Poor Paul

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Poor Paul 5: Traffic Jam
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sexual situation, language, vehicular misconduct)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Traffic jams suck. So does Ed.
AN: Everyone's favorite peeping tom is back... and we hope he's insured.

Prompt by ******, who asked to remain nameless... you dirty, dirty girl. ^_^



Poor Paul 5: Traffic Jam


"Hurry up already!" Ed exclaimed to no one in particular.

"There was a car accident, Ed. Should I just ram my car through carnage up ahead?"

"It's not like anyone died." The young man sulked and began fiddling with Roy's stereo, something that irked Roy pretty much to no end since he had no idea what he was doing.

They had been idle for ten minutes now, and Roy wagered that they would be stuck there at least another fifteen, long enough for all of the emergency vehicles to clear out and for the road cleaners to do their thing. He began tapping his finger in time to a classic rock song he liked... until that song was replaced by the not so classic emo wailings of a bunch of pretentious men in eyeliner.

Roy glanced over at his partner, who was bopping his head and humming along in a display that was even too gay for fangirls.

"Ed," he said softly.

"Hm?"

"Change this or walk home."

Ed scowled at Roy's smirk. "Fine," he moped.

Traffic began to move forward... about a foot. Roy sighed and put the car in park.

Ed opened a compartment and began to rifle through Roy's cds. Most of them were bands he had hardly ever heard of with bad hair and way over the top graphics: Europe, Boston, Journey, and so on.

As he flipped faster through the stack of discs in his hand, one of them flew from his fingers and catapulted into the air, between Roy's knees, and on the driver side floor, near the brake.

Roy Mustang thought this an interesting turn of events indeed.

Perhaps they could kill some time after all.

"Damn. Sorry about that. Can you grab that for me?" Ed held his hand out while he continued going through Roy's musical wares.

"Get it yourself."

Ed turned his head to protest Roy's rather rude response. Roy took Ed's hand and pressed it firmly, palm first, against his crotch, where he was already almost completely hard.

"Ah," Ed exclaimed softly.

Quickly catching on, the young man closed his hand around Roy's growing hardness, causing Roy to moan and push his hips into the sensation. Ed glanced up and looked around at their very open surroundings.

"No one will see you," Roy said reassuringly, managing to keep his voice calm while he steadily humped Ed's hand. "The windows are up. Just keep your head down... I'm the one who has to keep a straight face."

Roy released Ed's hand long enough to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. Ed grabbed it firmly in his hand, causing the man to moan again and begin thrusting his hips, sliding in and out of Ed's closed fist.

Traffic crawled forward another foot. Without missing a thrust, Roy inched the car forward and kept his foot on the brake so Ed wouldn't be interrupted.

Ed took one last cautious glance around before easing his head down into Roy's lap and taking the man's throbbing cock into his mouth.

Roy clenched his teeth and tried to maintain a casual expression as Ed began to suck on him. His foot involuntarily pressed down on the brake as Ed's tongue lapped him from the base of his cock to the tip, running over the slit to lick away the precum that puddled there.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned around Roy's cock, sending a delicious vibration through the man's entire groin.

Roy hissed and bucked his hips further into Ed's mouth, mindful of his gag reflex. He reached down and rubbed the back of Ed's neck, wishing the young man wasn't wearing his hair in a braid so that he could run his fingers through it.

Ed moaned again and began to suck even harder, taking in as much of Roy's cock as he could. Roy pressed down on the back of Ed's neck and plunged himself repeatedly further into the young man's soft, wet mouth. He closed his eyes and pushed his head into the back of the driver's seat, trying desperately not to give himself away.

"Oh yeah... right there... yeah," he uttered softly.

He opened his eyes just in time to move the car forward another foot, despite the blond head bobbing up and down in his lap.

Concentrating on the incredible feel and sound of Ed taking him into his mouth, Roy turned his head and gazing blindly out of Ed's window. He saw that traffic in the outside lane was moving slightly faster than the lane he was in. Right before he closed his eyes again, he noticed a man and woman in the car in the neighboring lane... they looked vaguely familiar...

But then Ed started stroking and slurping on Roy's cock with wild abandon and nothing else mattered in the world. He began thrusting frantically through Ed's lips as he felt himself slipping past the point of no return.

"I'm gonna come... I'm gonna-"

Roy moaned loudly and grabbed Ed's head in his hands, pushing up as far as he could. He moaned again as he felt his cock convulse and release into Ed's mouth. Ed began to breathe harshly through his nose, trying to keep up with the stream of salty liquid flowing down his throat.

Roy leaned over, cradling Ed's head in his hands, until the last convulsion and twitch subsided. He opened his mouth and began panting in his relief. He jumped as Ed playfully licked at him and felt the boy's lips curve into a smile around him.

Ed raised his head and stared lustfully into Roy's face. Roy grabbed him and began kissing him deeply, loving the taste of himself on Ed, swirling his tongue around--

A loud honk followed by large crash suddenly sounded from Ed's side of the car.

The lovers parted and glanced out of the passenger side window to see the car that Roy had spotted earlier. The front end of it was buried into the bumper of the car in front of it. The two passengers dug themselves out of the airbags that had deployed and crawled out of the vehicle...

"Paul!!!" The woman screamed as the driver of the car that was struck got out to assess the damages. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Even through the closed windows, both Roy and Ed could hear the woman's shrill, banshee-like voice.

"Just stay right there and let me do the talking. Idiot!"

As the woman approached the other driver, Paul stared down into Roy's car in a daze, where he could clearly see Ed... Roy...

... and the situation in Roy's lap.

Paul's bulging eyes attached themselves there.

Ed sat up in his seat and Roy made a long, lingering show of zipping himself up.

The two men stared at their would-be stalker and quickly realized that Paul's eyes weren't the only thing bulging.

"Do you see-" Roy started.

"Yes." Despite having just given a semi-public blow job, Ed was mildly embarrassed by the site of Paul's... excitement.

"Looks kinda big," Roy mused.

"Roy!" Ed exclaimed... before sneaking a second peek himself to confirm.

"... whoa."

Roy and Ed reluctantly tore themselves away from Paul as the traffic in their lane began to move, leaving the man to stare after them. The two men remained silent, each pondering the possibilities....

"So..." Ed began. "It's not like it's... cheating... if someone watches, right?"

"Nope."

"Or if we watch them..."

"Not at all."

After a moment of consideration, Ed Elric began to smile. "I have an idea."