Poor Paul

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 4: Bathroom Break
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language, stall indecency)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed make use of the little boy's room... and Paul really has to go... ??
AN: Oh, Paul, you big pervy peeper. Just come out of the closet already!

A special thank you to my Heather-kun for the prompt. This one is for you, babe. ^_^




Poor Paul 4: Bathroom Break

"Why are mens' rooms always so fucking gross?!!"

Roy and Ed walked into the bathroom of the truck stop just off the interstate after stopping to fill up their tank on the way home. Roy had wanted to wash his hands after a bit of gasoline had spilled on them.

He lathered his hands in a watered down substance that could just barely pass for soap and checked out his dark, brooding features in the cloudy mirror (cloudy from what, he did not want to know) while he listened to Ed ramble on about bathroom cleanliness.

"This whole place is just disgusting!"

"Mm-hm," Roy agreed absentmindedly. He actually agreed with Ed- for once- but didn't open his mouth to say so.

He found his mind wandering to other things, namely the total and utter desertedness of the bathroom. It did have a certain seedy quality about it... and for some reason, that really kinda turned him on.

He found himself wondering if they could pull off a quick round before being discovered... and thought he would very much like to try. Besides, nothing pleased him more than the site of Ed with his head thrown back, blushing and swearing like a sailor while he fucked him senseless...

That did the trick.

Roy turned off the faucet and dried his hands on some paper towels.

"See?" Ed said adamantly. "You just touched that filthy faucet and you're all dirty again."

Without warning, Roy grabbed Ed and threw him into the nearest stall.

"What-?" was all Ed could manage.

Roy slammed the stall door closed and locked it. He pinned Ed against the back, among such colorfully artistic stylings as a swastika and various numbers of women- and men- to call for a good time.

"I like being dirty," Roy said in a low voice. It wasn't his best line by far, but with Ed, it didn't take much at all.

"Roy, what are you- oh!" Ed exclaimed as fingers began to unzip his pants.

The man was too quick to protest against. By the time Ed thought to mention the dangers of sex in public bathrooms, Roy's hand was grabbing him, stroking him roughly... it didn't take long at all before Ed's cock was hard and seeping.

"Ahh!" Ed began to thrust his hips, fucking Roy's hand as hard as he could. The man's hand was soon slick with Ed's moisture, creating an unbearable sensation of tight wetness around Ed's cock.

"Fuck!" he cried out softly, blushing, much to Roy's pleasure, causing his own hardness to twitch excitedly.

Roy wanted to show his lover a little bit of sensitivity before jumping right into the main event, but they really were pressed for time....

He let go of Ed, much to his chagrin, and unzipped his pants. When he sat down on the toilet, a look of revulsion passed over Ed's face. Was Roy actually about to...?

Roy saw what Ed thought he meant to do and rolled his eyes. "Are you serious? Come here, dumbass," he said firmly but lovingly.

He spread his legs as wide as they would go, giving Ed enough room to stand between them. They didn't have any lube, but with the mass amount of precum that always generated between the two of them, they hardly ever needed it.

Roy positioned Ed in front of him, facing the door. He bent the boy over, fully intending to stick his fingers inside of him, but looking at his ass gave Roy another urge altogether...

"AHHH Jesus fuck!!" Ed cried out, lurching forward and hitting his head against the stall door as Roy's tongue hit its mark, not particularly sure if he believed in the Former, but definitely wanting more of the latter.

"Shh," Roy admonished him gently before resuming his tongue play.

"Mmm... mmm... mmmmm!!" Ed moaned with his face planted on the door. He was much too occupied to be grossed out by the swarming germ mine pressed against his cheek.

Roy slowly eased a finger inside of him, thrusting, curling, brushing against the most sensitive part inside of him. Ed began to buck his hips backwards for more.

A second finger joined the first, assisted by wetness from Roy's own precum. Ed grabbed onto himself and begin to pump vigorously.

"Oh... oh fuck yeah..." Ed was beside himself. "Hurry..."

As much as he wanted to take his time and torture Ed some more, Roy couldn't waste another minute. He guided Ed backwards into a sitting position and slowly began to ease him down onto his cock.

"AHH!" Ed exclaimed as he felt Roy penetrate him slowly. Nothing, nothing on earth felt as good as having Roy Mustang inside of him. He began to move up and down, impaling himself deeper with each downward motion. Roy grabbed onto Ed's hips and thrust upwards to match him.

Now completely engulfed in Ed's body, Roy began to rock his hips into him with more urgency, thrusting as far upwards as he could, brushing against Ed's spot with each pass. Ed braced himself against the wall of the stall with one hand as Roy pounded into him while he resumed stroking himself with the other.

"Fuuuuuck," he moaned, unable to control the strange correlation in his body between pleasure and swearing.

"Oh fuuuuck... yeah... oh .... I'm gonna ... g-gonna.... come....."

Ed uttered an intelligible scream as he coated the door of the bathroom wall with cum.

Not to be outdone, Roy brought him down hard around his cock and let out a chocked moan as he filled him, burying his face in the man's back and shuddering and jerking against him.

Ed collapsed against Roy, who wrapped his arms around him.

"I really need a shower now," Ed said after a minute.

"Me too. Let's get out of here," Roy responded.

The two lovers stood up and righted themselves. Before they exited the stall, Roy planted a long, deep kiss on Ed's lips.

After checking to make sure the bathroom was still empty, they snuck out of the stall. Ed opened the door to the exit, grimacing as he touched the handles, but Roy wanted to wash his hands one last time.

Before he turned the faucet on, the unmistakable sound of grunting floated through the door of the stall next to the one they just occupied.

The sound began to heighten in frequency and speed, accompanied by a distinct slapping noise that could only mean one thing...

Roy and Ed exchanged glances. Someone was getting off because of them!

Recalling his filthy fuck-me language, Ed began to blush.

Meanwhile, Roy really didn't seem to mind.

As the grunting continued, a store employee entered the bathroom.

"Hey," he called out. "Is there a Paul in here?"

The two lovers looked at each other in disbelief as the grunting noises stopped. The sound of heavy- interrupted- panting issued forth from the stall.

Signaling to the store employee, Roy silently pointed at the bathroom stall and then curled his hand into a fist and made a jerking off motion. Ed slapped at his arm and tried to get him to leave, but Roy Mustang wasn't about to miss this for the world.

Duly horrified, the store worker banged on the door. "Hey! Stop beating off and get the hell out of there before I call the cops! Your girlfriend is waiting for you!"

A rushed, ruffling sound came from the stall, followed by the flush of a toilet.

"I wasn't beating off," he said as he opened the door to the stall. "I was just-"

Paul stopped, face to face with a smirking Roy. Ed's face was turned away, crimson and embarrassed.

"Hi Paul," Roy said with a wink. "Did you finish?"

"Roy..." Ed groaned.

Paul turned away and lowered his head, following the attendant out of the bathroom. Roy and Ed could hear the shrill griping of his girlfriend as the door opened.

"Paul! What the hell took you so long? I've been waiting for twenty minutes..." The door closed, graciously sparing their ears from any more abuse.

"He seems to like to listen," Ed said, still blushing over it all.

Roy stared thoughtfully at the closed door. "Maybe he wants to watch."

Ed stared at Roy in shock.... and then consideration.

"Maybe," he finally admitted.

"Maybe," Roy agreed again.

The two lovers stood there, contemplating the idea...

Neither of them seemed to find it too objectionable.


Maybe next time?


The End... or.... the Beginning???