Intermission

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Intermission
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (graphic sex, language)
Timeline: None- AU
Summary: Roy and Ed get frisky before and during an opera intermission.
AN: This was my first FMA smutfic- yay!! (MOST CERTAINLY was not my last.)


Intermission


What is this godawful singing?

I think I'm dreaming...

He most certainly wasn't. Ed Elric felt an elbow poke him sharply in the ribs and he let out a loud hiss, which was immediately followed by a series of "shhs" from the seats around him.

"Ouch!" he whispered harshly, glaring at the man sitting next to him.

"You were starting to snore!" Roy Mustang whisper-screamed back.

Ed sighed and looked down at the stage. Why the hell he let Roy talk him into going to an opera was beyond him. Roy hated opera as much as Ed did; the only reason they were there was because they had been invited by one of the town's most prominent citizens and Roy thought it was in his best political interest to go. Ed would have gladly eaten his own automail if he could get out of spending another minute in the theater, but he knew he would never hear the end of it if he snuck out during the intermission.

He blinked sleepily and shook his head. He tried to put his arm on the armrest between him and Roy, but Roy's arm was already firmly gripping it. Ed nudged at him, trying to persuade him to share, to no avail.

Jerk, Ed thought sulkily. I'll just have to make you move.

Ed slowly reached out to Roy's resting right arm and lightly trailed his finger along the length of the other man's forearm. Even through the man's clothing, he felt the clenching of Roy's muscles and smiled to himself.

Almost there.

Ed's left hand reached Mustang's. He began to stroke the man's pinkie with the most deliberate of motions. He smiled again as he heard Roy clear his throat while his eyes remain focused on the stage.

Ed turned his own attention to the stage, even though that was the last thing on his mind. He closed his eyes and concentrated on stroking Roy's hand and fingers, vaguely wondering if he would doze off again.

He should have known better.

His eyes flew open as his brain finally figured out what his body already knew: he was hard.

He was incredibly fucking hard.

Ed shifted in his seat, trying to simultaneously relieve and stimulate the aching throbbing in his pants. Momentarily forgetting about Roy, he curled his hands together and placed them in his lap, wanting to conceal the large, protruding tent in his pants.

If he could just get it to go down, he would be alright. He wasn't a kid anymore, after all. He could control himself. If he could just think about something else- anything else- for a minute, then he could-

He gasped as he felt his hand being pulled away from his groin... and being placed directly over the rock solid protrusion in Roy's own pants.

All logical thought ceased as Roy began to discreetly grind himself against Ed's open palm. Ed glanced around nervously and Roy reassured him with a silent shush. The seats immediately surrounding them were sporadically empty and the theater was quite dark...

Feeling a wave of daring confidence, Ed squeezed his fingers around the outline of Roy's cock, causing the man to involuntarily jerk his hips forward. A low moan fell from his mouth. He squeezed his fingers around Ed's fingers, which were now firmly wrapped around the outline of the shaft of his cock, pumping him as much as the clothing would allow.

Just as Ed was about to pay some much needed attention to his own trapped hardness with his free hand, the lights in the theater came on, signaling intermission. Neither of them had even noticed that the singing had ceased. Both men quickly return their hands to their rightful positions as patrons began to leave their seats, breathing shakily and politely nodding to passersby who acknowledged them.

"Come on," Roy said quickly. He got up and exited the aisle.

Ed stood up and closed his coat, covering his straining erection. Walking was next to impossible, but he hurried to catch up to Roy, who waited for him. They made their way quickly through the throng of people and, after a quick flash of a pass, backstage. Ed was impressed; he supposed hobnobbing with important people did have its privileges.

No one paid them much attention as they blended into the backstage chaos. Walking somewhat uncomfortably, Ed's cock rubbed against the material of his boxers with each step and he could tell that they were all but soaking wet with precum by now, which didn't help matters in the least.

Roy stopped abruptly and Ed almost ran into his back. He opened his mouth to protest when the older man grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an empty prop room. He shut off the light, quickly closed the door behind him, and locked it.

"We can't be in here-!" Ed started to argue before he was slammed against the door. Roy closed in on him with a greedy kiss while grinding his hardness as far into Ed's as his body would allow.

"Mmmm!" Ed moaned into Roy's mouth.

Roy peeled off Ed's coat and tossed it aside. He broke away from Ed's lips. A string of saliva hung between them before falling away. The heat generated by their (not so dry) humping was immense.

Roy then leaned forward and zeroed in on the most sensitive part of Ed's neck, right below his jawline. As he began to gently suck and lick at the spot, Ed threw his head back and grabbed onto the sides of Roy's head.

"Ah... fuck.... fuuuuck....."

He felt Roy's lips curve into a smile against his neck and Ed blushed, knowing that the man loved to hear him curse when they had sex. He couldn't help it; having Roy's hands and mouth all over his body had that effect on him.

Roy grabbed Ed's hips and drove himself hard against Ed's cock, causing him to cry out loud.

"Shhh," Roy whispered into his neck. Ed bit his lip and was faintly aware of the taste of blood. How else was he supposed to be quiet when Roy was doing that to him?

A chill ran through Ed's entire body as Roy thrust again. Ed felt a warning twitch in his cock; he was about to...

He pushed Roy away and unzipped his pants with fumbling fingers. He kicked off a shoe in frustration and quickly stepped out of one leg of his pants. He wanted- needed- Roy inside of him. Nothing else would do.

Roy had already gotten his own pants off while Ed was struggling with his shoe. He pushed Ed against the door again, each of them relishing the feel of their flesh touching the other. Their bare cocks slid wetly against each other; it was almost too much to take.

Roy lifted Ed into the air and pinned him solidly against the back of the door. Ed wrapped his legs around Roy's waist and scooted down a bit, as Roy positioned himself directly beneath Ed's entrance. They were both already so incredibly wet that lubrication was not an issue.

He grabbed onto Ed's hips and slid effortlessly inside him. After a brief moment to regain his composure, Roy used his unlikely strength to slide Ed up and down the length of his cock.

Upon being entered, Ed threw his head against the back of the door. He moaned uncontrollably, clenching his teeth together to subdue any possible screaming. He wrapped his automail arm around Roy's neck and let him bear Ed's full weight completely. Even though the feel of his cock rubbing between both their abdomens was bliss, Ed used his real hand to stroke himself slowly. He felt it building, rising, an eruption that was going to overcome him...

"FUUUUCK!!!" Ed cried out, throwing his head back and banging it on the door again. Some faraway part of his brain registered that he was going to give himself a headache if he kept doing that, but that was the last thing on Ed Elric's mind.

He gave his cock one last pull and he came, long and hard. He did his best to aim the spray in any direction except for up; at this rate, Ed genuinely felt as if it could have hit the ceiling.

On cue, Roy thrust himself upward as hard as he could while driving Ed's body down on his cock as far as it would go. He let out a sharp gasp of air and shuddered as he released himself into Ed's tight body. He felt his knees begin to buckle and he slowly slid Ed down the door and onto the floor, kissing him the entire way, before collapsing in a heap beside him.

For a long while, the room was full of harsh breathing and little else.

"I think the intermission is over," Ed panted.

"I think you're right," Roy smirked. Still, neither of them made any effort to move.

After a few more minutes, the sound of clacking heels and the rattling doorknob brought them to life. They jumped up as they heard a voice out in the hallway wonder why the door was locked.

They took off at the sound of keys and rushed off into the darkness of the room to hide, diving behind a large rack of clothing just as the door swung open and the light came on.

"Hello? Paul? Are you in here?" The voice in the doorway was that of a very angry woman.

"Um... yeah." The man's shaky voice came from the other side of the room.

Roy and Ed looked at each other in horror.

"What took you so long? And why were the lights out? I need that prop now!"

The lovers heard footsteps trudging over to the doorway. Then they heard the clacking heels of the angry woman as she walked away.

Ed covered his crimson face with his hands.

The man, Paul, cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Um... yeah. You guys might want to wait until the show is over to leave. I'll uh... knock... if I have to come back. Um... okay then."

The door closed softly. Roy and Ed emerged from their hiding place and slowly put their clothes back on. Roy began to grin as he zipped his pants.

After a moment, Ed joined him.

"Poor Paul," Roy said.

They sat on the floor. Roy wrapped a nonchalant arm around Ed's shoulders while they waited for the show to come to a close.


The End

AN: This story prompted an entire series of “Poor Paul” stories, where the poor guy has the ‘misfortune’ of always catching Roy and Ed in a variety of acts. (We should all be so unlucky.) Those are now available here.