A Late Lunch
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A Late Lunch
Title: A Late Lunch
Pairing: one-sided Fuery/Havoc, Havoc/Roy
Spoilers: none
A Late Lunch
Kain Fuery looked at the clock on the wall, nearly kicking himself as he did. He’d missed the first part of lunch, as it was now 1:00, and all that would be left would be the standard fair: sandwiches, hotdogs, and if he was lucky, some overly done leftovers from the noon rush. Kain’s stomach wasn’t particularly fond of any of these options, not that he was exactly a connoisseur.
Still, the lack of food options wasn’t his problem. It was going to lunch when he was there.
Standing in front of the small cafeteria on the lowest floor of the central office, Kain checked inside, not seeing him and feeling incredibly relieved. He couldn’t even imagine what the man would think if he knew. Just the thought of it brought heat to Kain’s cheeks. He could never let him…
“Hey Fuery,” the young sergeant heard, then felt a heavy arm on his shoulders. “Forget to come down at noon?”
“Um… yeah.” He was here, Jean Havoc was here.
“It shouldn’t be too bad. If you can stomach sauerkraut and pork, they still have some that’s pretty fresh from the lunch rush. Not a popular dish.” Havoc took a drag on a rapidly shrinking cigarette.
Actually, Kain figured he could manage that, but he knew that wasn’t what Havoc would get. No, he wouldn’t make it that easy on the younger man. He never did.
With Havoc at his side, guiding him into the line, Kain wet his lips just before saying he’d take the day’s special. The woman behind the counter smiled and dished out a steaming plate of sauerkraut, pork, mashed potatoes and corn. Even if it was more appealing than a sandwich, Kain knew it would lay like a brick in his stomach for the rest of the day.
“Hello, Lieutenant,” the woman said, “what will it be today?”
“Hot dogs, I think.”
Damn it. Why not peanut butter and jelly or turkey and cheese? Why hot dogs?
“Come on, we’ll grab a table.”
Kain only nodded in response, feeling his mouth grow incredibly dry.
“At least we’ve got our pick. It’s why I don’t bother with the noon rush. I might be a military dog, but I don’t want to fight for my food like one.”
They sat at one of the round, white tables, Kain absentmindedly piling the sauerkraut on his potatoes, as he’d done since childhood. Havoc merely snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray at the center of the table before he picked up one of the hotdogs. “You know,” he said, “you’d think that they’d order the same size buns for the dogs. Last week, I think they were trying to serve these on hoagie rolls, and now there’s hardly enough bread there for me to hold onto.”
As he spoke, a bit of mustard started to gather at the bottom of the thing, forcing Havoc to pull the hotdog quickly to his mouth to catch the would-be drop with his tongue, running the pink organ along the underside of the piece of questionable meat. Again, Kain swallowed, feeling as though his entire throat had been lined with cotton.
“Really,” Havoc said, “I should just learn to eat these things plain. I stained my uniform up something terrible last time.” There was a quick suck on the end, to ensure that no more of the condiment ran down onto him, before Havoc tentatively bit at the tip. “Fuery, is there something wrong with your food?”
“Huh?”
“You haven’t touched it, except to pile it all up on top of your potatoes.”
“Oh, just letting it cool down.”
“This time of day, the food’s usually cool enough. You let it cool any more, it will be flat-out cold.” Kain nodded and attempted to take his first bite, again watching Havoc with the hotdog. Despite the fact that the man was rapidly making the first of his two hotdogs disappear, biting the thing and occasionally cleaning up potential messes with his tongue, Kain began to wonder if he would be capable of standing up any time soon without embarrassing himself.
Kain had only managed a few bites before Havoc had finished the first, moving to his drink, that same tongue darting out to the straw just a fraction of a second before the rest of the mouth made it there, his mouth toying with the little plastic tube before releasing it. Eventually, he returned to the other hotdog, repeating the process of licking and nibbling, even throwing in a bit of sucking to the point it made the younger man feel like he was going to explode.
Then, with a wink, Havoc rose from the table, said something about seeing Kain later, and put his dishes in the window of the dishroom.
********
“Well, did you enjoy your lunch?” Mustang asked as Jean entered his office.
“Just fine. I actually had company,” Jean leaned against the corner of the colonel’s desk, back to the older man. “Fuery was there.”
“Really? I didn’t think I saw him when I went down earlier.”
“I ordered hot dogs.”
“That’s really unfair,” Jean heard Mustang say behind him. “You know he has a crush on you.”
“Like you don’t egg Ed on.” Havoc looked over his shoulder at the now-standing colonel.
“I only do that because I’ve always enjoyed playing with fire, and his temper’s worse than any fire, real or literal.”
“Well, sue me, I enjoyed messing with Fuery just a bit.”
Jean felt a nibbling on his neck. “As long as you mess with me a bit, too, I guess I can’t get too jealous.” The blond reached a hand up to the dark head at his shoulder, running his fingers through the silky black hair. “Want to show me a bit of what you did at lunch?”
Havoc turned his head and captured his commanding officer’s mouth, answering only with mischievous grin, seeing it mirrored in the dark eyes opposite his own.
Pairing: one-sided Fuery/Havoc, Havoc/Roy
Spoilers: none
A Late Lunch
Kain Fuery looked at the clock on the wall, nearly kicking himself as he did. He’d missed the first part of lunch, as it was now 1:00, and all that would be left would be the standard fair: sandwiches, hotdogs, and if he was lucky, some overly done leftovers from the noon rush. Kain’s stomach wasn’t particularly fond of any of these options, not that he was exactly a connoisseur.
Still, the lack of food options wasn’t his problem. It was going to lunch when he was there.
Standing in front of the small cafeteria on the lowest floor of the central office, Kain checked inside, not seeing him and feeling incredibly relieved. He couldn’t even imagine what the man would think if he knew. Just the thought of it brought heat to Kain’s cheeks. He could never let him…
“Hey Fuery,” the young sergeant heard, then felt a heavy arm on his shoulders. “Forget to come down at noon?”
“Um… yeah.” He was here, Jean Havoc was here.
“It shouldn’t be too bad. If you can stomach sauerkraut and pork, they still have some that’s pretty fresh from the lunch rush. Not a popular dish.” Havoc took a drag on a rapidly shrinking cigarette.
Actually, Kain figured he could manage that, but he knew that wasn’t what Havoc would get. No, he wouldn’t make it that easy on the younger man. He never did.
With Havoc at his side, guiding him into the line, Kain wet his lips just before saying he’d take the day’s special. The woman behind the counter smiled and dished out a steaming plate of sauerkraut, pork, mashed potatoes and corn. Even if it was more appealing than a sandwich, Kain knew it would lay like a brick in his stomach for the rest of the day.
“Hello, Lieutenant,” the woman said, “what will it be today?”
“Hot dogs, I think.”
Damn it. Why not peanut butter and jelly or turkey and cheese? Why hot dogs?
“Come on, we’ll grab a table.”
Kain only nodded in response, feeling his mouth grow incredibly dry.
“At least we’ve got our pick. It’s why I don’t bother with the noon rush. I might be a military dog, but I don’t want to fight for my food like one.”
They sat at one of the round, white tables, Kain absentmindedly piling the sauerkraut on his potatoes, as he’d done since childhood. Havoc merely snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray at the center of the table before he picked up one of the hotdogs. “You know,” he said, “you’d think that they’d order the same size buns for the dogs. Last week, I think they were trying to serve these on hoagie rolls, and now there’s hardly enough bread there for me to hold onto.”
As he spoke, a bit of mustard started to gather at the bottom of the thing, forcing Havoc to pull the hotdog quickly to his mouth to catch the would-be drop with his tongue, running the pink organ along the underside of the piece of questionable meat. Again, Kain swallowed, feeling as though his entire throat had been lined with cotton.
“Really,” Havoc said, “I should just learn to eat these things plain. I stained my uniform up something terrible last time.” There was a quick suck on the end, to ensure that no more of the condiment ran down onto him, before Havoc tentatively bit at the tip. “Fuery, is there something wrong with your food?”
“Huh?”
“You haven’t touched it, except to pile it all up on top of your potatoes.”
“Oh, just letting it cool down.”
“This time of day, the food’s usually cool enough. You let it cool any more, it will be flat-out cold.” Kain nodded and attempted to take his first bite, again watching Havoc with the hotdog. Despite the fact that the man was rapidly making the first of his two hotdogs disappear, biting the thing and occasionally cleaning up potential messes with his tongue, Kain began to wonder if he would be capable of standing up any time soon without embarrassing himself.
Kain had only managed a few bites before Havoc had finished the first, moving to his drink, that same tongue darting out to the straw just a fraction of a second before the rest of the mouth made it there, his mouth toying with the little plastic tube before releasing it. Eventually, he returned to the other hotdog, repeating the process of licking and nibbling, even throwing in a bit of sucking to the point it made the younger man feel like he was going to explode.
Then, with a wink, Havoc rose from the table, said something about seeing Kain later, and put his dishes in the window of the dishroom.
********
“Well, did you enjoy your lunch?” Mustang asked as Jean entered his office.
“Just fine. I actually had company,” Jean leaned against the corner of the colonel’s desk, back to the older man. “Fuery was there.”
“Really? I didn’t think I saw him when I went down earlier.”
“I ordered hot dogs.”
“That’s really unfair,” Jean heard Mustang say behind him. “You know he has a crush on you.”
“Like you don’t egg Ed on.” Havoc looked over his shoulder at the now-standing colonel.
“I only do that because I’ve always enjoyed playing with fire, and his temper’s worse than any fire, real or literal.”
“Well, sue me, I enjoyed messing with Fuery just a bit.”
Jean felt a nibbling on his neck. “As long as you mess with me a bit, too, I guess I can’t get too jealous.” The blond reached a hand up to the dark head at his shoulder, running his fingers through the silky black hair. “Want to show me a bit of what you did at lunch?”
Havoc turned his head and captured his commanding officer’s mouth, answering only with mischievous grin, seeing it mirrored in the dark eyes opposite his own.