Rules and Preconceived Notions

Rules and Preconceived Notions

Roy closed the door behind him. Ed’s confession couldn’t have been more unexpected. Really, who would have thought it? The Fullmetal Alchemists, one of the most sought-after officers and bachelors, and Roy’s first boyfriend was a virgin.

Ed was twenty, had been in the military eight years, had dated Russell Tringham for nearly one. How the teen could still be a virgin after all that was beyond Roy.

Roy Mustang just didn’t date virgins. That first time is important and sets the tone for all intimate relations to come, and that was a hell of a lot of pressure.

But then again, Roy Mustang didn’t date men either. And Ed certainly had taken that rule and thrown it out of the window, like so many of Roy’s rules on dating.

It had been awkward as hell checking out books on sex between two men from the library when he and Ed first started dating. He’d never needed a book to get tips, but Roy realized as he read how little he actually knew, and how many of the important details are left out when a fellow military man tells you of a time in foxhole when he and his war buddy resorted to using one another for release.

And now, tonight, after the major general gave his very first blowjob, Ed had dropped the biggest bombshell of their relationship square on him.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever done that,” Ed had said, running a hand through Roy’s hair—he liked to do touch Roy’s hair. “It was… wow.”

“You’ve never gotten head before?” Roy had asked a little too bluntly.

“No,” he had admitted. “I’ve never done much of anything before, except a handjob and a little rubbing against one another.”

“You’ve never…?” Roy had asked, his voice failing him as he sat upright.

The blond had shaken his head. “There was never time and with Russell, it wasn’t quite right.”

“And with me?”

“It feels right,” Ed had said. Then with a smirk, he’d added, “You feel capable of keeping up with me in bed, Old Man?”

It wasn’t the keeping up that was Roy’s concern. His libido and body were more than capable. Honestly, his concern was how to make it feel good or how to get himself accustomed to the idea—Roy wasn’t foolish enough to think Ed would be a regular bottom or a bottom at all.

The major general made his way to the bedroom. He was still somewhat hard, as Ed had fallen asleep only moments after their conversation. While he’d considered just taking care of the problem while he was at the younger man’s apartment, Roy decided that it might be a better idea to experiment.

He stripped himself of his clothes and opened the bedside drawer. He pulled out the tube he was looking for and popped the cap off of the yet unused item.

Roy had always used oil for himself, but as this was thicker and more substantial, it had seemed like a better idea for penetration. Roy winced at that. No matter how many books he read, he couldn’t imagine anything pleasurable with the phrase “male penetration.”

Roy laid down on the bed, taking a pillow to place under his hips, just as he’d do for Ed. He squeezed the tube of lube, leaving a dollop of the substance on his hand. He smeared it over his fingers, then onto both hands.

He closed his eyes, tracing his fingertips over his inner thighs as he’d do for his lover. Roy, knowing what was to come, parted his legs more than before. Simultaneously, he imagined Ed in this position in front of him and yet pictured himself spread eagle before the young man.

A few touches to both the growing erection and sac would be necessary. Not to do that for the teen’s first time would be cruel. The lube-slicked fingers felt odd against his privates, thicker, greasier than the oil he had accustomed himself to.

He then trailed his hand further down his crack, seeking out his opening. The gentle prodding would help to ease Ed; he knew that much.

Roy hissed at the sensation of his own finger rubbing along that puckered entrance. Never before had he had the desire to touch there, no matter how much he’d heard it could feel good. Now, he realized the nerves that sent little sensations of pleasure through his body had been ignored much too long. This would definitely become a part of his self-pleasuring routine.

He grunted as his middle finger continued to rub and seek out new sensations. He envied Ed to feel this for the first time at another’s hand.

He wondered if it would feel incredibly different to have someone else doing to him as he was doing to himself. Roy groaned as he slipped his finger inside. Ed’s were smaller, but more calloused. Would that make it more or less painful? Or would it just be a different kind of pain?

It took some time to adjust to the sensation of the finger that was slowly wiggling inside him, but the alchemist had to admit that it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling. It was strange more than anything. However, he knew that realistically, this wasn’t the size of what he was. Even what Ed was. It would take more than a single finger to adjust for that.

With resolve, Roy moved another finger inside, and it stung. He winced, tears coming to his eyes. He couldn’t hurt Ed like this. Sex was supposed to be about pleasure. He simply couldn’t do this to Ed. Not for his first time.

But Roy did manage to finally get his index finger inside next to his middle. By the time he had succeeded, he was grunting and breathing heavy. It took some time to get accustomed to the second finger, and once he had, Roy began to thrust it inside with the other, further and further, curling, wiggling until he discovered what surely made this all so good.

His hips bucked upwards and though his eyes were closed, he was certain he’d be blinded by the stars flashing in front of them. A half-sigh, half moan left his lips. He tried again for that same spot, thrusting, almost forgetting that he could increase his pleasure by pumping his own member. It would certainly provide a better image of doing this to Ed

He wrapped his other hand around his straining erection, pumping it up and down, in steady rhythm. Ed would be tight. He was certain of that.

And with thoughts of Ed, he found his right hand now becoming more forceful. Ed would certainly be that. And demanding, he’d want to continue, to stretch Roy more. He was still young, a virgin. He’d be eager.

With that, Roy managed to slowly press the third, agonizingly painful finger into himself, a bit too soon for as inexperienced as he was with this aspect of intercourse. The three fingers began pumping, and long forgotten were any ideas of continuing to stretch himself. He was lost in pleasure. He was trying to repeatedly find that place inside, tried to strike it with more success than he really thought that Ed would.

His legs were parted wantonly by this point. He struck his prostate far too often, pumped himself in time with each thrust and was nearing his completion.

Roy’s mind was lost in images of himself beneath his smaller lover, feeling the heated, tanned flesh rubbing over his, the feeling of Ed inside of him. He already knew what Ed looked like when lost in lust, head thrown back, eyes half-closed. It was a beautiful sight that was easy to impose over the scene of the empty room. He could easily imagine the teen as he thrust into Roy, losing control of himself. Ed’s hands would grip Roy’s hips to hold him in place, leaving bruises on each hip, but darker ones on Roy’s left side.

The muscles in Roy’s legs strained as they continued to part further as there was no body of a lover to wrap themselves around. His body wasn’t meant for this, but yet it was trying so hard to open itself completely. And that wasn’t even considering how much he was trying to thrust into his hand and push back down on his fingers. Somewhere in the middle of his fantasy of Ed, he half-realized that he nearly pulled something.

“Ed,” he whispered into silence of his room. “Uh, damn it… Ed.”

He could feel the tingling pleasure gathering at his stomach, pooling there as he was nearing his climax. He was moaning loudly into the room, his imagined lover of course would be just as close. He had seen Ed’s face mid-coitus, and to think that he would see that expression again beneath a curtain of blond hair hovering over him finally sent Roy over the edge.

With a scream that strained his throat, he cried out, “Edwaaard!”

He came, harder than he could ever remember before withdrawing his slicked fingers from inside his body and around his member.

He was breathing heavily by this point, and had he been standing up, he’d have fallen right back down as a realization hit him. Though he had not been present at all to do it, Ed had shattered yet another of Roy’s preconceived notions about being in a relationship.

“Shit!” he said, in a raspy voice. “I’m a uke.”