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For cuylerjade.�

Merry Christmas.

Sleep

Ed
pounded on the door and waited for an answer.�
When he didn�t get one, he tried again.�
When he still didn�t get anything, he sighed and pulled out the key he�d
been given.� Thrusting it in the lock, Ed
turned it then grabbed the cold doorknob and let himself inside.

When he
got inside, Ed quickly closed the door and relocked it.� A shiver from the remnants of the cold night
passed through him and he rubbed his hands against his arms.� Not that the automail arm needed it, but it
was more of a subconscious reaction than anything else.

Stuffing
the key in his pocket, the teen sighed and looked around.� The house was dark and quiet, but he could
hear music coming faintly from the bedroom.�
It was soft and even as he made his way to the back of the hallway it
didn�t get much louder.�

By the
time he made it to the bedroom his eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness
and the shape of Roy Mustang lying on his bed was easy to make out.� The room reeked of alcohol, and Ed sighed
before walking over to the bed and glancing down at the prostrate man.�

�What are
you doing here?� Mustang whispered with a slight slur.

�I
couldn�t sleep,� he replied simply.

The man
chuckled lazily and said, the slur more evident in his
voice this time, �Those cats still keeping you awake?�

Ed shook
his head and muttered irritably, �Son-of-a-bitch keeps picking up every
mother-fucking stray he can get his damn hands on.�

His words
brought a throatier laugh from the other man who shook his head in the
darkness.� �You love him.� You know you do.�

The teen
made an exasperated noise, then reached down to pull
his shoes off.� �Of course I love him, he�s family, but...��
After tugging off his shoes, Ed pulled his socks off and threw them, and
the shoes, in the corner, then started yanking off his shirt.� �It�s the fucking cats I can�t...�� The shirt
caught on his automail and he let out a string of curses as he tried to un-snag
it.� When he finally got it off, Ed
grunted in frustration and hurled it at the wall where it hit with a dull thud
and slid down to the floor.

�Ed,
you�re too high-strung, you know that?� the colonel murmured vaguely.

�Shut
up.� At least I�m not a pathetic drunk
like you, old man,� he countered and glanced at the bottle on the nightstand. �Picking it up, Ed sniffed it, then took a small drink.�

�You
always say the nicest things to me, Edward.�
That�s why I keep you around; to boost my ego.�� This was followed by a derisive laugh that
made Ed shake his head before reaching out to touch the other man.�

When his
fingers met the smooth fabric of Mustang�s white button-up shirt and the stiff
fabric of the military pants, Ed rolled his eyes and muttered petulantly, �You�re
still dressed.�

�Forgive
me, master,� Mustang said
mockingly.� �From now on I�ll be sure to
undress completely while I�m at home on the off-chance that you might decide to
come over and grace me with your presence.��

�That�s
more like it,� Ed muttered, then glanced to where the soft music was coming from.� �What the hell are you listening to?�

�Nothing
a youngster like you would recognize,� the colonel said, then reached
unsteadily for the bottle.

Ed
watched the man take another drink in disgust, then made his way to the record
player and lifted the stylus from the record, cutting the music off.�

�I was
listening to that,� Mustang muttered.

The teen
shook his head as he walked back to the bed.�
�I don�t want to be fuckin� to the oldies, you
dumb ass.�

The
colonel snickered, then said, �I�m too tired, Ed.� If you want something then do what you want,
but I don�t want to have to do anything.�

Growling,
the teen grabbed the bottle out of the man�s hands, took another drink, then
grabbed the cap from the dresser and screwed it on the bottle.� �I think you�ve had enough.� You�d better not be too drunk to get it up.�

�This is
the best you get for free, short stuff.�
You�ll have to pay for better service.�

Growling,
Ed grabbed a hold of Mustang�s hair and said dangerously, �What the hell did
you call me?��

�I�m not
in the mood for that tonight either,� the older man said in an offhand
way.� �Now, if you�re going to do
something, then do it.� After that, you
can stay or go, I don�t really care, but I want some sleep.�

Ed let go
and fumbled at his pants in annoyance. �Of course I�m staying here; I�m not
going back to Al and his cat harem.� If I
have to listen to another one of those little bitches in heat, I swear I�m
calling the pound.�

Mustang
snickered drunkenly.� �Yes
small animals wanting sex definitely puts a damper on getting sleep.�

Ed was in
the process of pushing his pants down when he stopped and glared at the
man.� �And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?�� After a few moments of silence, the teen
tugged his pants and boxers the rest of the way and kicked them off before
reaching over and undoing the colonel�s pants.�

�You
know,� Ed said as he pulled the military pants off.� �You could at least help me here.�

�Why?�
Mustang asked fuzzily.� �You�re the one
who wants it.� I was just laying here,
minding my own business when you came in, took my booze, turned off my music,
insulted me, pulled my hair, and now you want me to help you?� Fuck off, Ed.�
I�m tired.�

�I�m
trying to fuck off,� he muttered as he undid the buttons on Mustang�s
shirt.� Not exactly necessary, but he
didn�t want the little buttons digging into his back.� Plus he liked the feel of skin on skin.

When he
finished, Ed pulled open the dresser drawer and began pawing through the
contents.� �Where the hell did you put the
damn lube?� he growled, not finding what he wanted.�

�You mean
you didn�t bring your own?� Tisk, tisk, Edo,
you should always be prepared, don�t you know that?� the colonel said,
amusement lacing through the slurred tones.�

�Don�t
call me �Edo�, you damn bastard.� You know I hate pet names.� Now where is it?�

Mustang
sighed, and said, �We used it all last time, remember?�

Shit... Ed thought and rested his
hands on the drawer.

�But I
bought more,� the colonel revealed after a moment.

�Asshole!� Ed said, smacking the other man�s arm.� �Where is it then?�

�Second drawer.�

Making a
sound of exasperation, Ed opened the second drawer and felt around with his
hand until he felt the smooth, plastic surface of the bottle he was looking
for.� The teen pulled it out, then pushed the drawer shut with his foot.

�I want
you inside of me,� he announced as he squeezed some of the clear gel into his
hand, then rubbed it against his fingers before
reaching back and pushing one of his fingers into his ass.

Mustang
groaned a little and said, �If you can get me up, then fine, whatever.� You ride me though.� I don�t want to have to do anything.�

�Jeez...I
can�t believe how lazy you are sometimes...� Ed muttered as he touched his own
sex.� It was already semi-hard, but it
quickly came to a full erection as he worked to stretch himself.� After giving his cock a little attention, he
moved that hand over to Mustang�s flaccid penis and began fondling it.�

His
breathing quickened as he worked another finger in, then stopped for a moment
when he heard a little snore from the other man.� Irritably, Ed smacked the colonel on the
thigh, bringing the other man out of his doze.�

�Wha...� the man said and lifted his head up a little.�

�Don�t
fall asleep!� the teen snarled in frustration.

Mustang�s
head dropped back to his pillow with a heavy sigh.� �Ed... I don�t think I�m going to be able to
get up.� Why don�t you just do me instead
so that I can go to sleep?�

�Stop
complaining,� he said with another slap against Mustang�s skin, then leaned over to lick one of the man�s nipples.� �I don�t want to do you tonight; I want you
inside of me.�

Grunting
irritably, Mustang brushed Ed�s hand away and began touching himself.� �Let me do it then.� I know what will get me up the quickest, but
you owe me.�

�I owe
you?� Oh, come on.� You�re going to get something out of this
too,� Ed replied grumpily.�

�Timing
is everything, Edo.� Right now, I just want sleep.�

�Stop
calling me Edo!� he growled, then nipped at
Mustang�s other nipple.

�Eddie,
then?� the man asked with an amused tone.

�Hell, no.�

�Okay,
how about �love muffin�, or �shnookems�, or maybe
even...�

�Fine!� �Edo� is
fine, just...not one of those others...� he said in revulsion.� �I don�t see why you have to have a pet name
for me anyway.�

�You have
lots of them for me,� the man countered.

�No, I
don�t.�

�Oh?� What about �bastard�, or �old man� or...�
Mustang began, but Ed cut him off.

�Those
are insults, not pet names, you moron,� Ed growled.

�Suuuure they are, Edo.�

�Fuck...�
Ed muttered.� �Can we just do this
without the dialogue?� You�re not the
only one who wants sleep tonight.��

�Of course.� After all, the customer is
always right,� Mustang said.

�Customer?� Ed lifted his head up and put a knee on the bed.� �What the fuck... I�m not paying for this.�

�Yes, you
are.� You just don�t know it yet.�

The teen
let out his breath slowly, trying to keep his cool.� If it wasn�t for the fact that he was already
so damn aroused, and he�d already gone through the effort of stretching
himself, he would have just given up on getting any tonight and just gone to
sleep.

Of
course, he was pretty sure that�s what Mustang was trying to get him to do.

�Fine,
whatever, just shut up,� he muttered and slipped another finger in.� He glanced down to where the colonel was
touching himself and was pleased to see that the man was at least
semi-hard.� Unfortunately, he was ready
now.� He didn�t want to wait any
longer...� ��

�Move
your hand,� he commanded.� Mustang did so
without comment, and Ed leaned over and took the man�s sex in his mouth.� It was definitely an odd position; one foot
on the floor, one knee on the bed, three fingers up his ass, when his other
hand was fondling his own sex as he tried to get his commanding officer hard by
sucking on him.�

As
Mustang�s cock hardened in his mouth, the man reached down and gently, but
firmly grabbed a hold of his head.� �Oh
yeah...just like that, Ed...mmmm...�� The colonel bucked his hips and moaned,
�Right there, oh fuck yes...�

At that,
Ed started to pull back, and grunted irritably when Mustang tried to keep his
head down.� �Not a chance in hell,� he
muttered, and freed his head from the other man�s grip.� The teen pulled his fingers out and squeezed
more lube on his hand, then rubbed it over the man�s cock before tossing the
bottle aside.

Climbing
onto the bed, Ed put one leg over Mustang�s body, then
turned so that his back was to the colonel�s head.� He grabbed the man�s now hard cock and held
it still as he lowered himself onto it. The teen moaned as the man�s large
penis pushed past the outer ring of muscle.�
Three fingers did much to stretch him out, but Mustang�s cock was one
huge mother-fucker and had to stop and for a moment to let his body adjust
before moving on.

Panting
now at the effort, Ed reached down and touched himself as he impaled himself
even deeper on the colonel.� An �aaaah� escaped him and he had to lift himself up for a
moment.� His inner ring of muscle didn�t
want to accept this foreign invasion and was doing it�s best to keep it
out.�

Little
beads of perspiration formed over his skin and sweat trickled down his body
from the effort of keeping himself squatted over the man, and also from the
pain of filling himself.� Not that it was
a bad thing.� No, as much as there was
pain, he also felt eager for more.� He
craved it the way an addict needed their next fix.

Ed felt
Mustang�s hands grip his hips and start pushing him down even more.� �Let me do it, you fuck!� Ed hissed when he
lowered down too fast.� The man stopped
the pushing, but his hands remained.�
Letting his breath out in a rush, Ed grabbed one of Mustang�s hands and
moved it to his erection.� �Touch me here, dammit!�

The
colonel had to sit up to reach completely around Ed and when he did, Mustang moved
his hand up to pinch one of the teen�s nipples.�
In his surprise at the sudden stimulation, Ed�s feet slipped on the
blanket and his body fell, slamming itself around the other man�s cock.

�AAAH!�
Ed yelled at the unexpected pain.� Even
though he�d almost had the colonel�s full length inside of him, he�d still be
easing it in.� He leaned back a little,
resting himself against the colonel�s sitting form, then said shakily, �Lay
down.�

Mustang,
again, did as he was asked, and as he did, Ed laid down with him.� The teen laid there,
breathing heavily, for a few moments as he waited for his body to adjust.� The colonel�s hand moved from his nipple and
began rubbing his exposed stomach and chest in a soothing manner while he
slowly stroked Ed�s arousal with his other hand.�

�Are you
alright?� Mustang finally asked in a breathy whisper, to which Ed nodded his
head.

�Is this
position okay?� the teen asked, returning the man�s show of concern.

�It�s fine,� the man murmured, then rocked his hips.�

Ed moved
his head to rest more comfortably against Mustang�s chest, for the moment glad
he wasn�t taller because if he was then his head would start to tilt back over
the man�s shoulder, then gripped the colonel�s hips and began moving his own.�

Mustang
ran his hand along his exposed skin one more time, then
returned to the teen�s nipples.� This
brought a throaty moan Ed.� �Faster...do
me faster, please...I need it right now...� he begged when the colonel
continued to slowly stroke his cock.

The man
moved his hand away from Ed�s nipple and slid it down to the teen�s thigh where
he gripped tightly and began pumping his hand quickly along Ed�s erection.� He also started moving his hips faster,
thrusting his large cock harder and deeper into Ed�s smaller body.

�Fuck!� Oh, yes...oh dammit
more, please, colonel...Roy...please...
screw me...yes...� Ed moaned and pleaded with the
stimulation.� His head lifted up and his
body tensed the closer he got to cumming.� �Faster...fuck me! Ah...harder!� Fuck me harder!� More, dammit!� Oh my...aaaaah!�

He
climaxed hard, and dropped his head onto the colonel�s chest with a loud
yell.� His mouth hung open and he gasped
desperately for breath.� A little trickle
of saliva dribbled from his lips, but he paid it no mind.� His heart beat fast in his chest and he
swallowed, trying to get some wetness back into his throat.� ��

Mustang
moved his hands to Ed�s hips and the teen could feel warm wetness, surely from
him, squish between his skin and the colonel�s hands.� With an almost savage need, Mustang thrust
hard and fast into the teen, making Ed grunt each time.� The colonel�s breathing became shallower
through his moans and his fingers bit into the teen�s skin, before his body
went ridged in the last thrust.

Ed felt
the man�s body begin to relax beneath him, and they lay there like that for
several minutes; Ed lying on Mustang, his back against the man�s chest, each breathing heavily in the afterglow of their own
experience.��

The
teen�s eyes felt heavy and he closed them.�
Just for a moment, he thought.� I�ll
just close them for a moment, then I�ll go clean up.� That was the last thought he had before his
relaxed body dragged his tired mind into sleep.

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