Fic: By Inches
Title: By Inches
Characters: Roy/Ed
Word Count: 171
Rating: PG-13 for tight pants
Summary: More fun to look at than to get off.
Notes: For pandoraculpa's prompt, "Roy and Ed, removing wet clothing".
"I don't know why you wear them. Well, no, I know why I enjoy them, but I really don't see how you think they're practical. I mean, you smell like a wet dog right now."
"Why slide along the ground on your ass when you -"
"- can slide along the ground on a cow's ass, yes. So you always say, but honestly, you know I'm right. They get sweaty in the summer, they don't keep you warm in winter, and when they get wet -"
"Little less conversation, little more action, huh?" Ed gestured towards the topic of discussion - the incomparable yet impractical tight leather pants, soaked through with rain, that Roy was currently carefully inching off the beautiful ass to which they were clinging.
Roy sighed. "It'll be New Year before I get any action at the rate these trousers are coming off." How much would Ed kill him if he clapped and shredded them with a quick transmutation? He was beginning to think it could be worth the risk.
Characters: Roy/Ed
Word Count: 171
Rating: PG-13 for tight pants
Summary: More fun to look at than to get off.
Notes: For pandoraculpa's prompt, "Roy and Ed, removing wet clothing".
"I don't know why you wear them. Well, no, I know why I enjoy them, but I really don't see how you think they're practical. I mean, you smell like a wet dog right now."
"Why slide along the ground on your ass when you -"
"- can slide along the ground on a cow's ass, yes. So you always say, but honestly, you know I'm right. They get sweaty in the summer, they don't keep you warm in winter, and when they get wet -"
"Little less conversation, little more action, huh?" Ed gestured towards the topic of discussion - the incomparable yet impractical tight leather pants, soaked through with rain, that Roy was currently carefully inching off the beautiful ass to which they were clinging.
Roy sighed. "It'll be New Year before I get any action at the rate these trousers are coming off." How much would Ed kill him if he clapped and shredded them with a quick transmutation? He was beginning to think it could be worth the risk.