Jean/Roy for 30_kisses [Theme # 01; "look over here"]
Title: Don't Rain On My Parade [theme # 01; “look over here”]
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang, Roy Mustang/Roy Mustang’s hands.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5102
Warnings: Smut; oral, solo, anal, and minor language. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
This is for my friends over at our insane little AIM Chat Room :D havocmangawip, seven_virtues and snakecharmerfox. You guys are as mad as I am, and I love you for it.
Every officer in the Amestris National Armed Forces looked forward to the twelfth day of July more than any day of the year; this was the single day that every officer was guaranteed a day off from work no matter how hectic his schedule. However, in return for this day off to celebrate Fuhrer Bradley’s birthday, the expectation was put upon all the soldiers in the army that they would travel to the nearest large city and partake in the overdone and exhausting parades in full uniform to pay homage to their leader. Although it wasn’t mandatory, many soldiers showed up to march in the parades; mainly young patriotic soldiers who hadn’t yet realized that this was the only real day they would ever have to themselves while enlisted unless they officially applied for leave, or ambitious individuals intent on appearing favourable to Bradley.
Colonel Roy Mustang had only been dragged to one of these occasions in his entire time in the army, and that was just after the conclusion Ishvar War when patriotism was forced and prices for disloyalty were high. Aside from that, he’d spent his free time very much to himself.
That is, until a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed Lieutenant had come under his command, and suddenly Roy had found his personal space and time violently, lethally, perfectly and beautifully invaded.
Roy loved to sleep in on days he had off from work, particularly when the formerly mentioned Lieutenant had kept him up for a good portion of the night before. However, today was different in that it was quite possibly the only day in the entire year that they both got off; separately, they may have had sicks days or long service leave jotted in on the plain calendar Roy kept on the back of the bedroom door. Roy’s rarely fell on the same day as his lover’s, and while the one with the day off could stay home all day, lounge around and then prepare for when the other returned home, it just wasn’t the same as spending an entire day off together.
Mustang had never considered himself the romantic type, and indeed his wanting to spend the entire Fuhrer’s Birthday holiday with the blond may have been viewed as such by people who didn’t know them well, if they knew about the relationship at all. Despite this, there was a definite, underlying feral lust that made Roy insist they spend the day with one another, and while his lover most certainly agreed to this request he was quite sure the younger man must have had other, more typical ideas to what a ‘romantic day together’ was. This wasn’t to say that Roy didn’t love the man; he adored him, there was no doubt, and was extremely grateful that he worked well under him in the office and worked superbly over him in bed. It was much of a muchness really; the blond enjoyed spending time with him regardless of what they were doing. This time around, Roy’s only concern was that Jean might start to think that he was quite mad; he was much too go-out-and-get-them to stay inside all day on a day like that.
The day started off normally; Havoc sneaked out of bed to have his morning cigarette, leaving a softly snoring Roy behind in the bed, already sweating from the humidity caused by the clouded sky and the ten o’clock summer sun. When Jean returned, his dark-haired lover was barely awake and lying with nearly his entire face pressed into the pillow; the only features of his face visible were his eyes, and they were especially prominent when peeking over the rough white cloth of the pillows on Roy’s bed.
“When you look at me like that you scare the Hell out of me, Boss.”
“And why would that be?” Roy purred, muffled around the pillow, amusement obvious in his eyes although Jean couldn’t see the smirk that usually accompanied it.
“You look like a rabid, hungry animal.”
“Oh, I love you too.”
“A sexy, rabid, hungry animal. Happy now?”
“Not entirely, but you at least grasped the intention of the look, I suppose,” Roy chuckled, rolling over lazily and stifling a yawn as he kicked the sheets away to leave him completely bared to Havoc’s gaze.
“It’s going to be hot today...”
“No kidding,” Jean snorted back, “Am I supposed to take that as a hint?”
“You’re no fun,” Roy put on an overdone mock pout, and stretched out across the bed. Havoc’s eyes widened for the briefest of moments, and then returned to their normal state. Mustang smirked some more and gestured to his lover.
“Come back to bed, Jean.”
“No can do,” Havoc replied, beginning to forage around in the piles of clothes on the floor for a pair of relatively clean-looking pants, “I got things I gotta do.”
“Surely they aren’t as important as me?”
“Don’t pull that card on me, Chief. You sound like an old housewife.”
“Well, at least tell me what you’re planning on doing,” Roy said, sliding to one side of the bed and petting the leftover space. Jean sighed, ran his hand through his hair and walked over slowly, eventually sliding onto the bed and obliging Roy’s request when the older man held out his arms, demanding to be held.
“If you must know where I’m going, I’ve got to walk down to the nearest letterbox and post a birthday card to my mother so it gets there in time for next week. Then I’ve got to get to the convenience store before it closes at noon for the parade so I can stock us up on the essentials...”
“Bread, milk, cigarettes, lube...” Roy chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Jean’s chest.
“Don’t know if they sell that last one there, but you always seem to have commercially viable quantities of it just lying around, anyway,” the younger man replied, running short fingernails up and down Roy’s back, between his shoulder blades.
“Can’t you do this on any day?”
“Not if I want to stay on good terms with my mother, and not if you want something edible for dinner tonight,” Jean replied, hand moving down to rest on Roy’s thigh, tracing tiny circles on bare skin that made the man shiver.
“I think you might have to stay here for a little longer. Right here.”
“No can do,” Jean smiled sweetly, fingertips tracing the cleft of Roy’s ass just long enough for the older man to rock back with a plaintive whimper and then he stopped, pressed one last kiss to Roy’s forehead and started to move away, conscious of Roy’s half-erect cock against his hip, “I’ll be back in about an hour.”
Roy nodded, sighed tragically and let his lover move away from him, staying on the bed to pout until Jean was dressed and gone. After that little encounter, Mustang was still feeling rather hot and bothered, and not just because it was coming around to midday. No matter which way he threw himself across the bed, he couldn’t get comfy. After a few minutes of writhing around, Roy sighed and got off the bed. Then, the dark-haired man proceeded to tear every single piece of linen off the bed, dump it on the floor with the masses of clothes Jean and he had been too lazy to wash over the weekend, and lay back down on the bare mattress. This was good for about fifteen minutes, but soon the mattress started to absorb his heat, and he was back to tossing and turning. Becoming supremely frustrated with the heat, Mustang walked into his kitchen to get a glass of water and wait for Jean to come back, not really caring that he was completely naked; after all, it was his apartment and if anyone looked into his personal space and saw him walking around bare-assed it was their problem, not his.
He glanced over at the clock on the wall. Five minutes since Jean left. Still felt hot and bothered. He looked down. Yes, still hot and bothered.
Sighing, he walked back into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, reaching lazily towards the top draw of the bedside table to retrieve the lube he always kept there... nice and convenient, he’d joked to Jean the first time, and the younger man had blushed and rolled his eyes as Roy had shifted and presented himself to be readied, rather enticingly so in his own humble opinion.
Squeezing a rather liberal amount of the liquid into his right hand, Roy groaned and curled his fingers around his straining cock, rubbing his thumb slowly along the ridge of the head. The man arched shamelessly into his own hand, gasping softly as he worked himself slowly, and with a much more guarded pace and care than usual as he allowed his hips to roll against his own strokes in time. Carefully reaching down with his other hand, Mustang cupped his balls and was awarded with his own gasp and the sudden, slight rush of warm precome running between his fingers, down the length of his dick and across his balls.
“Hey, Boss?” Jean had questioned unsurely, fingers still working slowly to stretch the writhing dark-haired man on the bed with him, “Am I doing it right?”
The blond had looked so innocent and positively serious that Roy had laughed, despite himself.
“The only recommendation I could possibly find myself making is that you hook your fingers.”
“Like this?”
Roy groaned and halted, his hips trying to follow his own hand as he drew it away. Breathing heavily and trying to ignore the aching of his cock, the tightness of his balls, Roy brought his right hand, still slightly damp with lube and his own precome, up to his mouth and slowly sucked his middle and index fingers past his lips, wetting them with saliva, tongue curling between his fingers and cock twitching at the sensation, the fantasy that it was Jean sucking on his fingers and not his own desperate mouth rushing through his blood. Breathing slowly, Roy squirmed until he was comfortably on his side, legs splayed across the bare mattress and fingers shaking slightly as he moved his hand to his entrance, pressing moist fingers inside slowly.
The dark-haired man felt heat tear through his body, rushing across his face and leaving his cheeks pink, and then pooling comfortably in the pit of his stomach as he adjusted to the feeling of his own fingers inside him, his spare hand moving upwards to slowly grasp his cock. Roy hissed and his hips snapped forward as he stroked his cock slowly with his hand, twisting his palm at the head every so often as he kept his steady rhythm, all the while wiggling the fingers on his opposite hand further into his body as fast as he could allow himself.
“Good?” Jean questioned, lips pressed against Roy’s neck, hands keeping Roy steady as he moved inside slowly, waiting for any signs of discomfort.
“Good,” Roy replied, nodding rapidly as Jean murmured sweet nothings against his throat as he moved carefully inside of Roy’s body, hips flexing gently against Roy’s thighs.
The first time with someone you love is something you always remember.
Those fingers eventually found their mark, and Mustang cried out and came helplessly across his own hand, body tightening around his own fingers and cock still leaking feebly across his hand and the mattress as he came down. Pulling his fingers free after a few moments of riding out the high of climax, he rolled over in his sated state and grabbed one of the sheets he’d pulled off the bed barely five minutes before and used it to clean himself and the mattress to the best of his ability. Roy looked at the drying stain on his mattress, and then looked at all the other completely dry stains made by years of his partners coming and going, and kicked the sheet into the corner of the bed grumpily.
Somewhere out on the street, a child laughed and began to scream his love for Fuhrer Bradley. Roy groaned and rolled over, feeling warmer than ever.
He was already becoming plenty bored with waiting for Jean to come back.
“I’m back!” Jean shouted into the apartment, quickly tossing his new packs of cigarettes onto the kitchen bench, putting the milk and bread away in their proper places and putting the large box under his arm down on the bench with his smokes temporarily, “Sorry I took so long, the parade held me up...”
It was near midday and he received no reply, so Havoc grabbed the single remaining cigarette in his old pack and made his way towards the bedroom with the mystery box. When he got there, he absorbed the sight before him; his lover splayed across the bed, still naked but looking decidedly less desperate (though hunger was still obvious in his eyes), the fresh wet spot on the mattress, the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table, and the stained sheets in the corner of the bed.
“Here’s assuming you missed me?” Jean asked, one eyebrow quirked.
“To say the very least,” Roy snorted, kicking the sheet off the end of the bed, “You left me with a rather large problem, one that I needed to remedy as soon as possible for my own comfort. But no matter... you took your time getting back here.”
“Like I said, the parade decided to block off my return route. I had to take the long way around.”
Jean paused, eyebrow still quirked at his lover.
“So, how long ago did you get yourself off, dear lover?”
“Hmm...” Mustang pondered, a nonchalant look on his face, “Hour and forty-five... maybe an hour or fifty minutes or so ago?”
“Then you can wait the full two then,” the blond teased, putting the box under his arm down on the floor and kissing Roy’s lips as he leaned across him to grab his lighter.
“Smartass,” the older man hissed breathlessly when they parted, and Havoc grinned and placed a single, soft kiss to Roy’s forehead.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“So help me God, if there is one,” Roy smiled, “So, what’s in the box?”
“Well, seeing how you made such a point of telling me that it’s was going to be ‘hot’ today,” Jean said around his unlit cigarette, while he fiddled with his lighter, “I decided this might of some use. Though, you know what they say; it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. Right day for it too, with this cloud cover.”
“Or it’s the stupidity, judging on the amount of people who are going out to pay homage to our fearless leader,” Mustang snorted.
“Aren’t I glad I’m not in uniform today.”
Finally getting a spark from the lighter, the blond inhaled deeply the first puff of his cigarette as he carried the box over and put it on the edge of the bed. Ripping the tape off the top of the box with his fingertips, Havoc opened it to reveal a small pedestal fan.
“Good idea,” Mustang grinned, tugging it out of the Styrofoam protectors and sliding over to the other side of the bed with it, so he could plug it into the spare power outlet behind the bedside table. Once the small fan was working on the highest speed, the dark-haired man rolled back over towards his lover and got to his knees, starting to work on the simple button-down shirt Jean was wearing.
“One-track mind, you have,” Havoc grinned fondly as warm, rough fingers finished on the buttons and ran underneath his shirt to tease bare skin.
“You say that like it’s bad thing,” Mustang purred, allowing Havoc to stick his cigarette between his lips so they’d have an easier time of sliding off the shirt. Once it was on the ground, Roy deftly unbuttoned Jean’s pants and, hooking his fingers around both the black trousers and his lover’s underwear, he pulled them down and let the blond step out of them leaving him totally naked, completely free.
“Just let me finish this cigarette and then I’ll come and join you.”
The pair stayed in comfortable silence while Jean smoked, listening to the activity in the street below and trying their very best to ignore the praise King Bradley was getting from the fanatics who were going to his parade.
“Hey, Boss?” Havoc inquired from his spot at the open window of Roy’s bedroom, “When were you born?”
Roy forced himself up onto his elbows to look at his lover; the blond was finishing off his cigarette and leaning on the windowsill, completely naked but to all save his dark-haired lover he was unseen so the point was moot.
“Why do you ask?” Roy answered the question with another, and Havoc grinned around his cigarette.
“Well, you’ve never celebrated it so I didn’t bother to ask, but when you become Fuhrer, we’re going to have to let the public know, right?”
Roy grinned, and shifted against his bare mattress, feeling the pleasing cool sensation of the air his small pedestal fan blew across his skin raise gooseflesh along his arm.
“When it happens, we’ll worry about it.”
Havoc smirked at him, and Roy realized the satisfaction he got in saying when instead of if.
“When it happens, we won’t be able to spend any more Fuhrer Days here with me. You’ll have to be out there kissing babies and accepting flowers and watching six hours worth of marching.”
Roy snorted, and rolled over again to expose his bare back to the fan.
“Damn, it’s hot.”
“This coming from the Flame Alchemist,” the younger man teased, taking a long drag from what little remained of his lit smoke.
“Not even I’d be willing to be near anything burning today,” Roy groaned, gesturing weakly over his shoulder, roughly in the direction of the weakly smoldering cigarette between Jean’s fingers.
“Well, I’m almost done anyway... after that I can sit up here watch all our colleagues and the people we protect scream out and support a man who’s probably never left his armored car to give them a second glance.”
“Hmm?”
“I can see part of the parade route from the window... only just. It was busy when I walked past,” Jean said vaguely, staring out the window with such a blank expression Roy was unsure if his lover was actually talking to him.
“Jean, come back to bed.”
“I’m not done smoking...”
“It burnt out just a moment ago,” Roy chuckled softly, “Come on, Jean. Look at me.”
Jean glanced over his shoulder, and Roy rolled over and held out his arms invitingly.
“Come on. This is our time together... and we’ve got a lot of it to spend, I must say.”
“Wouldn’t be too much compared to other people, you know,” the blond replied, standing up and making his way back over to the bed, “And you spent all day in bed anyway... and as much as your habit of not actually having any sheets on your bed must be comfy for you, I’m not sure it’s all that hygienic.”
“It’s only midday, you know. And you weren’t exactly complaining when you walked in here before.”
“I know,” Jean asserted, lying down on the bed next to Roy and pulling him close, “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever are you apologizing for?” Roy purred, leaning in to kiss the blond’s neck.
“Nothing, I guess,” Jean grinned, running one of his big warm hands along the nape of Roy’s neck, “Kiss me?”
“You need to ask?” Roy replied, deep and low in his throat.
“I suppose not,” the blond murmured, lips so close that they brushed against Roy’s when he spoke. Roy’s tongue darted from between his lips in invitation, and Jean took it, pressing rough lips against Roy’s, tongue darting past open and inviting lips to brush against the sensitive top of his lover’s mouth. Roy whimpered softly against the blond’s lips and hooked his leg over Jean’s hip, coaxing the blond to roll on top of him. Havoc followed the lead, and pressed his Colonel back against the pillows, breaking away to leave feathered kisses down his jawbone, the side of his neck.
“You’re being awfully cliché about this, aren’t you?”
“What makes you say that?” the younger man replied, brushing his tongue across the dark shadow at the dip of Roy’s throat while the older man made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded something like pleasure.
“You’ll just keep going down, down, down...” Roy murmured, moaning when Jean’s tongue found his right nipple and curled around it hungrily. Rough fingertips brushed softly along the curve of his shoulder, making him shiver, whimper and tighten his legs around Jean’s body, his erection straining against the blond’s stomach.
“I don’t hear you complaining... or feel it, either, for that matter,” Jean looked up briefly and grinned, brushing rough fingertips along the underside of Roy’s cock that stunned, and then shifted, moved across quivering thighs and then away as quickly as they had come and left Roy breathless.
“I d-didn’t say it was bad,” Roy jumped as Jean once again moved, much more smooth and graceful than you could really ever expect from a man of his build, his tongue this time finding the dip of his lover’s navel while both hands spread out across his ribs.
“Hold still, Roy,” the blond murmured against skin made too sensitive by rough lips and warm hands. With a last few swipes of the tongue as he moved upward, Havoc grabbed his Colonel on the way up and pressed him against the one pillow Roy had left at the top of the bed, and turned to grab the bottle of lube Roy had left on the bedside table earlier in the day. Roy watched with heavily lidded eyes and waited, the fan next to the bed chilling the perspiration on his skin and making him shiver at rhythmic intervals.
“How do you want it, Roy? Mouth? Hand?”
“I’ve had enough of the hand today. Mouth is good.”
“Fingers too?”
“Mmm.”
“Alright, then,” Jean smiled, guiding Roy’s legs apart with his dry hand whilst he held the other aloft, trying to avoid staining the mattress any more than Roy already had. Snaking his left arm under his lover’s body and around his waist to hold him steady while Roy squirmed and strained for purchase, Jean slowly pressed slick fingers inside of Roy’s entrance. Inch by careful inch the blond moved, brushing kisses across the inside of his lover’s thighs while the older man pressed down and gasped and demanded more without being able to form any comprehensible words to allow him the pleasure of begging.
“Alright, Roy?”
“Yes... it’s good.”
“Glad to hear it,” Jean beamed, before grunting, pulling himself upward and sucking Roy’s cock into his mouth. Mustang bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as the younger man’s tongue curled around the length of his dick and tried his very best not to arch upward, however tempting and overwhelming the urge was. Havoc gave a muffled purr in response to his Colonel’s fractured whimpers and cries that were bitten off a moment too late to be silenced.
Rough lips only preceded a rough tongue as Havoc sucked slowly, tongue darting across the underside of his cock while long, thick fingers moved and hooked and searched for the spot that would make the dark-haired man break free from all restraint and shame, that would make him arch up and cry out for him and beg and let Havoc know that he owned, marked and possessed by this man for as long as he reacted in such a way and for an eternity following.
A shameless cry of his name and breathless murmurs of please told Havoc when he’d found it, and he hooked his fingers and looked up at Roy, who was gazing back with glazed, questioning eyes.
“Now?” the dark-haired man breathed, and the look in his eyes was one of such longing that Jean found no purchase to deny him.
Upon seeing the answering nod, Roy refused himself all restraint and thrust up against Jean’s mouth in a fractured, frantic rhythm while Jean focused on brushing his fingers against that one spot that snapped a spark right up his lover’s spine, and staying perfectly still so that his concentration didn’t break, so he didn’t have to move away from Roy or stop giving him what he wanted.
With a final thrust and the sharp, stunning rush that always accompanied release, Mustang came inside Havoc’s mouth. The blond’s brow furrowed, concentration firmly set on swallowing the lot, his tongue and lips working softly around the head of Roy’s cock until his mouth was empty and his lover was spent and flopping back onto the pillows with that sated satisfaction that only accompanied orgasm.
“Good?” Jean asked, wiping at his lips self-consciously.
“... To say the absolute least,” Mustang panted back, smiling back when the blond grinned and moved up to take his lips in a warm, bitter kiss.
“Need a moment?”
Roy shook his head, coarse black hair making abrasive sounds against the material of the pillows.
“Your turn to lie down, Jean.”
“Roy...”
“You only call me by my name when we’re like this, you know,” Roy observed, grinning as he pressed his Second Lieutenant down onto the bed and, for the second time that day, found himself liberally filling his palm with lubricant, “I want to make the most of this time.”
“Should I start using your name more?”
“No, I don’t mind. Makes this time even better.”
Jean grinned and rested his hands on Roy’s hips as the dark-haired man positioned himself, legs straddled to either side of his blond lover.
“I’m sorry, you’ve been neglected for a little too long,” Roy murmured, reaching down to slick Jean’s cock, giving the blond a true smile that he missed as his eyes slipped shut and his face flushed, “Mmm, far too long...”
“It’s okay, Roy,” Jean replied, breathless and happy as Roy put a great deal of concentration of holding the base of the blond’s cock steady while he moved over him, nose wrinkling a little at the initial sensation as the head of Jean’s cock slipped inside with more friction than expected, but not enough to make it entirely unpleasant.
“You alright, Roy?” came the nervous question from underneath him, and when Roy looked down, Jean’s eyes had grown to a size roughly equivalent to that of the average dinner plate, clouded with worry.
“Mmm, it’s fine,” Roy replied, taking inch by careful inch of Jean’s cock into his body, “Just... move your hands... under my thighs...”
“Like this?” Jean asked, his hands moving to cup Roy’s thighs, and Roy nodded and sighed, relaxing and letting Jean’s cock into his body entirely while his entire warm weight rested upon Jean’s hands and stomach.
Jean leaned up and pressed a kiss against Roy’s neck.
“Okay?”
“Just a minute,” Roy muttered, shivering as Jean pressed his face against his neck, eyelashes flicking across sensitive skin and lips whispering soft words that meant nothing but held the weight of the world against his neck.
“Now.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Now, now?”
“Yes, Jean.”
“Okay, Roy,” Jean whispered, hands still cupped around Roy’s thighs, supporting him as he started rocking his hips. Jean’s soft moan was returned by Roy, and the pair moved against one another with Roy’s constant, soft, breathy moans punctuated by the occasional soft cry from Jean as Roy’s body tightened around him, trying to respond as Jean’s cock brushed against his prostate at fleeting intervals. It was a little too soon after Roy’s own climax for that, however, so the dark-haired man put all of his remaining strength into pleasuring the man beneath him, rising up and exposing his bare chest for Jean to kiss as he rose off the blond’s erection as far as he could go, relaxing and so limber that were it not for Jean leaning up to meet him he would have fallen when he pressed down again and at the same time met Jean’s lips.
It was never going to last long, not with the wait Jean had had to endure, not with Roy so tight and hot around him and with the desperate way Jean found his own hips jerking upwards, but it was good all the same. Their eyes met, and Roy’s arms slipped around Jean’s neck and drew him closer for a desperate kiss that contained nothing but tooth and tongue and wanting.
“Close, Roy,” Jean murmured when they parted, and Roy merely nodded and increased his pace, barely heeding Jean’s strangled cry through his own heady daze of pleasure. The next thing he knew, Jean’s lips were pressed against his throat, his hands smoothing his hair and his voice hoarse as he felt warmth running through him, Jean arching up to meet him as he moved down.
“Roy... I love you.”
And for just that, it was worth the physical strain. Vaguely aware of Jean’s hands under his arms and lifting him off, Roy’s nose wrinkled as Jean’s cock slipped out of him with a wet sound of release and his semen began running down his thighs.
“I’ll grab that sheet,” Jean grinned, pressing Roy down against the bed as he crawled to the end of the bed. Roy grunted and sat up.
“Don’t treat me like a child, Jean,” he murmured, but allowed Jean to clean the both of them off anyway. Once he was done, Jean tossed the sheet over his should and the pair fell into a sated silence, interrupted only by the hum of the fan, and by...
“Roy?”
“Hmm?”
Jean's brow quirked.
“Look at me, Roy.”
Mustang nodded, and rolled over to meet his lover's amused blue eyes.
“It’s raining.”
“So?”
“It’s raining on the parade, Roy,” Jean chuckled, looking over at the window to see the midday sun struggling to shine through behind the cloud cover, “Told you it was cloudy.”
“Mmm...” Roy said, curling around Jean slowly, “And I never did tell you...”
“What, Roy?”
“My birthday,” the dark-haired man replied, fingers curling against the blond’s shoulder, “It’s the fourteenth of April.”
“I’ll have to remember to get you something next time, then,” Jean grinned.
Happily, and with an extreme satisfaction, the pair lay together, listening to the sound of the rain, the people in the street below running for shelter, and the sound of the other’s heartbeats as the parade came to a abrupt end.
END
Oh God, it’s done! Comments would be greatly, greatly appreciated!
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang, Roy Mustang/Roy Mustang’s hands.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5102
Warnings: Smut; oral, solo, anal, and minor language. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
This is for my friends over at our insane little AIM Chat Room :D havocmangawip, seven_virtues and snakecharmerfox. You guys are as mad as I am, and I love you for it.
Every officer in the Amestris National Armed Forces looked forward to the twelfth day of July more than any day of the year; this was the single day that every officer was guaranteed a day off from work no matter how hectic his schedule. However, in return for this day off to celebrate Fuhrer Bradley’s birthday, the expectation was put upon all the soldiers in the army that they would travel to the nearest large city and partake in the overdone and exhausting parades in full uniform to pay homage to their leader. Although it wasn’t mandatory, many soldiers showed up to march in the parades; mainly young patriotic soldiers who hadn’t yet realized that this was the only real day they would ever have to themselves while enlisted unless they officially applied for leave, or ambitious individuals intent on appearing favourable to Bradley.
Colonel Roy Mustang had only been dragged to one of these occasions in his entire time in the army, and that was just after the conclusion Ishvar War when patriotism was forced and prices for disloyalty were high. Aside from that, he’d spent his free time very much to himself.
That is, until a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed Lieutenant had come under his command, and suddenly Roy had found his personal space and time violently, lethally, perfectly and beautifully invaded.
Roy loved to sleep in on days he had off from work, particularly when the formerly mentioned Lieutenant had kept him up for a good portion of the night before. However, today was different in that it was quite possibly the only day in the entire year that they both got off; separately, they may have had sicks days or long service leave jotted in on the plain calendar Roy kept on the back of the bedroom door. Roy’s rarely fell on the same day as his lover’s, and while the one with the day off could stay home all day, lounge around and then prepare for when the other returned home, it just wasn’t the same as spending an entire day off together.
Mustang had never considered himself the romantic type, and indeed his wanting to spend the entire Fuhrer’s Birthday holiday with the blond may have been viewed as such by people who didn’t know them well, if they knew about the relationship at all. Despite this, there was a definite, underlying feral lust that made Roy insist they spend the day with one another, and while his lover most certainly agreed to this request he was quite sure the younger man must have had other, more typical ideas to what a ‘romantic day together’ was. This wasn’t to say that Roy didn’t love the man; he adored him, there was no doubt, and was extremely grateful that he worked well under him in the office and worked superbly over him in bed. It was much of a muchness really; the blond enjoyed spending time with him regardless of what they were doing. This time around, Roy’s only concern was that Jean might start to think that he was quite mad; he was much too go-out-and-get-them to stay inside all day on a day like that.
The day started off normally; Havoc sneaked out of bed to have his morning cigarette, leaving a softly snoring Roy behind in the bed, already sweating from the humidity caused by the clouded sky and the ten o’clock summer sun. When Jean returned, his dark-haired lover was barely awake and lying with nearly his entire face pressed into the pillow; the only features of his face visible were his eyes, and they were especially prominent when peeking over the rough white cloth of the pillows on Roy’s bed.
“When you look at me like that you scare the Hell out of me, Boss.”
“And why would that be?” Roy purred, muffled around the pillow, amusement obvious in his eyes although Jean couldn’t see the smirk that usually accompanied it.
“You look like a rabid, hungry animal.”
“Oh, I love you too.”
“A sexy, rabid, hungry animal. Happy now?”
“Not entirely, but you at least grasped the intention of the look, I suppose,” Roy chuckled, rolling over lazily and stifling a yawn as he kicked the sheets away to leave him completely bared to Havoc’s gaze.
“It’s going to be hot today...”
“No kidding,” Jean snorted back, “Am I supposed to take that as a hint?”
“You’re no fun,” Roy put on an overdone mock pout, and stretched out across the bed. Havoc’s eyes widened for the briefest of moments, and then returned to their normal state. Mustang smirked some more and gestured to his lover.
“Come back to bed, Jean.”
“No can do,” Havoc replied, beginning to forage around in the piles of clothes on the floor for a pair of relatively clean-looking pants, “I got things I gotta do.”
“Surely they aren’t as important as me?”
“Don’t pull that card on me, Chief. You sound like an old housewife.”
“Well, at least tell me what you’re planning on doing,” Roy said, sliding to one side of the bed and petting the leftover space. Jean sighed, ran his hand through his hair and walked over slowly, eventually sliding onto the bed and obliging Roy’s request when the older man held out his arms, demanding to be held.
“If you must know where I’m going, I’ve got to walk down to the nearest letterbox and post a birthday card to my mother so it gets there in time for next week. Then I’ve got to get to the convenience store before it closes at noon for the parade so I can stock us up on the essentials...”
“Bread, milk, cigarettes, lube...” Roy chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Jean’s chest.
“Don’t know if they sell that last one there, but you always seem to have commercially viable quantities of it just lying around, anyway,” the younger man replied, running short fingernails up and down Roy’s back, between his shoulder blades.
“Can’t you do this on any day?”
“Not if I want to stay on good terms with my mother, and not if you want something edible for dinner tonight,” Jean replied, hand moving down to rest on Roy’s thigh, tracing tiny circles on bare skin that made the man shiver.
“I think you might have to stay here for a little longer. Right here.”
“No can do,” Jean smiled sweetly, fingertips tracing the cleft of Roy’s ass just long enough for the older man to rock back with a plaintive whimper and then he stopped, pressed one last kiss to Roy’s forehead and started to move away, conscious of Roy’s half-erect cock against his hip, “I’ll be back in about an hour.”
Roy nodded, sighed tragically and let his lover move away from him, staying on the bed to pout until Jean was dressed and gone. After that little encounter, Mustang was still feeling rather hot and bothered, and not just because it was coming around to midday. No matter which way he threw himself across the bed, he couldn’t get comfy. After a few minutes of writhing around, Roy sighed and got off the bed. Then, the dark-haired man proceeded to tear every single piece of linen off the bed, dump it on the floor with the masses of clothes Jean and he had been too lazy to wash over the weekend, and lay back down on the bare mattress. This was good for about fifteen minutes, but soon the mattress started to absorb his heat, and he was back to tossing and turning. Becoming supremely frustrated with the heat, Mustang walked into his kitchen to get a glass of water and wait for Jean to come back, not really caring that he was completely naked; after all, it was his apartment and if anyone looked into his personal space and saw him walking around bare-assed it was their problem, not his.
He glanced over at the clock on the wall. Five minutes since Jean left. Still felt hot and bothered. He looked down. Yes, still hot and bothered.
Sighing, he walked back into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, reaching lazily towards the top draw of the bedside table to retrieve the lube he always kept there... nice and convenient, he’d joked to Jean the first time, and the younger man had blushed and rolled his eyes as Roy had shifted and presented himself to be readied, rather enticingly so in his own humble opinion.
Squeezing a rather liberal amount of the liquid into his right hand, Roy groaned and curled his fingers around his straining cock, rubbing his thumb slowly along the ridge of the head. The man arched shamelessly into his own hand, gasping softly as he worked himself slowly, and with a much more guarded pace and care than usual as he allowed his hips to roll against his own strokes in time. Carefully reaching down with his other hand, Mustang cupped his balls and was awarded with his own gasp and the sudden, slight rush of warm precome running between his fingers, down the length of his dick and across his balls.
“Hey, Boss?” Jean had questioned unsurely, fingers still working slowly to stretch the writhing dark-haired man on the bed with him, “Am I doing it right?”
The blond had looked so innocent and positively serious that Roy had laughed, despite himself.
“The only recommendation I could possibly find myself making is that you hook your fingers.”
“Like this?”
Roy groaned and halted, his hips trying to follow his own hand as he drew it away. Breathing heavily and trying to ignore the aching of his cock, the tightness of his balls, Roy brought his right hand, still slightly damp with lube and his own precome, up to his mouth and slowly sucked his middle and index fingers past his lips, wetting them with saliva, tongue curling between his fingers and cock twitching at the sensation, the fantasy that it was Jean sucking on his fingers and not his own desperate mouth rushing through his blood. Breathing slowly, Roy squirmed until he was comfortably on his side, legs splayed across the bare mattress and fingers shaking slightly as he moved his hand to his entrance, pressing moist fingers inside slowly.
The dark-haired man felt heat tear through his body, rushing across his face and leaving his cheeks pink, and then pooling comfortably in the pit of his stomach as he adjusted to the feeling of his own fingers inside him, his spare hand moving upwards to slowly grasp his cock. Roy hissed and his hips snapped forward as he stroked his cock slowly with his hand, twisting his palm at the head every so often as he kept his steady rhythm, all the while wiggling the fingers on his opposite hand further into his body as fast as he could allow himself.
“Good?” Jean questioned, lips pressed against Roy’s neck, hands keeping Roy steady as he moved inside slowly, waiting for any signs of discomfort.
“Good,” Roy replied, nodding rapidly as Jean murmured sweet nothings against his throat as he moved carefully inside of Roy’s body, hips flexing gently against Roy’s thighs.
The first time with someone you love is something you always remember.
Those fingers eventually found their mark, and Mustang cried out and came helplessly across his own hand, body tightening around his own fingers and cock still leaking feebly across his hand and the mattress as he came down. Pulling his fingers free after a few moments of riding out the high of climax, he rolled over in his sated state and grabbed one of the sheets he’d pulled off the bed barely five minutes before and used it to clean himself and the mattress to the best of his ability. Roy looked at the drying stain on his mattress, and then looked at all the other completely dry stains made by years of his partners coming and going, and kicked the sheet into the corner of the bed grumpily.
Somewhere out on the street, a child laughed and began to scream his love for Fuhrer Bradley. Roy groaned and rolled over, feeling warmer than ever.
He was already becoming plenty bored with waiting for Jean to come back.
“I’m back!” Jean shouted into the apartment, quickly tossing his new packs of cigarettes onto the kitchen bench, putting the milk and bread away in their proper places and putting the large box under his arm down on the bench with his smokes temporarily, “Sorry I took so long, the parade held me up...”
It was near midday and he received no reply, so Havoc grabbed the single remaining cigarette in his old pack and made his way towards the bedroom with the mystery box. When he got there, he absorbed the sight before him; his lover splayed across the bed, still naked but looking decidedly less desperate (though hunger was still obvious in his eyes), the fresh wet spot on the mattress, the bottle of lubricant on the bedside table, and the stained sheets in the corner of the bed.
“Here’s assuming you missed me?” Jean asked, one eyebrow quirked.
“To say the very least,” Roy snorted, kicking the sheet off the end of the bed, “You left me with a rather large problem, one that I needed to remedy as soon as possible for my own comfort. But no matter... you took your time getting back here.”
“Like I said, the parade decided to block off my return route. I had to take the long way around.”
Jean paused, eyebrow still quirked at his lover.
“So, how long ago did you get yourself off, dear lover?”
“Hmm...” Mustang pondered, a nonchalant look on his face, “Hour and forty-five... maybe an hour or fifty minutes or so ago?”
“Then you can wait the full two then,” the blond teased, putting the box under his arm down on the floor and kissing Roy’s lips as he leaned across him to grab his lighter.
“Smartass,” the older man hissed breathlessly when they parted, and Havoc grinned and placed a single, soft kiss to Roy’s forehead.”
“But you love me anyway.”
“So help me God, if there is one,” Roy smiled, “So, what’s in the box?”
“Well, seeing how you made such a point of telling me that it’s was going to be ‘hot’ today,” Jean said around his unlit cigarette, while he fiddled with his lighter, “I decided this might of some use. Though, you know what they say; it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. Right day for it too, with this cloud cover.”
“Or it’s the stupidity, judging on the amount of people who are going out to pay homage to our fearless leader,” Mustang snorted.
“Aren’t I glad I’m not in uniform today.”
Finally getting a spark from the lighter, the blond inhaled deeply the first puff of his cigarette as he carried the box over and put it on the edge of the bed. Ripping the tape off the top of the box with his fingertips, Havoc opened it to reveal a small pedestal fan.
“Good idea,” Mustang grinned, tugging it out of the Styrofoam protectors and sliding over to the other side of the bed with it, so he could plug it into the spare power outlet behind the bedside table. Once the small fan was working on the highest speed, the dark-haired man rolled back over towards his lover and got to his knees, starting to work on the simple button-down shirt Jean was wearing.
“One-track mind, you have,” Havoc grinned fondly as warm, rough fingers finished on the buttons and ran underneath his shirt to tease bare skin.
“You say that like it’s bad thing,” Mustang purred, allowing Havoc to stick his cigarette between his lips so they’d have an easier time of sliding off the shirt. Once it was on the ground, Roy deftly unbuttoned Jean’s pants and, hooking his fingers around both the black trousers and his lover’s underwear, he pulled them down and let the blond step out of them leaving him totally naked, completely free.
“Just let me finish this cigarette and then I’ll come and join you.”
The pair stayed in comfortable silence while Jean smoked, listening to the activity in the street below and trying their very best to ignore the praise King Bradley was getting from the fanatics who were going to his parade.
“Hey, Boss?” Havoc inquired from his spot at the open window of Roy’s bedroom, “When were you born?”
Roy forced himself up onto his elbows to look at his lover; the blond was finishing off his cigarette and leaning on the windowsill, completely naked but to all save his dark-haired lover he was unseen so the point was moot.
“Why do you ask?” Roy answered the question with another, and Havoc grinned around his cigarette.
“Well, you’ve never celebrated it so I didn’t bother to ask, but when you become Fuhrer, we’re going to have to let the public know, right?”
Roy grinned, and shifted against his bare mattress, feeling the pleasing cool sensation of the air his small pedestal fan blew across his skin raise gooseflesh along his arm.
“When it happens, we’ll worry about it.”
Havoc smirked at him, and Roy realized the satisfaction he got in saying when instead of if.
“When it happens, we won’t be able to spend any more Fuhrer Days here with me. You’ll have to be out there kissing babies and accepting flowers and watching six hours worth of marching.”
Roy snorted, and rolled over again to expose his bare back to the fan.
“Damn, it’s hot.”
“This coming from the Flame Alchemist,” the younger man teased, taking a long drag from what little remained of his lit smoke.
“Not even I’d be willing to be near anything burning today,” Roy groaned, gesturing weakly over his shoulder, roughly in the direction of the weakly smoldering cigarette between Jean’s fingers.
“Well, I’m almost done anyway... after that I can sit up here watch all our colleagues and the people we protect scream out and support a man who’s probably never left his armored car to give them a second glance.”
“Hmm?”
“I can see part of the parade route from the window... only just. It was busy when I walked past,” Jean said vaguely, staring out the window with such a blank expression Roy was unsure if his lover was actually talking to him.
“Jean, come back to bed.”
“I’m not done smoking...”
“It burnt out just a moment ago,” Roy chuckled softly, “Come on, Jean. Look at me.”
Jean glanced over his shoulder, and Roy rolled over and held out his arms invitingly.
“Come on. This is our time together... and we’ve got a lot of it to spend, I must say.”
“Wouldn’t be too much compared to other people, you know,” the blond replied, standing up and making his way back over to the bed, “And you spent all day in bed anyway... and as much as your habit of not actually having any sheets on your bed must be comfy for you, I’m not sure it’s all that hygienic.”
“It’s only midday, you know. And you weren’t exactly complaining when you walked in here before.”
“I know,” Jean asserted, lying down on the bed next to Roy and pulling him close, “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever are you apologizing for?” Roy purred, leaning in to kiss the blond’s neck.
“Nothing, I guess,” Jean grinned, running one of his big warm hands along the nape of Roy’s neck, “Kiss me?”
“You need to ask?” Roy replied, deep and low in his throat.
“I suppose not,” the blond murmured, lips so close that they brushed against Roy’s when he spoke. Roy’s tongue darted from between his lips in invitation, and Jean took it, pressing rough lips against Roy’s, tongue darting past open and inviting lips to brush against the sensitive top of his lover’s mouth. Roy whimpered softly against the blond’s lips and hooked his leg over Jean’s hip, coaxing the blond to roll on top of him. Havoc followed the lead, and pressed his Colonel back against the pillows, breaking away to leave feathered kisses down his jawbone, the side of his neck.
“You’re being awfully cliché about this, aren’t you?”
“What makes you say that?” the younger man replied, brushing his tongue across the dark shadow at the dip of Roy’s throat while the older man made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded something like pleasure.
“You’ll just keep going down, down, down...” Roy murmured, moaning when Jean’s tongue found his right nipple and curled around it hungrily. Rough fingertips brushed softly along the curve of his shoulder, making him shiver, whimper and tighten his legs around Jean’s body, his erection straining against the blond’s stomach.
“I don’t hear you complaining... or feel it, either, for that matter,” Jean looked up briefly and grinned, brushing rough fingertips along the underside of Roy’s cock that stunned, and then shifted, moved across quivering thighs and then away as quickly as they had come and left Roy breathless.
“I d-didn’t say it was bad,” Roy jumped as Jean once again moved, much more smooth and graceful than you could really ever expect from a man of his build, his tongue this time finding the dip of his lover’s navel while both hands spread out across his ribs.
“Hold still, Roy,” the blond murmured against skin made too sensitive by rough lips and warm hands. With a last few swipes of the tongue as he moved upward, Havoc grabbed his Colonel on the way up and pressed him against the one pillow Roy had left at the top of the bed, and turned to grab the bottle of lube Roy had left on the bedside table earlier in the day. Roy watched with heavily lidded eyes and waited, the fan next to the bed chilling the perspiration on his skin and making him shiver at rhythmic intervals.
“How do you want it, Roy? Mouth? Hand?”
“I’ve had enough of the hand today. Mouth is good.”
“Fingers too?”
“Mmm.”
“Alright, then,” Jean smiled, guiding Roy’s legs apart with his dry hand whilst he held the other aloft, trying to avoid staining the mattress any more than Roy already had. Snaking his left arm under his lover’s body and around his waist to hold him steady while Roy squirmed and strained for purchase, Jean slowly pressed slick fingers inside of Roy’s entrance. Inch by careful inch the blond moved, brushing kisses across the inside of his lover’s thighs while the older man pressed down and gasped and demanded more without being able to form any comprehensible words to allow him the pleasure of begging.
“Alright, Roy?”
“Yes... it’s good.”
“Glad to hear it,” Jean beamed, before grunting, pulling himself upward and sucking Roy’s cock into his mouth. Mustang bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as the younger man’s tongue curled around the length of his dick and tried his very best not to arch upward, however tempting and overwhelming the urge was. Havoc gave a muffled purr in response to his Colonel’s fractured whimpers and cries that were bitten off a moment too late to be silenced.
Rough lips only preceded a rough tongue as Havoc sucked slowly, tongue darting across the underside of his cock while long, thick fingers moved and hooked and searched for the spot that would make the dark-haired man break free from all restraint and shame, that would make him arch up and cry out for him and beg and let Havoc know that he owned, marked and possessed by this man for as long as he reacted in such a way and for an eternity following.
A shameless cry of his name and breathless murmurs of please told Havoc when he’d found it, and he hooked his fingers and looked up at Roy, who was gazing back with glazed, questioning eyes.
“Now?” the dark-haired man breathed, and the look in his eyes was one of such longing that Jean found no purchase to deny him.
Upon seeing the answering nod, Roy refused himself all restraint and thrust up against Jean’s mouth in a fractured, frantic rhythm while Jean focused on brushing his fingers against that one spot that snapped a spark right up his lover’s spine, and staying perfectly still so that his concentration didn’t break, so he didn’t have to move away from Roy or stop giving him what he wanted.
With a final thrust and the sharp, stunning rush that always accompanied release, Mustang came inside Havoc’s mouth. The blond’s brow furrowed, concentration firmly set on swallowing the lot, his tongue and lips working softly around the head of Roy’s cock until his mouth was empty and his lover was spent and flopping back onto the pillows with that sated satisfaction that only accompanied orgasm.
“Good?” Jean asked, wiping at his lips self-consciously.
“... To say the absolute least,” Mustang panted back, smiling back when the blond grinned and moved up to take his lips in a warm, bitter kiss.
“Need a moment?”
Roy shook his head, coarse black hair making abrasive sounds against the material of the pillows.
“Your turn to lie down, Jean.”
“Roy...”
“You only call me by my name when we’re like this, you know,” Roy observed, grinning as he pressed his Second Lieutenant down onto the bed and, for the second time that day, found himself liberally filling his palm with lubricant, “I want to make the most of this time.”
“Should I start using your name more?”
“No, I don’t mind. Makes this time even better.”
Jean grinned and rested his hands on Roy’s hips as the dark-haired man positioned himself, legs straddled to either side of his blond lover.
“I’m sorry, you’ve been neglected for a little too long,” Roy murmured, reaching down to slick Jean’s cock, giving the blond a true smile that he missed as his eyes slipped shut and his face flushed, “Mmm, far too long...”
“It’s okay, Roy,” Jean replied, breathless and happy as Roy put a great deal of concentration of holding the base of the blond’s cock steady while he moved over him, nose wrinkling a little at the initial sensation as the head of Jean’s cock slipped inside with more friction than expected, but not enough to make it entirely unpleasant.
“You alright, Roy?” came the nervous question from underneath him, and when Roy looked down, Jean’s eyes had grown to a size roughly equivalent to that of the average dinner plate, clouded with worry.
“Mmm, it’s fine,” Roy replied, taking inch by careful inch of Jean’s cock into his body, “Just... move your hands... under my thighs...”
“Like this?” Jean asked, his hands moving to cup Roy’s thighs, and Roy nodded and sighed, relaxing and letting Jean’s cock into his body entirely while his entire warm weight rested upon Jean’s hands and stomach.
Jean leaned up and pressed a kiss against Roy’s neck.
“Okay?”
“Just a minute,” Roy muttered, shivering as Jean pressed his face against his neck, eyelashes flicking across sensitive skin and lips whispering soft words that meant nothing but held the weight of the world against his neck.
“Now.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Now, now?”
“Yes, Jean.”
“Okay, Roy,” Jean whispered, hands still cupped around Roy’s thighs, supporting him as he started rocking his hips. Jean’s soft moan was returned by Roy, and the pair moved against one another with Roy’s constant, soft, breathy moans punctuated by the occasional soft cry from Jean as Roy’s body tightened around him, trying to respond as Jean’s cock brushed against his prostate at fleeting intervals. It was a little too soon after Roy’s own climax for that, however, so the dark-haired man put all of his remaining strength into pleasuring the man beneath him, rising up and exposing his bare chest for Jean to kiss as he rose off the blond’s erection as far as he could go, relaxing and so limber that were it not for Jean leaning up to meet him he would have fallen when he pressed down again and at the same time met Jean’s lips.
It was never going to last long, not with the wait Jean had had to endure, not with Roy so tight and hot around him and with the desperate way Jean found his own hips jerking upwards, but it was good all the same. Their eyes met, and Roy’s arms slipped around Jean’s neck and drew him closer for a desperate kiss that contained nothing but tooth and tongue and wanting.
“Close, Roy,” Jean murmured when they parted, and Roy merely nodded and increased his pace, barely heeding Jean’s strangled cry through his own heady daze of pleasure. The next thing he knew, Jean’s lips were pressed against his throat, his hands smoothing his hair and his voice hoarse as he felt warmth running through him, Jean arching up to meet him as he moved down.
“Roy... I love you.”
And for just that, it was worth the physical strain. Vaguely aware of Jean’s hands under his arms and lifting him off, Roy’s nose wrinkled as Jean’s cock slipped out of him with a wet sound of release and his semen began running down his thighs.
“I’ll grab that sheet,” Jean grinned, pressing Roy down against the bed as he crawled to the end of the bed. Roy grunted and sat up.
“Don’t treat me like a child, Jean,” he murmured, but allowed Jean to clean the both of them off anyway. Once he was done, Jean tossed the sheet over his should and the pair fell into a sated silence, interrupted only by the hum of the fan, and by...
“Roy?”
“Hmm?”
Jean's brow quirked.
“Look at me, Roy.”
Mustang nodded, and rolled over to meet his lover's amused blue eyes.
“It’s raining.”
“So?”
“It’s raining on the parade, Roy,” Jean chuckled, looking over at the window to see the midday sun struggling to shine through behind the cloud cover, “Told you it was cloudy.”
“Mmm...” Roy said, curling around Jean slowly, “And I never did tell you...”
“What, Roy?”
“My birthday,” the dark-haired man replied, fingers curling against the blond’s shoulder, “It’s the fourteenth of April.”
“I’ll have to remember to get you something next time, then,” Jean grinned.
Happily, and with an extreme satisfaction, the pair lay together, listening to the sound of the rain, the people in the street below running for shelter, and the sound of the other’s heartbeats as the parade came to a abrupt end.
END
Oh God, it’s done! Comments would be greatly, greatly appreciated!