Hypochondriac

Roy stared around at the disheveled mess of Jean's small apartment, eyes wide. "Why am I not surprised?" he asked, laughing and peering at the piles of clothing and empty pizza boxes littering the floor. Jean blushed furiously and snatched his hand, dragging him into the much neater kitchen. He stared at their hands for a moment and lamented when Jean let it go, grabbing two beers from the fridge and handing one to Roy, popping off the top for him.

He smiled and raised it slightly. "To your health. God knows you could use all the help you can get." he teased, tipping back the drink before pausing. Jean hadn't shown a single sign of clumsiness the whole night. In fact, he moved with a fluid grace one didn't usually see in a man of Jean's size, especially not in a man who was in and out of his office with various injuries from klutziness. He brushed it off and took a sip, setting it down with a sigh.

He blinked at the sight of the blond, who seemed like he was teetering on the edge of a verbal cliff, wanting to say something but unsure of how to say it. He took deep swig of beer, as if to steady himself, and then grit his teeth.

"I love you."

He blurted the words out and then pressed his lips together, blue eyes wide with shock and pale as if he instantly regretted it the moment he said it.

Roy stared back, mouth slightly ajar, blinking at the blond man. "No you don't." he replied stupidly. It just couldn't be possible.

"N-No, I do!" the younger protested, his cheeks turning pink before his very eyes. "I.. Well, I.. Ever since that first time, in your office.. i've been in love with you." he confessed, looking anywhere but at Roy's flummoxed face. "I kept making up excuses to come see you, even going so far as to, um.. hurt myself."

It was Roy's turn to blush, now. Jean went so far as to hurt himself? Just to see [i]him?[/i] His heart was pounding in his chest and he stared up at him, mouth dry. "You're.. Then the flowers.. they were from you!" he said a bit more forcefully than intended. That's where he recognized the messy scrawl! From the paperwork on his desk that Jean had filled out at each visit. The man nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "And dinner tonight.. you planned this.. a whole month out?"

Another nod.

"I.. I don't.." he stammered, reaching for his wallet and pulling out the card with 'To the One I Love' still scrawled across it, a little worn from a month's existence in his wallet. Jean blushed furiously when he saw it, mouth falling open. "Y-You kept it?"

Roy's turn to nod this time, cheeks bright pink. "Yeah.. I.. I really loved the flowers.." he said softly, fiddling with the card in his hands. They stood there like that for the longest time, Roy staring at his feet, Jean looking up before strong arms suddenly circled around him, tugging him hard against a broad, muscled chest.

"Jea-" he was silenced by lips over his and struggled for only the briefest moment, the card fluttering to the ground, before he relaxed in the man's grip, his hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt, eyes closed and pressing back into the kiss. It tasted of tobacco and strawberries, the lingering taste of beer and spaghetti from dinner present as their tongues danced and tangled. They broke apart, each panting softly, eyes respectively burning with need. Roy felt broad hands at the back of his thighs and took the hint, easily hopping up to wrap arms and legs around the soldier's neck and waist.

He closed his eyes and kissed the man again, feeling himself moving backwards before tumbling on a soft bed, sprawled on his back with Jean looking down at him. They stared at each other for a long moment before he was on him, hands and mouth seemingly touching every inch of him all at once. Gentle fingers untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it, parting it for pink lips to attack a nipple, the rough, callused hands of a construction worker exploring the smooth, muscled planes of his chest and stomach.

He moaned softly, tangling his fingers in honey blonde hair, letting himself be lifted and the feeling the shirt tugged off and thrown away before mouth and hands resumed their escapades once more. It wasn't long before those surprisingly nimble fingers made quick work of the rest of his clothing, leaving him bare and at the mercy of the stronger, larger man. Deciding that was unfair, despite the fact he was thoroughly enjoying the attention to his nipples, he tugged at the shirt on Jean, yanking it over his head and throwing it away. [i]Finally.[/i]

Trembling hands explored the broad muscles of the man on top of him, moving up to kiss and taste as he'd dreamed about over a month ago. "Oh, [i]God..[/i] Jean..." he groaned suddenly, feeling a rough hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it into full hardness in a matter of seconds with expert ease, making him buck and writhe. The blond paused, seemingly proud to have made him react so quickly, and Roy used the opportunity to attack his belt, yanking it open and pushing pointedly at it. Jean took the hint and kicked them off with his boxers, pressing the length of his body against the elder's.

He thought his mind had shut down for a moment, feeling something hard and large grinding against his own arousal, delirious with the wave of pleasure that washed over him. He was so impossibly huge, how that Roy was surprised, given the overall largeness that seemed to accompany every aspect of the blond's being, but [i]still.[/i]

Roy groped behind him for the lotion, sensing Jean's hesitance and guessing this would be his first time with a man. When he presented it and saw the flash of uncertainty, he was sure of it, pressing the bottle into his grip. "Make your fingers nice and slick." he directed gently, busying himself with biting and licking at the man's neck, enjoying the dark lovemarks he left in his wake. He heard the squish of lube over skin and shivered with anticipation, spreading his legs automatically and bucking his need against the man's muscled stomach, moaning with pleasure. By this point they were both flushed and sweating, hair plastered to their foreheads. He knew his must be a mess by now, but he found himself hardly caring for once, entirely focused on this moment with the one he loved.

When the bottle was set beside his head, Roy took the now sandalwood scented hand and guided it lower, taking a thick finger and rubbing it against the pucker of his entrance, biting back a shrill moan. "You need to stretch me.. so it won't hurt so bad.. Okay?" he whispered shakily, circling his arms around the man's body, clutching at broad shoulders and anticipating the wonderful feeling of a slick digit sliding inside of him. It had been so long since he'd been with someone like this and now he remembered why he enjoyed being with men so much. "Oh God..." he whimpered, bucking his hips up as the finger slid in and out, a mouth finding his for a burning kiss. He parted his lips to accept the prodding tongue, breaking the kiss for a second to gasp for breath before tongues tangled once more. A second finger pressed into his nearly virgin body and he moaned, feeling a faint twinge of pain before pleasure overwhelmed it, slowly disintegrating into a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. "For the love of God, hurry.. Please..!" he pleaded hoarsely, bucking his hips insistently. A pause and Roy could [i]smell[/i] the smug grin on Jean's face, earning the blond a none too gentle prod in the side. "That means move it, not gloat!" he grumped, blushing faintly.

A nod from his patient, lips finding his ear to nibble and kiss. "Of course, Doc." he purred softly, adding a third finger and spreading them apart to stretch the smaller man. He hissed with pain and pleasure, digging his fingers into the man's shoulders. "F-Fuck, that's fine.. Just, please.. [i]In![/i]"

Jean hesitated uncertain at that and Roy snatched up the lotion, pouring a liberal amount into the man's free hand. "Slick up your cock. And then []in[/i]!" he ordered insistently.

The soldier nodded and removed his fingers, quickly doing as told before he was bitten or smacked as punishment from his wildcat lover, pressing the head against Roy's entrance. "A-Are you sure..? Doesn't it.. hurt?" he asked in a soft, worried tone.

He smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, rocking his body against the man's cock. "Yes.. Please.. I need this. We both do." he murmured, licking at his bottom lip before burying his face in his shoulder, anticipating the pain that would accompany pleasure.

He felt Jean swallow and then cried out when the impossibly thick flesh pushed into him. Sensing his discomfort, the man stopped and Roy whimpered, bucking his hips. "Please! D-Don't stop!"

A nod and then all of a sudden the pain was gone. How on earth had he managed to stretch enough to accommodate the blond? And yet he could feel every last, throbbing inch inside of his body. "Move.." he ordered in a soft moan, blunt nails digging into tan skin.

"Yes, Doc.." came the whispered reply, a moan echoing in his ear as the thickness inside of him retreated, then thrust back in with a snap of Jean's hips. Slow and steady at first, they rocked back and forth. Then he began to pick up speed until Roy's legs were wrapped around Jean's hips, the bed smacking the wall with each thrust deep into his body, strangled screams bursting from the elder man. And then like that it was over. He felt himself shudder suddenly and was shrieking with pleasure, blinding heat washing over him as his seed shot out in thick ropes, spattering his and Jean's stomachs. "J-JEAN!"

The feeling of Roy's body contracting and tightening around his cock made the blond climax as well, his cries and moans echoing with his lover's, filling the man with his essence before they lay in a tangled, panting heap of limbs on the squeaky bed. Roy's eyes fluttered open and he managed to free himself from the mess they had become and collapsed beside the man, half on him, half on the bed, resting his head against his broad chest. "Jean.. That was.. F-Fuck.." he panted nonsensically, receiving an equally understandable grunt from the younger. A gentle hand came up to stroke his hair, managing to shimmy the blankets up around their sweaty, tired bodies.

"I love you, Jean.." Roy said softly, finally voicing what he'd been feeling since the first time the man had walked into his office.

A chuckle and a pair of lips pressed against his forehead. "I love you, too, Doc." came the soft reply, accompanied by a sudden, loud, "OW!"

Roy sat up and sighed when he saw Jean with his finger in his mouth, looking decidedly sour. He rolled his eyes and plucked the finger out of his mouth, examining it to make sure it wasn't broken before laying back down on his chest. "You are so hopeless."