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Chapter 3
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Blind Date
Pairing: RoyxEd and hints of RizaxWinry
Rating: NC17 overall (language and graphic sex... yay!)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: When Roy Mustang, an egotistical man-whore, and Ed Elric, a temperamental teen, are set up on a blind date by well-meaning friends, anything can happen.
AN: Last time- Restaurant angst
Blind Date
Chapter 3
If Ed had been a woman, he would have understood on some level. To anyone who didn’t have even a fragment of gay bone in their bodies, roles always seemed clearer when a man and woman were involved.
But when the server handed Roy the bill, as if it were a foregone conclusion that he was the one paying and, therefore, the more dominant of the two, Ed couldn’t help but become annoyed.
And he was even more annoyed when Roy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
“How much do I owe?” he asked, pulling out his own.
“I’ve got it,” Roy said, plopping a credit card onto the small, black tray and setting it on the edge of the table for the server to retrieve. “Besides-“ he started, before closing his mouth with a snap.
The scowl was back. With a vengeance. “Besides, what?”
“Nothing,” Roy said quickly.
“No. Besides, what?” Ed demanded, a little more loudly than he intended. A couple at the table next to theirs stared curiously at him. Ed turned his head and glared at them; they immediately- and wisely- turned their attention back to their own conversation.
“What?” he continued, lowering his voice. “You think I can’t fucking afford it?”
“That’s not it at all, Ed,” Roy said quietly. Ed could tell by the man’s strained expression that he was trying not to show his embarrassment, but he didn’t care. Others might like the idea of someone paying their way, but Ed didn’t. To say he took it as an insult was a drastic fucking understatement.
“Whatever,” he said, shoving his wallet back into his pocket and looking away. “Just take me the fuck home.”
*****
And everything had been going so well…
Roy kept his eyes on the road, trying to block the waves of anger emanating from the young man in the passenger seat. They hadn’t said a word to each other since leaving the restaurant and Roy was once again more troubled than he cared to be.
What should he have said? Roy really didn’t think it was so out of line to assume that a seventeen year old college student couldn\'t afford to split that kind of bill. And even if he could, Roy had always paid for his dates. Always.
Controlling? Perhaps. But male or female, that was just the way it was.
Roy Mustang never went Dutch. And allowing someone to pay for him? Blasphemy.
Turning into Ed’s apartment complex, he pulled into the parking garage and stopped the car in an empty slot.
“Look, Ed,” Roy said, shutting off the car’s engine. “About what happened-“
“How much do I owe you?” Ed interrupted, reaching into his wallet.
This fucking stubborn kid….
“Nothing, I told you.”
Ed pulled out a wad of cash and presented it to Roy. “And I told you that I’m paying you for my half. If this doesn’t cover it, tell Winry to tell Riza to tell you. That way, you don’t have to speak to me again.”
“I-“
“Take the goddamn money!”
Roy sighed deeply, trying to maintain his composure. He was willing to admit he had a few faults- he was arrogant, conceited, selfish, and just maybe even a bit of a slut. But he still didn’t think he fully deserved being browbeaten by a teenager.
“I’m not taking your goddamn money,” he spat back. “Would you just listen to me for one minute?”
Ed threw the money in Roy’s lap and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Hating himself for doing it, Roy got out of the car and caught up to him-
-I’m chasing him down again, he thought with annoyance-
-pulling on his wrist and turning him around. He found himself caught very much off guard by the fierceness of Ed’s eyes and almost took an involuntary step backwards to distance himself from their wrath.
“Ed,” Roy said softly.
Why do I insist-
“Would you please-“
-on caring so much-
“just talk to me?”
-about what this kid thinks of me?
“Why are you bothering me about it?” Ed asked, echoing Roy’s own thoughts. “Who the fuck cares? We did this so that Winry and Riza would have something to talk about and get off their asses and hook up. And now it’s done, so just leave me the fuck alone.”
“I’m just trying to talk to you,” Roy said, feeling his own anger threatening to erupt. “If you would just stop being a jerk for two fucking seconds.”
“I’m a jerk?” Ed snatched his wrist away and curled his gloved automail hand into a fist. Roy didn’t know much about automail, but he couldn’t imagine any scenario in which being hit with it would only hurt a little bit.
“Right about now, Ed, I’d say you’re the biggest little jerk on the fucking planet,” Roy said calmly, tasting each word.
He regretted it, of course. But perhaps not as much as he should…. Not until he saw the hurt that flashed through Ed’s eyes, immediately followed by what he could only describe as sheer, seething rage.
“Fuck YOU!” Ed hollered. “You insensitive fucking prick! Why don’t you just go find some fucking skank that will let you buy your way into her fucking panties with your fancy restaurants and your pretentious cockmobile, you… you… short-dicked asshole!”
Short-dicked?
Roy Mustang was a lot of things. Short-dicked was definitely not one of them.
Fuck this shit, he thought. He wanted to do something, something that would shock the little fucker into silence so he could get in a word. Maybe even two.
Grabbing Ed’s real left hand, Roy yanked the boy closer and forced it, open palmed, against his crotch.
“Does that feel short to you?” he demanded.
He achieved his desired effect. Ed immediately became quiet; his eyes, large and shocked.
Roy gloated to himself, praising his ingenuity. Now maybe he could…
….
Maybe he could….
… oh.
… shit.
Oh, fuck, I’m getting-
*****
Hard.
Ed could feel Roy getting hard under his hand.
He knew he should move it. His hand, that was. Or something. But the man’s groin was like a fucking magnet.
He looked up at Roy. The man’s face was calm and expressionless, but the hard cock beneath the palm of his hand belied his cool visage.
So… what to do? He was still irritated as hell with him, but at the moment, that was neither here nor there.
Especially since he was becoming pretty fucking turned on himself.
He could hate him later. For now, he might as well start-
*****
Stroking him.
Holy.fucking.shit. Ed was stroking him through his pants.
He swallowed hard, trying to resist the urge to thrust his hips. It was almost funny: even now, when Roy thought he would like nothing more than to bend Ed over the hood of his car and fuck the living shit out of him, they were at a stalemate of sorts.
He stood his ground, resisting the urge to moan while Ed palmfucked him and trying to decide what his next move should be. He was still pissed off at the little shit, but for now…
For now…
Before he could register what was happening, he felt himself being pushed backwards until his back hit the closed door of his car.
Those fire-colored eyes, which had been so filled with intense anger before, were now equally full of intense want. Roy wanted to feel what that want felt like and reached down for Ed’s groin-
-but found his hand being slapped away.
He looked down at him in confusion. “Why’d you do th-?”
“Shut up.”
He felt his pants being unzipped and his cock being freed from the trap of his boxers. Before he could open his mouth to speak again, Ed dropped to his knees and damn near swallowed him whole.
Fuuuuck.
Roy reached out with his hands, meaning to place them on Ed’s head, but instead found his wrists being held down by his sides. He breathed harshly through his nose and stared down at the top of Ed’s blond, bobbing head, sucking him off with that pouty mouth in a way that was making very short work of his legendary stamina.
Roy closed his eyes and tilted his head back, opening his mouth and letting out his breath in large, silent gasps. Far past the point of caring, he tried thrusting into Ed’s mouth as much as he could, but was effectively pinned against his car by the teenager.
Fuck… oh fuck… I’m gonna-
Suddenly, everything stopped. Roy opened his eyes, a somewhat painful ache already settling into his cock from neglect.
He looked down at Ed, who was staring up at him. His mouth was glistening wet; Roy believed it was quite possibly one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen in his life….
Ed smiled slyly and licked his lips; Roy’s cock, which was right there in his face, throbbed and twitched at the sight of his tongue running over his top and bottom lip, wanting more for itself. He continued staring at up at him, watching him, waiting for him….
Roy immediately understood exactly what Ed was waiting for. And he hated him for it.
Roy Mustang did not beg for it. No matter how much he wanted it.
But when Ed stuck out his tongue and ran it up the length of him, slowly dragging it across the tip and licking up the moisture that had pooled there, Roy was done. Unable to help himself, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a tortured moan that begged for release.
Considering that a resounding affirmative, Ed devoured him again. It wasn’t long before Roy came hard inside of his mouth, so hard that he thought it was quite possible he’d hurt himself as every single muscle in his body contracted almost violently. His knees buckled; it was a wonder he was still able to stand at all. He clenched his teeth, breathing through his nose, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of crying out, even while his body’s shuddering reaction betrayed him. He felt Ed’s tongue massaging him while he came, urging out every last drop; he felt the back of the young man’s throat convulse repeatedly as he swallowed everything Roy had to give him, and still sucked on him for more.
When he was finally drained, Roy closed his eyes and collapsed against the car, feeling himself slide out of Ed’s mouth. He heard him stand up and grin.
“You better zip up before someone comes along,” he said with humor in his voice.
Roy lifted his now heavy head and zipped himself up. Trying not to pant, but seemingly unable to stop, he stared down at Ed, who wore the smug grin of a victor.
The little shit.
“So what now?” Roy breathed.
Without saying a word, Ed walked back to the passenger side of Roy’s car and let himself in.
It was all the answer Roy needed.
Title: Blind Date
Pairing: RoyxEd and hints of RizaxWinry
Rating: NC17 overall (language and graphic sex... yay!)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: When Roy Mustang, an egotistical man-whore, and Ed Elric, a temperamental teen, are set up on a blind date by well-meaning friends, anything can happen.
AN: Last time- Restaurant angst
Blind Date
Chapter 3
If Ed had been a woman, he would have understood on some level. To anyone who didn’t have even a fragment of gay bone in their bodies, roles always seemed clearer when a man and woman were involved.
But when the server handed Roy the bill, as if it were a foregone conclusion that he was the one paying and, therefore, the more dominant of the two, Ed couldn’t help but become annoyed.
And he was even more annoyed when Roy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
“How much do I owe?” he asked, pulling out his own.
“I’ve got it,” Roy said, plopping a credit card onto the small, black tray and setting it on the edge of the table for the server to retrieve. “Besides-“ he started, before closing his mouth with a snap.
The scowl was back. With a vengeance. “Besides, what?”
“Nothing,” Roy said quickly.
“No. Besides, what?” Ed demanded, a little more loudly than he intended. A couple at the table next to theirs stared curiously at him. Ed turned his head and glared at them; they immediately- and wisely- turned their attention back to their own conversation.
“What?” he continued, lowering his voice. “You think I can’t fucking afford it?”
“That’s not it at all, Ed,” Roy said quietly. Ed could tell by the man’s strained expression that he was trying not to show his embarrassment, but he didn’t care. Others might like the idea of someone paying their way, but Ed didn’t. To say he took it as an insult was a drastic fucking understatement.
“Whatever,” he said, shoving his wallet back into his pocket and looking away. “Just take me the fuck home.”
*****
And everything had been going so well…
Roy kept his eyes on the road, trying to block the waves of anger emanating from the young man in the passenger seat. They hadn’t said a word to each other since leaving the restaurant and Roy was once again more troubled than he cared to be.
What should he have said? Roy really didn’t think it was so out of line to assume that a seventeen year old college student couldn\'t afford to split that kind of bill. And even if he could, Roy had always paid for his dates. Always.
Controlling? Perhaps. But male or female, that was just the way it was.
Roy Mustang never went Dutch. And allowing someone to pay for him? Blasphemy.
Turning into Ed’s apartment complex, he pulled into the parking garage and stopped the car in an empty slot.
“Look, Ed,” Roy said, shutting off the car’s engine. “About what happened-“
“How much do I owe you?” Ed interrupted, reaching into his wallet.
This fucking stubborn kid….
“Nothing, I told you.”
Ed pulled out a wad of cash and presented it to Roy. “And I told you that I’m paying you for my half. If this doesn’t cover it, tell Winry to tell Riza to tell you. That way, you don’t have to speak to me again.”
“I-“
“Take the goddamn money!”
Roy sighed deeply, trying to maintain his composure. He was willing to admit he had a few faults- he was arrogant, conceited, selfish, and just maybe even a bit of a slut. But he still didn’t think he fully deserved being browbeaten by a teenager.
“I’m not taking your goddamn money,” he spat back. “Would you just listen to me for one minute?”
Ed threw the money in Roy’s lap and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
Hating himself for doing it, Roy got out of the car and caught up to him-
-I’m chasing him down again, he thought with annoyance-
-pulling on his wrist and turning him around. He found himself caught very much off guard by the fierceness of Ed’s eyes and almost took an involuntary step backwards to distance himself from their wrath.
“Ed,” Roy said softly.
Why do I insist-
“Would you please-“
-on caring so much-
“just talk to me?”
-about what this kid thinks of me?
“Why are you bothering me about it?” Ed asked, echoing Roy’s own thoughts. “Who the fuck cares? We did this so that Winry and Riza would have something to talk about and get off their asses and hook up. And now it’s done, so just leave me the fuck alone.”
“I’m just trying to talk to you,” Roy said, feeling his own anger threatening to erupt. “If you would just stop being a jerk for two fucking seconds.”
“I’m a jerk?” Ed snatched his wrist away and curled his gloved automail hand into a fist. Roy didn’t know much about automail, but he couldn’t imagine any scenario in which being hit with it would only hurt a little bit.
“Right about now, Ed, I’d say you’re the biggest little jerk on the fucking planet,” Roy said calmly, tasting each word.
He regretted it, of course. But perhaps not as much as he should…. Not until he saw the hurt that flashed through Ed’s eyes, immediately followed by what he could only describe as sheer, seething rage.
“Fuck YOU!” Ed hollered. “You insensitive fucking prick! Why don’t you just go find some fucking skank that will let you buy your way into her fucking panties with your fancy restaurants and your pretentious cockmobile, you… you… short-dicked asshole!”
Short-dicked?
Roy Mustang was a lot of things. Short-dicked was definitely not one of them.
Fuck this shit, he thought. He wanted to do something, something that would shock the little fucker into silence so he could get in a word. Maybe even two.
Grabbing Ed’s real left hand, Roy yanked the boy closer and forced it, open palmed, against his crotch.
“Does that feel short to you?” he demanded.
He achieved his desired effect. Ed immediately became quiet; his eyes, large and shocked.
Roy gloated to himself, praising his ingenuity. Now maybe he could…
….
Maybe he could….
… oh.
… shit.
Oh, fuck, I’m getting-
*****
Hard.
Ed could feel Roy getting hard under his hand.
He knew he should move it. His hand, that was. Or something. But the man’s groin was like a fucking magnet.
He looked up at Roy. The man’s face was calm and expressionless, but the hard cock beneath the palm of his hand belied his cool visage.
So… what to do? He was still irritated as hell with him, but at the moment, that was neither here nor there.
Especially since he was becoming pretty fucking turned on himself.
He could hate him later. For now, he might as well start-
*****
Stroking him.
Holy.fucking.shit. Ed was stroking him through his pants.
He swallowed hard, trying to resist the urge to thrust his hips. It was almost funny: even now, when Roy thought he would like nothing more than to bend Ed over the hood of his car and fuck the living shit out of him, they were at a stalemate of sorts.
He stood his ground, resisting the urge to moan while Ed palmfucked him and trying to decide what his next move should be. He was still pissed off at the little shit, but for now…
For now…
Before he could register what was happening, he felt himself being pushed backwards until his back hit the closed door of his car.
Those fire-colored eyes, which had been so filled with intense anger before, were now equally full of intense want. Roy wanted to feel what that want felt like and reached down for Ed’s groin-
-but found his hand being slapped away.
He looked down at him in confusion. “Why’d you do th-?”
“Shut up.”
He felt his pants being unzipped and his cock being freed from the trap of his boxers. Before he could open his mouth to speak again, Ed dropped to his knees and damn near swallowed him whole.
Fuuuuck.
Roy reached out with his hands, meaning to place them on Ed’s head, but instead found his wrists being held down by his sides. He breathed harshly through his nose and stared down at the top of Ed’s blond, bobbing head, sucking him off with that pouty mouth in a way that was making very short work of his legendary stamina.
Roy closed his eyes and tilted his head back, opening his mouth and letting out his breath in large, silent gasps. Far past the point of caring, he tried thrusting into Ed’s mouth as much as he could, but was effectively pinned against his car by the teenager.
Fuck… oh fuck… I’m gonna-
Suddenly, everything stopped. Roy opened his eyes, a somewhat painful ache already settling into his cock from neglect.
He looked down at Ed, who was staring up at him. His mouth was glistening wet; Roy believed it was quite possibly one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen in his life….
Ed smiled slyly and licked his lips; Roy’s cock, which was right there in his face, throbbed and twitched at the sight of his tongue running over his top and bottom lip, wanting more for itself. He continued staring at up at him, watching him, waiting for him….
Roy immediately understood exactly what Ed was waiting for. And he hated him for it.
Roy Mustang did not beg for it. No matter how much he wanted it.
But when Ed stuck out his tongue and ran it up the length of him, slowly dragging it across the tip and licking up the moisture that had pooled there, Roy was done. Unable to help himself, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a tortured moan that begged for release.
Considering that a resounding affirmative, Ed devoured him again. It wasn’t long before Roy came hard inside of his mouth, so hard that he thought it was quite possible he’d hurt himself as every single muscle in his body contracted almost violently. His knees buckled; it was a wonder he was still able to stand at all. He clenched his teeth, breathing through his nose, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of crying out, even while his body’s shuddering reaction betrayed him. He felt Ed’s tongue massaging him while he came, urging out every last drop; he felt the back of the young man’s throat convulse repeatedly as he swallowed everything Roy had to give him, and still sucked on him for more.
When he was finally drained, Roy closed his eyes and collapsed against the car, feeling himself slide out of Ed’s mouth. He heard him stand up and grin.
“You better zip up before someone comes along,” he said with humor in his voice.
Roy lifted his now heavy head and zipped himself up. Trying not to pant, but seemingly unable to stop, he stared down at Ed, who wore the smug grin of a victor.
The little shit.
“So what now?” Roy breathed.
Without saying a word, Ed walked back to the passenger side of Roy’s car and let himself in.
It was all the answer Roy needed.