The Un-fic

Unfamiliar Territory

Ed fidgeted nervously in the bed, his bottom lip drawn into his mouth. He’d wanted to do this before he had to leave to see his teacher. Really, he’d wanted to do this after his birthday, but being injured Maes would only kiss and gently show affection. Sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest, he smiled at the memory of his teacher trying to intimidate Maes.

While everyone else in Central seemed absolutely terrified of Izumi Curtis, Maes Hughes had genially smiled at her, showing pictures of his daughter, talking about Ed, and in general not managing to be fazed by even the most intimidating of glares by the alchemist. He was kind, even allowing Ed’s teacher to have a place in his home, one traditionally held by Winry.

This room, Ed reminded himself. Whenever Winry had stayed, Maes had vacated his room both to give her a space to stay and to keep up
the appearances of a happy home. This was also where Teacher and Mr. Curtis had stayed all because Maes cared about Ed and knew how important those two people were to him.

And now, today, Ed wanted to show his lover—he could call him that, he felt, after they’d touched one another a few nights before—how important he was to him. Looking down at himself, Ed wondered how Maes would prefer him. Would he like Ed to be fully clothed, like a present ready to be unwrapped? Or would Maes like him ready and waiting, with only Maes’s clothing as an impediment to finally consummating their relationship.

Ed rolled his eyes at his own inner monologue. “Consummating their relationship?” He wanted to have hot, passionate sex with the man he loved. He wanted to forget the age difference or the constraints of society and just be with Maes tonight. Elysia and Gracia were both gone, and Ed and Maes had the house to themselves. Roy, who’d stopped in Central on business, had even been considerate enough to take Al to see one of those mushy movies he was always talking about that Ed never wanted to see.

“Well, that was a long phone conversation,” Maes said from the hall. He’d been talking with Shezka about some worries with the fuhrer and his secretary.

In that split second, Ed decided he wanted to give Maes no doubts about what he wanted tonight. He tossed off his black jacket and shirt, throwing them onto the floor. He carefully wiggled out of both the leather pants and his boxer shorts, and was in the process of removing his socks when Maes finally came through the door, looking more than a little surprised.

“Ed,” Maes said, “what are you doing?”

Despite the fact that he knew his face was growing redder by the second, Ed smirked and threw the remaining sock on the floor and faced Maes. “What does it look like?”

“Well, it looks like I’m seriously overdressed for whatever you have planned.” Maes smirked, as he began to pull the red sweater over his head.

“Maes,” Ed said, trying to ignore that he was at half-staff as he spoke to the older man, “I want to…” How should he put this without sounding like an idiot? “… make love?”

“Ed, that’s a very big step.”

“We’ve touched, you’ve even…” Again, Ed found his face betraying him by growing crimson. “You’ve even given me head, so why is this so different? Maes, I want to do this before I have to go to the automail shop for repairs and then visit my teacher. I want to do this before I’m gone and trying to search for the stone. When the automail’s fixed, you and I both know I’ve got to go back to looking for it. As long as it isn’t working quite right, we can… well, we can finally go through with this.”

Maes took a few steps toward the naked teen. “And you’re sure this is what you want?” he asked, running a hand down Ed’s cheek.

Ed nodded, never breaking eye contact with the cat green eyes. “You’ve set up an appointment for me in Rush Valley to get my automail fixed, so I won’t be here for a while, and we both know my teacher’s going to make me visit her.” Then, as though realizing his state of dress all over again, Ed flushed. “And I’m standing in front of you buck naked.”

“That you are,” Maes said with a somewhat perverted leer. There was a time when Ed might have thought he was joking, but the teen knew his lover really found him attractive and the leer was genuine in the fact that Maes actually thought he was attractive. “Then, it would seem I’m seriously over-dressed.”

Ed smiled and nervously fidgeted with the older man’s belt. His hands were shaking as he tried to unfasten the thing, as he felt the two hands, callused by years of knife throwing, rubbing over his bare back and shoulders.

“I love you, Ed,” Maes said.

“I love you too,” Ed responded. “That’s why I want to do this.”

Ed’s body contrasted deeply with the taller man in nearly every conceivable way. Ed’s was small but tightly packed with muscles. He had a golden-hue to his ever-present tan, which stood in sharp contrast to the gleaming steel of his automail. Inch by inch of the intelligence expert was revealed to Ed, the pale skin dusted by fine black hairs. His build was tall and broad, the muscles hidden beneath a bit more flesh than on Ed’s own body, but his body was nothing to laugh about.

Maes then took off his glasses and laid them gently on the dresser. Ed glanced at the other man’s member, which was standing nearly erect as his own. Ed backed himself against the bed, taking a seat as his lover pulled off his socks and sat beside him.

“I want you to show me how it’s done, Maes,” Ed said.

“Gladly,” the older man answered.

“I’m not saying you’re always going to top,” the teen said. “I want you to this time.” With a grin, he added, “And if you’re any good, we’ll see about you getting to do it again.”

Maes smiled as he pushed Ed back onto the bed, leaning over him, kissing the teen so hard on his lips that he was certain it might bruise them. It was fierce, passionate, loving, just like Ed knew he was, even if so many others would never see him more than as the fool that he portrayed for the rest of the world. Unconsciously, Ed realized he was smiling because he was one of the few privileged to see the man behind the mask.

He kissed back, hands moving to the dark hair of the man’s head. His right leg found its way to Maes’s hips as he slowly began to pull the other man close enough to grind himself against the other man’s body.

“Please, Maes,” Ed asked, trying not to wince at the begging tone in his voice. “Please.”

The older man moved to the table by the bed, removing a tube of lube they’d purchased a few nights ago and was already nearly gone.

“Ed,” Maes said, kissing the other man’s neck and chest, “you look incredible.”

The older man began moving down Ed’s sensitive body, stopping first at a nipple, which he proceeded to take into his mouth, making the young man’s body arch up against Maes’s.

“Oh, damn, Maes.”

Maes continued to bite at the brown nub, all the while tugging the other one between his fingers. Ed became little more than a moaning, whining mass beneath his ministrations.

Maes moved lower, nipping, licking, kissing. Ed squirmed all the while, trying to both move into and away from his touch.

Finally, the older man made his way down to Ed’s member, immediately taking the head into his mouth, as he held the teen down with the hand grasping the lube. He was certain to buck upwards into Maes’s mouth, and he was definitely making the best possible attempt at it.

Their moans were getting louder, as Maes was obviously getting turned on by Ed’s reaction, but Ed was dominating the sound from the bedroom. The sensations going through him were absolutely amazing him. He’d never realized how different the sensations were when done by someone else, and with the other man’s mouth…

As an atheist, Ed didn’t believe in a heaven, but if there was such a thing, he’d have to say the feeling must be something like it was when Maes did this to him.

Maes then began squirting out the lube, and Ed tried his hardest not to tense. He knew what was coming, ultimately, as they’d tried it the night before. He knew that his natural reaction to tense would make things more difficult, so he began focusing his breathing, trying to relax himself for the invasion to come.

And when it did, he was grateful for how calm Maes was, starting off as though it was only an intimate massage. There was a gentle manner there as the first finger made its way into him, but he couldn’t help but grunt as he felt this little, wiggling thing inside him, in a place his body just wasn’t ready to recognize as an entrance. Every part of him, particularly the ring of muscles, was rebelling and arguing, “That’s an exit, damn it!”

But then Maes took more of Ed into his mouth and rebelling subsided. “Aaah! Maes!”

The finger moved further and the mouth continued to open and take him in, and coherent thought left Ed’s mind. Another finger started to make its way inside, and Ed tried to resist the need to squirm away from it.

But the finger was persistent, and Ed began whimpering embarrassingly at the feeling of his entrance being stretched wider.

Then, Maes released his member, looking up at the blond from his position. “Ed, if you want, we will stop.”

“No,” Ed said. “No, keep going. It’s not hurting. It’s just strange.”

Maes nodded, his fingers continuing to move, mouth resuming its work on Ed’s member. The strange burning sensation was fading, and though it was feeling strange, he couldn’t say it felt bad.

He could feel the two digits were now buried up to their bottom knuckles and seemed to be searching for something, searching for what Maes had said would make this feel…

“Oh, shit!” He bucked upwards into the poor man’s mouth, nearly choking Maes. “More, do that… more…” His voice was getting raspier with each outcry, and it seemed to be turning on his older lover as he began moaning even as he continued to bob his head. It wasn’t long before Maes hit that spot again, and was now working to add a third finger, a final finger, Ed realized, because he wasn’t going to let this continue. He wanted the man inside of him. He wanted to solidify their relationship.

Finally, Maes was leaning down over Ed, fingers withdrawn. “Ed, I need you to roll over, hands and knees. It would be easier on you.” Ed nodded, kissing the older man even as he tried to ignore the fact that the taste on the other man’s tongue was his own. He inhaled the smell of the other man as he wrapped his arms around him.

“We’ll do this again facing one another, won’t we?”

“Yes,” Maes said. “We will.”

Ed turned away from his lover, lowering his head down on his arms, raising his behind in the air. If this was anyone else, he would have felt horribly vulnerable, but with it being Maes, he knew he could trust the other man. He hissed in surprise as he felt something blunt at his backside. “Maes, please,” he said, after he regained himself so that he could manage to think enough to ensure his lover knew there were no doubts here.

Maes was slow as he breached the ring, gentle in his movements, and because he was aware of that, Ed tried to keep any questioning or pained noises to himself. It hurt. There was no denying how much it hurt him, but he knew it would get better. Maes had assured him of that, and he trusted the other man. At least, he did at the moment. But if things didn’t soon start feeling a little better, he’d have to hurt him.

“Oh, Ed, damn, it feels so good,” Maes half-moaned behind him. He could feel that Maes was now fully seated inside of him, as the older man now laid down on his body. Both were sweating, grunting, both as Ed was trying to ready himself for more movement and as Maes was obviously attempting self control.

“Maes, you can move.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please, move.”

The pumping began slowly as the lieutenant colonel began moving inside of the younger man. “Incredible.”

Ed could only manage to grunt with each thrust until finally, that incredible spot was struck again. “Maes! Oh, more! Maes!”

And more he got as the older man continued to shift and thrust and ride him. “Ed! Oh, damn Ed!”

Ed just continued to shout out his lovers name, over and over again, that single syllable crossed over the young man’s lips as the older man was pumping over Ed’s own rock-hard staff.

“Oh, I’m close, Ed. So close…”

“Please… close too.”

“Together,” Maes groaned.

Ed was beginning to reach his own climax as he felt the strange sensation of his insides being filled by the older man’s seed.

Together, the two collapsed, as Maes began withdrawing from the warm body underneath.

“Ed,” Maes said. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Ed said, looking down at the spot he’d created on the bed. “We’re going to need a shower.”

“Later,” the lieutenant colonel said as Ed was pulled against the other man’s chest.

Ed hissed as his aching backside came into contact with the other man’s body. “Yeah, later.”

He wrapped his hand over Maes’s, and sighed contentedly.