure if Roy is pumped about it, but I had blast writing it! ^_^
**Includes a new sketch!** (LJ only)
Poor Paul 11: Trading Places
“So how’s the new bed working out for you?”
Paul took a nearby seat as Roy sat on the edge of the brand new bed that he and Ed had so vigorously tested out back at the bed store, being the conscientious consumers that they were.
“Like a charm,” Ed replied, sitting at the head of the bed and playing with the flip cap of a large bottle of banana flavored lube that Paul had given them as a bed warming present.
“Glad to hear it,” Paul said, looking between the two of them in amazement, wondering not for the first time if there would ever be a way he could convince the pair of them to let him move in so that he could ogle them twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
“My sleep number isn’t 69 for nothing,” Roy said with a seductive wink, prompting a small whimper from the bespectacled voyeur.
“Yeah, okay, enough small talk,”Ed said impatiently; he was already hard from anticipation and eager to get the ball rolling.
“Alright, already.” Roy could no longer prolong the inevitable. He made a show of peeling off his shirt and tossing it aside. “Come on then,” he said, favoring Ed with a dark, sultry gaze. “Let’s give the man his show.”
He leaned back on the bed and ran his hand down his chest, tweaking his nipples and stopping at his already massively swollen groin, where he rubbed it in long, slow strokes.
Ed heard some heavenly exclamation of praise and wonder fall from Paul’s lips, but he was too engrossed in what he was seeing to hear exactly what was said. The thought of being inside of Roy’s body was enough to make him painfully sore from want and he could already feel a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip of his cock.
Holy shit, I’m about to fuck Roy Mustang…
It was only then that Ed began to wonder if he would even be able to hold out…
*****
Roy stretched his naked body out on the bed and watched Ed kiss his way down his chest. Under any other circumstances, Roy would have had to dismiss doing it in their own bed as uneventful. Not exactly boring… just not their usual raunchy public encounters.
But because it was his poor, inexperienced lover’s first time at the helm, and because he was damned if he was about to get caught with a dick up his ass in public, Roy was willing to deal with all of the vanilla aspects of plain ol’ sex in a plain ol’ bed… ah, the sacrifices he made for love…
He moaned softly as Ed sucked on the sensitive skin around his navel and wrapped his fingers around the teen’s silky blond hair.
The truth was that Roy actually had no problem whatsoever with the situation. He found the idea of being fucked by Ed quite… fucking hot and was anxious to feel it firsthand.
Not that he would ever say those words out loud. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
Roy drew in a quick gasp of air as he felt Ed’s mouth close around him and begin to suck him off. He had always jokingly suspected that the reason he tolerated, and practically encouraged, Ed to run his mouth so much was because it had to have some direct effect on the way he gave head. It was just that damn good.
He was barely able to resist the urge to grab onto his lover’s head and thrust away, driving himself as far down the young man’s throat as he could without making him gag, so he settled instead on leaning back on his elbows and watching his cock disappear into Ed’s mouth as far as it could go.
After about a minute of letting Ed mouthfuck him, Roy grabbed the bottle of lube and gently nudged him on the head. Ed looked up, his mouth still wrapped around the tip of Roy’s cock, something the older man found sexy as hell.
He released Roy from his grip and stared at the bottle of lube, almost as if he was unsure of what to do with it.
“Need help?” Roy quipped.
“No,” Ed insisted, in spite of the blush that surfaced on his cheeks.
He spread a small amount of lube on the fingers of his right hand- having quickly learned the importance of quantity control after the slip-a-thon during Paul’s birthday- and slowly began to rub it along Roy, massaging it thoroughly around his entrance, teasing it, playing with it and pressing against it, but stopping just short of entering.
Roy swallowed the moan that rose in his throat; what Ed was doing felt… fucking… wonderful. He began to rock his hips, trying to get the point across that he wanted more.
“Stick your finger in,” he finally whispered in a rushed, husky voice.
Ed obliged him by slowly working in his first finger by way of small thrusts, going in deeper each time. Roy grabbed onto himself and began to pump in rhythm with the timid invasion. He had wanted to instruct Ed on exactly what to do to find his prostate but decided against it; unfortunately Ed’s fingers, God love him, were as vertically challenged as the rest of his body…
… except for his cock.
Gathering courage from Roy’s obvious pleasure, and too caught up in his own to brag about it (but not too caught up to make a mental note to do it later), Ed worked in a second finger and began to move it inside of Roy along with the first. He closed his eyes and moaned, absolutely undone at the feeling of tightness around his fingers as he spread them in a scissoring motion that was all to familiar to him from Roy’s previous administrations.
He felt his fingers being pulled from the snug warmth of Roy’s body as he was gently pushed onto his back. Wait a minute… wasn’t he supposed to be in charge here?
“This will be easier for me,” Roy explained before Ed could open his mouth to complain. He straddled Ed’s legs and positioned the young man’s overly eager cock beneath him. Roy slowly eased himself down, until he had taken all of him in and paused for a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled to the hilt.
Indeed, Ed’s cock wasn’t vertically challenged at all.
*****
Oh.
My.
God.
“Fuck!” Ed grabbed onto Roy’s ass and threw his head back, crying out as Roy began to ride him and vaguely aware that he wasn’t the one who should be swearing to the heavens but unable to control himself.
“Fuck… Fuck…. Fuuuuuuck!!!”
Up and down… up and down… swallowing him whole each time… Ed thought he would either die or go insane from the sensation of sliding in and out of Roy’s tight, wet hold.
Somewhere, far off in the distance, he heard a loud thudding noise. But none of that mattered at the moment…
*****
Roy wrapped his arms around Ed’s neck, kissing him deeply as he ground his hips even harder, and was almost rewarded with a severed tongue as Ed’s entire body seized and his teeth involuntarily clamped shut. He pulled away from his lips and turned to his neck instead, sucking and lapping at the delicate skin beneath his ear which caused a fresh round of lust driven obscenities to fly from his lover’s mouth. Roy could feel Ed’s body tense beneath and inside of him and knew it wouldn’t be long…
Although he wasn’t going to last much longer himself; Ed’s cock was pushing against his prostate with each maddening thrust and it was a miracle that he’d been able to hold out as long as he had. He held onto Ed’s neck with one hand and moved the other down to his own cock, working himself up to a fast climax.
He grunted and shuddered as he came, coating them both with an unimaginable amount of cum, never missing a beat with his hips even as he squeezed himself dry-
“… gonna come… gonna… fucking come!” Ed gasped. He gripped Roy’s ass with both hands and drove himself upward, coming hard inside of him, screaming at the top of his lungs until his voice cracked and gave way to a hoarse cry. His cock continued to spasm long after he was done and he collapsed onto his back, panting and trembling.
“Fuck,” he whispered breathlessly.
Roy leaned forward and kissed him; Ed barely managed to bring his arm around the older man’s neck to reciprocate.
“Happy now?” Roy asked. “You finally fucked me.”
Ed closed his eyes and grinned. “It still felt like you were the one doing all of the fucking,” he managed.
“I may have topped you from the bottom a little bit,” Roy conceded with a smirk. “But it still counts… right Paul?”
The recuperating lovers were met with silence.
Ed opened his eyes. “Paul?”
They glanced over at the side of the room where Paul’s ringside seat was empty.
“What the-?” Ed started.
“Shit,” Roy said, staring down at the floor…
… where poor Paul lay passed out and all but dead to the world.
*****
Ed hated the medicinal smell of hospital rooms and he wanted to go home, but he resolved himself to tough it out… especially since it was partly his fault that Paul was there.
“When are they going to release you?” he asked, standing in front of the television and flipping through the channels.
“Tomorrow. They want to keep me overnight to run some tests since they’re not quite sure what to make of my… condition.”
“You mean the… projectile nosebleeds and simultaneous ejaculation?” Roy pointed out, reading from his patient chart.
Paul blushed. “Yeah,” he said shyly.
Roy replaced the chart. “Maybe we should slow down-“
“NO!” Paul yelled quickly.
“Alright, alright. Settle down. It was just a suggestion.” Roy walked over to one of the bedside chairs and sat down. He looked around, taking stock of the large, private room…
… and began to smile.
“Oh, Ed? Come over here for a second.”
Ed turned away from the TV and took one look at Roy’s face.
He wasn’t sure who should be more frightened, him or Paul.
*****
The two lovers walked out of the room in time to be greeted by an approaching nurse.
“And how is the patient doing?” she inquired.
“I’m not too sure,” Roy said thoughtfully. “I think he may have had another… episode.”
The concerned woman shook her head. “That is just the strangest thing,” she said, before sparing Ed a glance. “Oh my goodness! Are you feeling alright?”
Ed’s face was flushed and he stood on wobbly legs but did manage a shaky “Mm-hm,” in reply.
“Don’t worry,” Roy added. “I’m going to get him home and right into bed… again.” He threw in a teasing smile that made the woman forget her own name, let alone the odd nature of his comment.
“Well,” she said faintly. “You be sure and do that….”
“Have a nice day.” Roy dropped her a wink and ushered Ed away.
*****
Doctors were at a loss to diagnose Paul’s condition. Obviously.
He was given a vitamin B12 shot and released the next morning.
After a quick stop at the unemployment office, he was back at Roy and Ed’s apartment by noon where the boys surprised him with a get-well basket consisting of assorted fruits, candies…
… and a fleshlight...
...which Roy named Gladys.
End.
AN: As someone who never thought they would live to see the day they would like EdxRoy, I gotta say... I liked it!
Hope you guys did too. And never fear, we'll be back to our usual public fornication next time.
Next up: Roy and Ed rock the vote... and the voting booth.
Until then.
(Erm, in case anyone doesn't know what a fleshlight is... google it. ^_^)