Collab with raja815; "Pleasure and Probability" [Roy/Jean, rated NC-17]
Title: Pleasure and Probability
Author: galuxkitty
Artist: raja815
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7673
Warnings: Slightly crack, but is otherwise approximately 7700 words of delicious smut.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
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I'm using this as the "Extortion" theme on 30_kisses so I don't lose my claim. Yup.
Thank you to kousuke_blade and havocmangawip for their beta-reading efforts!
I dedicate to Raja’s gorgeous drawings their written twin. ♥
Pushing Havoc’s hand off his lap for the third time since they’d started the journey home, Roy Mustang tried to remind himself why he’d opted for a taxi instead of allowing Hawkeye to drop them both back to his apartment. The taxi driver gave them an odd look as Havoc laughed and threw his arm around Roy’s neck, and Roy excused his Second Lieutenant’s antics and leaned forward to pay the driver the fare.
“Will you need help getting that guy inside?” the driver asked, visibly regretting it two seconds after he’d said it.
“No, that’s fine,” Roy replied, coughing when Havoc tugged on his tie, “Come on, Lieutenant, stop acting like a moron.”
“Yes Sir!” Havoc replied, opening the side door and sliding out of his seat.
In retrospect, going to Bradley’s mid-year ball had been a relatively stupid idea; Roy hadn’t attended for about five years now, and that single time was due to Hughes somehow being absolutely assured that at that ball, he would meet his future wife. That had been a monumental failure; he’d met Jean (not Lieutenant Havoc) instead. This year, said Lieutenant had managed to coax him out of his apartment for the night, and Roy had watched, drinking shot after shot of bourbon while Havoc had whisked each of Armstrong’s sisters around the room. Not that Roy would have danced even if Jean had asked; there was a thin line between keeping a secret and looking utterly stupid and tonight Jean had almost crossed both.
Roy was jarred from his thoughts when the blond opened his door and stood with perfect straight-back military stance, waiting for him to leave the car. Jean grinned and Roy smirked back, shutting the door behind him and waving the taxi driver off.
“You didn’t need to act like that, you know,” Roy smiled, tugging at his gloves to make them sit more comfortably, “You made a fool of yourself.”
“Probably won’t remember in the morning anyway, Sir,” Jean grinned.
“I’ll be betting you will, with the headache you’ll have,” Roy replied, digging in his pockets for the keys to his apartment block; it was well-past midnight, and the gates were locked.
“You’ll just have to take care of me.”
“You’d better start thinking of ways to make it up to me.”
“Duly noted, Sir.”
Roy smirked again and tugged Havoc through the gate, not bothering to let go of the younger man’s hand as they made their way up to his apartment. Mustang stepped carefully in the dark; he’d certainly had more bourbon than Havoc, but Havoc had less skill with holding his liquor.
“There’s a bigger step here, be careful you don’t...” Roy was cut short as he was dragged to his knees by Havoc’s falling body. The blond man grunted and cursed, and Roy flicked a leaf out of his hair before helping him to his feet.
“I was about to say be careful you don’t trip, but it’s a bit late now. I knew you should have worn them... I have them right here.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d worn them or not, Roy... they’re reading glasses. Plus I wouldn’t have tripped if my head wasn’t spinning... and if these stupid coattails weren’t so long...”
“Serves you right, then.”
“Gee, thanks. Some affectionate lover you are.”
“I try,” Roy grinned, once again reaching into his pocket for his house keys as they neared his front door. He let go of Havoc’s hand to unlock the door, and Havoc stood behind him, awkwardly fiddling with his cufflinks until Roy had unlocked the door.
“After you,” Roy said. Havoc frowned and nodded, and took a single step before stopping.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sorry... just not used to it is all...” Havoc mumbled, heat rising to his face as he stepped through the door. He felt Roy follow him swiftly, heard the door slam behind him, and had barely yelped Roy’s name before the older man had spun him around and pinned him back against the door. Mustang’s lips pressed against his, and Jean was in no state of mind to argue, moaning softly as Roy’s tongue pressed against his closed lips insistently.
“You have no self-control,” Havoc breathed, hands fisted in the back of Roy’s jacket.
“Look who’s talking,” Roy whispered hoarsely, leaning in to graze his teeth along the bottom of Havoc’s chin.
“Is this my payment in advance?”
“I’ll think of something better,” Roy grinned, “Go lie down. I’ll bring you some water to sober you up.”
Jean needed no further encouragement; aware of Roy’s gaze following him until he’d disappeared into the hallway, shedding his own jacket on the way and finally ridding himself of his cuff links. Rubbing at his wrists, Havoc sighed and kicked open Roy’s bedroom door with the tip of his boot. Once he’d shut the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his shirt, tossed his tie into the corner of the room and lay down on the bed, not bothering with his socks and pants. He listened to Roy moving around in the kitchen drowsily and stifled a yawn with his hand, rubbing irritably as his eyes blurred under the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
Havoc figured he must have dozed off at some point during the ten minutes Roy spent in the kitchen; the next thing he knew, he was being awoken by the older man who offered him a glass of water and placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead.
“Thanks, Roy,” Jean smiled, “I’m not great at holding my booze, am I?”
“No, you’re not,” Roy replied, “But that should wake you up some.”
“I’m not allowed to sleep this off?”
“You remember our deal?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to cash that in now,” Jean grunted, sitting up to drink the glass of water.
“You were wrong,” Roy replied, watching his lover drain the glass of water in one go.
“Smug bastard,” Jean grinned, putting the empty glass on the bed and reaching down into Roy’s pocket to grab his glasses. Once he’d retrieved them, he snapped the case open and slid them onto Roy’s face.
“Thank you for ruining my vision that little bit by putting glasses that weren’t made for me on my face.”
“You look kind of cute, actually,” Jean snorted.
“Cute? Since when have I ever looked cute?” Roy glared at Jean through dark eyes blurred from trying to focus through the glass, and Jean laughed.
“You look like a little kid playing dress-up with his daddy’s suit.”
Roy sighed and took off the glasses, placing them firmly back on Jean’s face.
“Much better,” he smirked, “Now, as I was saying... payback.”
“Why now?”
Roy sighed and took the empty glass, placing it on the nightstand before leaning over Havoc and pressing him down into the pillows, kissing him softly, only breaking away when Havoc moaned and pulled him closer.
“What’s the matter?”
“A little self-restraint, Jean,” Roy smirked, “Tonight we play by my rules, remember?”
“Bastard,” Havoc grinned affectionately and punched Roy lightly in the cheek.
“I didn’t say you could call me that,” Roy grinned.
“With all due respect Colonel, I’ll follow you in uniform but I’ll be damned before I let myself be your bitch in the bedroom.”
“You make it entirely too easy, Jean,” Roy chuckled, seating himself gently on Havoc’s stomach and shedding his own formal dinner jacket, “And I thought you would be sober enough to stay awake through... something new I’ve rather wanted to try.”
“Huh?” Havoc replied, staring dumbly at Roy, who merely grinned and reached toward the first drawer in the bedside table.
“You don’t trust me to make it fun?” Roy teased, retrieving two small plastic cubes from the drawer.
“What are those?” Havoc grunted from the weight of Roy on his stomach, and swiftly caught the Colonel’s wrist and prised the two blue blocks from his lover’s hand, “And why do they have insert and cock written on them?”
“They have other things - fun things - written on them, too,” Roy pointed out, and Havoc thumbed the blocks around his palm and saw Roy was right.
“So, what are they?”
“Sex dice.”
“So we roll them?”
“And do as they say, yes.”
Jean looked at his palm. Insert and ass were currently face up. He was just about to get around trying to figure out how he was supposed to insert his ass into anything when Roy laughed and snatched the dice back.
“Should we get on with it then?”
“Shouldn’t we probably get naked first, Boss?”
“That’s certainly what I thought would be best.”
“Then could you please get off me for a moment?”
“Sorry about that.”
“The power’s getting to your head, Roy,” Jean grinned, unzipping his pants.
“I should certainly hope it seems that way, because tonight we both follow rules but I call the shots,” Roy responded, tossing his dress shirt to the floor.
Jean stripped off his pants, taking his underwear along with them, leaving him only in his socks.
“I think I like this,” Roy purred as Jean settled back against the pillows and waited for him to finish taking off his clothes.
“I’m not leaving them on. I’ve been wearing them while I’ve been dancing.”
“Point taken,” Roy said, ruffling the gel out of his hair, watching Jean lie on his back and drag his legs closer to him so he could get the socks off, “Yes, I definitely like this. In fact, this looks brilliant from where I’m sitting.”
“Pervert.”
“But you love me.”
“So help me,” Jean replied, tossing his socks onto the floor.
“You’ll be needing it if you keep bending like that.”
“Threats now?”
“Not of the violent kind,” Roy purred, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his pants.
“Remind me never to let you have this advantage again,” Jean sighed, watching Roy discard the last of his clothing and toss the two dice between his hands.
Mustang smiled and crawled up the bed on his hands and knees and settled over Jean’s body comfortably. Placing the dice on the pillow next to Jean’s head and cupping the sides of the blond man’s face with his hands, he pressed his lips against his lover’s, his right hand sliding down Havoc’s body to brush gently against his soft cock; Havoc arched and gasped softly against Roy’s lips but Roy, being the frustrating bastard he’d decided to be tonight, pulled away and rolled off.
“Roy, you bastard!”
“Time to play the game, Lieutenant,” Mustang purred, picking the dice up carefully and tossing them onto Havoc’s stomach. One of them rolled into Jean’s navel and landed with “Kiss” facing upwards. The other rolled off the other side of the blond’s body, and Roy leaned over him to check what it said.
“Kiss fingers,” Roy murmured, “Not bad for a start, I suppose.”
“I suppose so,” Jean replied, reaching up to scratch the bridge of his nose irritably; having his glasses on tended to annoy him because they never felt comfortable. Roy caught his wrist halfway and pressed his lips against the younger man’s palm, making him shiver with a teasing swipe of the tongue across the sensitive skin between his fingers. After pausing to look at Jean’s blushing face with dark eyes, Roy kissed each of the blond’s fingertips (smoother than his own except where he’d burnt himself stubbing out cigarettes) and bit lightly down on the inside of his thumb before pulling away, gazing at Jean with the same dark eyes before pushing the dice into the blond’s hand.
“Your turn.”
“Tease,” Havoc snorted, cupping his hands and shaking the dice before tossing them at Roy.
“Hey! Don’t do that!” Roy snapped as one of the cubes hit him squarely on the end of the nose.
Jean laughed and then glanced at the dice, looking puzzled.
“Lick tongue?”
“Yes. What’s the problem?” Roy questioned, cocking one eyebrow.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“You have no sense of creativity, you know,” Roy purred, pressing a kiss against the top of Jean’s head, “Would you like me to start you off?”
“Something tells me you’d do it even if I said no,” Jean replied, and Roy smirked.
“You’re right.”
“Okay, so show me.”
Roy gestured for Havoc to sit up, and the blond moved away from the pillows just in time; a second later, Roy had thrown himself down onto the bed and poked his tongue out.
“... I don’t get you sometimes, Boss.”
Roy simply gestured for Jean to come closer, and Jean, for want of anything else to do, obeyed. Roy pulled the blond down on top of him, and then flicked the tip of his tongue against his lover’s lips. Mustang’s idea seemed to dawn upon Havoc then, because he blushed a violent red (whether from embarrassment or arousal, Roy wasn’t totally sure until he felt Jean’s cock press against his thigh) and pressed his tongue against Roy’s.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Havoc knew that Roy took delight in his frustration and loved to play the tease; he tried his best to remember that as Roy pulled him down, dark eyes narrowed and desperate, arching up to meet him as Jean kissed him, tongues brushing teasingly against one another. Jean was only reminded of what a frustrating tease Roy could be as his hand brushed lightly down the older man’s thigh and tried to sneak between their bodies; Roy immediately broke away, tongue giving one last inviting flick across his lips before Jean was pushed gently away and denied anything further.
“Constant control, Jean,” Roy repeated, tongue flicking lightly across his own lips, which were flushed and red from kissing.
“Says you of all people,” Jean grumbled.
“Those are the rules for tonight,” Roy stated, smiling when Jean slipped his glasses just a little farther down his nose to rub his eyes, “If you don’t like them...”
“Oh, what’ll you do?” Jean asked sarcastically.
“I’ll leave you to your own devices,” Roy murmured, eyes flicking down to Jean’s cock before once again focusing on his face.
“Then you’d be in the same boat as me.”
“I’ve made much greater sacrifices in my life, Lieutenant. Just one more night thinking about you with no one but myself for comfort wouldn’t add too much to the tally,” Roy smirked, “And anyway, wouldn’t you rather see what the roll of the dice says before you jump to such negative conclusions?”
Jean paused for a moment, before visibly caving. Mustang nodded, and leaned over to kiss him softly as he took the dice.
“It’s your turn, Boss.”
“With some luck we’ll both claim some release from this one,” Roy murmured, dropping the dice in the space between their legs.
Jean squinted down at the two tiny words on the dice, and then looked back up at his Colonel.
“You just jinxed it, Mustang.”
“I don’t believe in such superstitions,” Roy snorted, “It’s just the luck of the draw.”
“So, are you going to do it?” Jean asked grumpily.
“I have to decide what to do with the ‘own choice’ portion of it first,” Roy replied.
“There’s only so much you can do to someone’s lips, Roy,” Jean pointed out, folding his arms across his chest.
“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be quite as boring as you make it sound.”
“Until you prove it, you’re all talk,” Jean snorted.
“If you stopped being cynical for just one moment...” Roy snapped, and with one swift gesture, he cupped Havoc’s chin with his hand, pulled him closer and sucked the blond’s lower lip into his mouth. Once he’d finished softly nibbling at Havoc’s lip with his teeth, he swiped his tongue across teeth that were clenched shut from surprise, and then pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Havoc’s mouth before pulling away.
Jean sat there, partially stunned by Roy’s sudden move but mostly looking at Roy expectantly, as if the older man was about to lunge back at him and kiss him longer, tease him harder, give him some semblance of his usual teasing, drawn-out approach to romance. Mustang simply sat there impatiently, and finally made a soft sound in the back of his throat and picked up the dice, dropping them into Havoc’s lap before going back to looking at the blond expectantly.
“Is that all?” Havoc asked blankly.
“Yes, that’s all,” Roy retorted, “Now, I believe it’s your turn.”
“But... but... where’s the teasing? Where’s the long-drawn-out playing and heavy petting and frustrating finish?” Havoc questioned. The Colonel’s face remained impassive.
“Hey, I know what’s wrong... you’re getting impatient!”
“I most certainly am not getting impatient,” Roy replied, “Now roll.”
“Whatever you say, Sir,” Havoc grinned, picking up the dice and dropping them again unceremoniously in the space between himself and Roy.
“Well,” Roy said, “Not what I wanted, but certainly not unwelcome.”
“I think I’ll have to take these off now,” Havoc chuckled, sliding the glasses down his nose and then placing them carefully on the bedside table.
“It’s a shame; you look good in them.”
“But they’d annoy me. And I assume you don’t want me to stop halfway.”
“Of course not,” Roy purred, lying back down on the bed, “I would assume this would be the easiest way?”
“I’d say so.”
Jean smiled and pressed a kiss to Roy’s forehead, before moving down to flick his tongue across his dark-haired lover’s right nipple. While teasing carefully with tooth and tongue and lip, Havoc brushed the tips of his fingers against Roy’s neck and pressed his body against Roy’s, waiting for him to moan before moving down his body, leaving tiny licks and nips on his skin until he came to rest his head on the older man’s thigh.
“So...” Jean murmured, hand resting on the inside of Roy’s thigh, “What do you want me to do?”
Roy’s answer was a breathless whisper of his name, and Jean smiled and rose up, moving in between the older man’s legs and curling his fingers around Roy’s cock to hold him steady. Roy arched and moaned, waiting for Jean to move...
And Havoc promptly pulled away and grinned at him.
“Havoc?” Roy inquired, still lying naked and exposed on the bed, face flushed with wanting, “I think you forgot something.”
“I didn’t, Sir. Tonight we’re playing by the rules, remember?”
“If you’re going to break the rules and move onto an area the dice didn’t specify, you’ve broken the rules anyway.”
“You never stopped me. One of us had to remember the game, right?” Havoc grinned.
“You have absolutely no idea how frustrated I am right now,” Roy grumbled, dragging himself up into a sitting position.
“Taste of your own medicine,” Havoc replied fondly, “And it’s your turn.”
“Oh, thank you,” Roy snorted, finding the dice in the now rumpled bedcover and tossing them back down nonchalantly. Once they’d stopped skipping over the creases in the sheets and landed, Mustang stared at the two little words that were face-up, and Havoc scrambled for his glasses to read just what Roy was staring at; once he had, he promptly burst into hysterical laughter.
“Kiss ass? Kiss ass?” Havoc chortled and then added; “I’ve never seen anything more ironic in my life!”
“Havoc, I’m warning you...”
“You’ve got to admit that it’s funny, Sir,” Havoc said, smirking jovially and raising his hand in a mock salute.
Once Roy had stopped marvelling at Jean’s perfect stiff-backed military stance (and how it often dragged other stiff things up for fun), he sniffed and made a circling motion with his hand, indication for Havoc to turn around and face the top of the bed.
“Yes, Chief,” Havoc said, swivelling around on his knees until he was facing the wall, at which point Roy splayed the palm of his hand flat against of his lover’s back and positioning him until he was laying stomach-down, flat on the bed. Running the tip of his finger down the cleft of Jean’s ass, Roy leaned down pressed a quick, simple kiss to the man’s thigh.
“Great effort there, Boss.”
Smirking, Roy leaned down again and, before Havoc could realize what he was doing, placed his mouth over Havoc’s skin and sucked. Havoc was caught by surprise and yelped when he felt Roy’s teeth grazing against his thigh.
“Roy, you son of a bitch!” Jean snapped as Roy moved away from him, craning his neck to try and look at the bright red mark his lover had left on his ass.
“Revenge, Jean,” Roy smirked, “And I’m sure it’ll itch.”
“Stupid bastard,” Havoc grumbled as he sat back up, “Where have the dice gone?”
“I’ve got them. Say the magic word.”
“Now?”
“Fine,” Roy sighed dramatically and dropped the plastic cubes into Jean’s outstretched hand, “Can’t even take a joke.”
Jean continued to glare at Roy while he threw the dice down onto the bed. They skipped and snagged over the little rivets in the sheets and finally came to rest just in front of Roy’s knees.
Roy glanced at the tiny words that were on the face-up side of the dice and smiled, running his hand gently up and down the inside of Jean’s thigh as he scrambled for his glasses.
“I’ve been waiting for something like this,” Roy murmured against Jean’s neck, “And it comes as a relief.”
Havoc slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose and squinted for a moment while his eyes adjusted, picking the dice up between his thumb and index fingers to keep the right side face up as he read the words.
“This is definitely better,” Jean smiled, “Have you got something to help the process?”
“Of course,” Roy said, leaning over the side of the bed to rummage in one of the drawers in the bedside table, “You expect me to be unprepared for such a thing? Oh, and by the way... while I was buying our new toys the other day, I got something thrown in free.”
“Should I ask where you got these things, Roy?” asked Havoc, perplexed as he watched his lover wriggle around to give him better access to all corners of the drawers.
“Probably not, I’m not entirely sure that they’re morally legal,” Roy said flippantly, finally crawling back onto the bed with a small, pearly-coloured bottle in his hand, “Now, this is something normal but also something new... I thought it would be interesting to experiment with.”
“Didn’t know you were a lubricant alchemist,” Jean snorted, reading the fine print on the bottle.
“Don’t be stupid,” Roy snorted, “It’s merely that I enjoy trying new things.”
“Like lube flavoured with big artificial cherries?”
“That too,” Roy purred, pressing the little bottle into Jean’s hand. He crawled up to the top of the bed and flopped down on the pillows with his legs splayed wide, eyes dark and inviting. Jean smeared the lube on his fingers and the sickly saccharine scent of the fake cherry reaching his nose and almost making him recoil purely from the foul scent. He was on the verge of just wiping the foul stuff off on the sheets, but Roy was lying there with such desperate darkness in his eyes, panting softly, eyes half-lidded and cock straining, the head damp with precome, the rest of his skin sleek with a very fine sheen of sweat.
“Jean...”
The blond nodded slowly and walked towards Roy on his knees, laying down next to his darkhaired lover, biting gently down on his shoulder until he whimpered, and then whispering softly in his ear.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” Roy whispered, and Jean needed no further incentive.
Gently pressing his lips against the shell of Roy’s ear, Jean shifted slightly to allow for more comfortable access and carefully pressed one long, smooth finger into Roy’s body; slowly, carefully, so very cautious so as not to cause any discomfort. Sex was rarely something that they put so much time and care into; there was never anything slow about the way they fucked each other, and as compared to the norm this was almost something entirely new. Spurred by that thought, Jean paused for a moment despite Roy’s quiet, desperate whimpers and short, sharp movements; the clenching of Roy’s muscles to subside around his fingers was a little too strained. Carefully kissing and holding Roy to distract him from the discomfort, Jean pressed the tip of his nose against Roy’s wrinkled one and breathlessly asked if Roy was okay, and if he could progress.
“I’m fine, Jean,” Roy replied, and the blond nodded and slid his index and middle back inside.
The slow burning that told Roy he was close was aching low in his belly, and the dark haired man cried out when Havoc’s fingers found their mark and slowly massaged his prostate. Unable to take the dull aching or the climax slipping through his fingers any longer, Roy curled his own hands around his cock and stroked himself sharply, desperate for release, precome leaking over his fingers and breath coming in short, sharp pants that turned into cries as he got closer.
So close, so close he could feel it even more than ever before, Jean’s fingers were touching him so delicately, felt so perfect inside him, one final stroke and- Havoc snatched Roy’s wrists between his hands and tugged them away from his cock with his free hand, his fingers stilling inside Roy’s body.
“Jean... what...”
“Shhh, Roy,” Havoc murmured, carefully removing his fingers and pressing a kiss to Roy’s forehead, “I don’t want to finish like this.”
“Then how do you want to finish, then?”
“One of us has to roll the jackpot,” Jean grinned cheekily and slid an arm around Roy’s shoulders.
“Penetration?” Roy purred amusedly, thankful for Jean’s soft kisses and touches while he was coming back from the very edge.
“Of course.”
“It had better be rolled soon,” Roy mumbled, looking downward, “Don’t know how much longer I can last at this rate. And you aren’t looking so good yourself, Jean.”
“I’ll last as long as I need to just to see you come first,” Jean grinned, “Now, I think it’s your turn. Perhaps this will let you cool down a bit so you don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“You’ll regret this when I’m the one to be inside of you, Jean,” Roy retorted, picking up the dice and tossing them nonchalantly back onto the bed. The first one snagged on the rumpled sheets and landed on “insert”, and Roy’s heart leapt in his ribcage. The second one jumped over the rivets in the bedcover and landed on the floor.
“What does it say? Roy whispered hoarsely, and Jean pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and leaned over the side of the bed.
“It says ‘tongue’. What does the other one say?”
Roy didn’t respond, and Jean looked over his shoulder and rolled back over, trying to ignore the heavy ache of his cock between his legs.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re incredibly lucky I bought flavoured lube.”
“Why’s that?”
“It appears that I’m taking kiss ass that one step further.”
“Huh?”
“A kiss with tongue.”
“... Oh,” Jean responded dumbly.
“There’s something we haven’t done.”
“I guess I’m the guinea pig then,” Jean said, unable to keep the slight anxiety out of his voice.
“It seems so... oh, don’t look so excited!” Roy said sarcastically, “Come on, thrill of the unknown, amazing surprises, me between your legs doing dirty, dirty things...”
“Oh, how can I ever say no?”
“That’s exactly right. How can you say no?”
“I don’t know, Roy...”
“You think I’m particularly poking my tongue around there?”
“But Roy...”
“The sooner we get this done the sooner we get closer to what you want. And I’ve heard that plenty of people like this sort of thing.”
“Okay, Roy,” Jean sighed, “For the sake of the game... but just for a second. If I don’t like it, will you stop?”
“Would I ever force anything that you didn’t find pleasurable upon you?”
“No,” Jean sighed, “No, you wouldn’t.”
“Well, what’s there to worry about?”
“Nothing, I suppose,” Jean murmured, yelping as he lost balance due to Roy’s violent yanking apart of his legs from under him.
“Lube.”
“Yes Sir.”
“No ‘Sir’ in the bedroom.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Idiot,” Roy replied affectionately, pouring a liberal amount of lubricant into his palm.
The initial sensation wasn’t all that disgusting; Roy smearing the lube over his ass and thighs wasn’t anything new for Jean, although this time it was spread across his skin much farther, far from being just used to ease Roy’s way inside him as it usually did. It vaguely dawned upon him, just as Roy was smearing the sickly sweet smelling liquid over his balls, that he was probably planning something if he was going to so much trouble to prep him. The lube probably wasn’t really as cold as it felt, considering that his entire body felt like it was prickling with heat, but he still shivered as Roy wiped his hand clean on the top of his thighs, the lube cold and numbing on his skin before it gradually warmed to match his body heat as Roy got off the bed and quickly headed to the small bathroom adjoining the bedroom to grab a towel.
“It might be a bit late now,” Roy murmured as he came back, smiling when Jean lifted his legs higher so his lover could slide the towel underneath him, “But this’ll at least stop the bed getting sticky from this point on.” Jean started to reply, but he didn’t get far; he was cut off by his own sharp intake of air and ragged moan as Roy began licking the lube off the inside of his thighs.
The lubricant didn’t taste particularly nice; it was too deceivingly sweet even before he could taste it, the smell of it too artificial for it to really be anything but overwhelming. Breathing steadily in between licking the last of the drying lubricant off Jean’s thighs, Roy’s murmured softly as he finished his task as then shifted contentedly, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary as he lifted himself up onto his forearms and brushed his lips gently over his lover’s balls.
From somewhere at the top of the bed, Roy heard Havoc’s single desperate word of yes and smiled, despite himself. He watched Jean’s aching cock twitching, with a bizarre sort of fixation upon the spectacle as he pressed his lips against the very base of his lover’s dick and sucked, moaning in reply to Jean’s encouraging, short-breathed praise. Dark eyes stayed fixed upon a small droplet of precome running down the Second Lieutenant’s erection, and Mustang was overcome by the desire to brush it away with his tongue; the bitter taste of it on his tongue combined with the lingering flavour of the lube made him cough a little and sit up to try and rid himself of the strange taste sitting at the back of his throat.
“Sir...” Havoc started, breathing shallow and thighs quivering with want, “Are you alright? Should we stop?”
“No.” Mustang’s reply was immediate and utterly confident; exactly the same tone as he used in the office as Colonel instead of Roy, and Havoc knew he could never refuse it.
“Well then, when you’re ready,” Jean replied, grinning somewhat nervously as Roy moved back down and took in the sight in front of him with approval.
Putting showmanship before satisfaction was Mustang’s usual forte, so he drew his tongue across Havoc’s balls a single time more for the sake of both cleaning him off as best as he could and to watch the expression on Jean’s face change as it showed the dual sensations of different sorts of pleasures; Lust and satisfaction as he felt Roy’s tongue on his skin, happiness to see the desire, the fire burning in dark eyes as he watched him, the careful consideration that crossed his face for the brief moment before he lowered his head and pressed his tongue against Havoc’s ass. The blond whimpered, and the Colonel stopped and looked at him sharply.
“You don’t like that?” Roy questioned, and Havoc knew Roy hadn’t been lying when he said he’d never force him.
“No... it’s good, Boss. It’s fine,” Havoc murmured, giving a smile, which was briefly returned before Roy moved down again. Not wanting to miss watching his lover tease him, Havoc forced himself up onto his elbows and watched, dazed as Roy ran the tip of his tongue around his entrance.
The sensation was new, but it didn’t feel as bad as he always thought it would; Roy’s tongue pressing against him, slick as insistent, almost curling when his muscles reflexively tightened, making Roy moan and breathe sharper, faster, warm air tickling its way across his skin. Smooth fingers brushed over the place where his leg joined his body and then curled teasingly around his cock, and Havoc had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from crying out.
“Close, Roy.”
Roy nodded slowly and pulled away; somewhere in the back of Havoc’s mind, he realized that he was the one who suggested that they could only finish if one of them rolled actual sex, by the traditional definition of the word. After lying there for the next five minutes, still acutely aware of the burning feeling in his stomach, Havoc sighed and told Roy that waiting wasn’t going to work.
“I figured as much,” the dark-haired man replied, kissing him softly on the lips and messing his hair with his hand, “But your roll is next. One of us has got to get lucky with this sooner or later.”
“I suppose so,” Jean said, “Can I toss the dice one at a time?”
“Of course, though the suspense may be the end of me.”
Havoc smiled and kissed the tip of Roy’s nose, laughing when the older man blushed. He juggled the two dice between his palms for a bit and then decided to roll the one detailed with the tiny text for body parts first. Biting his lip, Havoc tossed the die and watched it intently until it came to land on “cock”.
“A good sign,” Roy smirked, reaching over to slide Havoc’s glasses off.
“What’re you doing that for?”
“I don’t want them to get broken during our passionate lovemaking frenzy.”
“We’re not there yet. I’m doing this to your cock, remember?” Havoc said, trying to keep the want out of his voice as he tossed the second die onto the bed.
“Singular or mutual pleasure; I care not.”
Jean rolled his eyes and watched the die come to a rest near Mustang’s knee. The blond didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he let out a huge sigh at the result of the roll; “own choice”.
“So, Jean,” Mustang purred, leaning back against the pillows with legs splayed so wide that the position was nothing short of intentionally arousing, “What are you planning to do?”
“I want to finish this,” Jean stated, voice even, “Lie down.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to last either way and neither are you, by the looks of things,” Jean murmured, moving towards Roy to nuzzle against the older man’s neck, “Please, Roy. Just let me ride you so we can finish this together.”
“No,” Roy repeated, shaking his head, “I want you to suck me.”
“Why would you want that when we’ve been waiting this whole damn time to roll something like this? I thought the aim was that one of us got to fuck the other!”
“I know what I’m doing, Jean,” Roy replied, voice soft as he kissed Havoc’s hair, “And besides, tonight was supposed to be run by my rules. I’ve let you have a little leeway, don’t you think?”
Jean was in no mood to argue, and if doing what Roy wanted got them to where they both wanted to be quicker, he wasn’t going to argue about doing it.
“Okay,” Jean sighed, running his hands through his hair and watching Roy with half-lidded eyes, “If that’s what you want.”
“Thank you,” Roy smiled as he tossed Havoc the bottle of lube, “See if you can take the taste of that.”
The Second Lieutenant flipped the cap of the bottle open with his thumb and wrinkled his nose a little at the smell; it had been hard to take from a distance but from such a close proximity it almost made his head spin.
“Not good?” Roy questioned.
“Get something with a milder taste and smell next time,” Havoc muttered, up ending the bottle and pouring the lube into his hand, “Are you alright?”
“Can’t quite recall a time when I’ve been better.”
“So long as you can stay in control,” Jean’s expression creased into a smirk worthy of Roy himself as the thumb and index finger of his spare hand curled around the base of Roy’s cock to hold him steady while the other fisted at the head and stroked him slowly, carefully, up and down the entire length of his erection evenly. Roy whimpered as his hips jerked forward as a reflex to the stimulation, and bit down hard on his lip as precome flowed liberally across Jean’s fingers when the younger man’s hand stilled on his dick.
“If I’m gonna do this, we’d better make it quick. Neither of us will last at this pace,” Jean murmured, and before Roy could really register that his lover had moved, Havoc had angled himself between Mustang’s already parted legs and was steadily taking the slicked length of his lover’s erection into his throat. From the moment Roy felt Jean’s tongue slide against him, felt the soft vibrations of Jean humming, felt Jean’s fingers curling around the base as he took him into his throat, the older man knew this had been a mistake on his behalf, and that he apparently didn’t have as much control as he gave himself credit for.
Swearing softly, Mustang arched up into Havoc’s next movement, trying his hardest to bite back upon the vertigo of the edge and Jean coughed and pulled away, caught off-guard by Roy’s precome hitting the back of his throat.
“Sorry,” Roy murmured as Jean wiped the dribble of white off his bottom lip and glared.
“I really hate to say I told you so, Roy,” the blond said snappishly.
“I’ll make it up to you, in that case,” Roy replied, and Havoc felt slightly unnerved by the sudden narrowing of his lover’s eyes, the sudden purr in his voice.
“You want the dice?”
“I think I’m tired of this game,” Roy hissed, and before Jean knew what Roy was doing the older man had placed both his hands on his shoulders and given him a push backwards; Havoc fell backwards, feeling slightly stunned as his head hit the bottom of the bed.
“What are you...?”
“You can tease me about it all you want. Call me a hypocrite all you like. Damn it, you can set up a shrine to this night as a testament to my impatience if you wish,” Roy muttered, scrambling for the bottle of lube and applying a generous amount to his aching cock, “But my patience has been pushed to the limit.”
“How is this fair?” Jean snapped, but whatever else he was going to say on the matter was cut off when Roy slid two fingers into his body, running them teasingly parallel to the blond’s prostate.
Roy smirked, leaned down to press his tongue against Jean’s skin and whispered, “It’s not. But remember, we’re playing by my rules.”
The older man’s fingers brushed lightly over Havoc’s sweet spot, and the man arched and cried out, precome leaking liberally from the head of his cock as Roy withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between the blond’s legs, holding him steady as he slowly slid inside. Jean gave a few broken moans of his Colonel’s name, cock twitching against Mustang’s stomach. The older man looked down when he felt Jean’s cock against his stomach, and had the overwhelming desire to lick a droplet of come that was making its way down his dick away. Roy rebuked himself and concentrated on holding Havoc’s hips steady and moving his own hips forward into the tight heat of his lover’s body, not wanting to go over the edge just yet.
“Good?” Roy asked, voice hoarse from the effort of holding back.
“Of course,” Jean growled, not angrily but in a way that sent a shock down Roy’s spine nonetheless.
“Hard?”
“Please.”
Seeing no further reason to hold back, Roy moaned his lover’s name, too high on the sensation to mind when Jean’s legs hooked around his waist and pulled him closer; this was usually something he resented, but today he could ignore everything else. After such a drawn-out foreplay period he’d been left unsatisfied, and nothing could stop him from reaching climax from this moment on. Below him, Jean was flushed and sweaty, staring at him with such desire and such innocent eyes, body tight around his cock and voice breathy as he hissed Roy’s name.
Such a thing couldn’t last, not after such teasing and holding back or such wanting for so long. Moans finally getting loud enough for Roy to hear over his own primal instinct, he felt his abdomen knot with heat and his cock twitch violently. Jean, apparently able to tell that Roy was close, arched up towards his body, moaned his name and tightened around him, and this was enough to send Mustang over the edge. Letting loose a string of curses, hisses of Jean’s name and incomprehensible words blurred by the heady state of arousal, Roy pulled out of Havoc just in time to watch himself come all over Jean’s stomach and thighs and across his own hands as he stroked himself to completion over Jean’s near-sated body, barely breathing until all the pressure knotting his stomach was released.
“Shit,” Roy muttered when he finally found his voice had returned, “I hate it when I get outlasted.”
Breathing shallowly and gazing at him lovingly with blurred blue eyes, Havoc reached up and slowly guided Roy back down, lunging forward to kiss him as soon as he was close enough. Roy hummed softly to himself and pressed his nose into Jean’s messy mop of hair.
“Do you think I would leave you unsatisfied?” Roy purred, “So, how would you like it?”
The Second Lieutenant actually appeared somewhat surprised to Roy when asked this question, but this shock apparently subsided relatively quickly, and it was soon replaced with consideration.
“Hand is good.”
“Certainly,” Roy said, using the hand that still felt vaguely slick from the lube it had once held to curl around Havoc’s cock, stroking sharply as his other hand toyed with the younger man’s balls. Feeling warm wetness flow over his finger almost immediately and hearing Jean’s sharp cry made Roy feel a little more self-satisfied as he stroked, palm halting to twist at the head before he heard Jean’s soft hiss of “close”.
Grinning smugly, Mustang leaned over and left a long, wet lick along the underside of Havoc’s erection and stroked him one final time, and before he could pull away Jean was coming, the first shot hitting Roy in the cheek. The dark-haired man positioned himself strategically over his lover’s cock and opened his mouth, tasting Jean’s bitter semen on his tongue and feeling it leaking down over his chin as the blond’s cock continued to twitch weakly until Havoc was spent.
Vaguely licking his lips, Mustang leaned down and kissed Havoc hard, tongue probing Jean’s mouth as rough, swollen lips tugged at him and teased him.
“It was interesting this one time, Sir,” Jean said softly once they’d broken away, while stroking Roy’s coarse hair with his fingertips, “But if you try and make me do that again, I’ll kill you.”
“Point duly noted, Lieutenant,” the dark-haired man replied, chuckling when Havoc’s lips brushed softly against the dip at the base of his neck, “No, no more. Shower and sleep.”
“Sounds good,” Havoc said, grabbing the sticky towel off the bed and tossing it into the washing pile with all the clothes they’d worn to the dance that night. Roy offered his hand, and Jean took it and followed the older man into the bathroom.
Standing under the warm spray of the water was, in Jean’s own opinion, almost as good as the sex; Roy’s damp hair was rough under his chin even after he’d washed it, Roy’s breath comparatively cool against his skin, Roy’s body fitting so perfectly against his own as they stood in the shower and came down together.
Dried and with his bare skin concealed under Roy’s light cotton sheets, Jean had been surprised when Roy had returned from turning off the lights, crawled in after him and wrapped his arms around him; Roy had always resented anything ‘stereotypically amorous’, as he’d put it one hot summer night after they’d made love for the first time, and since then Jean hadn’t really bothered. Now that it was being offered, the younger man could not bring himself to refuse, and shifted until Roy’s head was resting peacefully against his chest. The older man whispered goodnight and drifted off to the sound of the blond’s steady heartbeat; there was no reason for professions of love, because suddenly Jean had realized that it wasn’t Roy’s style to express love and affection constantly past being sexually physical, but nonetheless it was there, like the air he breathed. Sighing contently and drawing Roy closer to him, Jean had no qualms with expressing the love they both felt before he too drifted off to sleep.
END
If you were wondering about the exact order of the rolls, it is as follows:
Roy to Jean: Kiss fingers, own choice to lips, kiss ass, insert tongue.
Jean to Roy: Lick tongue, lick nipple, insert fingers, own choice to cock.
This collab project took both Raja and myself a lot of time and effort; a few moments to leave a comment on our work would be greatly appreciated.
Author: galuxkitty
Artist: raja815
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7673
Warnings: Slightly crack, but is otherwise approximately 7700 words of delicious smut.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
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I'm using this as the "Extortion" theme on 30_kisses so I don't lose my claim. Yup.
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Pushing Havoc’s hand off his lap for the third time since they’d started the journey home, Roy Mustang tried to remind himself why he’d opted for a taxi instead of allowing Hawkeye to drop them both back to his apartment. The taxi driver gave them an odd look as Havoc laughed and threw his arm around Roy’s neck, and Roy excused his Second Lieutenant’s antics and leaned forward to pay the driver the fare.
“Will you need help getting that guy inside?” the driver asked, visibly regretting it two seconds after he’d said it.
“No, that’s fine,” Roy replied, coughing when Havoc tugged on his tie, “Come on, Lieutenant, stop acting like a moron.”
“Yes Sir!” Havoc replied, opening the side door and sliding out of his seat.
In retrospect, going to Bradley’s mid-year ball had been a relatively stupid idea; Roy hadn’t attended for about five years now, and that single time was due to Hughes somehow being absolutely assured that at that ball, he would meet his future wife. That had been a monumental failure; he’d met Jean (not Lieutenant Havoc) instead. This year, said Lieutenant had managed to coax him out of his apartment for the night, and Roy had watched, drinking shot after shot of bourbon while Havoc had whisked each of Armstrong’s sisters around the room. Not that Roy would have danced even if Jean had asked; there was a thin line between keeping a secret and looking utterly stupid and tonight Jean had almost crossed both.
Roy was jarred from his thoughts when the blond opened his door and stood with perfect straight-back military stance, waiting for him to leave the car. Jean grinned and Roy smirked back, shutting the door behind him and waving the taxi driver off.
“You didn’t need to act like that, you know,” Roy smiled, tugging at his gloves to make them sit more comfortably, “You made a fool of yourself.”
“Probably won’t remember in the morning anyway, Sir,” Jean grinned.
“I’ll be betting you will, with the headache you’ll have,” Roy replied, digging in his pockets for the keys to his apartment block; it was well-past midnight, and the gates were locked.
“You’ll just have to take care of me.”
“You’d better start thinking of ways to make it up to me.”
“Duly noted, Sir.”
Roy smirked again and tugged Havoc through the gate, not bothering to let go of the younger man’s hand as they made their way up to his apartment. Mustang stepped carefully in the dark; he’d certainly had more bourbon than Havoc, but Havoc had less skill with holding his liquor.
“There’s a bigger step here, be careful you don’t...” Roy was cut short as he was dragged to his knees by Havoc’s falling body. The blond man grunted and cursed, and Roy flicked a leaf out of his hair before helping him to his feet.
“I was about to say be careful you don’t trip, but it’s a bit late now. I knew you should have worn them... I have them right here.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d worn them or not, Roy... they’re reading glasses. Plus I wouldn’t have tripped if my head wasn’t spinning... and if these stupid coattails weren’t so long...”
“Serves you right, then.”
“Gee, thanks. Some affectionate lover you are.”
“I try,” Roy grinned, once again reaching into his pocket for his house keys as they neared his front door. He let go of Havoc’s hand to unlock the door, and Havoc stood behind him, awkwardly fiddling with his cufflinks until Roy had unlocked the door.
“After you,” Roy said. Havoc frowned and nodded, and took a single step before stopping.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sorry... just not used to it is all...” Havoc mumbled, heat rising to his face as he stepped through the door. He felt Roy follow him swiftly, heard the door slam behind him, and had barely yelped Roy’s name before the older man had spun him around and pinned him back against the door. Mustang’s lips pressed against his, and Jean was in no state of mind to argue, moaning softly as Roy’s tongue pressed against his closed lips insistently.
“You have no self-control,” Havoc breathed, hands fisted in the back of Roy’s jacket.
“Look who’s talking,” Roy whispered hoarsely, leaning in to graze his teeth along the bottom of Havoc’s chin.
“Is this my payment in advance?”
“I’ll think of something better,” Roy grinned, “Go lie down. I’ll bring you some water to sober you up.”
Jean needed no further encouragement; aware of Roy’s gaze following him until he’d disappeared into the hallway, shedding his own jacket on the way and finally ridding himself of his cuff links. Rubbing at his wrists, Havoc sighed and kicked open Roy’s bedroom door with the tip of his boot. Once he’d shut the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes, stripped out of his shirt, tossed his tie into the corner of the room and lay down on the bed, not bothering with his socks and pants. He listened to Roy moving around in the kitchen drowsily and stifled a yawn with his hand, rubbing irritably as his eyes blurred under the soft moonlight filtering through the window.
Havoc figured he must have dozed off at some point during the ten minutes Roy spent in the kitchen; the next thing he knew, he was being awoken by the older man who offered him a glass of water and placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead.
“Thanks, Roy,” Jean smiled, “I’m not great at holding my booze, am I?”
“No, you’re not,” Roy replied, “But that should wake you up some.”
“I’m not allowed to sleep this off?”
“You remember our deal?”
“I didn’t think you’d want to cash that in now,” Jean grunted, sitting up to drink the glass of water.
“You were wrong,” Roy replied, watching his lover drain the glass of water in one go.
“Smug bastard,” Jean grinned, putting the empty glass on the bed and reaching down into Roy’s pocket to grab his glasses. Once he’d retrieved them, he snapped the case open and slid them onto Roy’s face.
“Thank you for ruining my vision that little bit by putting glasses that weren’t made for me on my face.”
“You look kind of cute, actually,” Jean snorted.
“Cute? Since when have I ever looked cute?” Roy glared at Jean through dark eyes blurred from trying to focus through the glass, and Jean laughed.
“You look like a little kid playing dress-up with his daddy’s suit.”
Roy sighed and took off the glasses, placing them firmly back on Jean’s face.
“Much better,” he smirked, “Now, as I was saying... payback.”
“Why now?”
Roy sighed and took the empty glass, placing it on the nightstand before leaning over Havoc and pressing him down into the pillows, kissing him softly, only breaking away when Havoc moaned and pulled him closer.
“What’s the matter?”
“A little self-restraint, Jean,” Roy smirked, “Tonight we play by my rules, remember?”
“Bastard,” Havoc grinned affectionately and punched Roy lightly in the cheek.
“I didn’t say you could call me that,” Roy grinned.
“With all due respect Colonel, I’ll follow you in uniform but I’ll be damned before I let myself be your bitch in the bedroom.”
“You make it entirely too easy, Jean,” Roy chuckled, seating himself gently on Havoc’s stomach and shedding his own formal dinner jacket, “And I thought you would be sober enough to stay awake through... something new I’ve rather wanted to try.”
“Huh?” Havoc replied, staring dumbly at Roy, who merely grinned and reached toward the first drawer in the bedside table.
“You don’t trust me to make it fun?” Roy teased, retrieving two small plastic cubes from the drawer.
“What are those?” Havoc grunted from the weight of Roy on his stomach, and swiftly caught the Colonel’s wrist and prised the two blue blocks from his lover’s hand, “And why do they have insert and cock written on them?”
“They have other things - fun things - written on them, too,” Roy pointed out, and Havoc thumbed the blocks around his palm and saw Roy was right.
“So, what are they?”
“Sex dice.”
“So we roll them?”
“And do as they say, yes.”
Jean looked at his palm. Insert and ass were currently face up. He was just about to get around trying to figure out how he was supposed to insert his ass into anything when Roy laughed and snatched the dice back.
“Should we get on with it then?”
“Shouldn’t we probably get naked first, Boss?”
“That’s certainly what I thought would be best.”
“Then could you please get off me for a moment?”
“Sorry about that.”
“The power’s getting to your head, Roy,” Jean grinned, unzipping his pants.
“I should certainly hope it seems that way, because tonight we both follow rules but I call the shots,” Roy responded, tossing his dress shirt to the floor.
Jean stripped off his pants, taking his underwear along with them, leaving him only in his socks.
“I think I like this,” Roy purred as Jean settled back against the pillows and waited for him to finish taking off his clothes.
“I’m not leaving them on. I’ve been wearing them while I’ve been dancing.”
“Point taken,” Roy said, ruffling the gel out of his hair, watching Jean lie on his back and drag his legs closer to him so he could get the socks off, “Yes, I definitely like this. In fact, this looks brilliant from where I’m sitting.”
“Pervert.”
“But you love me.”
“So help me,” Jean replied, tossing his socks onto the floor.
“You’ll be needing it if you keep bending like that.”
“Threats now?”
“Not of the violent kind,” Roy purred, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his pants.
“Remind me never to let you have this advantage again,” Jean sighed, watching Roy discard the last of his clothing and toss the two dice between his hands.
Mustang smiled and crawled up the bed on his hands and knees and settled over Jean’s body comfortably. Placing the dice on the pillow next to Jean’s head and cupping the sides of the blond man’s face with his hands, he pressed his lips against his lover’s, his right hand sliding down Havoc’s body to brush gently against his soft cock; Havoc arched and gasped softly against Roy’s lips but Roy, being the frustrating bastard he’d decided to be tonight, pulled away and rolled off.
“Roy, you bastard!”
“Time to play the game, Lieutenant,” Mustang purred, picking the dice up carefully and tossing them onto Havoc’s stomach. One of them rolled into Jean’s navel and landed with “Kiss” facing upwards. The other rolled off the other side of the blond’s body, and Roy leaned over him to check what it said.
“Kiss fingers,” Roy murmured, “Not bad for a start, I suppose.”
“I suppose so,” Jean replied, reaching up to scratch the bridge of his nose irritably; having his glasses on tended to annoy him because they never felt comfortable. Roy caught his wrist halfway and pressed his lips against the younger man’s palm, making him shiver with a teasing swipe of the tongue across the sensitive skin between his fingers. After pausing to look at Jean’s blushing face with dark eyes, Roy kissed each of the blond’s fingertips (smoother than his own except where he’d burnt himself stubbing out cigarettes) and bit lightly down on the inside of his thumb before pulling away, gazing at Jean with the same dark eyes before pushing the dice into the blond’s hand.
“Your turn.”
“Tease,” Havoc snorted, cupping his hands and shaking the dice before tossing them at Roy.
“Hey! Don’t do that!” Roy snapped as one of the cubes hit him squarely on the end of the nose.
Jean laughed and then glanced at the dice, looking puzzled.
“Lick tongue?”
“Yes. What’s the problem?” Roy questioned, cocking one eyebrow.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“You have no sense of creativity, you know,” Roy purred, pressing a kiss against the top of Jean’s head, “Would you like me to start you off?”
“Something tells me you’d do it even if I said no,” Jean replied, and Roy smirked.
“You’re right.”
“Okay, so show me.”
Roy gestured for Havoc to sit up, and the blond moved away from the pillows just in time; a second later, Roy had thrown himself down onto the bed and poked his tongue out.
“... I don’t get you sometimes, Boss.”
Roy simply gestured for Jean to come closer, and Jean, for want of anything else to do, obeyed. Roy pulled the blond down on top of him, and then flicked the tip of his tongue against his lover’s lips. Mustang’s idea seemed to dawn upon Havoc then, because he blushed a violent red (whether from embarrassment or arousal, Roy wasn’t totally sure until he felt Jean’s cock press against his thigh) and pressed his tongue against Roy’s.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Havoc knew that Roy took delight in his frustration and loved to play the tease; he tried his best to remember that as Roy pulled him down, dark eyes narrowed and desperate, arching up to meet him as Jean kissed him, tongues brushing teasingly against one another. Jean was only reminded of what a frustrating tease Roy could be as his hand brushed lightly down the older man’s thigh and tried to sneak between their bodies; Roy immediately broke away, tongue giving one last inviting flick across his lips before Jean was pushed gently away and denied anything further.
“Constant control, Jean,” Roy repeated, tongue flicking lightly across his own lips, which were flushed and red from kissing.
“Says you of all people,” Jean grumbled.
“Those are the rules for tonight,” Roy stated, smiling when Jean slipped his glasses just a little farther down his nose to rub his eyes, “If you don’t like them...”
“Oh, what’ll you do?” Jean asked sarcastically.
“I’ll leave you to your own devices,” Roy murmured, eyes flicking down to Jean’s cock before once again focusing on his face.
“Then you’d be in the same boat as me.”
“I’ve made much greater sacrifices in my life, Lieutenant. Just one more night thinking about you with no one but myself for comfort wouldn’t add too much to the tally,” Roy smirked, “And anyway, wouldn’t you rather see what the roll of the dice says before you jump to such negative conclusions?”
Jean paused for a moment, before visibly caving. Mustang nodded, and leaned over to kiss him softly as he took the dice.
“It’s your turn, Boss.”
“With some luck we’ll both claim some release from this one,” Roy murmured, dropping the dice in the space between their legs.
Jean squinted down at the two tiny words on the dice, and then looked back up at his Colonel.
“You just jinxed it, Mustang.”
“I don’t believe in such superstitions,” Roy snorted, “It’s just the luck of the draw.”
“So, are you going to do it?” Jean asked grumpily.
“I have to decide what to do with the ‘own choice’ portion of it first,” Roy replied.
“There’s only so much you can do to someone’s lips, Roy,” Jean pointed out, folding his arms across his chest.
“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be quite as boring as you make it sound.”
“Until you prove it, you’re all talk,” Jean snorted.
“If you stopped being cynical for just one moment...” Roy snapped, and with one swift gesture, he cupped Havoc’s chin with his hand, pulled him closer and sucked the blond’s lower lip into his mouth. Once he’d finished softly nibbling at Havoc’s lip with his teeth, he swiped his tongue across teeth that were clenched shut from surprise, and then pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Havoc’s mouth before pulling away.
Jean sat there, partially stunned by Roy’s sudden move but mostly looking at Roy expectantly, as if the older man was about to lunge back at him and kiss him longer, tease him harder, give him some semblance of his usual teasing, drawn-out approach to romance. Mustang simply sat there impatiently, and finally made a soft sound in the back of his throat and picked up the dice, dropping them into Havoc’s lap before going back to looking at the blond expectantly.
“Is that all?” Havoc asked blankly.
“Yes, that’s all,” Roy retorted, “Now, I believe it’s your turn.”
“But... but... where’s the teasing? Where’s the long-drawn-out playing and heavy petting and frustrating finish?” Havoc questioned. The Colonel’s face remained impassive.
“Hey, I know what’s wrong... you’re getting impatient!”
“I most certainly am not getting impatient,” Roy replied, “Now roll.”
“Whatever you say, Sir,” Havoc grinned, picking up the dice and dropping them again unceremoniously in the space between himself and Roy.
“Well,” Roy said, “Not what I wanted, but certainly not unwelcome.”
“I think I’ll have to take these off now,” Havoc chuckled, sliding the glasses down his nose and then placing them carefully on the bedside table.
“It’s a shame; you look good in them.”
“But they’d annoy me. And I assume you don’t want me to stop halfway.”
“Of course not,” Roy purred, lying back down on the bed, “I would assume this would be the easiest way?”
“I’d say so.”
Jean smiled and pressed a kiss to Roy’s forehead, before moving down to flick his tongue across his dark-haired lover’s right nipple. While teasing carefully with tooth and tongue and lip, Havoc brushed the tips of his fingers against Roy’s neck and pressed his body against Roy’s, waiting for him to moan before moving down his body, leaving tiny licks and nips on his skin until he came to rest his head on the older man’s thigh.
“So...” Jean murmured, hand resting on the inside of Roy’s thigh, “What do you want me to do?”
Roy’s answer was a breathless whisper of his name, and Jean smiled and rose up, moving in between the older man’s legs and curling his fingers around Roy’s cock to hold him steady. Roy arched and moaned, waiting for Jean to move...
And Havoc promptly pulled away and grinned at him.
“Havoc?” Roy inquired, still lying naked and exposed on the bed, face flushed with wanting, “I think you forgot something.”
“I didn’t, Sir. Tonight we’re playing by the rules, remember?”
“If you’re going to break the rules and move onto an area the dice didn’t specify, you’ve broken the rules anyway.”
“You never stopped me. One of us had to remember the game, right?” Havoc grinned.
“You have absolutely no idea how frustrated I am right now,” Roy grumbled, dragging himself up into a sitting position.
“Taste of your own medicine,” Havoc replied fondly, “And it’s your turn.”
“Oh, thank you,” Roy snorted, finding the dice in the now rumpled bedcover and tossing them back down nonchalantly. Once they’d stopped skipping over the creases in the sheets and landed, Mustang stared at the two little words that were face-up, and Havoc scrambled for his glasses to read just what Roy was staring at; once he had, he promptly burst into hysterical laughter.
“Kiss ass? Kiss ass?” Havoc chortled and then added; “I’ve never seen anything more ironic in my life!”
“Havoc, I’m warning you...”
“You’ve got to admit that it’s funny, Sir,” Havoc said, smirking jovially and raising his hand in a mock salute.
Once Roy had stopped marvelling at Jean’s perfect stiff-backed military stance (and how it often dragged other stiff things up for fun), he sniffed and made a circling motion with his hand, indication for Havoc to turn around and face the top of the bed.
“Yes, Chief,” Havoc said, swivelling around on his knees until he was facing the wall, at which point Roy splayed the palm of his hand flat against of his lover’s back and positioning him until he was laying stomach-down, flat on the bed. Running the tip of his finger down the cleft of Jean’s ass, Roy leaned down pressed a quick, simple kiss to the man’s thigh.
“Great effort there, Boss.”
Smirking, Roy leaned down again and, before Havoc could realize what he was doing, placed his mouth over Havoc’s skin and sucked. Havoc was caught by surprise and yelped when he felt Roy’s teeth grazing against his thigh.
“Roy, you son of a bitch!” Jean snapped as Roy moved away from him, craning his neck to try and look at the bright red mark his lover had left on his ass.
“Revenge, Jean,” Roy smirked, “And I’m sure it’ll itch.”
“Stupid bastard,” Havoc grumbled as he sat back up, “Where have the dice gone?”
“I’ve got them. Say the magic word.”
“Now?”
“Fine,” Roy sighed dramatically and dropped the plastic cubes into Jean’s outstretched hand, “Can’t even take a joke.”
Jean continued to glare at Roy while he threw the dice down onto the bed. They skipped and snagged over the little rivets in the sheets and finally came to rest just in front of Roy’s knees.
Roy glanced at the tiny words that were on the face-up side of the dice and smiled, running his hand gently up and down the inside of Jean’s thigh as he scrambled for his glasses.
“I’ve been waiting for something like this,” Roy murmured against Jean’s neck, “And it comes as a relief.”
Havoc slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose and squinted for a moment while his eyes adjusted, picking the dice up between his thumb and index fingers to keep the right side face up as he read the words.
“This is definitely better,” Jean smiled, “Have you got something to help the process?”
“Of course,” Roy said, leaning over the side of the bed to rummage in one of the drawers in the bedside table, “You expect me to be unprepared for such a thing? Oh, and by the way... while I was buying our new toys the other day, I got something thrown in free.”
“Should I ask where you got these things, Roy?” asked Havoc, perplexed as he watched his lover wriggle around to give him better access to all corners of the drawers.
“Probably not, I’m not entirely sure that they’re morally legal,” Roy said flippantly, finally crawling back onto the bed with a small, pearly-coloured bottle in his hand, “Now, this is something normal but also something new... I thought it would be interesting to experiment with.”
“Didn’t know you were a lubricant alchemist,” Jean snorted, reading the fine print on the bottle.
“Don’t be stupid,” Roy snorted, “It’s merely that I enjoy trying new things.”
“Like lube flavoured with big artificial cherries?”
“That too,” Roy purred, pressing the little bottle into Jean’s hand. He crawled up to the top of the bed and flopped down on the pillows with his legs splayed wide, eyes dark and inviting. Jean smeared the lube on his fingers and the sickly saccharine scent of the fake cherry reaching his nose and almost making him recoil purely from the foul scent. He was on the verge of just wiping the foul stuff off on the sheets, but Roy was lying there with such desperate darkness in his eyes, panting softly, eyes half-lidded and cock straining, the head damp with precome, the rest of his skin sleek with a very fine sheen of sweat.
“Jean...”
The blond nodded slowly and walked towards Roy on his knees, laying down next to his darkhaired lover, biting gently down on his shoulder until he whimpered, and then whispering softly in his ear.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Please,” Roy whispered, and Jean needed no further incentive.
Gently pressing his lips against the shell of Roy’s ear, Jean shifted slightly to allow for more comfortable access and carefully pressed one long, smooth finger into Roy’s body; slowly, carefully, so very cautious so as not to cause any discomfort. Sex was rarely something that they put so much time and care into; there was never anything slow about the way they fucked each other, and as compared to the norm this was almost something entirely new. Spurred by that thought, Jean paused for a moment despite Roy’s quiet, desperate whimpers and short, sharp movements; the clenching of Roy’s muscles to subside around his fingers was a little too strained. Carefully kissing and holding Roy to distract him from the discomfort, Jean pressed the tip of his nose against Roy’s wrinkled one and breathlessly asked if Roy was okay, and if he could progress.
“I’m fine, Jean,” Roy replied, and the blond nodded and slid his index and middle back inside.
The slow burning that told Roy he was close was aching low in his belly, and the dark haired man cried out when Havoc’s fingers found their mark and slowly massaged his prostate. Unable to take the dull aching or the climax slipping through his fingers any longer, Roy curled his own hands around his cock and stroked himself sharply, desperate for release, precome leaking over his fingers and breath coming in short, sharp pants that turned into cries as he got closer.
So close, so close he could feel it even more than ever before, Jean’s fingers were touching him so delicately, felt so perfect inside him, one final stroke and- Havoc snatched Roy’s wrists between his hands and tugged them away from his cock with his free hand, his fingers stilling inside Roy’s body.
“Jean... what...”
“Shhh, Roy,” Havoc murmured, carefully removing his fingers and pressing a kiss to Roy’s forehead, “I don’t want to finish like this.”
“Then how do you want to finish, then?”
“One of us has to roll the jackpot,” Jean grinned cheekily and slid an arm around Roy’s shoulders.
“Penetration?” Roy purred amusedly, thankful for Jean’s soft kisses and touches while he was coming back from the very edge.
“Of course.”
“It had better be rolled soon,” Roy mumbled, looking downward, “Don’t know how much longer I can last at this rate. And you aren’t looking so good yourself, Jean.”
“I’ll last as long as I need to just to see you come first,” Jean grinned, “Now, I think it’s your turn. Perhaps this will let you cool down a bit so you don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“You’ll regret this when I’m the one to be inside of you, Jean,” Roy retorted, picking up the dice and tossing them nonchalantly back onto the bed. The first one snagged on the rumpled sheets and landed on “insert”, and Roy’s heart leapt in his ribcage. The second one jumped over the rivets in the bedcover and landed on the floor.
“What does it say? Roy whispered hoarsely, and Jean pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and leaned over the side of the bed.
“It says ‘tongue’. What does the other one say?”
Roy didn’t respond, and Jean looked over his shoulder and rolled back over, trying to ignore the heavy ache of his cock between his legs.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re incredibly lucky I bought flavoured lube.”
“Why’s that?”
“It appears that I’m taking kiss ass that one step further.”
“Huh?”
“A kiss with tongue.”
“... Oh,” Jean responded dumbly.
“There’s something we haven’t done.”
“I guess I’m the guinea pig then,” Jean said, unable to keep the slight anxiety out of his voice.
“It seems so... oh, don’t look so excited!” Roy said sarcastically, “Come on, thrill of the unknown, amazing surprises, me between your legs doing dirty, dirty things...”
“Oh, how can I ever say no?”
“That’s exactly right. How can you say no?”
“I don’t know, Roy...”
“You think I’m particularly poking my tongue around there?”
“But Roy...”
“The sooner we get this done the sooner we get closer to what you want. And I’ve heard that plenty of people like this sort of thing.”
“Okay, Roy,” Jean sighed, “For the sake of the game... but just for a second. If I don’t like it, will you stop?”
“Would I ever force anything that you didn’t find pleasurable upon you?”
“No,” Jean sighed, “No, you wouldn’t.”
“Well, what’s there to worry about?”
“Nothing, I suppose,” Jean murmured, yelping as he lost balance due to Roy’s violent yanking apart of his legs from under him.
“Lube.”
“Yes Sir.”
“No ‘Sir’ in the bedroom.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Idiot,” Roy replied affectionately, pouring a liberal amount of lubricant into his palm.
The initial sensation wasn’t all that disgusting; Roy smearing the lube over his ass and thighs wasn’t anything new for Jean, although this time it was spread across his skin much farther, far from being just used to ease Roy’s way inside him as it usually did. It vaguely dawned upon him, just as Roy was smearing the sickly sweet smelling liquid over his balls, that he was probably planning something if he was going to so much trouble to prep him. The lube probably wasn’t really as cold as it felt, considering that his entire body felt like it was prickling with heat, but he still shivered as Roy wiped his hand clean on the top of his thighs, the lube cold and numbing on his skin before it gradually warmed to match his body heat as Roy got off the bed and quickly headed to the small bathroom adjoining the bedroom to grab a towel.
“It might be a bit late now,” Roy murmured as he came back, smiling when Jean lifted his legs higher so his lover could slide the towel underneath him, “But this’ll at least stop the bed getting sticky from this point on.” Jean started to reply, but he didn’t get far; he was cut off by his own sharp intake of air and ragged moan as Roy began licking the lube off the inside of his thighs.
The lubricant didn’t taste particularly nice; it was too deceivingly sweet even before he could taste it, the smell of it too artificial for it to really be anything but overwhelming. Breathing steadily in between licking the last of the drying lubricant off Jean’s thighs, Roy’s murmured softly as he finished his task as then shifted contentedly, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary as he lifted himself up onto his forearms and brushed his lips gently over his lover’s balls.
From somewhere at the top of the bed, Roy heard Havoc’s single desperate word of yes and smiled, despite himself. He watched Jean’s aching cock twitching, with a bizarre sort of fixation upon the spectacle as he pressed his lips against the very base of his lover’s dick and sucked, moaning in reply to Jean’s encouraging, short-breathed praise. Dark eyes stayed fixed upon a small droplet of precome running down the Second Lieutenant’s erection, and Mustang was overcome by the desire to brush it away with his tongue; the bitter taste of it on his tongue combined with the lingering flavour of the lube made him cough a little and sit up to try and rid himself of the strange taste sitting at the back of his throat.
“Sir...” Havoc started, breathing shallow and thighs quivering with want, “Are you alright? Should we stop?”
“No.” Mustang’s reply was immediate and utterly confident; exactly the same tone as he used in the office as Colonel instead of Roy, and Havoc knew he could never refuse it.
“Well then, when you’re ready,” Jean replied, grinning somewhat nervously as Roy moved back down and took in the sight in front of him with approval.
Putting showmanship before satisfaction was Mustang’s usual forte, so he drew his tongue across Havoc’s balls a single time more for the sake of both cleaning him off as best as he could and to watch the expression on Jean’s face change as it showed the dual sensations of different sorts of pleasures; Lust and satisfaction as he felt Roy’s tongue on his skin, happiness to see the desire, the fire burning in dark eyes as he watched him, the careful consideration that crossed his face for the brief moment before he lowered his head and pressed his tongue against Havoc’s ass. The blond whimpered, and the Colonel stopped and looked at him sharply.
“You don’t like that?” Roy questioned, and Havoc knew Roy hadn’t been lying when he said he’d never force him.
“No... it’s good, Boss. It’s fine,” Havoc murmured, giving a smile, which was briefly returned before Roy moved down again. Not wanting to miss watching his lover tease him, Havoc forced himself up onto his elbows and watched, dazed as Roy ran the tip of his tongue around his entrance.
The sensation was new, but it didn’t feel as bad as he always thought it would; Roy’s tongue pressing against him, slick as insistent, almost curling when his muscles reflexively tightened, making Roy moan and breathe sharper, faster, warm air tickling its way across his skin. Smooth fingers brushed over the place where his leg joined his body and then curled teasingly around his cock, and Havoc had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from crying out.
“Close, Roy.”
Roy nodded slowly and pulled away; somewhere in the back of Havoc’s mind, he realized that he was the one who suggested that they could only finish if one of them rolled actual sex, by the traditional definition of the word. After lying there for the next five minutes, still acutely aware of the burning feeling in his stomach, Havoc sighed and told Roy that waiting wasn’t going to work.
“I figured as much,” the dark-haired man replied, kissing him softly on the lips and messing his hair with his hand, “But your roll is next. One of us has got to get lucky with this sooner or later.”
“I suppose so,” Jean said, “Can I toss the dice one at a time?”
“Of course, though the suspense may be the end of me.”
Havoc smiled and kissed the tip of Roy’s nose, laughing when the older man blushed. He juggled the two dice between his palms for a bit and then decided to roll the one detailed with the tiny text for body parts first. Biting his lip, Havoc tossed the die and watched it intently until it came to land on “cock”.
“A good sign,” Roy smirked, reaching over to slide Havoc’s glasses off.
“What’re you doing that for?”
“I don’t want them to get broken during our passionate lovemaking frenzy.”
“We’re not there yet. I’m doing this to your cock, remember?” Havoc said, trying to keep the want out of his voice as he tossed the second die onto the bed.
“Singular or mutual pleasure; I care not.”
Jean rolled his eyes and watched the die come to a rest near Mustang’s knee. The blond didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he let out a huge sigh at the result of the roll; “own choice”.
“So, Jean,” Mustang purred, leaning back against the pillows with legs splayed so wide that the position was nothing short of intentionally arousing, “What are you planning to do?”
“I want to finish this,” Jean stated, voice even, “Lie down.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to last either way and neither are you, by the looks of things,” Jean murmured, moving towards Roy to nuzzle against the older man’s neck, “Please, Roy. Just let me ride you so we can finish this together.”
“No,” Roy repeated, shaking his head, “I want you to suck me.”
“Why would you want that when we’ve been waiting this whole damn time to roll something like this? I thought the aim was that one of us got to fuck the other!”
“I know what I’m doing, Jean,” Roy replied, voice soft as he kissed Havoc’s hair, “And besides, tonight was supposed to be run by my rules. I’ve let you have a little leeway, don’t you think?”
Jean was in no mood to argue, and if doing what Roy wanted got them to where they both wanted to be quicker, he wasn’t going to argue about doing it.
“Okay,” Jean sighed, running his hands through his hair and watching Roy with half-lidded eyes, “If that’s what you want.”
“Thank you,” Roy smiled as he tossed Havoc the bottle of lube, “See if you can take the taste of that.”
The Second Lieutenant flipped the cap of the bottle open with his thumb and wrinkled his nose a little at the smell; it had been hard to take from a distance but from such a close proximity it almost made his head spin.
“Not good?” Roy questioned.
“Get something with a milder taste and smell next time,” Havoc muttered, up ending the bottle and pouring the lube into his hand, “Are you alright?”
“Can’t quite recall a time when I’ve been better.”
“So long as you can stay in control,” Jean’s expression creased into a smirk worthy of Roy himself as the thumb and index finger of his spare hand curled around the base of Roy’s cock to hold him steady while the other fisted at the head and stroked him slowly, carefully, up and down the entire length of his erection evenly. Roy whimpered as his hips jerked forward as a reflex to the stimulation, and bit down hard on his lip as precome flowed liberally across Jean’s fingers when the younger man’s hand stilled on his dick.
“If I’m gonna do this, we’d better make it quick. Neither of us will last at this pace,” Jean murmured, and before Roy could really register that his lover had moved, Havoc had angled himself between Mustang’s already parted legs and was steadily taking the slicked length of his lover’s erection into his throat. From the moment Roy felt Jean’s tongue slide against him, felt the soft vibrations of Jean humming, felt Jean’s fingers curling around the base as he took him into his throat, the older man knew this had been a mistake on his behalf, and that he apparently didn’t have as much control as he gave himself credit for.
Swearing softly, Mustang arched up into Havoc’s next movement, trying his hardest to bite back upon the vertigo of the edge and Jean coughed and pulled away, caught off-guard by Roy’s precome hitting the back of his throat.
“Sorry,” Roy murmured as Jean wiped the dribble of white off his bottom lip and glared.
“I really hate to say I told you so, Roy,” the blond said snappishly.
“I’ll make it up to you, in that case,” Roy replied, and Havoc felt slightly unnerved by the sudden narrowing of his lover’s eyes, the sudden purr in his voice.
“You want the dice?”
“I think I’m tired of this game,” Roy hissed, and before Jean knew what Roy was doing the older man had placed both his hands on his shoulders and given him a push backwards; Havoc fell backwards, feeling slightly stunned as his head hit the bottom of the bed.
“What are you...?”
“You can tease me about it all you want. Call me a hypocrite all you like. Damn it, you can set up a shrine to this night as a testament to my impatience if you wish,” Roy muttered, scrambling for the bottle of lube and applying a generous amount to his aching cock, “But my patience has been pushed to the limit.”
“How is this fair?” Jean snapped, but whatever else he was going to say on the matter was cut off when Roy slid two fingers into his body, running them teasingly parallel to the blond’s prostate.
Roy smirked, leaned down to press his tongue against Jean’s skin and whispered, “It’s not. But remember, we’re playing by my rules.”
The older man’s fingers brushed lightly over Havoc’s sweet spot, and the man arched and cried out, precome leaking liberally from the head of his cock as Roy withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between the blond’s legs, holding him steady as he slowly slid inside. Jean gave a few broken moans of his Colonel’s name, cock twitching against Mustang’s stomach. The older man looked down when he felt Jean’s cock against his stomach, and had the overwhelming desire to lick a droplet of come that was making its way down his dick away. Roy rebuked himself and concentrated on holding Havoc’s hips steady and moving his own hips forward into the tight heat of his lover’s body, not wanting to go over the edge just yet.
“Good?” Roy asked, voice hoarse from the effort of holding back.
“Of course,” Jean growled, not angrily but in a way that sent a shock down Roy’s spine nonetheless.
“Hard?”
“Please.”
Seeing no further reason to hold back, Roy moaned his lover’s name, too high on the sensation to mind when Jean’s legs hooked around his waist and pulled him closer; this was usually something he resented, but today he could ignore everything else. After such a drawn-out foreplay period he’d been left unsatisfied, and nothing could stop him from reaching climax from this moment on. Below him, Jean was flushed and sweaty, staring at him with such desire and such innocent eyes, body tight around his cock and voice breathy as he hissed Roy’s name.
Such a thing couldn’t last, not after such teasing and holding back or such wanting for so long. Moans finally getting loud enough for Roy to hear over his own primal instinct, he felt his abdomen knot with heat and his cock twitch violently. Jean, apparently able to tell that Roy was close, arched up towards his body, moaned his name and tightened around him, and this was enough to send Mustang over the edge. Letting loose a string of curses, hisses of Jean’s name and incomprehensible words blurred by the heady state of arousal, Roy pulled out of Havoc just in time to watch himself come all over Jean’s stomach and thighs and across his own hands as he stroked himself to completion over Jean’s near-sated body, barely breathing until all the pressure knotting his stomach was released.
“Shit,” Roy muttered when he finally found his voice had returned, “I hate it when I get outlasted.”
Breathing shallowly and gazing at him lovingly with blurred blue eyes, Havoc reached up and slowly guided Roy back down, lunging forward to kiss him as soon as he was close enough. Roy hummed softly to himself and pressed his nose into Jean’s messy mop of hair.
“Do you think I would leave you unsatisfied?” Roy purred, “So, how would you like it?”
The Second Lieutenant actually appeared somewhat surprised to Roy when asked this question, but this shock apparently subsided relatively quickly, and it was soon replaced with consideration.
“Hand is good.”
“Certainly,” Roy said, using the hand that still felt vaguely slick from the lube it had once held to curl around Havoc’s cock, stroking sharply as his other hand toyed with the younger man’s balls. Feeling warm wetness flow over his finger almost immediately and hearing Jean’s sharp cry made Roy feel a little more self-satisfied as he stroked, palm halting to twist at the head before he heard Jean’s soft hiss of “close”.
Grinning smugly, Mustang leaned over and left a long, wet lick along the underside of Havoc’s erection and stroked him one final time, and before he could pull away Jean was coming, the first shot hitting Roy in the cheek. The dark-haired man positioned himself strategically over his lover’s cock and opened his mouth, tasting Jean’s bitter semen on his tongue and feeling it leaking down over his chin as the blond’s cock continued to twitch weakly until Havoc was spent.
Vaguely licking his lips, Mustang leaned down and kissed Havoc hard, tongue probing Jean’s mouth as rough, swollen lips tugged at him and teased him.
“It was interesting this one time, Sir,” Jean said softly once they’d broken away, while stroking Roy’s coarse hair with his fingertips, “But if you try and make me do that again, I’ll kill you.”
“Point duly noted, Lieutenant,” the dark-haired man replied, chuckling when Havoc’s lips brushed softly against the dip at the base of his neck, “No, no more. Shower and sleep.”
“Sounds good,” Havoc said, grabbing the sticky towel off the bed and tossing it into the washing pile with all the clothes they’d worn to the dance that night. Roy offered his hand, and Jean took it and followed the older man into the bathroom.
Standing under the warm spray of the water was, in Jean’s own opinion, almost as good as the sex; Roy’s damp hair was rough under his chin even after he’d washed it, Roy’s breath comparatively cool against his skin, Roy’s body fitting so perfectly against his own as they stood in the shower and came down together.
Dried and with his bare skin concealed under Roy’s light cotton sheets, Jean had been surprised when Roy had returned from turning off the lights, crawled in after him and wrapped his arms around him; Roy had always resented anything ‘stereotypically amorous’, as he’d put it one hot summer night after they’d made love for the first time, and since then Jean hadn’t really bothered. Now that it was being offered, the younger man could not bring himself to refuse, and shifted until Roy’s head was resting peacefully against his chest. The older man whispered goodnight and drifted off to the sound of the blond’s steady heartbeat; there was no reason for professions of love, because suddenly Jean had realized that it wasn’t Roy’s style to express love and affection constantly past being sexually physical, but nonetheless it was there, like the air he breathed. Sighing contently and drawing Roy closer to him, Jean had no qualms with expressing the love they both felt before he too drifted off to sleep.
END
If you were wondering about the exact order of the rolls, it is as follows:
Roy to Jean: Kiss fingers, own choice to lips, kiss ass, insert tongue.
Jean to Roy: Lick tongue, lick nipple, insert fingers, own choice to cock.
This collab project took both Raja and myself a lot of time and effort; a few moments to leave a comment on our work would be greatly appreciated.