The Un-fic

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Underage

Maes sat in his office, the door securely locked, with a lapful of the People’s Alchemist. He had undone the teen’s braid, and would be lectured about it, but as their tongues mingled and familiarized themselves once again, it wasn’t high on Maes’s list of concerns. At the moment, he was enjoying the feeling of being kissed to the point of near exhaustion, in the way that only a teenager can do. Maes was sure when the two of them managed to separate themselves, his lips would be numb.

What he wouldn’t give to have been able to do this somewhere than his office, to be able to walk in public and proudly proclaim that he was crazy for the young blond, not that he really thought that would be wise, as the young man was still underage.

Now, if his mind could only remind his body of that, as with each twist of his hips, Ed managed to reawaken a rather uncontrollable portion of the older man’s anatomy. As he held the firm, tightly packed, little body in his arms—not that the word “little” would ever escape his lips around Ed—he considered all the reasons this should be illegal, none of those reasons having to do with age or immaturity but with the mush the teen had turned Maes’s once bright mind into.

Finally, Maes broke off the kiss, simply holding onto Ed as tightly as he could, enjoying that the teen willingly relaxed in his arms, laying his head on a uniform-clad shoulder. He fit so well in the older man’s arms that Maes almost wished he would stay about this size, really desperately trying not to laugh at the idea of Ed being a lap-dog of the military. If he sniggered, even the tiniest bit, Ed would ask him with those big gold eyes of his, and Maes would be unable to do anything but tell the truth. He’d be as good as dead.

“Well, Ed,” he said, running his smooth but thickly calloused hands through the long blond hair, “are you ready for guys’ night out?”

“Mmm,” Ed said, drawing himself into Maes’s body, making the older man scratch that last thought; Ed was more cat than dog. “I’d rather let them all go out and have the office here to myself.”

The part of Maes below his waist whole-heartedly agreed, but he reminded all parts south that Ed was still very young and very much a virgin. So far, nothing had gone on between them except moments like this, where they kissed and explored one another’s mouths, hands doing a bit of touching over clothes.

“Ed, I’d really like to be able to go out with you tonight,” he said as he ran his hand over the teen’s hair. “And as good as staying here in the office sounds, there will be talk if we never left.”

Ed sighed and tucked his body tightly between Maes’s chin and his legs. Again, it was a reminder of the teen’s height that he was small enough to manage this, and his youth, as only someone so young could transform himself into a small ball.

“Come on. Up.” Ed stretched his muscular limbs. “You’re too heavy for me to haul out of here.”

Ed climbed off of Maes’s lap, and as the older man stood and kissed him on the forehead before going to unlock the door.

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A few hours later, and some convincing (lying, really) on Roy and Maes’s part that Ed was old enough to be allowed inside, found Ed in the bar, Roy on his left, Maes on the other side of his friend. As he’d always done, Maes threw his arm around Roy, in an act seeming to be that of friendship, merely so he could stick his fingers in the blond’s still-loose locks.

The waitress came over with their drink order. “You three are so much more quiet than your friends over there.”

That was definitely true, as Havoc and Breda seemed to be doing everything they could to embarrass Fuery and rattle Falman. They were getting fairly loud and obnoxious in their attempts, but the new couple flanking Roy remained quiet, the three talking and laughing, but never getting too boisterous.

“You’re Edward Elric, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes,” Ed answered, somewhat proudly.

“I’ve heard a lot of great stories about you. You have done some amazing things, and you are still so young."

Ed thanked her, his chest puffing out a bit. Maes could see that Roy seemed to be taking in just a bit of that pride for himself as the superior officer, Maes just feeling pleased for his lover. A signal to that, Maes squeezed the smaller young man’s shoulders, finding a set of golden eyes looking at him from behind the colonel.

"I was somewhat surprised to see you here. I didn't realize you were old enough to come into a bar."

"Who you calling so small he's a toddler!" Ed yelled, starting to rise from his seat, but only resulting in getting his hair pulled by Maes's hand still curled around a few locks.

"Sorry about that, Fullmetal," Roy said. "Uniform has the tendency to do that to overly long hair."

Taking that signal, as Roy pretended to loosen Ed from his uniform, Maes released the hair he'd been running his fingers over. As the Waitress left them, apparently taken back by Ed's sudden reaction, which was expected by anyone who actually knew him, Maes once again found himself looking at yellow eyes. This time, though, there was a bit of mirth in those eyes, one that let Maes know something was going on before there was a sudden yelp from Maes’s long-time friend.

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Leg.” Roy seemed to be doing everything he could to maintain his voice level. "Learn which of us is your boyfriend," he added with a hiss.

Ed’s arm quickly retracted, a blush turning his face the color of a tomato. Maes chuckled to himself at his boyfriend's mistake.

“W-well, now I understand why you are so popular with the ladies,” Ed said. Though it was still somewhat uncertain, as insults and yelling were more his style with Roy, it was obvious he was gaining some confidence in inuendos.

The teen's teacher of insinuating teasing found himself laughing himself simple at Roy’s side.

“I’m trying to do a favor for the two of you,” Roy said, “and you go groping me and making jokes.”

Soon enough, Ed was laughing just as hard, drawing the other men over to find out what was so funny. Quick to his feet, Maes came up with an excuse, yet again at Roy’s expense. He realized now that the others were there, his semi-private time with Ed would be over.

But leave it to Roy to move Ed from the bench while he went up for more drinks, only to make the blond scoot closer to Maes when he came back, allowing them to sit side-by-side, hands on one another’s knees, finally feeling that despite all the noise and the overcrowded booth, they were really on their first date.