One Last Hurrah

A/N: This story was written for a request made on the fic_on_demand LiveJournal Community. The request was for a Hughes/Mustang fic with the following conditions: “Fully or partially clothed (in uniform!) oral sex somewhere public or otherwise emotionally or physically uncomfortable, and including snowballing or comeplay in some fashion.”

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Lieutenant Colonel Hughes stared drunkenly at the stripper dancing on the bar in front of him and downed yet another shot. He felt an air of distaste about the whole situation, but his co-workers had insisted. No friend of theirs was going to run off and get married without a proper bachelor’s party. So they had dragged him straight from work to this seedy dive that they had rented out so that he could partake in his “last night of freedom.”

As the song ended and the stripper moved off to entertain the other guests, Hughes felt someone sling an arm across his shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Enjoying the entertainment, my good friend?’

“Ah, Roy…I’m afraid I’m finding the festivities a bit lacking. But you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“I’m enjoying the alcohol,” Roy said with a grin. “Perhaps a bit too much. Care to help an old friend make his way to the restroom?”

Hughes stumbled to his feet, wrapping his arm around Roy’s waist. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but perhaps we can stumble off together.”

Slowly the pair meandered towards the restroom in the back of the bar. Occasionally they would run themselves into a table or chair, inciting good-natured laughs and applause from the other guests at the party as they teetered uncertainly for a moment before regaining their balance and moving on.

Eventually, the reached their destination, and as they stumbled inside, Roy laughed and said “I never would have made it without you.”

Not seeing any urinals, he tried to take a step on his own towards the stalls lining the other side of the room, only to lose his balance and fall into Hughes, pinning him against the wall.

Roy stared into Hughes’ eyes and flushed, a wave of desire running through him. “I never would have made it a lot of places without you,” he mused. And then without warning, he leaned in and kissed Hughes hard on the lips.

Hughes gasped and tilted his head back, but didn’t go so far as to push Roy away. “We agreed to stop this,” he said with a sigh. “I’m getting married tomorrow. What we had was just a dalliance…just lust. All of our attempts at a real relationship failed… miserably I might add. That’s why we agreed to stop…so we could each find something that could last. My life is with her now.”

“You’re not married yet,” Roy said with an impish grin. “Isn’t that what a bachelor’s party is all about…one last hurrah?”

“But we’re in a public restroom…anyone could walk in at any moment!” Hughes protested.

“If I recall correctly, you have quite the exhibitionist streak in you. The thrill of potentially being caught used to always get you off. Do you remember our first time? It was in the backseat of your car…parked outside of your apartment, and you said you’d never come so hard. You can’t tell me you’ve changed so much in such a short period of time.”

Hughes opened his mouth to speak, but he could not force himself to utter the lie that would end this. He did want this…and quite badly. The idea of being taken against a bathroom wall while anyone could come in and interrupt was dirty and gritty…and it made him harder than his tame fiancée ever could. But she was pregnant…the doctors had confirmed that. And he had always wanted children…which was something Roy had adamantly refused to even consider. He knew that his long-term happiness was with her. He and Roy really were incompatible as a couple. But he could not deny the sheer lust he felt when he was around the man.

So Hughes did not say anything. Instead, as Roy began to nibble at his neck, he let out a soft moan and relaxed against the wall, offering his silent consent.

Roy’s eyes lit up at this. He stroked the side of Hughes’ face and kissed him once again, but this time gently, taking the time to thoroughly explore the other man’s mouth with his tongue. Then he began to nibble his way down to Hughes’ chest, undoing each button of the man’s uniform so that he could kiss the exposed skin below.

Once Hughes’ uniform was completely unbuttoned, Roy began to scratch his fingers up and down his chest, occasionally reaching under the cloth of Maes’ uniform to give the same treatment to his back. Maes had his eyes closed and his breath was coming out in heavy gasps, as if he couldn’t believe he was really letting this happen.

Then Roy began kissing Hughes’ again. Hughes ran his fingers through Roy’s hair and pulled him close, deepening the kiss. But Roy would have none of that…he was in charge tonight. He took Hughes’ hands and pinned them to the wall above his head, whispering “leave them there” as he started kissing his way down to the man’s navel. Once he had kissed as low as he could, Roy dipped his tongue underneath the cloth of Hughes’ waistband before undoing the button of the pants and pulling the zipper down with his teeth.

In one swift movement, Roy pulled down the pants of Maes’ uniform, along with the boxers below, leaving the man deliciously exposed. With the buttons of his shirt undone, his wrists crossed above his head in submission, his pants around his ankles and his erection standing tall, the man was the perfect portrayal of carnality and lust.

Roy paused for a moment to take in the sinfully beautiful sight before him, until he heard Hughes’ whisper with hitched breath, “Please…please…don’t stop now.”

Upon hearing those words, Roy felt a new wave of desire hit him. He fell to his knees and he took up his assault of Hughes’ body again in earnest. A generous amount of precum already adorned the tip of Maes’ cock. Roy took his fingers and ran them over the head until his fingertips were completely drenched. Then he used his lubricated fingers to gently probe the area around Hughes’ anus. Just as he pushed two of his fingers inside, Roy also sucked Maes’ cock into his mouth as far as it would go, causing Hughes to let out a guttural moan at the dual sensations his friend was causing.

Roy knew that this might be their last time together, so he tried to go slowly, sucking and stroking the other man’s cock in a leisurely manner, taking the time to occasionally pause and swirl his tongue on the underside of the head, something he knew his friend was particularly fond of. But after a few minutes at this pace, Hughes started to whimper in protest. His hips began to buck, forcing his cock deeper into Roy’s mouth, and he begged the man to go harder, faster.

Roy never could deny his friend anything it was in his power to give, in or out of the bedroom, so he heeded Hughes strangled cries and began to forcibly pump his head up and down on Hughes’ erection, using one hand to fondle his balls as the other to continued probing inside his anus.

Within moments, Hughes was overwhelmed by the onslaught. He arched his head against the wall and nonsensical words began to fly from his lips. Finally, he screamed out Roy’s name and came violently into his mouth.

As he sank to his knees, far too weak to stand, he pulled Roy in for a tender kiss, running his tongue over the other man’s lips to catch the traces of cum that still clung to Roy’s mouth.

“I am going to miss this,” he sighed, leaning in to rest his forehead against Roy’s.

“It doesn’t have to end,” Roy whispered.

“Ah, but it does. This can never happen again, Roy. As much as I desire you…and you know I do…I’m going to be starting a family now. And this…this wouldn’t be fair to them.”

“You’re right. But then again, you’re always right. I’ve gotten used to it,” Roy said with a smirk.

Hughes leaned in to give Roy another kiss. “The night’s not over yet, though,” he said as he slipped his hand inside the other man’s pants, hoping to give back as much as he had received this night. However, he was sorely disappointed to discover that Roy’s cock was soft and limp in his hand.

Roy chuckled softly. “Don’t take it to heart, my friend. Little Mustang has just had a bit too much to drink, and he can’t get up right now.”

“I hate to leave things so unfinished though,” Hughes said with resignation.

“Tonight was supposed to be about you, Maes. Remember? Anyway, you could always return the favor if I should ever have a bachelor’s party…help me go out with a bang.”

“No pun intended?” Hughes said with a smirk.

“Of course not,” Roy replied with a small smile.

“So…you and I…we’re ok then?” Hughes asked.

“No reason we shouldn’t be,” Roy answered.

“And you’ll still be my best man tomorrow at the wedding?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Thank you, Roy. For everything,” Hughes said. He kissed Roy then, gently at first, but with increasing intensity, until he was kissing him fiercely. He could taste the vague metallic taste of blood on his tongue, and he knew that he had split Roy’s lip with the intensity of the kiss, so he backed off slight and began running his hands over Roy’s body. He touched him everywhere…sliding his fingertips over his face and then smoothing his hands over Roy’s shoulders and chest before working his way down…cupping his groin over the cloth of his pants before sliding all the way down to his feet. He did this several times while Roy stood passive, a tortured look on his face. It was as if he wished to burn the memory of the other man’s body into his own flesh, etching the memory of Roy’s body onto his hands. After too short a time, Hughes pushed himself away, knowing that nothing but frustration could come of doing more when Roy was so clearly not up for the task. With a sigh, he turned away from his lover and began to go about putting his uniform back in order.

Just as Hughes finished refastening the last button on the shirt of his uniform, the stripper from the party walked into the bathroom. She stared at the two officers for a moment, startled to see them there and wondering why both of them looked so guilty.

“You’re missing your own party, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes,” she said with a small smile.

“Ah yes, well we were just headed back,” Hughes said with a curt nod.

As the two men brushed by her to leave, the stripper turned to watch them go. Just as they opened the door to leave, she stepped towards them, a question burning in her mind.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I have to ask…what were you two doing in the women’s restroom?”

Mustang and Hughes both turned to look at the outside of the restroom door. Indeed, even through their blurred vision, they could now see the indistinct outline of a female figure on the door…not a male as they had originally thought. Their jaws dropped, and they muttered apologies about what alcohol can do to a man’s senses before making a quick retreat.

At least now they knew why none of their fellow officers had interrupted them.