Big Boy
Big Boy
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Big Boy
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When the
drawer slammed shut on his fingers,
snatched his hand to his chest and hissed sharply.
“What
happened?”
Elric was shuffling through some papers on one of the small tables in his
office, then glanced down at his hand.
would have been much worse had he not been wearing his gloves.
“Nothing...”
he muttered. Like he was going to tell Ed
that he’d smashed his fingers in a drawer...
“No
really,” Ed said, getting up and walking over.
He looked slightly concerned.
“Your face is turning red.” From
the pain or the embarrassment of the situation, or both
“Nothing,”
Ed walked around his desk. The teen
looked down at the half open drawer, then to where
one of his lips twitched.
Alright,
so Ed had figured it out, not a big deal.
At least he had the decency to not laugh outright at him.
they learn to control themselves... Not
that he considered Ed to be completely an adult, but at eighteen he’d mellowed
quite a bit.
“I’ve
done that before,” Ed said, as if trying to sympathize with him.
it?
the retort. Ed becoming more mature had
forced him to cut back on his goading of the kid, but old habits died hard and
they both still had their fair share of squabbling.
Holding
out a hand, Ed smiled and said, “Give me your hand.”
“No thank
you,”
with all the dignity he could muster. “I
think I’ll wallow in my misery by myself.”
“Okay...”
Ed drawled, then knelt on the floor beside him before
putting his hands behind his back. “Hold
out your hand. I won’t touch it with
mine.”
“Why...”
“When I
was a kid, my mother always kissed our booboos better.
helped.”
“You’re going to kiss my
fingers?” Now this was a scenario
he’d encounter.
“Something
like that...” Ed said smoothly.
hand away.”
He stared
deeply into Ed’s golden eyes—unwavering and determined.
his? Ed was often spontaneous and did
some of the craziest things, but this was just a little more off kilter than
normal.
“I won’t
hurt you...” Ed whispered, deepening
surprise. If he didn’t know better, he’d
almost think Ed was coming on to him...
But that was ridiculous... wasn’t it?
As if in
a trance,
stretched his gloved hand out to Ed and held it there.
embrace, it seemed to hurt even more.
For a moment, Ed simply stared at it, then moved in and gently fixed his
teeth on the glove at the end of
middle finger.
He pulled
back and inched the glove forward before moving to the pointer finger, then to
the ring finger, then to the pinky.
After pulling the glove from the thumb, Ed returned to the middle finger,
paused to glance up at Roy, then slowly pulled the glove all the way off; never
taking his gaze from him. Ed sat there
for a moment with the glove hanging out of his mouth, then slowly opened his
mouth and let it drop.
Ed moved
his gaze down to
knuckles. The area was starting to swell
slightly and a light purplish bruise was forming around the marks.
When Ed
leaned in the movement caught
eye and his gaze returned to Ed; who was now kissing the tip of each
finger. He was suddenly aware of how his
breathing was quickening, his heart pounding, and he felt...
Ed
positioned himself so that his head was over
where they’d been smashed before slowly sticking out his tongue and running it
wetly over them.
Transfixed. Yes, that was the word.
felt transfixed. He didn’t think he’d be
able to move his gaze away even if he wanted to.
The
increased heat to the already fevered fingers did nothing to take away the
pain, but what Ed was doing felt so deliciously good and the pleasure and the
pain mixed together to form a completely different sensation.
Ed lifted
his eyes up to Roy’s as he slipped his tongue between Roy’s fingers and slowly dragged
it along the inside of the fingers before moving it in-between another
set.
to where the fingers joined the hand.
His tongue pushed gently against the tender skin in a suggestive manner,
and
had the urge to cross his legs and hide what he knew was becoming a rather
obvious erection.
Dragging his
tongue back to the tip of Roy’s middle finger, Ed opened his mouth and slipped
the finger slowly between his lips and Roy gave an almost inaudible whimper at
feeling that one digit taken inside of Ed’s mouth—so warm... so wet.
wasn’t sure if it was the low, and almost imperceptible, moan Ed gave, or the
way his tongue massaged his finger with each movement, but at that moment his
mouth dropped slightly, giving each quick and shallow breath just a tad more
air than he could have gotten only through his nose.
Finally,
Ed pulled back, letting the finger slide wetly from his mouth, and whispered,
“Feel better?”
his head slightly. He had no words for
what had just happened. One moment
before everything was as it always had been, the next
his eighteen-year-old subordinate was licking and sucking suggestively at his
fingers.
Ed smiled
a small smile, then his eyes flickered down to
looked back up into his eyes. “Let me
know if there’s anything else I can help you with... Colonel...”
heart attack now. Despite Ed’s rise in
maturity, he’d never bothered referring to him by rank.
by another’s volition and not his own,
eyes moved quickly over Ed’s body; his most base and animalistic urges sizing
him up as if needing to know if he’d make a suitable mate.
“What...?”
that was all that he could get out. His
brain was on overdrive, his hand tingled, and his whole body felt sensitive and
prickly.
Ed picked
up his papers, and started toward the door.
He opened it, then looked at
“I’m a
big boy now,” Ed said. “Just thought I’d
let you know.”
His smile
widened into a feral grin and then he was gone; leaving
and wanting more.
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