Wet Gold

Kuragari: So, this is a very short tribute created for my dear dear Den-mama! Told you I’d get this up one day!


Havoc cursed grumpily as he picked his way toward his door. He really should think about cleaning up one of these days. He couldn’t even get to the door without tripping over beer cans, pizza boxes and, DAMN IT! Table! Fuck, why did he always forget about that stupid thing?

After ascertaining that his toes were still intact, Havoc made it the last few feet to the door. Who in their right mind came knocking at two o’clock in the morning!?

Havoc grabbed the door handle and twisting it, non-too gently swung the door open, ready to cuss out whatever shit head had had the bright idea to wake him up! However, his words died in his throat as aqua eyes met trembling gold.

What in the hell was the teen doing out so late… er… early? And why was the eldest Elric completely soaked?

Havoc blinked a few times at Edward as the teen stood shaking on his doorstep, a scowl planted firmly on his face. Havoc’s breath caught.

Ed looked… well… how could he put it delicately… down right fuckable? The teen’s golden hair was down and dripping water around his face. The t-shirt Edward must’ve worn to bed was clinging to him like a second skin… his pants not in much better shape. Not that Havoc minded of course.

“Are you just going to gawk at me, or are you going to let me in!?” Ed demanded angrily, obviously ticked about being kept in the cold hallway. Havoc snapped out of his reverie, hoping like crazy he hadn’t started drooling. Ed’s shirt was doing little to hide the effect the cold was having on his nipples. Havoc moved aside as the disgruntled Elric shoved his way into the apartment.

Havoc’s nose was precariously close to gushing blood as he realized the BACK view of Ed in wet pants was even better. The teen’s pert little ass was practically on display as the blonde started heading for Jean’s bathroom, ignoring the litter in his way.

“Yo, boss,” Havoc started when he managed to get his voice back. He found Ed helping himself to any towel that smelled clean and rubbing furiously at his hair. Havoc couldn’t help the smirk on his face. Ed was adorable.

“Can I ask what brings you to my humble abode at two a.m.?”

A slight growl came from the mass of white fluff and wet gold.

“How about the fucking fact that the jack-asses of the maintenance crew haven’t been doing shit in the dorms!” Ed grouched loudly around chattering teeth.

“Translation, boss,” Havoc sighed. Ed shot him a glare as he started to dry his arms.

“A fucking pipe burst in my dorm… several other ones too. Damn it! All my clothes, towels, my entire bed was fucking soaked! Damn it, they were supposed to fix that drain last week!” The blonde growled out as he continued to furiously rub at his arms and mid section. Havoc’s mouth went dry. The way Ed’s hair held a freshly rumpled look somehow had the phrase ‘just fucked’ flashing in Havoc’s mind. He moved slightly back into the hallway, trying discreetly to block Ed’s view of his steadily growing problem.

“Well, where’s Al?” He asked, realizing for the first time that Ed’s metal shadow wasn’t with him. Ed started scrubbing his legs.

“He told me to get dry and get some sleep while he stayed to help the maintenance crew… shit-lickers!”

Havoc smirked. After all this talking, the Elric had still failed to answer his first question.

“All due respect there Eddie, that still doesn’t explain why I’M up at 2 A.M.” he drawled lazily. Ed glared at him as he started to dry his automail, soaking up the water that had seeped into the gears.

“How about your apartment’s closest to my dorm and it’s fucking twenty degrees outside so I didn’t want to walk forty-five minutes to anyone else’s place,” the blonde growled at him.

“Falman and Fuery are both in the dorms, aren’t they?” Havoc asked, pressing closer to the wall. Ed had just divested himself of his shirt and Havoc’s ‘growing problem’ was now quiet obviously tenting the front of his boxers. God the blond was ripped! Even the scars and automail did nothing to downplay Ed’s figure. If anything, it made the teen look more… exotic. Havoc bit his lip in an attempt to reign in his body. He was so hard that it was all he could do not to start dry humping the wall.

“Yeah, but Fuery’s room got hit too and I don’t really wanna be in the same building as those two when they have an excuse to be alone, let alone the same room,” Ed grumbled. Havoc swallowed hard as Ed seemed to finish up drying himself and slung the towel around his neck.

Jean always forgot that Falman and Fuery were an item; it was such an odd couple.

“Well, I’ll find you something dry to wear, boss,” he said, eager to get away from the younger blonde.

He stood on the other side of his bedroom door trying to calm his breathing and bring his body back under control. The blonde hadn’t always had this effect on the lieutenant, until just recently that is. Ed had celebrated his 18th birthday a few months ago… and it seemed to have flipped a switch in Havoc. Sure, he had always found the raging ball of energy attractive… but he hadn’t allowed himself to dwell on it as Ed had still been just a kid. That was a line Havoc would never cross. But ever since Ed’s birthday, that line had disappeared.

The Fullmetal Alchemist was no longer a kid, and Havoc no longer had anything to hide his feelings behind other than a closed bedroom door.

Once he finally felt steadier, and he was no longer in danger of bursting out of his boxers, Jean moved to his dresser to dig out a clean shirt, spare boxers, and a pair of sleep pants. The items of clothing would undoubtedly dwarf the taller but still not tall blond, and Jean almost smiled at the thought.

Taking an extra moment to make certain his body wouldn’t betray him, Havoc headed back to the bathroom.


Kuragari: ok, so this is going to get fun quick. I’m not planning on making this any longer than three chapters.