Caught

Unfortunately, and opposite of my usual problem, I have too many ideas to write anything clearly. Everything is mixed up, but this one was screaming at me the loudest, so it wins. I will get caught up, I swear. Reviews are always welcome and suggestions too.


Chapter 3

“Where have you been?” Ed and Roy looked up from hanging their coats to see Jean leaning in the door of the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?” Ed kicked his boots off and ignored the brunette’s muttering about untidiness.

The taller blond pushed off the wall and turned back to the kitchen. “I came over, like I said I would, to visit and make you a snack to relax after sitting through those boring meetings, but you never showed.”

“They went later than we thought so we stayed the night. What’s the problem?” The younger pair followed their lover into the kitchen and sat at the table to eat breakfast.

“The problem is that you didn’t even call, after you said you were coming home last night. I’ve been waiting and monitoring channels all night.” Ed set his fork on the table and stared at him.

He frowned slightly. “Are you mad? I forgot, ok? Sorry.” Roy just stayed silent; he hadn’t known Jean was coming over and figured he hadn’t done anything wrong.

The younger blond was grunted at. “Yeah? Well, you wouldn’t have forgotten about him, now would you?” A long finger pointed at the brunette, who looked up from his meal.

“What? I didn’t do anything!”

“That’s the problem! You don’t have to do anything but I get forgotten all the damn time.” The older blond glared at his partners.

“Oh for… Is that what this is about? This is ridiculous, I’m going to work. Don’t bother coming in until you grow up a bit.” The older alchemist stood and stalked to the door to grab his coat.

Jean yelled after him. “Fuck you, Roy! Don’t try and pull rank on me!” A firm hand on his wrist kept him from going after his superior officer.

“Jean, sit.” The older blond was shoved into a chair and sat on. “Why didn’t you say something before?” Heavy arms rested on broad shoulders and gold stared seriously into blue. “For this to work, you can’t be jealous, just like I can’t and Roy can’t. Are you mad I spent the night away with him?”

Jean looked at the floor and shrugged. “Not really, you just didn’t call, and forgot all about me. Just like everyone else.”

“I’m not a girl, Jean.” The paler blond head snapped up and thin lips opened. “And I know you know that. I’m not like those airheads, thank you very much.” He grinned teasingly. “Here, maybe this will help.” He stood and walked over to his bag, digging through the pockets. “I’m not doing anything to them; this is exactly as I got them.” A pair of forms was presented and he crawled back into the warm lap.

“Leave forms? What for?” Jean riffled the papers, noting his and Edward’s names requesting leave for a week.

“Well, I wanted to surprise you, but you can have them now. You and I are going for a trip, not sure where yet, but somewhere quiet I think, because I do go on a lot of overnights with the bastard.” Soft kisses pressed to the stunned blond’s nose. “You know, I cheated on the great Flame Alchemist, just to be with you. So don’t feel like I don’t want you as much, ok? I know I’m inconsiderate, but you love me anyways, right?”

An easy smile and the older blond kissed him back. “Yeah, yeah, rub my face in it why don’t you?” Gentle kisses moved into more in-depth explorations, tongues meeting and teasing while hands wandered. Black cloth lifted quickly to expose dark skin and pert nipples were sucked and tongued lightly.

The alchemist squirmed and wriggled, seeking more pressure and was rewarded with the edge of teeth. A large hand ran over his stomach and down to open his belt and unzip his pants. The angle was awkward but three fingers slipped past the waist band and curled around the stiff cock, brushing tight balls. Soft grunts and the blond clapped, slapping his hands against their clothes to send them to the floor in pieces. “Now Jean. Do it now.”

The older blond looked around quickly and decided the cooking oil would be closest. He tried to stand but the weight in his lap was too heavy. “Boss, move, I” An impatient tongue slid into his mouth, cutting him off.

“Leave it, now.” Pale blond shook and he forced the smaller body to the side.

He rummaged quickly and returned with the bottle. “I’m not taking you dry, Ed.” Oil slicked over his hands and one slid to his cock and the other to stroke the smaller man’s erection.

Tongues touched and they kissed wetly while Jean sat again and let Ed crawl into his lap. He straddled the older man and lowered himself, panting as the head slipped past the first ring of muscle. “Let me stretch you a bit so it won’t hurt.”

“Doesn’t hurt.” Heavy panting and he pushed down further, until the officer was fully seated, the younger man’s ass brushing his thighs. Heavy hands rested on wide shoulders and Ed shifted, spreading his lover’s legs and drawing his feet up to rest on Jean’s knees.

Havoc settled his hands on trim hips; this was a bit different. “What are yo… Ah!” Muscle flexed as the smaller body moved up and down, tightening around him and he trembled. Sexy little noises, whimpers and small cries, egged him on and he thrust, forcing his way past tight muscle.

Long hair brushed his hands and the smooth neck called him to give it attention. Nips and licks were lavished on dark skin, earning low screams and faster movements. So tight, he could swear he felt Ed’s heart beating through the pulsing. His teeth nipped the auto-mail joining and the smaller body jolted against him, arching to touch their chests together.

Full, full, there was nothing better than Jean’s cock filling him. Ed’s head tipped back, brushing the older blond’s hands with his hair. A large hand slid to the base of his skull and held him, arching his back further, forcing him to rub his prostate directly against the full tip.

Long fingers trailed through soft curls and wrapped around the hard length, stroking firmly. Ragged gasps and quiet whimpers accompanied fast moving hips; the shorter legs were shifted to dangle around slim hips, toes just touching the floor. The back of pale fingers brushed Jean’s stomach as he stroked steadily, leaning forward to lick a small ear.

“Hurry, Ed, come for me.” Heat flooded his hand and stomach, spreading over his chest. The heat around him squeezed tightly and he followed, hips slamming upwards eagerly. His head rested on the heaving chest while he recovered, the odd lick teasing little moans out of the blond in his lap.

“Jean, take me upstairs.” Blond brows rose against dark skin. “I want a bath. Please?”

A deep sigh blew air over the quickly cooling chest. “Alright. When did you get so lazy, anyways?” Little contented mews and happy snuggling was his only answer.

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Another day of that crappy paperwork. And, Hawkeye was on him to finish the stuff from yesterday too, so now he was late. Add arguing with Havoc this morning, and really, this day was just running in the opposite direction of good. “I’m back!” A faint call from upstairs answered him and he sighed; those two probably spent the entire day in bed like a pair of rabbits.

“Did you two at least get out of bed long enough to make supper?” A muffled noise drew him to the bedroom and he opened the door and walked in, taking off his uniform top and throwing it on the bed. More muffled noises came from under it and he started over to see what was there; he’d thought they were fooling around but there wasn’t a big enough bump there for two.

He only made it one step closer before blue light flared and his hands were captured by wood. The arms of a chair set near the bed had reached out and wrapped around his hands and were pulling him over. The chair was hard when he fell into it, knowing better then to struggle. Low pitched laughter had him looking over his shoulder, searching for the gloating blond.

“Why no, Roy, we didn't make supper. I hope this will make up for it.” Cool metal slid over the skin exposed at the neck of his shirt and flicked open the buttons down the front. When the shirt was open and tugged down to expose his shoulders, Ed left him to move the blue coat and toss it on the floor. “What do you think, Jean, should we leave him like that? Might not be terribly comfortable.”

Pale blond shook and he tried to speak around the bright yellow gag. His hands were fixed behind him and sweat glistened across his stomach and chest. The broad chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought, wriggling and trying to kick at the youngest man.

The motion made his cock bob and Roy’s eyes almost crossed; it was hard and liquid beaded and slipped from the end as he watched. Blue pants were suddenly very tight and the brunette squirmed. “Edward.”

Laughing eyes looked over a metal shoulder. “Now, who said you can talk?” His thumbs traced the gag edges, tugging it tighter and making the older blond moan. The dark haired man’s breathing sped up and he couldn’t help the tiny sound that escaped. “That’s more like it.”

The gag was removed and a light kiss pressed to the abused mouth before the long-haired alchemist walked over to sit in the other’s lap. Dark eyes widened and their owner turned his head, trying to avoid the cloth. A disappointed click of the tongue and his hair was gripped firmly, holding him still. Wet cloth slid between his lips and he tasted traces of tobacco, like Ed’s mouth after he’d been kissing Havoc. Dark hair shook furiously, trying to dislodge it before it could be tied off. “Alright, if you want to be like that.” It was pulled back and he breathed deeply.

A loud clap and yellow flowed around his neck and wound up to his mouth, forcing its way in easily and fastening itself behind his head. “See, I was going to just tie it off, so anyone could take it off, but now only I can.” A cocky grin and a quick kiss dropped on his nose. “So, better be nice to me.”

Slim hips swung a bit as he wandered back to the bed, stripping his shirt and pants off. Jean panted up at him, eyes dazed. A cool finger trailed over flushed skin, tracing the collar bone and weaving little patterns around straining muscle. He leaned over, offering a perfect view of his ass, careful to position himself so the older man could see him touching their lover. “Want to know a secret, Jean?” Heavy panting was replaced by soft moans when a pert nipple was flicked. “Roy, has this, thing.” The man in question fought his bonds and muffled words made the small blond laugh. “Yep, he,” Gold peered around to stare at the brunette. “Likes to watch.” A pink tongue glided over sensitized skin, gold still locked on black, and his victim arched, crying loudly.

The bed dipped as an auto-mail knee settled beside hot skin and Ed pushed himself up to kneel on the opposite side on the restrained man. Gentle hands pulled him up to his knees and Jean settled back against the solid body. Warm air blew in his ear and over his cheek, making his eyes flutter closed. “Look. Look at him; he’d do anything right now, and we haven’t done anything.”

Blue slitted open and looked at the alchemist. Pale cheeks were flushed, pink had traveled down his neck to run over his chest, nipples darkening to almost brown. The outline of his cock was clear, even through the layers of cloth and stiff uniform, and his eyes, oh fuck his eyes. Jean had never had that kind of want directed at him before, sheer, naked, desire. He swayed under the intense gaze, letting the smaller body behind him hold him up.

“Should we make a deal?” Ed shifted, pressing his length into the taller man’s hands. They stroked and short nails tested his fullness. “What do you say? If he doesn’t come before I’m done, he can fuck you.” Both older men moaned, the blond pressing back and Roy squirming desperately in his chair. “Yes, I think that’s a great deal. Do you agree, Roy?” Half closed eyes stared back, darker than ever with lust.

Slim hips moved slowly, letting large hands run over him while he teased the quivering stomach and tapped gently at the wet tip. Jean’s hips jerked forward, begging for a touch, a stroke, anything. His tormentor just laughed into his neck and licked the shell of his ear.

Small hands pulled away and the older blond whimpered pathetically, unable to even form words to beg with. Warm breath touched the edge of his ear, cooling the spot where he’d been licked, and even teeth nibbled his lobe, sending him into small convulsions and desperate whines.

Roy’s eyes crossed and he moaned around his gag, struggling faintly, knowing he would never get free. His hips moved, wriggling, fighting to be freed of the tight cloth, begging for it to be tighter. He couldn’t even tell what he wanted anymore, whatever it took for this torture to end.

Ed had no intention of ending it soon, no matter how prettily they begged. His feet tucked under him and he pushed himself up to stand. A firm hand turned the short haired man towards him, eye level with his straining erection. An eager mouth took it in, swallowing half in one shot, tongue slipping into the damp slit and around the ridges while he sucked.

“Very good, Jean.” Metal pressed the short hair back a little, adjusting the angle so Roy could see clearly. “Lick and make lots of noise for me.” Loud sucks and licks had the long hair tilting backwards, brushing over the crest of his ass. Soft moans vibrated up and down his shaft, following the thick saliva sliding over him. The scuff of wood against the floor opened darkened gold eyes and it took a second to focus on the sound.

“Roy.” The single word drew dark eyes up to stare into his. “Be a nice boy and stay still.” Metal fingers threaded through spiky blond bangs and pushed him back. Jean stared up, dazed, mouth still open and bright red, cheeks flushed, panting heavily. “I know he’s gorgeous, but you can see fine from there.” A finger traced over the slightly sharp nose and let itself be sucked in to lick and nibble.

“Do you want to see more?” He grinned over the blond’s head. “Or do you want me to just hurry up so you can have a turn?” A soft whimper moved up his arm and dark eyes rolled at the sound. The chair moved again with the bucking of trim, blue covered hips. “Your wish is my command.” A cocky grin as he turned the phrase so often used to mock him back at its originator.

His knees hit the mattress with a soft thump and he reached over to find the oil, resting the glass bottle against his captive’s calf. Havoc jerked at the cold touch and tried to turn to lick more. “Hold still.” Light flared and the tied hands had more range, falling to rest against the front of his thighs, just about close enough to touch himself. He was so eager, he yanked his arms forward, not yet aware of the limited reach and the strap snapped against his ass with a loud crack.

A faint scream of surprise and Roy cried with him, fingers reaching desperately. A muffled chuckle was the blond officer’s only warning before he found himself face down across Ed’s lap. Taunting fingers trailed over the tense back and teased the slight red mark. A metal thumb hooked on his restraint and tugged, moving it up and taking his hands with it. “Edwa”

A sharp crack cut him off and his back arched; gentle petting calmed the harsh sting. When his hips jolted forward, he discovered he could rub against the bed and wriggled furiously to move forward again. Sturdy thighs spread to keep him up and another spank gave him just enough of a push to brush the tip against the cover. Quick spanks interspersed with soft pets and kisses had him screaming into tanned skin.

Roy was practically in tears, reaching as far as he could, his hips moving at their own volition now, helpless with lust. Gold smirked at him and he tore himself away to stare at flushed skin and the pulsing erection just begging for him to take it in his mouth. His chest actually hurt with the need to be touched and he clenched his jaw against the need to just come.

Gasps were coming so fast, he was afraid he might choke; screamed pleading had no effect on the younger blond. Finally, finally, the oil was retrieved and spilled along the line of his back. Relief was sobbed against the alchemist’s leg as a gentle finger circled and pressed lightly, relaxing him into accepting it.

The tip slipped past the first ring of muscle and wiggled delicately until the second let it in. Murmured assurances helped Havoc relax more; it felt strange but not bad. He didn't think anything could feel bad by now. Another finger snuck in, turning carefully, seeking the bundle of nerves and the lanky body tensed and arched, lifting almost completely off the bed when it was discovered.

Ed laughed down at him. “Feels good, huh? Ready?” A third finger slid in and his older lover flinched a bit but wiggled back, wanting more. A few thrusts and the younger blond pulled back, ignoring pitiful begging to position the taller body on its knees, facing their tied partner. Oil slicked over them both, mismatched hands spreading it over Jean’s front and down between his legs.

The ready cock was tunneled lightly and stroked before the tanned hand moved down to lift tight balls up further. Stretched pink nestled against the red head and Ed nudged forward a bit, forcing his way in with care. Roy stopped breathing, watching the thick erection slid out of sight, surrounded by pink skin. A slight wince from the blond officer but the light burn wasn’t enough to stop, nothing could have made the man say stop now.

Once they were fully joined, all three panted heavily, waiting to adjust. “Look at him, Jean. He’s crying, he wants you so bad.” Blue slitted open to see that tears were sliding down the brunette’s face and dark eyes were fastened on him, not Ed, only him. The low voice in his ear dropped until only he could hear it. “Don’t ever think we don’t want you.” Solid hips thrust against him and his head snapped back.

He’d never felt anything like it, full, stretched to the limit, pressure seemingly from his core outwards. He could feel every pulse echoing inside him, rubbing his prostate in a pleasure he hadn’t even known existed. Even his outer skin was sensitized; it felt like he could feel every blond curl pressed against his ass and every crease of the hand massaging his balls. Harsh pants and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer; he was surprised he’d lasted this long.

Ed leaned his head on Jean’s back and tried to breath. It was amazing, so tight around him, he could feel every breath, every pulse running up his body from his cock. His hand was soaked from the steady leak running down his lover’s erection and metal fingers flicked lightly at a red nipple, making the body in front of him cry. He tried to get some control back and made the mistake of looking at Roy.

The brunette was crying, tears running steadily down his face as he fought not to come, to wait. His pants had a damp spot, through his underwear, through his uniform, it was all wet and still his hips moved, seeking pressure, relief. Jean was staring at him, eyes so clouded he probably couldn’t see the dark haired officer, but it didn’t matter, it was so hot Roy couldn’t stop looking. He suddenly realized Ed was staring at him, eyes glowing, and he watched the perfect mouth open in shock and long hair fly as the small alchemist's head tipped back in ecstasy.

Hot, wet pulsing burst inside and Jean screamed, his length jerking helplessly as he came, spraying white onto his chest, stomach, the bed. Liquid filled him even more and he couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down, breath, his body was beyond his control and he stopped fighting.

Dark eyes crossed watching that long, pale body be splashed with semen, white trails sliding over the broad chest to leave wet marks that begged to be licked away. Roy’s entire body shuddered and he bit down hard, fighting the gag and still lost, hips slamming forward and releasing, soaking his clothes. White spots floated in front of his eyes and he tipped his head back, relaxing completely. Thick cream slid over his thighs and down between his legs, running over sensitized skin and prolonging the orgasm.

The pair on the bed leaned against each other, each holding the other up until Ed slipped free. He pulled back and laid his lover down, undoing his arms with a soft clap. The edge of the bed looked so far away but Roy was shifting around a bit uncomfortably and he crawled over to release him, his legs refusing to hold him. A slim hand ruffled long hair and helped him stand. They made their way back to the bed and the small blond collapsed, snuggling into the warm body and leaving a spot for the brunette.

Jean was curled in a small ball, back pressed to Ed’s chest, shivering slightly. Roy shook his head and finished undressing before wiping them off with his shirt. A blanket was spread out and he settled beside the older blond, letting him curl into his stomach. He hesitated to press a kiss to the sweaty forehead; they had little actual contact, usually sharing Ed. Darker blond tipped at him, urging him on, so he touched damp bangs lightly with his lips.

A muffled sigh and both bodies pressed towards him, cuddling in. A few minutes of silence before soft snores started. Ed peered over the wide shoulder to see Jean fast asleep, his bangs tangled with Roy’s. “Hey, aren’t you going to make supper?” The brunette just smiled back and at him and closed his eyes.




Hopefully I did a pasable job of editing. Thank you for finishing and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.