Shiver

Chapter 2

What I Wanted

I barely remembered the short cab ride back to Roy's house. Now I was standing behind him, watching him unlock his front door. I remembered the silence, the awkward feeling of anticipating what would happen when we got to his house. I suddenly heard the click. Then felt his presence move away from me. I lowered my head and followed.

I stood in his entryway while he closed the door behind me. I was finally here, in Mustang's house. I looked around the main room; dark masculine furniture surrounded me in an orderly plan on the wooden floor. There was a large rug centered in the room, swirling patterns of red and gold mixed with the dark tones of leather on the couches and chairs.

Roy brushed by me and headed under an archway into another room.

"You still cold?" Roy called out from the next room, sounding concerned.

I hesitated before I answered. If I told him I was cold, would he then try to warm me up? The thought brought another flush to my cheeks. My answer was a bit wicked, "Yeah, I'm freezing, can you do something about that?" Would he understand the implications behind my response?

I stepped in and took a seat on the couch, pushed up against the wall, adjacent to the door. I put my black booted feet up on the mahogany coffee table in front of me and tried to stretch out a little to soothe my nerves. I heard clanking in the other room, must be a kitchen, I thought.

Roy walked back out from behind the archway, two steaming white mugs in his hand. He strode with his typical confidence toward me and handed me a mug. I felt the couch dip as he took a seat beside me.

"Get your feet off the table, this isn't your dorm room," Roy requested with irritation.

"Oh, sorry." I flushed again. My blood was rushing to my face so much, I pondered if there'd be any left for the rest of my body. I dropped my boots to the floor. Roy put an arm around my shoulders and I had the answer to my question - plenty of blood, all pouring into my groin. I had to shift in my seat to keep myself comfortable, straining as hard as I was against my zipper.

I took a sip of my beverage, I thought it was coffee, but I realized, as the sticky sweet taste slid along my tongue, it was hot chocolate. My anger ignited and I glared at Roy. "What's the deal giving me hot chocolate? I'm not a child anymore, Mustang!"

Roy grinned. "You think I don't know that? I wouldn't be bringing a child into my home like this, especially one so obviously aroused." He chuckled and nodded down to my pants.

I immediately sat upright, almost spilling my hot chocolate in the process. The mug just about broke as I slapped it on the coffee table in front of me. "Mustang, you are, you are so . . ." there went my tongue again. He's so what? Damn him for doing this to me.

"Sit down, Ed. This is what you wanted, right?" Roy suddenly looked very serious.

How could I answer that? It was obvious, but I didn't want to have to say it out loud, I don't even know if I could. I sat back and leaned into his chest. I couldn't look him in the eyes. "Yes," my reply was soft, barely a whisper. Just feeling the hardness of his body against mine set me on fire again, it almost made me laugh, is this really why they called him The Flame?

Roy reached forward and set his mug on the coffee table, then turned his attentions toward me again. I felt his arm draw me in closer. I lifted my face. Those eyes, they were seeing straight through me again. Did he see my need, my yearning for him, the years of longing for his touch? His lips came close to mine, I was his, all his, and only his.

Once again I surrendered as his mouth claimed me, penetrated me, possessed me. I wanted it all, my body was aching; my erection pulsed. I involuntarily moved my hips, something, anything, to relieve the tension winding inside me. His lips left mine and moved eagerly down my neck. Tender bites inflamed me even further. I moaned loudly, I couldn't help myself. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my face tensed up. Breathless words worked their way out of my mouth, "Oh, please, please touch me."

I couldn't believe I'd said it. I was horrified for an instant as my eyes suddenly flew open. I felt his progression on my neck stop, his eyes gazed into mine again. I was trembling. I saw a smile play on Roy's face. His hand reached up and brushed a lock of my blond bang out of my face. Did he have to do that? I just wanted to hide.

"Damn, Ed, that was hot. Keep talking," Roy implored, his voice low and seductive.

"Really?" If it was what he wanted, I'd do it. Now if I only could.

"Hey, you look sort of, scared. How far are you willing to go with this?" Roy's eyes were searching.

"Well, I-I hadn't thought that far." I lied. I'd thought that far and then some. In the shower, in my bed when Al was gone, I'd thought about it and thought about it. All the while pleasuring myself and fantasizing about him and what he'd do to me. But, how could I tell him?

He moved away from me. Damn, what did I do? I was still aching, sensitive to his every touch. He couldn't just stop now, could he? "Wh-what are you doing?" Now I really was scared, terrified everything I'd wanted was all over.

He stood up and turned to me, leaning over slightly. "I don't know, Ed. I'm your superior officer, we could get into a lot of trouble." His face was tense.

I shook my head immediately. "No, no, no!" my voice whined. I didn't care about anything anymore. I abruptly stood up, seized the collar of his military jacket, and tugged him down to me. His nose almost touched mine, my eyes burned with desire. "I'm willing, Roy. I'm more than willing, damn-it. I've thought about nothing except being with you. You have no idea, how much I think about you. How much I—"

He crushed me again with those beautiful lips. His kiss was harsh and lovely at the same time. I pushed myself against him, grinding my hips into his thigh. Oh, the delicious friction, it jolted through me, urged me to do it again. His arms held me, soothed me. He wanted me to talk; I'd talk all right. As soon as his lips left mine to engulf my neck again, everything poured out of me. "Take me, Roy, take all of me, right now," I groaned. My hips wouldn't stop thrusting, my moans wouldn't stop coming.

I felt him turn us around, never leaving my neck. My body shuddered as I felt his erection press into my stomach. He walked me backwards, hands running up and down my back, mouth sucking at my neck, into a hallway and through a doorway. I barely felt the edge of the mattress hit the back of my thighs before I was pushed down on top of it.

My breathing was ragged. I didn't think I could get enough air. My chest was suddenly cold. He wasn't pressed against me anymore. I propped myself up on my elbows to see him standing at the edge of the bed, he was undressing. My desire hummed within me as I watched layer after layer peel away, revealing the creamy skin covering his lean body. I wanted so badly to taste it, take it in my mouth and devour every inch of it. I licked my lips.

He leaned over me, straddling me on all fours. Damn, he was naked, naked! I tilted my head forward and could clearly see his erection, standing tall, just for me. When I looked back up into his face, he was smirking at me.

"Like what you see, Ed?" Roy teased.

Was it that obvious? Guess I'd have to put my hypothetical tongue back in my mouth. In an instant, that beautiful body was on top of me. His soft bites resumed on my neck, shivers racked the inside of me. My hands contacted flesh and ravaged it. I couldn't get enough. My heart couldn't find its rhythm. I let out a sharp gasp just before grabbing his behind and thrusting my hips into him. I wanted to be released; I had to feel his skin on mine.

"Wait!" I shoved him off me and sat up to tear at my clothes. My hands were shaking. I couldn't unbuckle my belt, the clasp of my jacket felt foreign in my fingers. "Damn-it, Damn-it, Damn-it!" I growled.

His comforting hands found me, relaxed me. I felt his soft breath tease the back of my neck and his warm body against my spine.

"Here, Edward, let me," Roy's voice was smooth as silk.

I could loose myself, just in his voice, so low and reassuring. I dropped my arms to my sides and let him undress me. Slowly, sensually, he removed every article of clothing, kissing and licking my skin along the way. Each time, my body shuddered; my heart beat a little faster, my breath hitched in my chest. I loved his touch.

When I was bare and completely exposed to him, he prodded me to move upwards on the bed. He gently pulled the covers down and smiled warmly at me as I slid between the thin sheets, lying on my back. They were cool against my skin, allowing me a brief respite from the insatiable desire ravaging my soul. I watched his lithe body slide in beside me. He turned on his side to face me. My eyes followed his hand as it reached up over my head. I felt tugging on my hair and realized he was releasing the bond of my braid. The simple gesture made a familiar feeling well up inside me. I suddenly felt the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes. I struggled against them, blinking them back. I couldn't cry, not now. But I had to say it; I had to tell him how I felt. "Roy, I lo—"

His index finger pressed against my lips.

"Sh . . . no talking, unless it's in the heat of the moment, understand? There'll be plenty of time for that later." Roy leaned forward and smiled, a gentle warm smile.

Does that mean there will be a later? My heart filled with adoration, love, all those things came pummeling back into me. I blinked again, a hot tear raced down my cheek, unable to stop it. I turned my face away, not wanting to let him see it. Fingers tapped my chin and turned my face back towards him. Then his lips were on me again, his body slid over mine and the sweet sensation of his skin on mine enveloped me. I was in heaven, finally.

I let him take me, and I took him. My body writhed under his, my hips thrust wildly; taking friction everywhere I could. His mouth moved over my chest, stopped at a nipple and teased, flicking and sucking. I called out and arched my back, God it all felt so good. I felt him thrust against me as well, his urgent moans sounded in my ears, thrashed my senses.

He moved down between my legs. I could feel his tongue licking, lapping at the inside of my thighs. I desperately tried to reposition myself, to center my erection into those sensuous lips. Then he took it, fire seared through me as he licked up my length and circled my head. I was so far gone, I thought I would loose control right there. I grit my teeth and clenched the sheets. He must have sensed it because he stopped. I looked down at him.

"Ed, are you close?" Roy's face was flushed, his eyes lustful.

"Yeah, I can't help it," my voice was strained.

"Do you want this, or do you want me to enter you?"

I didn't know. I'd never done either, how was I to know? "Uh, what do you want? I grimaced.

Roy grinned. "So, a virgin, huh? Well, I guess this'll just have to do."

I grabbed at his head, tilted my hips back, and forced him to hear what I had to say. "No, no, I-I want it. I want you to enter me." I would have begged him if I had to, I didn't get this far just to go home a virgin. If anyone would take it from me, I wanted it to be him.

"You sure?" Roy's smile widened, his eyes seemed to burn.

"Of course I'm sure," I gave in, I begged, "Please, Roy, please."

"Well, if you put it that way, guess I can't turn you down," he teased with a smug grin.

I watched as he repositioned himself, rolled over, and opened his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a bottle, opened it and poured the substance over his hand. I didn't know about such things and it fascinated me. How would it feel to have him inside me, I wondered? A pulse of desire flashed through my body at the thought. I didn't have to wait long to find out.

Roy began to stroke himself with his slick palm. The look on his face was enough to send me over the edge. The tension in my groin was excruciating; I had to touch myself. I moaned as my hand pumped quickly, then Roy's hand stopped me.

"Ed, wait for me," his voice was soothing again.

He covered me, his eyes looked directly into mine. I was lost in those dark pools. I was vaguely aware of his hand brushing against my cheek, of him prodding my legs open, of his erection dropping between them. Roy's eyes darted between mine; he looked concerned.

"It might hurt at first, I'll be careful, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered. I didn't care what he did to me. As long as I could feel him all around me, see all his attention focused on me. It was good, too good. He kept his eyes on mine and continued to stroke my cheek as he tilted sideways a little and brought a hand down to my entrance. I felt a finger slide in; it was uncomfortable, not so bad, really. Then another finger entered, I squirmed and shifted my gaze to the ceiling.

"Okay?"

"Yes, don't stop." I was growing impatient, why didn't he just do it already, all this prodding with fingers was not what I wanted. I wanted him, not his damn fingers. Then an incredible pulse of pleasure shot through my body. I gasped and clawed at Roy's sides. "Wh-what was that?" I panted, my eyes returned to his.

Roy grinned and chuckled, "That is why we do this, Ed."

Oh the smug bastard, I thought. I was about to say something, but he found that spot again and hit it over and over. I thrust into his stomach, quickly becoming sensitive again, I screamed, "Roy!"

Without a word, he drew the fingers out and placed his erection at my entrance. I tried to position myself closer to it, hungering for it now. In my haste, I realized I'd been pawing at his hips, clenching my eyes shut. But, he wouldn't budge. He just kept it there, teasing me. What was he waiting for? My eyes opened, he was smiling at me. "Give it to me, all of it, now," I demanded in a deep growl.

'Sh . . . "

I heard his voice, felt his hand stroking my cheek, soothing. He was in complete control and I was more than willing to let him. Strange how he so easily calmed my wildness, contained the beast within me. My breathing was ragged. I felt him push slightly and he entered, just a little. It burned, but it was delicious. As soon as I tried to move my hips, to push it in further, he hushed me again. I was edge. I thought I'd burst soon, just burst in pure bliss.

He pushed in more, more pain, but it quickly subsided. I was panting. He kissed my face, soft lips on my cheeks, caresses on my arms. My heart pounded in my ears, an ache filled my chest. I ached for him. Not just physically, no, this was much more. That feeling started to build, words struggled at my lips to be set free.

Suddenly, he thrust completely into me, pain, red and white, bolted through me. I called out. My voice sounded like someone else's, not mine. He pulled out and pushed back in, more soothing, gradually, the pain turned into pleasure. I began to moan. Delicious pressure filled me, thrusting over and over against that spot. My erection gained friction from Roy's taut stomach. My climax began to build again, promising of sweet release. I couldn't take much more. I grabbed at Roy, closing my eyes, tensing my whole body. I spilled, plunging over the edge with abandon. The eruption pushed my seed between us, delicious contractions went on and on and my moans filled the room with each one.

As I slowed, I felt Roy's body grow rigid on top of me. He began to gasp sharply and his body shook as he continued to thrust. I held onto him tight, it was exquisite to watch him hit his peak. He drove deep inside me and stopped, I felt his whole body shudder as his urgent climax pulsed inside me. I felt him suddenly grasp me and push his face into the pillow next to my head. He pulled out and drove in again. Then he relaxed. I listened as his breathing slowed.

I held him so tight, I thought I might crush him. I buried my face into his black hair and breathed in his scent. The aching feeling in my chest came to the surface again, this time the words had to come out. Overcome by intimacy, I whispered, "I love you, Roy Mustang." I was suddenly paralyzed with fear as I waited for a response.

Even though muffled against my shoulder, his voice rang in my ear, "I know."