Hello World.
Fullmetal Alchemist.
MaesxRoy
The stench of alcohol was pungent on both men's breath as they each downed another drink. The younger of the two men was crying, though silently. He hadn't cried in years, and today it all seemed to flood out. He couldn't stop. Though he masked his emotions well, he wasn't heartless.
That's where the older of the two came in. He was the best friend, also feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though there were no tears, seeing his friend in such a state broke him. Killed him.
"Hey Roy?" The older asked, leaned back on the side of the couch and arm resting behind the younger.
"Maes?" Roy looked at the man beside him.
"More scotch?" He grinned, as he always did. Roy grabbed the bottle and poured it into the small glass, which turned out to be an extremely difficult task. He'd clean up the spilt liquid later.
The last time they did this was a few years ago. A fellow soldier died in action, on the day of the birth of his child. Roy didn't let him go home early, he was to go stabilize a disturbance in the southern part of Central.
Shot only once, through the heart.
When Roy went home that day, Hughes was already there with a bottle of scotch in his left hand and two glasses in the other. Roy didn't cry much, just a few tears. But they sat and drank, only talking after half the bottle was gone. He would say a few words, then Maes would prompt a few more. Before Roy knew it he would start rambling on about everything. Maes would always listen, taking a drink every few moments. When Roy was done, Maes would pat him on the back, telling him that this was life. And how proud he was of Roy. And how important it was that he kept going. Roy would only nod, and soon fall asleep on the couch. Maes would find his way to the recliner and sleep away his intoxicated state there.
Roy wasn't talking this time, and Maes wasn't even sure of the situation. Roy had called, telling him to come over and bring a bottle of scotch. Maes was there in minutes.
"Have you ever been in love, Maes?" Roy spoke. Maes looked at the man beside him in bewilderment. "What am I saying, of coarse you have. You're married. You're fucking married." Roy let his head fall forward, only kept up by his left hand conveniently tucked under his chin. "And you have a beautiful daughter," Roy paused, staring at the full glass he held. "What's it like?" Maes didn't know what to say. If he was sober, he might have been able to say something filled with meaning and false dedication.
"I...don't know," was all he managed to come up with.
"I think I might be in love," Roy lifted his head, his onyx eyes locked onto light green ones. Maes said nothing. "But I didn't think love was supposed to hurt this much." The once silent tears now came with a chocked sob and Maes moves his arm to around his friend's shoulders.
Why couldn't he think of something to say?
"Who?" Roy's answer was finishing off his glass. It might have been Maes's distorted vision, but he could have sworn Roy moved closer to him.
"I'm sorry," Maes mumbled, his hand finding the side of Roy's face and his thumb wiping away the tears. Roy usually stiffened under physical touch, but with scotch relaxing both his mind and muscles he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
Now, Maes knew that people under the influence made bad, impulsive decisions that they would regret with a pounding headache. And he had made bad decisions, such as flirting with what he was so positive was of the opposite sex or singing on top of the food table at the office Christmas party, but he had never, ever done something like this.
He had never kissed another man.
But there he was, lips pressed against his best friend's while Roy sloppily yet enthusiastically responded. Before he knew it, Roy was under him, back pressed against the couch cushions and moaning at Maes's lips on his neck. Roy had stopped crying, his sobs replaces with groans as Maes fumbled with both of their belts.
They both fell asleep on the couch that night.
Fullmetal Alchemist
RoyxHavoc ish.
"Ugh, why is it that I can't get one single date, and you're getting laid by a different beautiful girl every night?" Havoc whined, while sorting through another stack of paper work. His car was currently out of commission, and Roy agreed to take him home till Havoc could do so himself. Just one catch, Havoc had to stay past hours, helping Roy with his paperwork.
With no overtime pay.
"Because of my godly good looks, money, and power?" Roy replied smoothly. "Not to mention, I'm great in bed." Roy smirked broadly.
"Oh really? How are you sure those girls aren't just faking it?" It had been rumored that women would do that from time to time.
Roy scribbled his signature on another sheet of paperwork. "Hmm, true. Why don't I just sleep with you and you give me an honest review?"
It was meant as a joke; both of them knew that, they did.
But when Havoc's cheeks went as red at the end of his cigarette and a stack of paperwork was knocked off the table, things became increasingly awkward.
Scrubs
JDCox
Perry Cox and John Dorian were spending their lunch in a supply closet. They had done so many times before, lips against lips, lips against skin, hips against hips. They weren’t together or anything of the sort, it was simply animalistic desire. There were no strings attached, and no feeling.
It was perfect.
Perry was always rough, and they hardly kissed mouth to mouth. There wasn’t a shred of attachment from either side.
At least, that’s what JD thought.
This particular day, Jordan had kicked Perry out of his apartment. Why? JD had no idea, and he honestly didn’t want to know. Things were going too good for anything to bring him down. Not one of his patients had died in over a week, Elliot and Keith were quits, and there was a guest doctor in radiology who was bangin’ hot. They were going out for dinner tonight.
It had caught JD by surprise when Perry laced his fingers in his hair and kissed him. The older doctor’s lips moved slowly, as if savoring the moment and forever etching the feeling into his memory.
He crossed the line from want to need.
JD pulled away, slowly. He wasn’t going to let this continue.
“I-I’m sorry Doctor Cox,” Perry instantly realized his mistake, and pulled his hand from the back of JD’s head, “but I, uh,”
“Get the hell out of here Janis,” Perry snarled. JD left.
Perry knocked everything off the shelf.
JD was supposed to get attached, not him.
Well, that's all for today.
W00t.
MaesxRoy
The stench of alcohol was pungent on both men's breath as they each downed another drink. The younger of the two men was crying, though silently. He hadn't cried in years, and today it all seemed to flood out. He couldn't stop. Though he masked his emotions well, he wasn't heartless.
That's where the older of the two came in. He was the best friend, also feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though there were no tears, seeing his friend in such a state broke him. Killed him.
"Hey Roy?" The older asked, leaned back on the side of the couch and arm resting behind the younger.
"Maes?" Roy looked at the man beside him.
"More scotch?" He grinned, as he always did. Roy grabbed the bottle and poured it into the small glass, which turned out to be an extremely difficult task. He'd clean up the spilt liquid later.
The last time they did this was a few years ago. A fellow soldier died in action, on the day of the birth of his child. Roy didn't let him go home early, he was to go stabilize a disturbance in the southern part of Central.
Shot only once, through the heart.
When Roy went home that day, Hughes was already there with a bottle of scotch in his left hand and two glasses in the other. Roy didn't cry much, just a few tears. But they sat and drank, only talking after half the bottle was gone. He would say a few words, then Maes would prompt a few more. Before Roy knew it he would start rambling on about everything. Maes would always listen, taking a drink every few moments. When Roy was done, Maes would pat him on the back, telling him that this was life. And how proud he was of Roy. And how important it was that he kept going. Roy would only nod, and soon fall asleep on the couch. Maes would find his way to the recliner and sleep away his intoxicated state there.
Roy wasn't talking this time, and Maes wasn't even sure of the situation. Roy had called, telling him to come over and bring a bottle of scotch. Maes was there in minutes.
"Have you ever been in love, Maes?" Roy spoke. Maes looked at the man beside him in bewilderment. "What am I saying, of coarse you have. You're married. You're fucking married." Roy let his head fall forward, only kept up by his left hand conveniently tucked under his chin. "And you have a beautiful daughter," Roy paused, staring at the full glass he held. "What's it like?" Maes didn't know what to say. If he was sober, he might have been able to say something filled with meaning and false dedication.
"I...don't know," was all he managed to come up with.
"I think I might be in love," Roy lifted his head, his onyx eyes locked onto light green ones. Maes said nothing. "But I didn't think love was supposed to hurt this much." The once silent tears now came with a chocked sob and Maes moves his arm to around his friend's shoulders.
Why couldn't he think of something to say?
"Who?" Roy's answer was finishing off his glass. It might have been Maes's distorted vision, but he could have sworn Roy moved closer to him.
"I'm sorry," Maes mumbled, his hand finding the side of Roy's face and his thumb wiping away the tears. Roy usually stiffened under physical touch, but with scotch relaxing both his mind and muscles he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
Now, Maes knew that people under the influence made bad, impulsive decisions that they would regret with a pounding headache. And he had made bad decisions, such as flirting with what he was so positive was of the opposite sex or singing on top of the food table at the office Christmas party, but he had never, ever done something like this.
He had never kissed another man.
But there he was, lips pressed against his best friend's while Roy sloppily yet enthusiastically responded. Before he knew it, Roy was under him, back pressed against the couch cushions and moaning at Maes's lips on his neck. Roy had stopped crying, his sobs replaces with groans as Maes fumbled with both of their belts.
They both fell asleep on the couch that night.
Fullmetal Alchemist
RoyxHavoc ish.
"Ugh, why is it that I can't get one single date, and you're getting laid by a different beautiful girl every night?" Havoc whined, while sorting through another stack of paper work. His car was currently out of commission, and Roy agreed to take him home till Havoc could do so himself. Just one catch, Havoc had to stay past hours, helping Roy with his paperwork.
With no overtime pay.
"Because of my godly good looks, money, and power?" Roy replied smoothly. "Not to mention, I'm great in bed." Roy smirked broadly.
"Oh really? How are you sure those girls aren't just faking it?" It had been rumored that women would do that from time to time.
Roy scribbled his signature on another sheet of paperwork. "Hmm, true. Why don't I just sleep with you and you give me an honest review?"
It was meant as a joke; both of them knew that, they did.
But when Havoc's cheeks went as red at the end of his cigarette and a stack of paperwork was knocked off the table, things became increasingly awkward.
Scrubs
JDCox
Perry Cox and John Dorian were spending their lunch in a supply closet. They had done so many times before, lips against lips, lips against skin, hips against hips. They weren’t together or anything of the sort, it was simply animalistic desire. There were no strings attached, and no feeling.
It was perfect.
Perry was always rough, and they hardly kissed mouth to mouth. There wasn’t a shred of attachment from either side.
At least, that’s what JD thought.
This particular day, Jordan had kicked Perry out of his apartment. Why? JD had no idea, and he honestly didn’t want to know. Things were going too good for anything to bring him down. Not one of his patients had died in over a week, Elliot and Keith were quits, and there was a guest doctor in radiology who was bangin’ hot. They were going out for dinner tonight.
It had caught JD by surprise when Perry laced his fingers in his hair and kissed him. The older doctor’s lips moved slowly, as if savoring the moment and forever etching the feeling into his memory.
He crossed the line from want to need.
JD pulled away, slowly. He wasn’t going to let this continue.
“I-I’m sorry Doctor Cox,” Perry instantly realized his mistake, and pulled his hand from the back of JD’s head, “but I, uh,”
“Get the hell out of here Janis,” Perry snarled. JD left.
Perry knocked everything off the shelf.
JD was supposed to get attached, not him.
Well, that's all for today.
W00t.