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Poor Paul	By : soubiyuki Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 12: Election Day
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation, language, exploitation of civic duty)
Timeline: None- AU (*For voting purposes, Ed is eighteen here. Continuity is a bitch, ain't it?)
Summary: Roy, Ed, and Paul engage in their patriotic duty... among other things.
AN: It's been too long. We've missed you, Paul.

Spell checked, no beta. Please forgive any grammatical atrocities as I was distracted by the sex!. O_o;
Poor Paul 12- Election Day

�Why are you being pissy?�

Roy knew it was a futile question, even as the words fell from his lips. Was there ever a moment when Ed wasn�t pissy?

Well� yeah. When he had a cock up his ass.

Hm�

That sounded really good right about now. (When didn�t it?) But alas, they were currently crammed into a voting booth, about to partake of their civic duty as citizens by voting in the current election.

The reason they were in a shared booth, something not normally permitted, was that his adorably stunted lover� well� he had issues with reaching the voting machine. Roy had done what any good boyfriend would have done- or so he thought- by telling the group of sweet little old ladies running the show that Ed would need assistance, throwing in a smoldering gaze that caused them to gush and fluster and almost gave one of them a heart attack.

Apparently, the vertically challenged teen didn�t appreciate the gesture.

�I could have reached it,� he pouted, stubbornly crossing his arms.

�Really?� Roy asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

Ed cast a scornful glare at the voting machine, which rivaled him in height. He knew good and damn well there was no way he could have done this on his own, but he would be damned if he was about to admit it now.

Roy fought to subdue the smirk that threatened to come to the surface. He would be damned if he was going to admit that as much as it irritated the life out of him, he loved this petulant, pissy side of Ed� if only because he wanted to fuck it right out of him.

Hm�

�Down boy,� he muttered, causing the young man�s glare to turn his way... not knowing that the �boy� in question was Roy�s fast hardening cock, which twitched at the thought of making that stubborn face contort in screaming ecstasy. It didn�t help matters at all that they were in such close, confined proximity, or that the mouthy-

Mouthy� God I�d love to have that mouth wrapped around me right about now-

- brat had decided to wear those black leather pants that were so goddamned tight-

Tight� His ass� his ass is so fucking tight-

- that he may as well have been poured into them.

�Fuck,� Roy whispered hoarsely, unable to control himself any longer. He quickly wrapped his arms around Ed and grabbed onto his blessedly firm ass, cupping and squeezing each delightful cheek in the palm of his hand, and brought his groin forward, pressing and grinding it into Ed�s stomach.

�What the fuh� uhhhh�� Ed�s sour disposition immediately took a turn for the better as the older man drove his cock into his stomach. He grabbed onto Roy�s forearms and pulled himself into the man�s embrace.

�You� idiot� we� can�t� do this� here� ahh fuuuuuuuck�� Ed threw his head back and promptly banged it against the wall of the booth. �Ow� ahhh��

Roy smirked and took advantage of Ed�s cranial mishap by bending down and sucking on his neck, running his tongue along the sensitive skin, licking and lapping from one side to another. What a silly, fuckable little thing Ed was; really, they had fucked in a church confessional for goodness sake- was fucking in a voting booth really all that different?

�Shhh,� he warned, mindful of- and extremely fucking turned on by, thank you very much- the audience outside. While he would normally love nothing more than to hear Ed scream to the heavens, and while he was almost positive that the sweet little old ladies outside were just hearing impaired enough not to hear them, Roy wanted to take no chances at being caught before he was able to get his inside of that warm, wet, tight little ass. �You�ll have to keep your voice down-�

�Roy? Is that you?�

�What the fuck?� Ed glanced around the voting booth with wide amber eyes, trying to figure out where the mystery whisperer was located.

�Paul?� Roy detached himself from Ed�s neck long enough to look up. �Where are you?�

A light knock answered his query. Somehow, unsurprisingly enough, their beloved fuckstalker was in the next booth over.

�What the hell are you doing here?� Ed whispered.

�Voting,� Paul answered.

�Oh, yeah,� Ed replied, remembering his whereabouts.

Roy was not so convinced. �So you didn�t follow us here in the hopes that we would fuck in the voting booth?�

�Of course not�. Are you?�

�I think you already know the answer to that, Paul,� Roy said, prying a hand from Ed�s ass to grab onto the strained leather bulge that stood out in the front of his pants.

�Fuuuck!!� Ed cried out.

�Shhh,� Roy said.

�Ohhh,� Paul moaned.

Roy unzipped Ed�s pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, which was slick with precum. He began stroking it slowly, causing Ed to close his eyes and bang his head off the wall of the booth once more as he moaned softly in a fit of pleasure.

�I�ve got his cock in my hand. It�s pretty fucking wet,� Roy narrated, pumping the teen with agonizing slowness.

�Ahhhhh!�

The sound of a tortured moan floated across the air to their ears. Roy smiled, unable to help feeling a tad bit godlike at his ability to make his two most willing subjects weak in the knees. However�

There was a more pressing situation at hand that he hadn�t thought of until that moment.

�Ed. Take your pants off.�

Ed�s eyes flew open. �Huh?�

�Pants. Off.�

�Here?�

Roy nodded, maintaining his grip around Ed�s cock. True, he could just jerk him off and be done with it� but the lure of burying himself to the hilt in that perfect ass was entirely too strong and he was not about to leave until he did just that.

And because Ed ultimately wanted to feel that perfect cock buried to the hilt inside of him, he quickly kicked off his left boot and shimmied his leg out of his pants. Roy bent down and grabbed the boot, pausing just long enough to run a teasing tongue over the moist head of Ed�s cock and causing him to buck his hips forward for more. With a small pang of reluctance- because he enjoyed sucking Ed off almost as much as fucking him- Roy stood back up and placed the boot on top of the voting machine-

Gotta remember to do that before we leave.

- so that the sweet little old ladies would not wonder why Ed had taken it off. But because Ed was now standing there with one shoe off and one naked leg, he had to hurry-

�Paul. Are you jerking off yet?� he whispered to the man who had fallen mysteriously silent.

�� Noooo��

Roy grinned. �Zip it up and get over here. And don�t let them see you.�

�What? Why?� Ed asked. Not because he was necessarily opposed to Paul�s presence, but because he wasn�t sure how the three of them were going to fit in the booth since it was already cramped with just the two of them�

�Oh�� he said, understanding what Roy had in mind.

Fortunately for Roy, he was far too horny to make a big deal about it.

�Hurry up,� he whispered to Paul, thrusting into Roy�s fist. �Get your ass over here.�

�Don�t get caught,� Roy added.

Sure enough, the two lovers heard the sound of zipping and general bumbling about- what the hell had he been doing over there, humping the voting machine?

�H-Hold on,� Paul whispered.

Ed closed his eyes again, giving himself into the sensation of Roy�s hand as it moved up and down his length, pausing to run a thumb over the head, smearing clear liquid across the tip.

�You�re okay with this, right?� he heard Roy ask.

The teen nodded and thrust even harder.

�Turn around,� Roy instructed.

Ed obediently did as he was told, causing him to smile. The only time Ed ever did what he asked without putting up a fight, it seemed, was when he was about to get fucked.

Roy reached around Ed and continued stroking him with one hand while he slowly worked a finger into him with the other. He used his nose to nudge the teen�s long blond hair to one side and began licking the back of Ed�s ear. A moan rose in his throat and he braced his hands against the wall, fucking away at Roy�s hand and leaning his head back into Roy�s kiss.

�AHHH- Ow!!�

�Shhh!�

Ed almost knocked over the voting machine as Paul quickly squeezed his way into the booth, frantically closing the thin blue curtain behind him.

�Quick,� Roy panted, unzipping his pants. �Pick him up.�

�What?� Paul was a bit too distracted by his hard on, which was presently poking urgently against Ed, to hear what Roy said.

�Pick me up,� Ed repeated, holding up his arms like an expectant child. �I�m too shor- uh� I mean, Roy can�t fuck me if you don�t.�

�Hurry up before they notice that there�s three of us in here,� Roy added, moving his hand away from Ed�s cock and deftly unzipping Paul�s pants the way that only Roy Mustang could.

Paul hissed loudly as Roy made contact with his cock, momentarily forgetting his own name, let alone the short, blond teen waiting to be taken into his arms.

�He can�t do anything if you�re going to stand there and grope him,� Ed said, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Roy�s, pumping and squeezing Paul�s cock and paying no heed whatsoever to his own words.

In a stunningly bold move, the first of its kind since the couple had met Paul�s acquaintance, the bespectacled young man pulled out of Roy and Ed�s grasp, dangerously close to coming all over them. He quickly yanked his pants down to his thighs. He then bent down and grabbed Ed by the waist, hoisting him up in his surprisingly strong arms and shuddering helplessly as their slickened cocks slid against each other.

�Ahhhhhh!�

�Ohhhhhh!�

�Shhhhhhh!�

Intrigued by the sight of Paul and Ed rubbing up against one another, and especially of Ed, with his limbs wrapped around Paul�s neck and waist as he thrust into his cock and abdomen, Roy momentarily (and quite selflessly, he thought) pushed aside his own need and grabbed onto the teen�s lovely ass, guiding it up and down while the two men continued their slow, grinding dance.

It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen in his life.

�Roy!� Ed cried softly. �Hurry!�

There was no sweeter invitation that that. Roy pulled Ed�s ass down and pressed his cock to his opening, eliciting another moan from the teen. He slowly began to work his way into Ed; unfortunately there hadn�t been much in the way of prepping and Roy could only pray that Ed would be able to walk out of there on his own, but he had to hurry since they were fast overstaying their welcome.

That, and if he didn�t blow his load soon, his cock was going to explode.

After he was completely inside of Ed, Roy tried to remain still to allow them both time to adjust to his girth. But the feeling of tight warmth enclosed around him, the sensation of Ed�s thrusting hips, and the sight of Ed and Paul �dry� humping the fuck out of each other was entirely too much for him to handle. He gripped Ed�s hips tightly and began thrusting hard into his body. He pushed forward, pressing Paul against the wall of the cramped booth and sealing Ed firmly between the two of them.

�Fuck,� he whispered into Ed�s neck. Not that sex between the two of them was ever boring, not at all. But this� holy shit. This was just-

�Do you boys need any help? You�ve been in there for awhile now.� The kind, grandmotherly voice of one of the sweet little old ladies was just outside of their booth.

�Shit!� Paul�s eyes widened in horror� but not enough to stop what he was doing.

�We�re fine,� Roy managed, surprising himself by the calm, cool, and collected sound of his voice. �We�ll be done in just a min-�

�I�M COMING!!!! OH GOD, I�M COMING!!!!!!� Ed screamed.

�Alright, alright. No need to yell about it. Just let me know if you need any help,� the sweet little old lady said, her voice retreating back to the voter sign-in desk, complaining about the rudeness of today�s youth�

Ed moaned loudly as he came all over Paul, who bit his bottom lip in an effort to keep his own cries from spilling out of his mouth. He thrust one last time against the teen�s pulsing cock before he came himself, returning the favor.

Once Ed had finally begun to relax, Roy pounded himself into his body, reaching around him and grabbing onto Paul�s arms for added leverage. He clenched his teeth and grunted softly, focusing all of his concentration on the way Ed�s ass felt as he slid in and out of it and when he came, he came hard, so hard that he thought his cock might have exploded after all by the sheer force of it.

It was, by far, one of the best fucking orgasms he had ever had.

Trembling and shuddering, the three men panted silently, each of them caught up in their own afterglow. Ed slowly pried himself from Paul�s body and planted his feet on the ground, squeezing his body around so that he could pull Roy down for a deep kiss.

�Fuck,� he said shakily after they had parted lips.

�Yeah,� Roy concurred.

�That was� amazing,� Paul whispered, zipping himself up.

�You think so? Just wait until I fuck you,� Roy said with a smirk.

�Me too,� Ed piped in.

Roy snorted. �What, I let you fuck me one time and you�re a big, bad top all of a sudden?�

�Hey!� Ed exclaimed, reaching out to Roy�s chest and giving his nipple a twist.

�Okay, Paul,� Roy said, clasping his fingers around Ed�s. �Get the hell out of here before you end up on the news again.�

�Yeah,� Ed agreed, pulling his hand away and trying desperately to pour himself back into his leather pants, successfully elbowing the bullshit out of Roy and Paul in the process.

�Okay.� The somewhat adorkable young man poked his head out of the booth, checking to see if the coast was clear.

�Oh, hey,� Roy said, now holding onto Ed�s boot and waiting for him to finish. �We�re heading up to the beach next weekend. Wanna come?�

Paul�s head nearly ruptured at the promise behind the sultry vocals of Roy�s invitation and could only nod weakly in return.

�Good. See you later, then.�

*****

�Hey, hey, hey! You there! What are you doing in that booth?!�

The sweet little old ladies watched in shock as the young man in glasses bolted out of the voting booth and, upon being targeted, sprinted out of the door.

�These kids today, I swear,� one of them muttered, walking over to the booth that he had exited from and sliding the curtain open. �What�s going on in here?� she asked.

The two young men, one of them short enough to pass for a child, bless his heart, had just finished casting their votes and turned around, gazing upon her with innocent eyes.

�We don�t know, ma�am,� the older one said� and by God wasn�t he a nice-looking drink of water. She�d noticed him when he came in and if she was just forty years younger she would have put a hurtin' on him for sure�

�He just came in here out of the blue,� the wee little one said. �We�ve never seen him before in our lives.�

�Well,� she said. �You gotta be careful anymore. All sorts of crazies running around. My word, just a few weeks ago there was some pervert in the news. Seems he was spying on people while they were out camping in the woods��

The End

AN: Well. I must say that I ended up much happier with this version. So I suppose the hard drive crapout was a good thing, after all.

I�m so very sorry for the wait. But I hope it was at least a little bit worth it.

Next up, by way of my dear friend fullmetalrose �s suggestion, is the beach. Now that Paul is� getting his� the possibilities really are just about endless. Remember, if you have a particular place or scenario in mind for our boys to do the nasty, by all means let me know.

Until next time.

xoxo
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