Damnably Creative

He was only twenty-six. Really not that far off from having been a teenager himself. He should have been expecting this. And yet, he'd fallen into the trap of all adults; that of underestimating a fifteen-year-old's sex drive once it had been awakened.

Which was why he was currently half-tangled, half bound in the hammock he had been sleeping in, and staring up into the wickedly grinning face of his lover. Glancing off to the side, he bemusedly took note that a couple of feet had been mysteriously added to the height of the fence surrounding the back yard.

"Thought this out, didn't you, Boss?"

"Mm-hmm," the younger blond purred smugly as he settled himself better. "Fixed the hammock so it can't swing far enough to flip, and your landlady won't be back from Xenotime until tomorrow." Ed leaned down nose to nose. "So there won't be any distractions."

He wasn't quite sure which was more of a surprise at the moment; the fact that his lover apparently intented to screw him senseless in a hammock of all places, or the fact that this had obviously been planned down to the last detail. He'd just decided on the latter when the careful restraint that had apparently allowed Ed to think coherently enough to plot this little setup broke.

He gave a thick groan in the back of his throat as the smaller blond pushed him deeper into the ropes and kissed him roughly. The situation was a bit weird, but, hey, always up for something new and all that, and it wasn't like Ed's weird sexual quirks ever went that badly. So it wasn't all that tough of a decision to choose to just go with the flow and let the alchemist do as he wanted.

Despite the sunshine and the mid-summer weather, metal fingers were almost numbingly chilly as they slid up under his shirt and began tracing lines of rib, muscle, and the occasional scar. He groaned again with a shudder, and squirmed just a little, not really sure whether he was trying to escape the cold or arch into it. Either way, Ed took it as encouragement and slid the other hand under his shirt as well, drawing back to lick at his lips with a smile that was almost feline, as was the way fingers began to knead his stomach.

"Mine." The word came out somewhere between a sigh and a growl. He knew this little ritual and followed his memorized part, tilting his head back with a soft moan and baring his throat in feral submission. He rather enjoyed this bit that was almost more carnal than the act of being fucked itself, and shivered in pleasure as teeth and tongue began wandering over the bared area in a small, sweet cycle of causing little bursts of pain and soothing them.

He arched as fingers wandered higher, pushing the cloth of his shirt up as well. Then they hit a slight snag. The hammock ropes that kept him from retaliating also kept Ed from getting his clothes off. Something that didn't exactly make the smaller blond happy, judging by the irritated huff and the way Ed sat back with a look of slight frustration on his face. He opened his mouth to suggest possibly untying him long enough for him to get undressed, but the words he'd been about to say were twisted into a near wail as the energy of a transmutation skittered across his skin, deconstructing the fabric.

When the light faded, he was shaking, panting, completely nude, and desperately hard. Fuck, he'd never expected something like that to feel so utterly fucking good. And, judging by his lover's startled expression, Ed hadn't either. Something in his chest froze when, like a cloud moving away from the sun, a slow look of understanding and devious glee spread across the teenager's face.

"You liked that, didn't you?"

"Ed..."

"Shh."

A mouth covered his before he could turn his head away, and the only warning he got was the sound of a clap before the heat and static feeling exploded between his legs. The howl he made as he writhed was muffled by the other blond's mouth and, like before, the transmutation was stopped before it was enough to get him off. Oh, God... He'd had to say yes to someone who was both creative and had a sadistic streak.

He whined pleadingly into Ed's mouth, and the alchemist pulled back after a brief sweep of tongue along parted lips. "You want to come so badly right now, don't you?"

"Yes..." He managed to choke between gasps, before whimpering as fingers slid along his cock.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

His voice held a strangled note as he automatically bucked his hips in an attempt to get more contact. "God, yes..."

Gold eyes sparked in hunger before the smaller blond leaned down to lick at his neck. He struggled weakly against the bindings, so very close to screaming and begging, when he heard the small pop of a jar being opened.

He whimpered as cool, slick fingers probed between his legs and began the preparations. Worse was the fact that Ed chose that moment to rock back on his knees in the hammock and continue the near torture by flicking the tip of his tongue against the underside of his cock, drawing a pained moan.

God, he didn't know where the kid had picked up this sort of thing. Ed would have been the last person he would have ever pegged as a hedonist, yet here they were, the alchemist toying with his physical sensations with a skill and delight that would have put professionals to shame. "Ed..."

"Shh."

He shuddered as the fingers inside him were pulled away. "Please..."

"Shh."

As always, the first thrust was achingly slow and drawn out, straining the nerves of them both before a hard pace was set. The hammock made it hard to get a rhythm, but Ed managed, slightly erratic as it was. Flesh fingers squeezed at his cock as metal ones dug into his hip. Ed's mouth was everywhere, all sharp nips and gentle licks, and gasping, heavy moans that mixed with his own.

After the torment from earlier, it wasn't long before his body was shuddering and near convulsing in the throes of orgasm, his choked scream cut off by a fierce kiss. Above him and inside him, his lover went rigid, before coming hard. Still locked in the kiss, Ed nearly bit through his lower lip in an attempt to muffle his own harsh sound of release. But he didn't care. Oh, fuck he didn't care.

Ed lifted himself up just long enough to pull out of him and return the hammock to normal before collapsing into him. "That...was very good."

He made a faint hum of agreement as he slid his arms around his equally exhausted lover and began tracing nondescript patterns on the smaller blond's spine. Maybe, he mused to himself, Ed's little sadistic streak wasn't so bad, if it lead to sessions like this