Waiting: Mother Arc: Chapter 8.5

Ed hurried through his evening routine, finishing with his teeth and shucking his boxers before leaving the bathroom. Neither of them had to be up horribly early the next morning, Winry was finally in Central instead of in the guest room downstairs, and dammit, he'd been sitting on this since Friday.

Roy was focused on changing and didn't seemed to take notice of the other man coming up behind him. Ed put a hand on his arm to stop him from lifting the pajamas shirt. His other arm he snaked around the older man's waist and flattened his hand against his stomach, grinning when the bare skin twitched at the feel of the cool metal. "You didn't forget, did you?" he purred into the back of his neck.

Roy lowered the pajamas back into the dresser and leaned his head back against his smaller lover. "Oh, I hadn't forgotten, Love. Just waiting for you to bring it up."

Smug bastard. Ed growled and nipped the muscle that ran from shoulder to neck, then licked to soothe the bite. "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are when you're throwing flames?" The automail had warmed up some by now, so he slid it downward, past the waistband of his pants, and gently cupped his lover's manhood. He still didn't understand why Roy got so turned on by the automail, but there was no denying the reaction it got, and tonight was no exception. Roy drew his breath in sharply and pressed himself into the metal hand.

"You probably do, you're such an egoist," Ed continued, carefully kneading the other man's growing arousal. If Winry only knew how he was putting the extra sensitivity she'd worked so hard on to use. "Fucking arrogant, fucking sexy bastard."

"Ed. . . ."

He withdrew his hand and pushed the pajama pants down, stooping to get them past his thighs. He rubbed against the taller man's back as he straightened, sliding his hands up his legs to his hips, and then nudging him to turn around. "All that control . . . it's just fucking sexy."

Roy let out a startled laugh as he stepped out of his pajamas and turned to face his lover. "That's what you focus on?"

"Of course." He slid the eye patch away and dropped it on the dresser, then tangled his flesh hand in the thick, dark hair. "Blowing shit up is easy. It's not blowing it up that's hard."

He chuckled, his arms wrapped loosely around the smaller man. "You're right, of course. But that's not what most people notice."

"Of course I'm right." Edward stood on tip-toe and pressed his lips next to the scar that ran across the other man's cheek, to a spot he knew was sensitive. "But you're what makes that control sexy," he breathed.

Roy hummed, low in the back of his throat, and turned his head to catch Ed's mouth in a heated kiss.

Ed walked them back a few steps, then twisted, expertly throwing the larger man onto the bed. He smirked at the startled expression and went to retrieve the lube from the bedside table, taking a moment to admire the sprawled form before him. He knew his lover was making discreet visits to the gym. He found the vanity amusing, but that didn't keep him from admiring the results.

Roy arranged himself into a lounge, managing to look at if he'd intended to be there all along. The smirk he gave the younger man as he climbed onto the bed only heightened his desire to fuck him through the mattress.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget what control is," Ed growled, crawling up between the older man's legs and planting his hands on either side of his abdomen.

"Is that so?"

"You just wait." He gave him a predatory grin, then dipped his head, dragging his tongue up the line of his ribcage to his chest. He kissed his way to a nipple, clamping his teeth around the nub for a moment before licking and sucking.

Roy's hands were in his hair, but not clutching, and his breathing had hitched, but wasn't erratic or gasping. Good, but not good enough.

The young man kissed higher, and nipped his collar bone, before lying full length against his lover and sucking at the base of his neck as he ground their erections together.

"Ed—ah, Love—"

Better.

Ed smirked against his neck before pushing back to admire his handiwork. Roy's pale skin marked so easily, something Ed took great delight in. He was just glad the uniforms had high collars, or else Roy might make him stop.

He gave one last thrust of his hips, and then sat back on his heels. The other man's fingers trailed through his hair, lingering a moment at the ends before lowering to the bed.

"You may make the edges fray a bit, Love," Roy said, his expression heated but contained, "but do you really think you'll be able to make me lose control entirely?"

"That sounds like a challenge, Colonel Bastard."

He smirked. "If that's how you take it."

Ed smirked back, hooking his hands beneath the older man's thighs and pushing his knees up. "You know me, Colonel. I never back down from a challenge."

"Oh, I do know." His hands caught the younger man's. "My Fullmetal."

He was held in that dark gaze for a moment, before he deliberately slipped his hands away and picked up the lube. The only way Ed would be able to make him lose control was if Ed kept his, and control was something the bastard had always been too good at making him lose.

While his hands were busy with the tube, he nuzzled the inside of one pale thigh, nipping the tender skin just hard enough to make the thigh jump, before turning to the man's groin. He nosed through the scratchy hair, and then mouthed the sack. A small hitch to the other man's breath encouraged him, and he sucked gently for a moment before sitting up, earning a soft moan.

Fingers well lubed, he replaced the cap and set the small tube to one side. "You think your control's so strong?" Very deliberately, Ed curled his right hand around the older man's erection, sliding the metal fingers up to the head and applying just enough pressure. Roy gasp, albeit quietly. "Nothing's so strong it can't be broken."

"Prove it, Love," he husked, his single eye full of lust but also challenge. "Prove it."

"Gladly."

With the fingers of his left hand he toyed with the other man's entrance, pressing against it with one or two fingers only to draw back again, while he slowly stroked his cock with the automail. Teasing like this was more Roy's domain; Ed's usual method was to plunge into things head first—or cock first, as the case may be. But they'd upped the stakes and this game required a different strategy.

He slid two fingers in, just past the ring of muscle, and leaned forward to flick his tongue against the head of the other man's cock. Steadying it now with his right hand, he wrapped his lips around the head, and wriggled his fingers without pressing them in any farther.

Roy's hips twitched. Just a little, but it was enough. Ed thrust his fingers in sharply, aiming for that particular spot, just as he took more in his mouth and sucked. He was rewarded with gasp and another twitch.

Very good.

After a few sucks, he pulled back, licking the head one final time. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, spreading them and wriggling them back and forth to stretch his lover. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "I want to hear you ask for it." He moved his right hand to the other man's stomach, leaving his cock completely abandoned.

"Ed—"

"Tell me, Flame Colonel."

Roy took his hand in both of his and slid it further up his abdomen. "How long can you hold out?" One hand stroked up the metal arm, very similarly to how Ed had been treating his erection. "How long before you give in and fuck me as you're so desperate to do? Your cock must me aching to be inside me."

"You—"

"Can you feel me, tight around you?" The muscle around his fingers clenched. "How long can you stand to be so close and yet unsatisfied?"

"Shit—fucking bastard." Ed tore his arm away—but he also pulled his fingers out and spread some of the lube on his own erection. He leaned over the other man, lining himself up even as he snarled at his defeat. "Bastard," he repeated as he slid inside, swallowing a moan at the tight heat. "This isn't over."

Roy drew in his breath sharply, arching his hips up to meet the younger man and wrapping his legs around his waist. "Oh, I'm—counting on it, Fullmetal. I'm counting on it."

Ed settled into a good, hard pace, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in. His anger quickly melted away and he started to focus on the reactions he could win out of his lover. Roy's hands were clamped around his forearms now, and with each thrust his fingers would spasm tighter. His gaze was locked with Ed's, the challenge of their game seemingly forgotten, leaving only desire. "Ed—Love—" He was starting to pant. It was little things like this that made Ed want to see the other man completely lost in pleasure.

Ed leaned down and kissed his chest, then shifted his weight to bring his left hand to the other man's cock. Roy didn't let go of his arm, which complicated things, but he still managed to get his hand over the shaft, and began stroking in time with his thrusts.

Before long, the older man was moaning. "Close, Love. Close—" He broke off, his back arching and his hands convulsing on the younger man's arms as he climaxed.

The sight was enough to send Ed over the edge. He bit back his cry—remembering that his little brother was down the hall—and thrust through the orgasm, then collapsed on top of his lover.

He breathed in the thick smell of sweat and sex, and listened to Roy's heartbeat as it gradually slowed back down to normal. The fingers gently carding through his hair completed the blissful moment. Ed thought back over the encounter and tried to figure out which of them had come out ahead. He knew he hadn't won their little impromptu game—but he hadn't exactly lost, either. Deciding that it really didn't matter, not in this case, he let out a sigh and lifted his head, propping his chin on the other man's chest. Roy was smiling down at him, looking just as contented as Ed felt.

The blond pushed himself up and pulled back far enough to pull free, then crawled up for a lingering kiss. "My Flame Colonel." He sighed again and settled down, sprawled across the larger body with his head tucked next to the dark-haired man's neck. "I will make you lose control, one of these days."

Roy's arms wrapped around him, keeping him safe and secure. "I look forward to it." The older man stroked his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "My Fullmetal."