Caught

Disclaimer: I do not own it.
Warnings: Sex! yay! Um, oral, anal, threesome, Ed being aggressive

I don’t know why I wrote this. Just bored I guess. I’ve been working on a few bigger ones but they’re pretty far from finished. Oh well. Hopefully you’ll enjoy this little add-on. Random porn is a good thing.

‘Hmm, warm.’ Snuggle. ‘I wonder why it’s so warm today?’ An experimental kick tried to shove blankets off but they didn't budge. Ed was suddenly aware of weight on both arms and opened his eyes to see. Dark hair was splayed on the pillow to his right and pale blond to his left. His eyes widened and his back stiffened when remembered what those bastards had done.

A few seconds were spent laying still, considering good options for punishment. His lips stretched in a wicked grin and he jerked his arms up suddenly and bucked his body, sending both men flying off the bed. Startled yelps followed the satisfying thuds and he snickered to himself.

“Edward, what the hell was that?” Roy’s head popped up from the floor. A pink tongue flicked at him.

“Yeah, Boss, what the hell was that?” A slim finger flipped the blond off and a heavy foot kicked at them when they tried to get back into bed. “Aw, come on, don’t be mad.”

“You assholes can just go to hell. I’m going to have a shower and order in. On your bill, Mustang.” Dark eyes rolled at him. “Then, I’m going home.” He stuck his nose in the air and hopped out of bed. And immediately fell on his face when his legs wouldn’t support him. “Oww! Fuck!”

Havoc bit his lip so hard it bled and lifted the kicking and squirming blond. He was carried to the bathroom and set in the tub, warm water running. Roy just followed and laughed. ‘Fucker. You’ll be sorry.’

After a long bath, Ed called his favorite restaurant, ordered enough for six people, and charged it to Roy’s account. Al had to meet him there to carry it all home. The containers were treated like prizes and arranged on the counter so the two blonds could browse. Al wasn’t as enthused about the idea, and obviously Ed couldn’t tell him just why Roy deserved this, but he went along with it anyways. After all, it was just food.

The office was quiet for three days before Ed bothered to show up again. When he did, two pairs of lips were instantly dry. His black top was replaced by a tight white t-shirt and the leather pants had turned into blue jeans, at least two sizes too small. Without an ounce of fat on the compact frame, every taut muscle was on display. Jean followed him around, staring, even ignoring a few warning shots. Roy tried valiantly to make it through their meeting, fidgeting and shuffling in his seat. He finally swallowed and stood, fully intending to pounce on his gorgeous subordinate.

Blond bangs shifted as their owner looked at him, a bright smirk on his face. “Something you want, Colonel?” Dark eyes narrowed at him. His smirk grew into a catty grin.

“You little… This is your idea of punishment, isn’t it?” The left shoulder rose and fell in an unconcerned shrug. “Fine, but don’t be surprised if Jean happens in here when you deny him.”

Short nails were examined carefully. “I wouldn’t do that. After all, I’d hate to have to leave you both, right after I got you.”

“Is that a, threat?” Dark brows met in a small frown. “You can’t win this game, Ed. It’s a bit beyond you, really.”

“Is it? Well, we’ll see, won't we?” The blond stood and stalked over to stand over Roy’s chair. “Take it like a man, Co –olnel. Maybe you’ll find your way back into my bed.” White teeth flashed and he turned and sauntered out, hips swinging enough to draw the brunette’s eyes straight down. He watched and drooled; fine, let him try his hand at this. He wouldn’t last an hour.

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Havoc was leaning against the wall, smoking his third cigarette of the break. Damn, he would have told Roy to go to hell if he’d known this was gonna happen. Ed had teased and taunted all day, staying just out of reach and refusing to be alone with him. And, OF COURSE, all the files he needed were on the top shelf and required stretching to reach, and that pen had just HAPPENED to roll under Fuery’s desk, right across from Jean’s. His lips were especially dry today too, at least the way he was licking and nibbling them said so.

Speaking of, there he was wandering along the wall, hand trailing the rough stone. “Jean.” That sing-song voice had never boded well for anyone who heard it.

“Yeah, Boss.” Let’s just get it over with. Maybe he’d pass judgment quickly.

That pink little tongue flicked again. “How long can you go without a smoke?”

Blue eyes narrowed, no, he wouldn’t. “I dunno, Boss. Never tried.”

The dangerous grin appeared and his hands clasped behind his back in an innocent pose. “You should. It would be good for you.”

“What do you want, Edward? What will it take for you to not be mad anymore?” Just get it over with.

“What makes you think I’m mad?” A loud snort and a flash of humor lit gold eyes. “Alright. Two days, without a cigarette. Not one puff, and no hanging out with anyone else, either, that’s cheating.” Even teeth gritted and he considered it.

“And you’ll be done, no more pouting or teasing?” A light shrug and a quick nod. “Fine. Two days, starting now.” He stubbed out his last bit of filter.

The smaller blond grinned and turned to go, then turned back. “One other thing. If Mustang comes whining for sex, don’t give him any. That’s cheating too.” He hummed his way off, practically skipping while his most recent lover stared after him.

Day one was brutal and tempers were short. Roy was crabby and even yelled at Hawkeye when she brought him more papers; he was shot at for using bad language. Jean sat and stared at his desk blankly, sweating. He stood half a dozen times to head out and forced himself down each time. He even started a brawl with Breda over a chocolate bar Ed casually tossed on the table. The little blond was still dressed indecently, his shirts fitting perfectly to show off his figure to the utmost advantage, and his pants drawing the eye exactly where he wanted it.

Roy wandered out and tried to start a conversation with Jean, who blew him off to watch the clock. Then the brunette started to go for a ‘walk’ by the secretary pool but caught Ed’s eye on the way out and ended up not going. He pouted around the office for a bit trying to get Havoc’s attention before slinking back to his desk in defeat. By the end of the day, everyone was grateful to have escaped alive.

Day two was less adventurous, if only because Breda, Falman and Fuery called in sick and Riza ran a tighter schedule than usual. Her gun sat on her desk for the least sign of slacking or goofing off. Ed was banished from the office and sent to assist one of the archivists, who was known to have an eye for young officers. By lunch he was back, tired of being stared at. He even bargained to change his clothes if he could stay there. Hawkeye had mercy and let him, provided he sit and work, no fooling around.

Meanwhile, Roy was holed up in his office. He hadn’t realized exactly how much sex they had until they didn’t. Just for curiosity, he’d added it up. Once in the morning before work, usually once in the morning at work, once at lunch or in the afternoon, and at least once in the evenings. Damn, and if Ed had been doing Jean on the side; that little brat was getting laid like six times a day! Or more! The brunette fumed silently. Why wasn’t he getting laid six times a day? Why wasn’t he getting laid at all? He continued to pout, riffling his date book idly.

The clock edged forward and Jean watched it avidly, counting the minutes. At 4:47 exactly he was bolting out the door, Ed’s laughter following him down the hall. The blond himself was out soon after. “Made it. Wasn’t sure for a bit there.” A low grunt. He grinned as the fourth cigarette disappeared as rapidly as the previous three. “So, feel better? Riza left, you know. Something about us being useless.” Blue eyes fastened on him instantly. “Wanna go see if Roy learned his lesson?” The last cigarette was stubbed out and they grinned at each other before jogging in to check if their other lover had survived his week of abstinence.

Furious muttering came from the other side of the door. “No, no, boring, don’t think so, no, argh! I hate you all.” A small thud from something hitting the door made Ed smile.

He peeked in to see Roy with his head on the desk, whining to himself about being deprived. His little black book was on the floor by the door and the blond kicked it aside. “So, still looking for someone else, huh? Tch tch. That’s a shame. I thought maybe, if you’d learned your lesson, you’d want to play. Buutt” He dragged it out teasingly.

The dark head shot up. “I did! I learned, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again!” A bright grin and the youngest scooted over to straddle his legs. He curled against the solid chest and nuzzled dark hair out of the way to lick an ear. Jean grinned from the doorway and stepped in, closing it behind him.

“What should I do to you? Maybe you should bottom for me.” The young blond smirked and started peeling his shirt off, rolling it up his body and lifting his arms. Before he could get his hands freed, the shirt was wrapped firmly around them and twisted into a knot. “Hey!” Jean grinned down at him, his hand tangled in the shirt as well.

“I think you’ve run freely long enough.” Roy smirked and bit him, nipping at a solid shoulder. Ed struggled but his legs were spread around the brunette and his hands couldn’t get a grip on anything to fight. Hot breath teased his ear and a wet tongue traced the outer edge. His entire body shuddered and little pants started.

“Already? You went without too, didn’t you?” Gold rolled when soft lips moved against his chest; little whimpers made both men laugh and nip at delicate skin. Cloth rustled behind him and heat touched his back. His arms were pushed over the older blond’s head to stretch his body out, leaving him completely exposed. The rough edges of Jean’s uniform teased his sides and gun callused hands inched along the back of his pants, sliding under his belt to rub his back. Roy’s hands ghosted down his front, rough in their own way, slightly dry from his gloves.

Slim hips writhed frantically, rubbing his erection against Roy’s stomach as best he could. The brunette opened his shirt and started on his belt, dark eyes locked with gold. Havoc’s hands moved around to work on Ed’s belt and he squeaked when hard knuckles brushed hot skin. The smallest blond was panting heavily and bucking, begging with little whines and soft cries.

He screamed when Roy suddenly leaned forward, pressing their chests together and trapping their erections together. Pale hands attacked the last belt, ripping it open and using his body to push them all backwards to the edge of his desk, a hand moving the short man’s arms down in front of him.

Blue widened when he realized what he meant to do and he hopped up and shuffled backwards. Ed’s hips hit the edge of the desk. “Wha? What are you doing?” A sharp gasp escaped when his pants were yanked down and off and firm hands lifted him up to settled straddling Jean’s thighs. Slim, wet fingers teased briefly before sliding in to pet from the inside.

A drawer was opened and searched quickly for oil, which was promptly poured over Ed’s chest and back. It glistened and Roy swallowed heavily, licking his lips while he watched the two blonds. Ed’s hands reached out for him and he took them and stepped forward to kiss him. Havoc nibbled his ear and black stared into blue, the two older men sharing a brief moment of humor. Their stubborn little blond was really so easy sometimes.

Oil covered hands settled on Ed’s hips, lifting him up enough to line the hard flesh up with his slick opening. He twitched and wiggled; his head snapped back, hitting Jean’s shoulder and he screamed as he was filled with a single thrust. The blond head behind him had moved at the last second; he was familiar with Ed’s habit of flailing.

Roy held his hands against his chest, nibbling the auto-mail scars while he adjusted. Havoc nodded at him and he grinned at Ed. The youngest whined and fidgeted, eager for motion. Slim hands slid into the long bangs and used them to pull the gold head forward before pressing forward, pulling him down level with his aching length. His hands moved to the thick shoulders for support and Jean’s helped him from the slim waist.

An eager mouth engulfed him and he moaned, dark hair falling back as his body arched. Hips started to rock and Ed cried against his skin, drawing shivers and low cries. Jean’s hips moved with the brunette’s and they watched each other, eyes darkening. The smallest blond moved frantically between them, rubbing against the blue clad legs under him, licking and sucking desperately, faint screams vibrating with each thrust.

It couldn’t last long, a week without and they were all on the edge. The youngest fell first, pulling away to scream his pleasure. Jean was right on his heels, spasms pulling him along. Roy pumped himself twice and joined them, white streams spattering Ed’s face and chest.

Both blonds collapsed on the desk and the brunette settled into his chair, shuffling it forward so he could wipe them down. A towel appeared from the drawer and was lazily swiped around over quivering skin. Slow hands glided over sweat damp skin and the three relaxed, enjoying slow moments and gentle touching.

“Still think I can’t play that game?” Ed smirked tiredly at Roy.

The older man snorted. “Of course. You’ve still got a few years to catch up with me.” He smirked quickly. “In both experience and height.” Gold hair practically stood on end and the paler blond interfered before growling turned to biting.

“Easy there, Boss, Colonel. Relax.” A lazy grin and he patted them both on the head. “Though, if this is our punishment, we might have to misbehave more often.” Two fists smacked him on the chest and identical scowls made him laugh out loud; he got another smack when he wouldn’t explain what exactly was so damn funny.




Thank you for reading! Oh, and the positions are in fact possible, I crawled around and tested them all; muscle and support are required, but they do work. Which I find is valuable information but maybe no one else does. Please, review! Even if you don’t like it, tell me why!