Graceful Slide

Title: Graceful Slide
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
A/N: A little bit different from my usual stuff, just for the hell of it :)

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Roy can claim otherwise all he likes, Ed thinks sourly, but whether or not the General wants to admit it, he is not right one hundred percent of the time, and he does not always know Ed 'better than Ed knows himself.'

No matter what the General says, Ed doesn't like to kiss the bastard first thing in the morning.

Join him in the shower, sure. Roy complains about that, stupidly, in Ed's opinion - he should be grateful Ed is up and willing to sneak into the bathroom naked, not complaining that Ed needs more sleep, shouldn't stay up so late reading, shouldn't still be awake.

Nobody should be awake right now, it's six in the fucking morning, Ed thinks a little sourly as Roy skewers him with a glance, runs an obviously judgmental thumb over the slight circles beneath Ed's eyes. Thinks, but doesn't say - Roy might claim to be the master strategist in this relationship, but Ed knows the General just as well (or better) than Roy claims to know Ed, and he certainly knows exactly what conversation that snide comment would lead to, from the single eye rolling dramatically to the remark about how honest men work for a living, thank you very much, to the part where Ed would retort that nothing about Roy is honest, yadda-yadda, so on and so forth, they've been that way before. He doesn't want routine right now, he's standing here willingly facing the spray and his lover's beastly morning breath because he does want something different, and so instead Ed grabs the soap and offers to rub Roy down.

Of course, the General sees through that immediately. He declines with a quirk of the lips and an outstretched palm.

"No time," he claims, though Ed knows for a fact the bastard always plans more time than necessary to comb his hair just so, slap on the aftershave, fuss with his eye patch until Ed wants to scream, it's just a scar, what's so wrong with it, if someone has a problem with it then I'll punch them for you. A brief moment of tension. Ed realizes his lover is staring at him, a little concerned, and Ed sticks out his tongue in response.

"You don't know how to prioritize, then," Ed says with a calculated smirk.

And there's that exaggerated eye roll, exactly on cue. Ed takes advantage of Roy's momentary distraction to press the man back against the shower wall, and his normal hand snakes down between Roy's legs, proving once again that there is no god, because if there was one, surely He would have planned for Ed's hand to always be between Roy's legs.

"Edward..." Roy hisses but he doesn't even pretend to fight it. He is still half-hard from the morning and Ed cups his hand over his lover's cock with authority.

"Don't you 'Edward' me," Ed says and flattens himself against the man's front, trapping his arm neatly between them. The easy, no-nonsense way; the way he has always been. Roy says otherwise but Ed has sense, he has control - he sees what he wants and he goes in and takes it, and if Roy has a problem with that the door is aways open. So he tells himself, and so he slides his over Roy's cock possessively, the roar of the shower mixing in with the man's suddenly much heavier breathing.

In all the months they have been together now, Roy has yet to take that door.

The general tilts his head back and opens his mouth into the shower, high above Ed's head. It kind of irritates him and he tugs harder, feels the noise Roy makes vibrate through the man's chest. He likes Roy's cock, it's longer than his but he can forgive it that because it's Roy's cock, endlessly fascinating. He's not sure he'll ever forgive Roy for still being taller. There's a part of him that wanted to come back a truly changed man; grown in all ways and finally able to look his C.O. in the eye, spit in his face, tell him "there man, I did it!" He'll never get that luxury because Roy still towers above him, though surely this, this counts for something.

Roy makes another soft little sound, and he braces himself not to shiver, because he was making a point here.

Here it comes, the slow, inexorable slide. It's hard to stand up when someone has a hand working on your cock, Ed is very much aware of that, and if there's one thing Ed likes to pride himself on at six in the morning, it's that he's never too tired to push all Roy's buttons in just the right way. The man's back is up against the shower wall and Ed watches, breath catching a little in his throat, as Roy just melts down it. Those strong legs spread willingly. Those big hands scrabble faintly for purchase. Ed shoves one of his own legs between Roy's as the General's continue to buckle, and he hums, pleased, that he's now supporting the idiot's weight. Roy wraps his arms around Ed's shoulders, leaning on him heavily. It puts a kink in Ed's back (one of many, he's used to it) to have to hold him up, but he's strong enough for this.

Roy used to always hover over him and Al, protecting them, and now here he's wearing his old C.O. like a blanket, and Ed does shiver this time but at least he's sure Roy's in no state to notice.

Fuck, he loves this part. Roy's right to be vain about his skin, Ed thinks; it's smooth and pale and clear and just fucking beautiful. Roy's wrapped around him so tight now, that he's practically asking for his neck to be leeched onto, bending his head forward over Ed's shoulder like that. Ed does exactly that, licking along the side of the man's taut neck, sucking hard whenever he thinks it might get him a coveted moan. Roy turns his face in a little more toward Ed's head, and his right ear is suddenly filled with nothing but the sound of the man's harsh, rasping breath, the little whines Roy chokes off and pretends he doesn't make.

You DO make sounds, you bastard, I know you, Ed thinks, shuddering; he has to shift his feet a little to make sure he's still got all of Roy's weight. Roy's left arm is wrapped tightly around his shoulders and his right arm is curled tightly around his waist, hand grasping hard the crest of Ed's ass, and Ed feels that rush like nothing else because Roy's begging him to finish him, with every inch of his body if not in words.

Beautiful skin. Beautiful tension. Ed works Roy's cock twice as fast and fights his own need to buck as Roy starts thrusting desperately, and then, with a groan of grateful epiphany, comes all over both of them in a great spurting flood.

The shower continues droning on, same as ever, and rains down between them to wash the stickiness away.

Roy just sags against him, his one good eye fluttering shut; he is visibly trembling and Ed wonders if Roy can stand on his own right now, if maybe he'd just collapse in a heap. His own groin is aching but he leaves it alone.

Some moments are meant to just be shared and savored, and Ed will fight himself, would fight all enemies, if it means this one can last that much later.

Roy stirs a little against him and tries to lift his head up.

"Have to get to work," the General says distantly, but his delivery seems rather lacking in the conviction department. Ed nuzzles the side of Roy's neck proudly, resists the urge to laugh.

"Sure," he murmurs, and lets Roy pull back just a bit. He strokes the man's cheek, his ruined eye, briefly. "Just give me one more thing."

Roy swears up and down that he reads Ed like a book in this relationship. Ed hopes that that's true, at least for right now. Roy's face, brought low by how he's leaning on Ed, is very near and Ed smiles right at him -- his absolutely most honest expression.

Now is when he most likes to kiss Roy, and he hopes that maybe, someday, Roy will understand that.

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::it's the way you move your hands / and it's the way you understand::