Keeping Up Appearances
Title: Keeping Up Appearances
Type: Yaoi, fluff
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hei/Ed
Warnings: Implied sexings
A/N:Written for Vivi (and posted kinda early, 'cause I got excited xD)! \o/ You know why, hon~ XP And look, I managed to write Hei/Ed without throwing angst in! :O 'Tis a bloody miracle! But it's all for you, Vivi! <3 You always complain that my Hei/Ed fics start out sweet, but end so angsty and sad. So here's some pure sweetness for you!
~~~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~~~
Edward untangled their sweaty bodies with a soft groan, flopping back on the mattress, one arm slung over his eyes as he took in heaving breaths. Somewhere beside him, he heard Alfons making similar noises, then felt a warm body pressed to his. Edward's brows furrowed and he let out a small, almost childish whine, trying to pull away from the hands that were grabbing at him, trying to pull him into a hug.
“'Fons, no...” he grumbled, moving his arm and turning his head to look at the boy. “You know I hate this cuddling shit...”
Before Alfons could even try to argue, Edward had scooted over, sitting up a little as he reached down, giving a twist and deftly detaching his leg.
Alfons clicked his tongue and shuddered. “Ed, you know I hate it when you do that in front of me,” he said, trying not to watch. It really did creep him out, watching Edward... taking himself apart like that.
Edward rolled his eyes, ignoring Alfons' complaint. Wordlessly, he started to unbuckle the strap that held his arm in place, quickly working it open, catching his arm in his flesh hand when it fell off. With just a little bit of fumbling, he stuffed them under the side of the bed, then laid back and stretched out, his back popping slightly.
“Such a romantic...” Alfons muttered, giving Edward a slightly distasteful look as he curled up next to him, snuggling firmly into his pillow. Edward merely shrugged and watched as Alfons quickly dropped off to sleep.
“... or so you say, Alfons,” Edward said quietly to himself, reaching out and stroking the boy's platinum hair. Leaning in, Edward pressed a whisper-soft kiss to Alfons' temple.
A small smile curved Ed's lips as he watched the steady rise and fall of Alfons' chest as he slept. No, Edward wasn't a romantic. At least not in the typical way. He liked to keep his affections hidden, even from Alfons, preferring to just keep the knowledge of the things he'd done to himself.
Maybe one day, he'd tell Alfons about all of the late nights he spent like this, almost entranced by how handsome Alfons looked while he slept... The times he'd went and anonymously dropped off Alfons' lunch at work when he'd rushed in the morning and forgotten it.
But for now, Edward was more than happy keeping it his little secret and laughing a little to himself each time Alfons complained about things like this.
Edward had an image of himself to uphold, after all.