Just Once?

Chapter 2

The Train

Something pointed and stiff poked Ed in the shoulder, making his body move gently to and fro. He let out a soft groan and licked his lips. “Leave me alone, Mustang, I’m tired.” Suddenly, his eyes whipped open and he bolted upright in bed. Oh no, what did he do last night? His face flushed as he turned to see the Colonel standing over him, already showered and dressed in his blue military uniform.

“Come on, we have to get out of here or we’ll miss the train,” Roy said.

Ed rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands. After turning his gaze to the open window, he noticed the sunrise spilling over the hills in the distance. There was no way he could look at Mustang. Embarrassment at his behavior last night churned in his gut and he wasn’t sure what effect, if any, it would have on their "working" relationship.

“Listen, I’ll meet you downstairs, okay?” Roy looked forward to having a nice breakfast and perusing the local paper before they had to leave for the train station. Besides, seeing Fullmetal in the daylight after what happened was a little awkward at best.

Ed nodded.

Roy turned, picked up his suitcase, and left for the restaurant.

After the door shut behind Roy, Ed sighed. His thoughts immediately focused on the way Roy touched him last night. A shiver rippled through his spine as he remembered how Roy's hand pleasured him and how enthralling it was to pleasure Roy. He started to harden. Better get in the shower, he thought, before his memories drove him to do something he didn’t have time for. He climbed to the edge of the bed and scanned the floor for any indication of the cockroaches that scared him the previous evening, but thankfully, they'd left with the sunlight.

Ed padded into the bathroom and peered at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he looked different somehow, now that he’d committed a sexual act with another man, or if anyone would be able to notice the small change in his features, the tiny indication in his eyes that he wasn’t as innocent as he’d been the day before. He shrugged and turned on the shower. Again, memories of the Colonel's touch filled his mind. He had to shake the images. It wasn't right to think about him like this.

He submitted his body to the warm water and let it wash away the sweat from last night's encounter. After grabbing the soap, he started to move it over his skin, noticing his breath coming a little faster as he slid the soap downward over his stomach. His flesh hand brushed absently over his length. It was hard and aching already. Damn-it, he thought, he didn’t want to do this, but his body had other ideas.

He put the soap back in the holder and returned his hand to his erection. He stroked quickly on himself. If he was going to do this, he had to make it fast. He bit his lip and let his mind wander to last night, imagining the Colonel was the one stroking him, seeing the face of his superior officer with lust-laden features. He leaned against the tile of the shower with his automail arm, steadying himself, while he thrust into his jerking hand. Short gasps escaped from his mouth as his release built. His hand pumped faster, more insistent, pulling his climax to the surface. His peak surged through him, making his eyes clench shut and his head fall forward. As the white fluid pulsed out of him and mixed with the clear water, he cried out and fought to keep his knees from buckling. When it slowed, he stood panting for a moment, unable to continue his shower until the intoxicating feeling subsided.

xxx

Roy sat at a small, square table by a window in the restaurant, drinking his coffee and reading his newspaper. This was his favorite time of day and for the moment, it took his mind off the young man who kept trying to sneak into his thoughts.

“Hey.” Ed plopped himself down in a chair opposite Mustang.

Roy briefly lowered his paper and scanned Ed up and down before returning his gaze to the story he’d been reading. “So, Fullmetal, what the hell took you so long?” If he was going to have to spend another full day on the train with Ed, he should try to make things more normal between them, he thought.

Ed’s anger flared. “I didn’t take that long. Just because you like to get up at some ungodly hour does not mean everyone else is automatically taking too long.”

A pale, thin man came up to the table with a pad and pen in his hand. "Can I take your order?"

Ed glanced quickly at a menu sitting in the center of the table. "I'll have the number one with an orange juice."

The waiter nodded and trotted off.

Ed sat quietly, looking around the restaurant at the other patrons, not wanting to meet Roy’s gaze and not knowing what to say.

The waiter appeared again with three plates of food and a tall glass of orange juice and set them down in front of Ed.

Roy briefly lowered his paper again. “Jesus, Fullmetal. Are you really going to eat all that?”

Ed dug into a plate of scrambled eggs and hash browns. “Of course, I’m a growing boy.” He winced as he realized he left himself wide open for a short joke.

Roy smiled as he formulated his reply. “Oh really, and at what point will the actual growing begin?” He peered out over his paper to enjoy the effect his insult had on his partner.

Edward glared at Roy as he continued to shovel food into his mouth.

“Oh, and by the way, try to close your mouth while you eat, I’m sure your mother never intended for you to look like you were raised in a barn.” A smug grin spread on his face before returning to his newspaper article. Suddenly, something bounced to a landing on his head. Chuckling could be heard from across the table. He reached a gloved hand up and grabbed the offending object before pulling it off and down. He looked into his palm. A hunk of scrambled egg lay in it. Very casually, he dropped the egg into an empty plate sitting in front of him and set his paper down. He sat forward and glared at a smiling Edward across the table. “That was a bit juvenile, don’t you think?”

Ed enjoyed the anger flashing in the Colonel's eyes. As his eyes roamed over Roy, he thought about how stunning Roy was in his military uniform, looking at him like that. He realized his mouth was hanging open a little too late.

Roy appeared self-conscious and blushed before sitting back and feigning a cough into his gloved hand. “Ed, don’t look at me like that.”

Confusion riddled Ed's mind, making him flustered. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t control his emotions as well as the Colonel could. Maybe all this pretending like nothing happened wasn't such a good idea, he thought. He didn't like being ignored like this. He gulped a mouthful of hash browns down and sat forward in his chair. “I can’t help it. Something happened last night, more than just the sex, and you know it.”

Roy sat forward again. “Shh, keep your voice down. I suppose you’re trying to tell me you’re in love with me now.”

Ed was stung by Roy's words, even though they were said in a teasing tone. Anger filled his chest, shutting down his need to talk about what happened. “Of course not, why would I fall for such a bastard as you?”

Roy flinched against his will. Ed's words hurt, though he didn't want to admit it. He figured he had it coming after all. What he said was pretty cruel too, wasn't it? The tension between them grew thick. The impending silence said more than any words could convey.

xxx

The two were still at odds, not speaking to each other unless necessary, when they boarded the train headed for Drachma, a far off and foreign land that still fought control of the military. Their mission was dangerous. They were to gather intelligence to be used at a later date. Roy didn’t usually go out on such missions, but he wanted to see first-hand what the situation was in that part of the country.

The pair sat across from each other in a private compartment as the silent hours raced by.

Ed looked around at his plush surroundings. At least if he had to ride with asshole, he could ride in relative comfort and luxury. Whenever he traveled alone or with Al, he was always relegated to the general passenger seating. Ed glanced at Roy and sighed.

Roy attempted to read the report he held in his lap, but he kept losing track of the information and had to reread it over and over. His concentration was lacking with Ed being so close, he realized.

Ed found himself staring at the Colonel’s stunning features for what must have been the hundredth time and thought again about kissing his full lips. As he sat with his hands in his lap, he started to daydream about sitting next to the Colonel, fondling and kissing him in this private compartment. His pants grew tight and his breath quickened. He squirmed in his seat and pressed down on his burgeoning erection. He quickly glanced at Roy, hoping he didn't notice what he did. Sitting this close to Mustang and being ignored was intolerable.

Roy's skin prickled with Ed's stare. Reluctantly, he looked up from his paperwork. Ed was looking at him again, the same way he did in the restaurant, he thought.

Ed's face flushed and his eyes widened.

Roy noticed Ed’s hands between his crossed legs. He wasn’t touching himself, was he? A look of desire crossed Ed’s face while Roy studied him.

Ed supplied force to his arms, transferring pressure to the hands covering his groin.

Roy saw Ed's eyes glaze for a moment with obvious pleasure. Heat grew in Roy's groin while he watched Ed's inability to control himself. “Ed, stop it, this is not the time or the place for that sort of thing.”

Embarrassed, Ed looked down at the floor. What was he thinking anyway? Was he trying to seduce the Colonel? Great, now he had with an aching groin and no way to take care of it.

Suddenly, Roy stood and left the compartment.

Ed stood up the moment after the Colonel left, pried the door open, and peeked his head around it just in time to see the Colonel head into the restroom. Ed carefully made his way down the thin hallway to the restroom door and waited, making sure no one paid any attention to him.

When the door opened, Edward forced his way in, shoving Roy back inside and slamming the door shut behind him. After locking the door, he looked up at a stunned Roy and lunged forward, crushing their lips together and grabbing hold of him around the waist. He pushed Roy backward with heated kisses, until Roy’s back hit the wall.

Roy grabbed hold of Ed's shoulders and attempted to push him backwards

Slapping his automail arm across Roy's chest, Ed pinned Roy to the wall.

Roy began to panic. What if someone discovered them? “Ed, what are you doing? Control yourself.” Ed’s hand groped between his legs, searching for the hardening flesh underneath his trousers.

“No, I can’t just sit in there with you anymore. I need to do something about how I feel,” Ed said. “Touch me, Mustang, hurry.” After seizing Roy's hand, he directed it over his erection. Something about being in this public place, about knowing they could be discovered intensified his arousal.

“Damn-it, Fullmetal, come here.” Roy grabbed Ed by the waist and placed hungry kisses on his lips. He plunged his hand into the top of Ed's pants and stroked Ed's rock hard erection.

Moaning loudly, Ed melted with the pleasure rushing into his body. He rocked his hips, thrusting his length into the Colonel's palm.

Roy pulled his hand away for a moment to unfasten Ed’s black pants and pull them partially down.

Ed quickly took his cue and did the same to Roy.

Roy spit into his hand, feeling Ed’s eyes watch his every move. When he put his hand back over Ed's erection, he stroked him with quick jerks.

Closing his eyes, the sensation from Roy’s hand consumed Ed. Feeling bare skin on him was so much better than what they did last night. What other things could Mustang show him, he wondered? Ed licked his own hand when he came back around and slid it over Roy’s length. He supplied quick pumps over Roy's erection. His lips met Roy's again, kissing with open-mouthed passion, as he leaned up against him. He struggled to stay standing while his need grew heated.

Suddenly, a clanking noise filled the room.

Ed realized the sound came from the doorknob.

Roy stopped everything and gazed down at Ed, unsure what they should do. Obviously, someone would be standing outside, waiting for them when they finished.

“Roy, don’t stop. I’m so close.” Ed resumed stroking Roy's length and thrust his hips in desperation, attempting get friction out of Roy’s steady hand. “Come on, just a little more.”

Roy shifted his attention to Ed's body.

An urgent knock sounded at the door.

“Damn-it, Edward, I knew this was a bad idea,” he said. “Just a minute,” he called out to the person on the other side.

“Roy, please . . . ” Ed couldn’t get this far to be left unsatisfied. He’d go crazy sitting in that compartment again with nothing to do but imagine him and Roy with their hands and lips all over each other.

Roy pulled away from Ed and started to fasten his pants.

Horrified, Ed glared at Roy. What was he doing? He couldn’t be cut off like this. “Roy, you can’t do that.” His voice was shrill. In frustration, he began to stroke hard and fast on himself.

Roy seized Ed's wrist. “Stop it, Edward. We have to get out of here. Someone obviously needs to use the restroom for real.” He leaned down and claimed Ed's lips while reaching down, tucking Ed's erection into his boxers, and fastening his pants.

After Roy pulled away from the kiss, Ed realized he was fully dressed. But, his body still ached for release. How could Roy just stop like that?

Roy stepped back, snatched Ed's arms, and turned him around. “Pretend you’re sick, all right? Pretend you were throwing up or something and I was in here helping you.” Roy positioned Ed in front of the door and gestured for him to start his routine.

Ed bent over and grabbed his stomach, letting out a loud groan.

Roy slowly opened the door.

A short balding man appeared on the other side. His facial expression was angry until he saw the state Edward appeared to be in.

Roy pushed Ed out of the doorway from behind, nodding at the man as he left the restroom. “Sorry, my nephew here must have eaten something that didn’t agree with him."
Ed groaned all the way back to his compartment with Roy close behind him. Now he really was starting to feel sick, after being taken that far and not allowed to finish.

Once they were both inside their compartment, Edward hastily locked the door behind him and lunged at Roy, pawing at him and placing heated kissed on his lips and neck. He ground his hips into him, attempting to relieve the need in his groin.

Roy knew Ed wouldn't take no for an answer. He surrendered to Ed’s urgent kisses and groping hands. He pushed Ed back up against the door. Ed's blond hair pressed against the frosted glass of the window. They each returned to their previous motions, unfastening pants and stroking each other as if an animalistic instinct kicked in.

While Roy's hand pumped over his erection, Ed’s arousal quickly picked up speed. The tension in his body coiled and readied for release. He grew sensitive and thrust quick and hard into Roy's palm, aching to let go. He devoured Roy with his lips, kissing him hard, probing his mouth with his tongue. His hands roamed soft flesh over taut muscle and continued to stroke Roy, hearing low moans escaping him. Suddenly, his body stiffened and he yielded as his peak hit to delicious spasms. He clamped his eyes shut and clenched his teeth to stifle sharp cries. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through his body as Roy continued to pump on him.

Roy’s breathing grew ragged as he watched Ed's release. It pushed his climax forward. The friction from Ed's hand was exquisite. He let out sharp gasps as he succumbed, letting intense pleasure wash over him. He held Ed tight as his warm seed spilled over Ed's flesh fingers.

When it was over, Ed rested his forehead on Roy’s chest and calmed himself. He’d only assaulted the Colonel out of lust, nothing more, he thought. But then why did he want the Colonel to hold him again like he did last night? He pulled his hand out of Roy’s pants and wrapped his arms around him, keeping his soiled hand facing away from Roy’s jacket. He felt Roy do the same and lost himself in the comforting embrace.

Roy felt fear, plain and simple. This thing between him and Fullmetal seemed to be spiraling out of control and Edward seemed more than willing to push right on through to the next level, oblivious of any ramifications. He had to get a handle on things, try to reign in Ed’s impulses. Although it would be difficult, how would he try to stop a teenage boy, fully loaded with hormones, from sexually attacking him every time he turned around? And what about his attraction to Ed? It’s not like he wanted to stop him. Something had to be done before they got back to Central and judgmental eyes picked up on their new relations.

Roy released Ed and rummaged in his jacket pocket for his hanky. He wiped his hand and cleaned inside his trousers before handing the partially soiled cloth to Edward.

Ed silently took the offered hanky and cleaned himself up.

Roy sat down on his seat as Ed handed the hanky back to him. He folded it carefully and placed it back in his pocket, making a mental note to just throw it away when he got the chance.

Ed sat down next to Roy and leaned against his side, resting his head on Roy's shoulder.

“Ed, we have to be more careful, if anyone finds out what we’re doing, I could get court marshaled and you’d be dishonorably discharged. Where would that put your search for the philosophers stone?”

“So, does that mean you want to keep doing this? I mean, I thought it was supposed to be a one-time thing?” Ed asked.

“Well, obviously it’s not a one-time thing, we’ve just done it twice now and I’m pretty sure you’ll be knocking on my door tonight,” he said, smugly.

Ed lifted his head and glared at Roy. “Maybe you’ll be the one knocking on my door? Don’t try to pretend I’m the only one enjoying this.”

“Calm down, I’m just saying that it’s pretty obvious you have a little crush on me. It’s understandable, I just wish you’d be a little more discreet about it.”

Ed’s face flushed red. Rage swelled in his chest. How could Roy be such a pompous ass? “Just for that remark, I absolutely will NOT be knocking on your door tonight. If you want me, you’ll have to come get me and apologize.”

“Fine then.” Roy picked up his paperwork.

“Fine.” Ed's voice was a growl. He repositioned himself at the end of the seat and crossed his arms over his chest. He was fuming and wounded, but he'd only allow Roy to see his anger. Suddenly, a wicked grin spread on his face as an idea popped into his head. He clapped his hands together, pressed them to Roy’s paperwork stack, turning the papers into a mass of paper origami swans that fell silently to the floor.

Roy looked down at the numerous folded papers. “One word, Ed, juvenile.” Sighing, he reached down and grabbed one of the paper swans. Now he’d have to carefully unfold each one before he could read it.

Ed snickered on his side of the seat. It felt good to give the Colonel additional busy work.