Roy/Jean for 30_kisses [theme #22; cradle]
Title: Ours Is The Night
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3142
Warnings: Post-anime alternate future, smut, WAFF.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
Theme #22 for 30_kisses; ‘cradle’.
A quick Charlieverse PWP that takes place just a short time after The Best Days. Charlieverse is introduced in detail in my fic The Five Trials Of Charlie, but you don’t have to have read either of my aforementioned fics to understand this for what it is; fluffy porn.
I just needed to offer some explanation as to why Roy and Havoc own a dog and why Roy has both eyes. :D
A big thank you goes to raja815, as per usual, for helping me out of some tight spots, and for reminding me that condoms go on penises, not condos. Curse typographical errors!
It had been a surprise to find that after sundown, the small desert town in which Jean Havoc had grown up actually became quite cold. After the sun had set against a horizon that looked close enough to touch, there was no fog nor cloud cover to keep the warmth, just the dry winds that characterized the semi-arid climate of the Eastern part of Amestris and the clear night sky.
Dinner had gone well enough; Esther had insisted on feeding both Roy and her son as much as they could possibly eat but in the end Charlie bested them both in comparison, after getting to chew the large bone left over from their roast dinner clean, lick out the pie tin Esther had served their cherry pie in and jump up while Roy wasn’t looking in order to steal the large, gravy-saturated piece of pumpkin from his plate.
Jean had gone out into the back yard of his mother’s house after that, in order to clean out the old dog kennel that had once housed his childhood pet for Charlie. Roy lounged on the bed in the spare bedroom of the Havoc family home and stared out the window, listening to Jean speak to Charlie through the open window.
“There we go, boy. That’ll do you while we’re here.”
Roy heard the back door of the house creak as Jean pushed it open, said goodnight to his Ma, who was downstairs listening to her favourite radio show, and began to head up the stairs. The next thing he heard was the chain attached to the doghouse pull tight for a moment before Charlie relaxed and settled down on the warm blankets inside the kennel for the night. The bedroom door swung open, and Jean grinned before starting to tug his shirt off.
“Charlie’s all right.”
“Oh, thank goodness for that,” Roy replied, trying his best to keep the sarcastic tone in his voice to a minimum.
“I’ll say,” Jean said, and Roy wasn’t sure if he’d missed the sarcasm or if he’d simply chosen to ignore it, “We’re staying here for a few days yet, so I want him to be happy.”
“He will be,” Roy yawned and stretched out over the bed, “It’s a nice night.”
“It is,” Jean grinned, moving over to sit on the bed with Roy.
Roy watched as Jean tugged his sweater over his head and tossed it to the corner of the room, kicked his shoes off and started to unbutton the shirt he’d been wearing under his jumper. He slid his arm around Jean’s waist and gently brushed his fingers against his side.
“Why did you decide to move away from here?” Roy asked, smiling briefly when Havoc looked over his shoulder at him, “It’s just that you seem so happy when you’re here.”
“Heh, there are only two ways for the kids that grow up in this town to go,” Jean said, reaching down to take off his socks, “They either stay here, get married early, take over the family business and have kids to take over when they go, or they get out of here and try to find success in the city. The easiest way for me to make a living in East was to enlist.”
“I see,” Roy nodded.
“Besides, there was no one who’d marry me here,” Jean chuckled, “What made you ask?”
“I don’t know,” Roy replied, “You just seem to be much happier here.”
“Just the feeling of being home, I think,” Jean once again looked over his shoulder at Roy, “While we’re asking questions, why did you bother taking me as your subordinate?”
“Why do you ask?” Roy smirked, brushing his fingers just below the waistband of Jean’s pants.
“Just curious,” Havoc murmured, unbuttoning his pants.
“You were a good soldier...”
“But I wasn’t that great...”
“Shut up,” Roy snorted, “You did your job and you did it well, and remained loyal to me even with the risks I took. You never questioned me, never wavered in your dedication, and worked hard. I couldn’t ask for more in a subordinate.”
“You say that now...”
“Stop it,” Roy said evenly, sitting up to kiss the nape of Havoc’s neck and grinning, “You’re wonderful, perfect, brilliant, amazing...”
“Now you’re being sarcastic.”
“But I wasn’t before.”
Havoc snorted and tried to move away, but Roy wrapped his arms around him and held him steady.
“Why all this, all of a sudden?”
“Sir, why did you choose me?” Jean asked, and this time Roy knew he wasn’t talking about when they’d been enlisted.
Roy stayed silent for a while, pondering his answer. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers across Jean’s chest, not really meaning to cause a reaction; he almost jumped when Havoc shivered.
“I don’t know,” Roy answered slowly, holding onto Jean tightly when he felt his body tense, “But... I’m happy. You make me happy. Being here with you makes me happy. I wish... it could have happened under happier circumstances, but... I’m happy now.”
For a moment, Havoc didn’t respond. Then, his shoulders started shaking and after worrying for just a moment that he’d made Jean cry for goodness’s sake, Roy realized he was actually laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Roy said, trying to keep the indignant tone out of his voice.
“You,” Jean chuckled, “You’re not real good with the emotional stuff, are you Boss?”
“I’d like to think that I’m... charming in my own way.”
“Your own awkward way,” Jean said, spinning around to press his lips against Roy’s, his pants hanging low on his hips, “I love you, you know.”
Mustang opened his mouth to reply and then shut it again, cursing himself for his lack of emotional capacity. Havoc chuckled and kissed his neck.
“You don’t have to tell me...”
“I want to tell you, Jean. But...”
“You do. In your own weird way,” Jean smiled, kissing him softly. Not wanting to be outdone, Roy pressed forward, cupping the side of Jean’s face with his palm, rough fingers brushing slowly against Jean’s jaw, matching the rough texture of the stubble darkening his skin.
They continued to kiss and touch each other as they stripped off the last of their clothing and fell back onto the pillows, breaking away for only a brief moment so Roy could grab lubricant and a condom from his toiletries bag. Jean rolled his eyes when Roy smirked at him and leaned over to grab a towel from his bag to spread out over the bed.
“Thinking ahead were you, Sir?” Havoc breathed softly, shivering when Mustang moved forward to kiss him, pressing him back against the bed once again and running rough fingertips down the side of his body.
“I don’t see you complaining, Lieutenant,” he replied, kissing his lover before sliding slowly down, pausing to tease a nipple with his tongue.
“ No...” Jean murmured, arching up when he felt one of Roy’s fingers trace the shape of tensed muscles in his thigh and then rest just under his navel.
“Good,” Roy smirked, moving back up to kiss Jean’s neck.
“But... this is what I meant,” Jean smiled, moaning softly when his lips met Roy’s and the older man’s tongue pressed against his.
“Hmm?” Roy hummed, sitting up and beginning to trace circles around Jean’s navel with his finger.
“ In your own weird way... you show me.”
Roy stared at his lover for a moment, and then matched the soft smile on Havoc’s face with his own.
“I suppose...”
“Don’t give me that,” Jean chuckled, watching Roy tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth, smiling at his former superior’s creased brow and stare of intense concentration as he pulled the condom down over the length of his own cock, “Right now you look like you do when you’re doing research for Central, you know.”
“I can assure you, I put a lot more finesse and care into this.”
“You’re just saying that,” Havoc snorted, but Roy shook his head and grabbed the small tube of lubricant from where it had fallen against the inside of Jean’s right thigh, hand teasingly brushing against his lover’s balls before he sat back and squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his index and middle fingers. Jean squirmed impatiently against the bed; the towel they’d put down was rough and uncomfortable, but so long as nothing was stained and they stayed quiet they wouldn’t have to explain anything to his mother the next morning, even if the chances of her hearing downstairs with the radio on were minimal. Roy subconsciously licked his lips and felt his cock twitch as he looked at Jean splayed out on the bed, legs spread, ready for Roy to prep him, erection straining and precum glistening at the tip in the moonlight.
“Ready, Jean?”
“Yeah,” Havoc breathed, and Roy nodded and slid his fingers slowly inside.
Havoc was, by this time, almost certain that Roy knew his body better than he knew it himself, because after a few seconds of awkward pressure Roy’s fingers curled and he whimpered and rocked against Roy’s hand. Roy purred, heat pooling rapidly in his stomach as he watched Jean writhe, listened to his soft whimpers and sharp intakes of breath, watched as the blond’s cock twitched and the precum that had been pooling at the head begin to run down the length of his erection. Feeling as if all the air had suddenly been sucked from his lungs, Roy kept up the gentle rhythm of his fingers and leaned forward, lips barely touching as he leaned forward to catch the droplet of cum with his tongue.
“Roy,” Jean moaned, hips thrusting forward at the brief touch of Roy’s tongue, breath coming in short, sharp pants when he pulled away, “Roy, we might need another condom.”
“Tell me when you’re close and I’ll suck you,” Roy purred, withdrawing his fingers and reaching over to grab the tube of lubricant again. He slicked his cock, stroking himself a few more times than needed and cupping his balls with his other hand when he realized Havoc was watching him. Once he was done, he took a moment to stare at his lover’s flushed cheeks, his heaving chest, his straining cock and the way his legs were parted, eyes were welcoming - the fact that he was waiting for him and wanting him...
“Jean, I...” Roy started, and then once again found himself at a loss for words. Fuck, why can’t I just say it?
Jean chuckled, a low sound in his throat that made Roy shiver, and sat up briefly to place his hands on Roy’s hips, pulling him closer. His hands moved up Roy’s body and they drew closer to one another, eventually resting on the back of his neck, pulling them both down towards the pillows in synch. Jean’s lips brushed roughly against his, and his thighs quivered against his hips.
“It’s alright, Roy. I told you that,” Jean said softly, blue eyes so loving that Roy almost felt the need to avert his eyes like a nervous child.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Havoc replied, rocking forward, smirking in a way that almost mirrored his lover when Roy moaned.
“I...” Roy started, but his head seemed to swim and he met Jean’s expectant glance with a soft kiss, drawing away after barely a second of contact. Breathing deeply and shuddering, he took a moment to steady himself before pressing slowly inside, almost crying out when Jean moaned and tightened around him. Roy reached up and traced his fingers across Jean’s cheek and the younger man turned his head and sucked them into his mouth, tongue curling around his fingertips and warm breath tickling his palm.
“Jean,” Roy whispered breathlessly, fucking him with slow, hard thrusts and reaching down to toy with his balls, pace quickening when Havoc arched and muffled his own cry with the inside of his arm.
“Tell me... make sure you tell me,” Roy breathed, fingers moving up to encircle Jean’s cock, watching the way his face changed as he started jerking him off in the moonlight coming through the window. Jean’s thighs tightened against his hips and his hands slid down to cup Mustang’s thighs, fingernails running along skin and leaving thin red lines that stood out in sharp contrast to Roy’s pale skin. Roy gasped and leaned forward, pressing his chest against Jean’s and biting down on his shoulder.
Havoc’s tongue pressed against the shell of his ear, and Roy moved to kiss him, tongues curling and teasing for a moment before their lips met, Jean’s soft moans tickling Roy’s mouth. Jean’s cock was pressed against his stomach, hot and hard and wet, and Roy once again pulled up, feeling Havoc’s legs lock around his back as he did so. Feeling out of breath but still managing to smirk, Roy fisted his hand around Jean’s cock again and rocked against him, fast and hard, crying out when he felt Jean tighten around his cock, heard him whimper his name over and over again...
“Roy... I... I’m...” Jean started, but he was cut off by his own yelp as Roy thumbed the slit of his cock and smeared precum across the head. Roy nodded and halted, easing himself out of Jean’s body slowly and replacing his cock with his fingers as he leaned down to suck Jean’s erection into his mouth. Teasing the head with his tongue and brushing Jean’s ball with his thumb while trying to regain his breath, he supported himself by using his free arm to lean on Havoc’s stomach while he slowly took his cock into his throat. He looked up at Jean, eyes dark with wanting, and when Jean moaned and murmured now he began taking his cock in and out of his throat, breathing carefully through his nose, fingers curling inside of Havoc and carefully massaging his prostate.
He knew Jean wouldn’t last, and when he felt the blond man try to arch against his weight he shifted, withdrawing his fingers and splaying both hands across Jean’s thighs. When he felt the head of Jean’s cock hit the back of his throat, Roy curled his fingers into Jean’s skin and sucked hard, relishing in the bitter taste of Jean’s semen on his tongue and the signs of lost control; the shallow, sharp thrusts of the hips, the soft whimpering of his name, the sudden tightness of the muscles in his legs.
Moving away and taking huge gasps of air until he felt his head stop spinning, Roy then returned to Jean, lay on his stomach between his legs and licked the head of his cock softly, feeling it twitch weakly in his hand every time he briefly tasted Jean’s cum on the tip of his tongue. Once he was sure that he was totally spent, Roy pulled up, trying to ignore his own erection, still heavy between his legs.
“Roy,” Jean breathed, pulling him close and kissing him. Roy kissed back, hands resting firmly on Havoc’s hips. The tip of his erection brushed against Jean’s thigh and he gasped softly into the kiss, making Jean break away to laugh, “Finish, Roy.”
“How would you like me?” Roy’s voice was a low purr, “Do you want to suck me? Want to watch me jerk off?”
“Come here,” Havoc said, rolling his eyes and grinning when Roy crawled over on his hands and knees, “Finish inside.”
“You’re sure?” Roy whispered, drawing his tongue across Jean’s flushed cheek.
“Yeah,” Jean nodded and then rested his forehead against Roy’s, “And I’ll finger you.”
“Alright then,” Roy smirked, digging around for the lube, eventually finding it in the fold of the towel they’d put down. Havoc coated his fingers with the stuff and then lay back against the pillow, hips raised and legs apart, soft cock resting against his balls, hands resting on his stomach just above his navel, dark golden hair just below his navel making bizarre dappled shadows on his skin.
Roy moaned and positioned himself, pressing inside of Havoc’s body until he felt his balls brush against Havoc’s ass. Jean smiled and poked his tongue out, flicking the tip against Roy’s lips before his index finger pressed against Roy’s entrance. Roy’s thighs quivered and his back arched, and Havoc slid his finger inside, gasping at the dull ache of his body trying to respond to the head of Roy’s cock brushing against his prostate.
Feeling Jean’s body tighten around him by reflex, Roy moaned and rocked back against Jean’s hand and immediately felt Jean’s finger wriggle inside of him; they were both trying to reach that spot, both trying so very hard, but the angle was too awkward; a second finger slid inside of him just as Jean moaned and leaned up to kiss him, drawing him as close as he could possibly come and tightening his legs around him. Havoc continued to hold him closer, closer, until they were both kneeling, Jean riding Roy’s cock and moaning with every movement and supported by Roy’s hands cupping his ass, Roy thrusting up in time with Jean’s movements and trying to support them both when Jean’s fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot inside.
Havoc’s fingers flicked inside of him and his other hand tightened on the back of his neck; Roy moaned as he felt them brush his prostate and pitched Jean back against the pillows, thrusting into his lover’s body wildly before finally coming, fingers clenching at Havoc’s shoulder, sweat dripping off his brow and chest heaving. Jean toyed with his balls and brushed his fingers against his prostate, until it almost ached to come any more than he already had. He fell forward onto Jean, feeling the start of an erection twitch against his stomach, feeling it fade as he eased out of his body. Roy tugged the condom weakly off his cock and dug the plastic bag they’d brought Charlie’s treats in out of his suitcase, tossing the condom in and knotting the bag at the top, planning to put the bag in the huge industrial bin Havoc’s mother used for the general store the next morning.
Lying naked and pressed against Jean as he tossed the towel into the corner with his clothes and pulled the sheet up around their hips, Roy felt as if he was completely at peace. Havoc’s breathing evened out and his eyes fluttered closed, and Roy stroked his fingers down Jean’s shoulder and arm every time his breathing faltered. Squirming upwards to rest his forehead against Jean’s temple, Roy always found things so much easier to say to him when he slept.
“Love you.”
Jean’s arms tightened around his waist, and Roy, still feeling oddly peaceful, shut his eyes.
Perhaps he’d never be able to tell Jean when he was awake, but this was enough for now.
END
Author: galuxkitty
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang/Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3142
Warnings: Post-anime alternate future, smut, WAFF.
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the rightful property of Hiromu Arakawa. This is a fanwork written purely for both your entertainment and mine.
Theme #22 for 30_kisses; ‘cradle’.
A quick Charlieverse PWP that takes place just a short time after The Best Days. Charlieverse is introduced in detail in my fic The Five Trials Of Charlie, but you don’t have to have read either of my aforementioned fics to understand this for what it is; fluffy porn.
I just needed to offer some explanation as to why Roy and Havoc own a dog and why Roy has both eyes. :D
A big thank you goes to raja815, as per usual, for helping me out of some tight spots, and for reminding me that condoms go on penises, not condos. Curse typographical errors!
It had been a surprise to find that after sundown, the small desert town in which Jean Havoc had grown up actually became quite cold. After the sun had set against a horizon that looked close enough to touch, there was no fog nor cloud cover to keep the warmth, just the dry winds that characterized the semi-arid climate of the Eastern part of Amestris and the clear night sky.
Dinner had gone well enough; Esther had insisted on feeding both Roy and her son as much as they could possibly eat but in the end Charlie bested them both in comparison, after getting to chew the large bone left over from their roast dinner clean, lick out the pie tin Esther had served their cherry pie in and jump up while Roy wasn’t looking in order to steal the large, gravy-saturated piece of pumpkin from his plate.
Jean had gone out into the back yard of his mother’s house after that, in order to clean out the old dog kennel that had once housed his childhood pet for Charlie. Roy lounged on the bed in the spare bedroom of the Havoc family home and stared out the window, listening to Jean speak to Charlie through the open window.
“There we go, boy. That’ll do you while we’re here.”
Roy heard the back door of the house creak as Jean pushed it open, said goodnight to his Ma, who was downstairs listening to her favourite radio show, and began to head up the stairs. The next thing he heard was the chain attached to the doghouse pull tight for a moment before Charlie relaxed and settled down on the warm blankets inside the kennel for the night. The bedroom door swung open, and Jean grinned before starting to tug his shirt off.
“Charlie’s all right.”
“Oh, thank goodness for that,” Roy replied, trying his best to keep the sarcastic tone in his voice to a minimum.
“I’ll say,” Jean said, and Roy wasn’t sure if he’d missed the sarcasm or if he’d simply chosen to ignore it, “We’re staying here for a few days yet, so I want him to be happy.”
“He will be,” Roy yawned and stretched out over the bed, “It’s a nice night.”
“It is,” Jean grinned, moving over to sit on the bed with Roy.
Roy watched as Jean tugged his sweater over his head and tossed it to the corner of the room, kicked his shoes off and started to unbutton the shirt he’d been wearing under his jumper. He slid his arm around Jean’s waist and gently brushed his fingers against his side.
“Why did you decide to move away from here?” Roy asked, smiling briefly when Havoc looked over his shoulder at him, “It’s just that you seem so happy when you’re here.”
“Heh, there are only two ways for the kids that grow up in this town to go,” Jean said, reaching down to take off his socks, “They either stay here, get married early, take over the family business and have kids to take over when they go, or they get out of here and try to find success in the city. The easiest way for me to make a living in East was to enlist.”
“I see,” Roy nodded.
“Besides, there was no one who’d marry me here,” Jean chuckled, “What made you ask?”
“I don’t know,” Roy replied, “You just seem to be much happier here.”
“Just the feeling of being home, I think,” Jean once again looked over his shoulder at Roy, “While we’re asking questions, why did you bother taking me as your subordinate?”
“Why do you ask?” Roy smirked, brushing his fingers just below the waistband of Jean’s pants.
“Just curious,” Havoc murmured, unbuttoning his pants.
“You were a good soldier...”
“But I wasn’t that great...”
“Shut up,” Roy snorted, “You did your job and you did it well, and remained loyal to me even with the risks I took. You never questioned me, never wavered in your dedication, and worked hard. I couldn’t ask for more in a subordinate.”
“You say that now...”
“Stop it,” Roy said evenly, sitting up to kiss the nape of Havoc’s neck and grinning, “You’re wonderful, perfect, brilliant, amazing...”
“Now you’re being sarcastic.”
“But I wasn’t before.”
Havoc snorted and tried to move away, but Roy wrapped his arms around him and held him steady.
“Why all this, all of a sudden?”
“Sir, why did you choose me?” Jean asked, and this time Roy knew he wasn’t talking about when they’d been enlisted.
Roy stayed silent for a while, pondering his answer. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers across Jean’s chest, not really meaning to cause a reaction; he almost jumped when Havoc shivered.
“I don’t know,” Roy answered slowly, holding onto Jean tightly when he felt his body tense, “But... I’m happy. You make me happy. Being here with you makes me happy. I wish... it could have happened under happier circumstances, but... I’m happy now.”
For a moment, Havoc didn’t respond. Then, his shoulders started shaking and after worrying for just a moment that he’d made Jean cry for goodness’s sake, Roy realized he was actually laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Roy said, trying to keep the indignant tone out of his voice.
“You,” Jean chuckled, “You’re not real good with the emotional stuff, are you Boss?”
“I’d like to think that I’m... charming in my own way.”
“Your own awkward way,” Jean said, spinning around to press his lips against Roy’s, his pants hanging low on his hips, “I love you, you know.”
Mustang opened his mouth to reply and then shut it again, cursing himself for his lack of emotional capacity. Havoc chuckled and kissed his neck.
“You don’t have to tell me...”
“I want to tell you, Jean. But...”
“You do. In your own weird way,” Jean smiled, kissing him softly. Not wanting to be outdone, Roy pressed forward, cupping the side of Jean’s face with his palm, rough fingers brushing slowly against Jean’s jaw, matching the rough texture of the stubble darkening his skin.
They continued to kiss and touch each other as they stripped off the last of their clothing and fell back onto the pillows, breaking away for only a brief moment so Roy could grab lubricant and a condom from his toiletries bag. Jean rolled his eyes when Roy smirked at him and leaned over to grab a towel from his bag to spread out over the bed.
“Thinking ahead were you, Sir?” Havoc breathed softly, shivering when Mustang moved forward to kiss him, pressing him back against the bed once again and running rough fingertips down the side of his body.
“I don’t see you complaining, Lieutenant,” he replied, kissing his lover before sliding slowly down, pausing to tease a nipple with his tongue.
“ No...” Jean murmured, arching up when he felt one of Roy’s fingers trace the shape of tensed muscles in his thigh and then rest just under his navel.
“Good,” Roy smirked, moving back up to kiss Jean’s neck.
“But... this is what I meant,” Jean smiled, moaning softly when his lips met Roy’s and the older man’s tongue pressed against his.
“Hmm?” Roy hummed, sitting up and beginning to trace circles around Jean’s navel with his finger.
“ In your own weird way... you show me.”
Roy stared at his lover for a moment, and then matched the soft smile on Havoc’s face with his own.
“I suppose...”
“Don’t give me that,” Jean chuckled, watching Roy tear the condom wrapper open with his teeth, smiling at his former superior’s creased brow and stare of intense concentration as he pulled the condom down over the length of his own cock, “Right now you look like you do when you’re doing research for Central, you know.”
“I can assure you, I put a lot more finesse and care into this.”
“You’re just saying that,” Havoc snorted, but Roy shook his head and grabbed the small tube of lubricant from where it had fallen against the inside of Jean’s right thigh, hand teasingly brushing against his lover’s balls before he sat back and squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto his index and middle fingers. Jean squirmed impatiently against the bed; the towel they’d put down was rough and uncomfortable, but so long as nothing was stained and they stayed quiet they wouldn’t have to explain anything to his mother the next morning, even if the chances of her hearing downstairs with the radio on were minimal. Roy subconsciously licked his lips and felt his cock twitch as he looked at Jean splayed out on the bed, legs spread, ready for Roy to prep him, erection straining and precum glistening at the tip in the moonlight.
“Ready, Jean?”
“Yeah,” Havoc breathed, and Roy nodded and slid his fingers slowly inside.
Havoc was, by this time, almost certain that Roy knew his body better than he knew it himself, because after a few seconds of awkward pressure Roy’s fingers curled and he whimpered and rocked against Roy’s hand. Roy purred, heat pooling rapidly in his stomach as he watched Jean writhe, listened to his soft whimpers and sharp intakes of breath, watched as the blond’s cock twitched and the precum that had been pooling at the head begin to run down the length of his erection. Feeling as if all the air had suddenly been sucked from his lungs, Roy kept up the gentle rhythm of his fingers and leaned forward, lips barely touching as he leaned forward to catch the droplet of cum with his tongue.
“Roy,” Jean moaned, hips thrusting forward at the brief touch of Roy’s tongue, breath coming in short, sharp pants when he pulled away, “Roy, we might need another condom.”
“Tell me when you’re close and I’ll suck you,” Roy purred, withdrawing his fingers and reaching over to grab the tube of lubricant again. He slicked his cock, stroking himself a few more times than needed and cupping his balls with his other hand when he realized Havoc was watching him. Once he was done, he took a moment to stare at his lover’s flushed cheeks, his heaving chest, his straining cock and the way his legs were parted, eyes were welcoming - the fact that he was waiting for him and wanting him...
“Jean, I...” Roy started, and then once again found himself at a loss for words. Fuck, why can’t I just say it?
Jean chuckled, a low sound in his throat that made Roy shiver, and sat up briefly to place his hands on Roy’s hips, pulling him closer. His hands moved up Roy’s body and they drew closer to one another, eventually resting on the back of his neck, pulling them both down towards the pillows in synch. Jean’s lips brushed roughly against his, and his thighs quivered against his hips.
“It’s alright, Roy. I told you that,” Jean said softly, blue eyes so loving that Roy almost felt the need to avert his eyes like a nervous child.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Havoc replied, rocking forward, smirking in a way that almost mirrored his lover when Roy moaned.
“I...” Roy started, but his head seemed to swim and he met Jean’s expectant glance with a soft kiss, drawing away after barely a second of contact. Breathing deeply and shuddering, he took a moment to steady himself before pressing slowly inside, almost crying out when Jean moaned and tightened around him. Roy reached up and traced his fingers across Jean’s cheek and the younger man turned his head and sucked them into his mouth, tongue curling around his fingertips and warm breath tickling his palm.
“Jean,” Roy whispered breathlessly, fucking him with slow, hard thrusts and reaching down to toy with his balls, pace quickening when Havoc arched and muffled his own cry with the inside of his arm.
“Tell me... make sure you tell me,” Roy breathed, fingers moving up to encircle Jean’s cock, watching the way his face changed as he started jerking him off in the moonlight coming through the window. Jean’s thighs tightened against his hips and his hands slid down to cup Mustang’s thighs, fingernails running along skin and leaving thin red lines that stood out in sharp contrast to Roy’s pale skin. Roy gasped and leaned forward, pressing his chest against Jean’s and biting down on his shoulder.
Havoc’s tongue pressed against the shell of his ear, and Roy moved to kiss him, tongues curling and teasing for a moment before their lips met, Jean’s soft moans tickling Roy’s mouth. Jean’s cock was pressed against his stomach, hot and hard and wet, and Roy once again pulled up, feeling Havoc’s legs lock around his back as he did so. Feeling out of breath but still managing to smirk, Roy fisted his hand around Jean’s cock again and rocked against him, fast and hard, crying out when he felt Jean tighten around his cock, heard him whimper his name over and over again...
“Roy... I... I’m...” Jean started, but he was cut off by his own yelp as Roy thumbed the slit of his cock and smeared precum across the head. Roy nodded and halted, easing himself out of Jean’s body slowly and replacing his cock with his fingers as he leaned down to suck Jean’s erection into his mouth. Teasing the head with his tongue and brushing Jean’s ball with his thumb while trying to regain his breath, he supported himself by using his free arm to lean on Havoc’s stomach while he slowly took his cock into his throat. He looked up at Jean, eyes dark with wanting, and when Jean moaned and murmured now he began taking his cock in and out of his throat, breathing carefully through his nose, fingers curling inside of Havoc and carefully massaging his prostate.
He knew Jean wouldn’t last, and when he felt the blond man try to arch against his weight he shifted, withdrawing his fingers and splaying both hands across Jean’s thighs. When he felt the head of Jean’s cock hit the back of his throat, Roy curled his fingers into Jean’s skin and sucked hard, relishing in the bitter taste of Jean’s semen on his tongue and the signs of lost control; the shallow, sharp thrusts of the hips, the soft whimpering of his name, the sudden tightness of the muscles in his legs.
Moving away and taking huge gasps of air until he felt his head stop spinning, Roy then returned to Jean, lay on his stomach between his legs and licked the head of his cock softly, feeling it twitch weakly in his hand every time he briefly tasted Jean’s cum on the tip of his tongue. Once he was sure that he was totally spent, Roy pulled up, trying to ignore his own erection, still heavy between his legs.
“Roy,” Jean breathed, pulling him close and kissing him. Roy kissed back, hands resting firmly on Havoc’s hips. The tip of his erection brushed against Jean’s thigh and he gasped softly into the kiss, making Jean break away to laugh, “Finish, Roy.”
“How would you like me?” Roy’s voice was a low purr, “Do you want to suck me? Want to watch me jerk off?”
“Come here,” Havoc said, rolling his eyes and grinning when Roy crawled over on his hands and knees, “Finish inside.”
“You’re sure?” Roy whispered, drawing his tongue across Jean’s flushed cheek.
“Yeah,” Jean nodded and then rested his forehead against Roy’s, “And I’ll finger you.”
“Alright then,” Roy smirked, digging around for the lube, eventually finding it in the fold of the towel they’d put down. Havoc coated his fingers with the stuff and then lay back against the pillow, hips raised and legs apart, soft cock resting against his balls, hands resting on his stomach just above his navel, dark golden hair just below his navel making bizarre dappled shadows on his skin.
Roy moaned and positioned himself, pressing inside of Havoc’s body until he felt his balls brush against Havoc’s ass. Jean smiled and poked his tongue out, flicking the tip against Roy’s lips before his index finger pressed against Roy’s entrance. Roy’s thighs quivered and his back arched, and Havoc slid his finger inside, gasping at the dull ache of his body trying to respond to the head of Roy’s cock brushing against his prostate.
Feeling Jean’s body tighten around him by reflex, Roy moaned and rocked back against Jean’s hand and immediately felt Jean’s finger wriggle inside of him; they were both trying to reach that spot, both trying so very hard, but the angle was too awkward; a second finger slid inside of him just as Jean moaned and leaned up to kiss him, drawing him as close as he could possibly come and tightening his legs around him. Havoc continued to hold him closer, closer, until they were both kneeling, Jean riding Roy’s cock and moaning with every movement and supported by Roy’s hands cupping his ass, Roy thrusting up in time with Jean’s movements and trying to support them both when Jean’s fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot inside.
Havoc’s fingers flicked inside of him and his other hand tightened on the back of his neck; Roy moaned as he felt them brush his prostate and pitched Jean back against the pillows, thrusting into his lover’s body wildly before finally coming, fingers clenching at Havoc’s shoulder, sweat dripping off his brow and chest heaving. Jean toyed with his balls and brushed his fingers against his prostate, until it almost ached to come any more than he already had. He fell forward onto Jean, feeling the start of an erection twitch against his stomach, feeling it fade as he eased out of his body. Roy tugged the condom weakly off his cock and dug the plastic bag they’d brought Charlie’s treats in out of his suitcase, tossing the condom in and knotting the bag at the top, planning to put the bag in the huge industrial bin Havoc’s mother used for the general store the next morning.
Lying naked and pressed against Jean as he tossed the towel into the corner with his clothes and pulled the sheet up around their hips, Roy felt as if he was completely at peace. Havoc’s breathing evened out and his eyes fluttered closed, and Roy stroked his fingers down Jean’s shoulder and arm every time his breathing faltered. Squirming upwards to rest his forehead against Jean’s temple, Roy always found things so much easier to say to him when he slept.
“Love you.”
Jean’s arms tightened around his waist, and Roy, still feeling oddly peaceful, shut his eyes.
Perhaps he’d never be able to tell Jean when he was awake, but this was enough for now.
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