Fullmetal Alchemist, "A Matter of Minutes," Al/Danny, NC-17
So I was bitching to faerie_speak last night about the slovenly men I seem to be surrounded by, and she made a statement so funny, so honestly appropriate for the situation, that I laughed myself into a cramp.
This story was the result. The fatal statement is in here, but you'll have to ask faerie_speak if you want to know which one it is. ^_~
A Matter of Minutes
by Mistr3ss Quickly
At 5:01 PM, Alphonse Elric returns home exactly fifty-nine minutes early from a trip with his brother to Aquaroya, where Edward had taken him to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Al's return to his human body. Danny is lying on the sofa in his boxers and a pair of old socks, because it's warm that time of year and the sofa's the coolest place in the apartment.
He's been reading something erotic, or having erotic thoughts about whatever he's reading, Al's guessing, because he's got a blush warming on his cheeks and an erection tenting his boxers, and really, both look great on him.
Therefore, at 5:04 PM, once Al's suit-jacket is hung on the peg by the door and his shoes are lined up neatly beside Danny's, his suitcase set down beside the door, out of the way, Al is in Danny's arms, his legs wrapped around Danny's waist, and Danny is kissing him, hard enough that Al's making all kinds of whimpering noises, his back pressed against the wall.
He'd tell Danny how much he missed him, and smile, but he's busy. And really, Danny would answer with how much Al's been missed, but he's busy too.
At 5:10 PM, Danny's arms start to shake under the strain of holding Al aloft, so he turns and carries his lover down the hall to their bedroom, growling against Al's cheek when Al leans in to bite him on the neck that he's going to do such dirty things to Al; he's going to make Al scream.
Which Al does.
Just not in erotic ecstasy. Instead, Al screams-shrieks, perhaps-in surprise as Danny trips over the mess of books and clothing lining the hallway and nearly drops him, soldier-trained reflexes and pure luck alone saving both of them from a nasty fall.
Al walks to the bedroom himself, after that. Danny follows, blushing and mumbling apologies.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he says. "I was going to clean before you got home, but ..."
He's still hard. Al turns, mouth open with some sort of reply hot on his tongue, but Danny's erection distracts him, so he sinks to his knees and puts his mouth over it, instead.
At 5:12 PM, Danny groans and curses himself for buying boxers with a button-fly instead of the open-fly boxers Al once hinted he liked better.
"Oh sweetheart," he says. "Sweetheart that's so good ... oh god, Al ..."
Al seems to like it when Danny moans for him, which admittedly is a bit of a rarity when the windows are open and the neighbors might hear them. He growls and stands, giving Danny a kiss as a reward, and Danny answers by scooping him up, once again, and tossing him onto the bed.
At 5:14 PM, Danny apologizes for the red mark swelling up on Al's back where Al landed on the book Danny had forgotten he'd been reading, the night before.
"I don't sleep very well when you're not here, sweetheart," he says. "I was reading 'til I fell asleep ... I'm so sorry, I forgot that was there ..."
Al glares at him over his shoulder and rubs the mark on his back. Danny hangs his head, appropriately contrite.
At 5:15 PM, Danny starts giving Al a backrub to make up for the book.
At 5:16 PM, Al starts humping the bed.
By 5:17 PM, Danny's cock has found a way to escape his boxers, even with the button fastened, and starts leaking precome onto the back pockets of Al's trousers. Danny helps Al out of his pants and underwear, because Al cares when things are messy and prefers to keep things clean.
Al cooperates beautifully, wiggling out of his vest and shirt with a grin on his handsome face. His cock's just as stiff as Danny's and he whines when Danny touches it and bucks his hips, murmuring Danny's name over and over.
Danny kisses him quiet and strips out of his own boxers, wadding them up with Al's suit and dropping them over the side of the bed.
At 5:19 PM, Al smacks Danny upside the head.
"Don't make a mess, Danny," he says, breathless and glaring in the feisty way he does only when he's torn between being sensible and being horny. "My shirt's going to wrinkle, if you do that."
Danny rolls his eyes and drops the clothes to the floor anyway, grabbing his lover when Al lunges for them, arms outstretched.
At 5:22 PM, the clothes no longer matter and the lovers are right back where they were, before, save that now they're wearing far less and taking far greater liberties, each with the other.
Danny crawls backwards, down the bed, and buries his face between Al's legs, biting the inside of the younger man's thighs, licking at his balls, nuzzling his sticky, bobbing cock. He tells Al what he wants Al to do to him, how hard he wants Al to do it, and when he wants Al to do it, which is raunchy and animal and right fucking now. Al answers with a growl and a grin and a blind fumble for the pillowcase where they keep their lube, hips rocking in encouragement as Danny licks at him.
At 5:27 PM, Al's aggressive dirty-talk turns into aggressive frustration, his thighs clamping together fast enough to catch Danny's jaw, making the older man yelp.
"The lube, Danny," he snaps, when Danny sits up and looks at him like a wounded puppy. "Where's the lube?"
Danny turns a brilliant shade of red and twists, unearthing the bottle of lube from the wadded-up blankets kicked messily to the foot of the bed. "Um," he says. "Here?"
Al glares at him.
"I used it while you were gone," Danny elucidates. "Some. Just ... I, uh ... I kinda missed you."
It's 5:28 PM. Al's kissing Danny, hard, and Danny is-apparently-forgiven.
5:29 PM, and Danny's lying on his side, Al lying behind him, and the lube's being put to use yet again, but it's okay because it's Al's fingers dripping lube and Danny's ass he's stretching, and both of them seem eager and pleased, overall, with the situation.
"Faster, sweetheart," Danny gasps. "I played with myself, just this morning ... I don't need you to go slow."
Al moans and rests his forehead against Danny's shoulder, three fingers wiggling into Danny's body. "Da~nny," he murmurs.
Danny hisses. "Now," he says.
At 5:31 PM, Al obeys.
"Harder," says Danny, bucking backwards each time Al thrusts into him.
"Faster," begs Danny, gripping the edge of the mattress for leverage.
"Deeper," growls Danny, lifting his leg and shifting, trying to get more of Al inside.
Al snarls and pulls out completely. "Roll over," he orders, tugging impatiently on Danny's hips.
At 5:34 PM, he pushes back into Danny's body, as deep as he can get, and matches Danny's cry with one of his own. It's rough and kind of animal; the bed squeaks in protest and Danny's buttocks go a bit pink as Al rides him hard, but it's okay, Al's not worried. He's gotten pretty good at fucking, over the years he and Danny have been at it, after all, and Danny seems to be enjoying the experience.
Until 5:38 PM, anyway, when Al shifts, aiming for Danny's prostate, and loses his footing on the bed.
He topples to the side, just enough to pull him mostly out of Danny's body, and on instinct he grips Danny's hips, steadying himself until he's got his balance back. Danny makes a distinctly unmanly noise and looks over his shoulder at his lover, but Al is glaring at him so Danny stops looking and hangs his head.
"Stupid fucking ... Danny why are three pairs of scrubs on this bed? They made me lose my footing."
5:39, he pushes back in, venting his aggression with a sharp snap of his hips, and it's so good that Danny doesn't answer.
At 5:40 PM, the scrubs land in the floor with a flumph and Al angles his hips like he wanted to, before. Danny makes another distinctly unmanly noise, which rises in pitch and lowers in volume when Al curls over him and starts jerking him off.
At 5:43 PM, Danny comes. It makes a mess, but Al likes it. Makes a noise in the back of his throat and grabs Danny's hips, smearing come all over the left, and starts fucking Danny as hard as he can, because he's been out with his brother for nearly a week and is long overdue some release of sexual tension.
5:46 PM, Al comes, hard enough that he makes an unmanly noise more unmanly than any noise Danny has ever made, or could ever make. It makes Danny's cock jerk, trying to stiffen, but it's just a bit too soon, so it stays soft, wet against Danny's thigh.
They don't move, afterwards, not immediately. Al kisses Danny's spine and Danny grunts in answer, and it's good, lying still and close and messy and tired.
At 5:50 PM, Al pulls out and slides out of bed, the hand he was extending to help Danny out of bed faltering as he steps on the scrubs bunched up messily in the floor and loses his footing.
Danny kisses him on the cheek and says: "Want to shower with me?"
Al does. But first, he wants a glass of water.
Danny swats him on the butt and says: "I'll go start the shower."
At 5:56 PM, the water's hot and Danny's standing under it with his hands on his lover's hips, trying to look remorseful. Al's hands are on those hips, too, but it's different, when Al does it.
"Danny," he says. "Did you wash a single dish while I was gone? The kitchen's a disaster."
"I know," says Danny.
"I'm serious," says Al. "Were you trying to do Alchemy and just forgot the potassium or something? Because that's what it looks like. There's a half-inch of grime covering everything in the sink!"
Danny hangs his head. "I was gonna clean up before you got home," he says. "You were kinda early."
One of Al's eyebrows climbs up his face. "Is it always like this, when I go away?" he says.
Danny bites his lower lip. "I guess," he says. "Just doesn't seem like it matters, keeping the place clean when you're not here, sweetheart."
5:58 PM. Al kisses him on the chin.
"I should just be glad you're not a total slob when I'm around," he says. "Shouldn't I?"
Danny grins sheepishly. "Probably," he says.
At 6:00 PM, he's forgiven.
"Missed you, sweetheart," he murmurs, nuzzling Al's hair.
Al grins against Danny's wet skin and nuzzles back. "Missed you too," he says.
~*~*~*~
By 6:47 PM, the apartment's clean, and Al's prowling up Danny's body for a sticky kiss.
"Much better," he murmurs, shivering when Danny reaches down and palms his cock.
"What is, sweetheart?" says Danny.
Al whimpers and rocks his hips. "This," he says. "Clean apartment, clean Danny ... 's so good."
Danny rolls his eyes and strokes harder. When he reaches down and rubs his fingers against Al's asshole, Al whines loudly and jerks, trembling as he comes. He flops forward, boneless, once it's over, trapping Danny's hand beneath him.
"Very good," he mumbles.
"Mmm-hmm," says Danny. He wiggles his hand experimentally, winces at the wet squelch of the sheets. "But it made a mess."
Al snorts, lifting his head just enough to glare playfully at his lover. "'S okay," he says. "I'm used to it."
At 6:52 PM, Danny growls and tickles him.
At 6:53 PM, the bed shakes and shudders under the strain of a full-out wrestling match.
At 6:55 PM, they call a truce and change the sheets, then stand side-by-side at the bathroom sink, Al washing semen out of his hair while Danny cleans their skin with a washcloth. They grin when they see that they're both staring at each other in the mirror, and Danny smacks Al on the butt.
"You should call and warn me, next time you're going to be home early, you know, sweetheart," he says. "Give a guy a chance to clean up a little."
Al shakes his head and kisses him. "Nah," he says. "I kinda like coming home to the slob I married."
Then he squeezes Danny's butt.
At 7:01 PM, Danny kisses him back and drops the argument altogether.
He's pretty sure he'd have lost it, anyway.
This story was the result. The fatal statement is in here, but you'll have to ask faerie_speak if you want to know which one it is. ^_~
A Matter of Minutes
by Mistr3ss Quickly
At 5:01 PM, Alphonse Elric returns home exactly fifty-nine minutes early from a trip with his brother to Aquaroya, where Edward had taken him to celebrate the tenth anniversary of Al's return to his human body. Danny is lying on the sofa in his boxers and a pair of old socks, because it's warm that time of year and the sofa's the coolest place in the apartment.
He's been reading something erotic, or having erotic thoughts about whatever he's reading, Al's guessing, because he's got a blush warming on his cheeks and an erection tenting his boxers, and really, both look great on him.
Therefore, at 5:04 PM, once Al's suit-jacket is hung on the peg by the door and his shoes are lined up neatly beside Danny's, his suitcase set down beside the door, out of the way, Al is in Danny's arms, his legs wrapped around Danny's waist, and Danny is kissing him, hard enough that Al's making all kinds of whimpering noises, his back pressed against the wall.
He'd tell Danny how much he missed him, and smile, but he's busy. And really, Danny would answer with how much Al's been missed, but he's busy too.
At 5:10 PM, Danny's arms start to shake under the strain of holding Al aloft, so he turns and carries his lover down the hall to their bedroom, growling against Al's cheek when Al leans in to bite him on the neck that he's going to do such dirty things to Al; he's going to make Al scream.
Which Al does.
Just not in erotic ecstasy. Instead, Al screams-shrieks, perhaps-in surprise as Danny trips over the mess of books and clothing lining the hallway and nearly drops him, soldier-trained reflexes and pure luck alone saving both of them from a nasty fall.
Al walks to the bedroom himself, after that. Danny follows, blushing and mumbling apologies.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he says. "I was going to clean before you got home, but ..."
He's still hard. Al turns, mouth open with some sort of reply hot on his tongue, but Danny's erection distracts him, so he sinks to his knees and puts his mouth over it, instead.
At 5:12 PM, Danny groans and curses himself for buying boxers with a button-fly instead of the open-fly boxers Al once hinted he liked better.
"Oh sweetheart," he says. "Sweetheart that's so good ... oh god, Al ..."
Al seems to like it when Danny moans for him, which admittedly is a bit of a rarity when the windows are open and the neighbors might hear them. He growls and stands, giving Danny a kiss as a reward, and Danny answers by scooping him up, once again, and tossing him onto the bed.
At 5:14 PM, Danny apologizes for the red mark swelling up on Al's back where Al landed on the book Danny had forgotten he'd been reading, the night before.
"I don't sleep very well when you're not here, sweetheart," he says. "I was reading 'til I fell asleep ... I'm so sorry, I forgot that was there ..."
Al glares at him over his shoulder and rubs the mark on his back. Danny hangs his head, appropriately contrite.
At 5:15 PM, Danny starts giving Al a backrub to make up for the book.
At 5:16 PM, Al starts humping the bed.
By 5:17 PM, Danny's cock has found a way to escape his boxers, even with the button fastened, and starts leaking precome onto the back pockets of Al's trousers. Danny helps Al out of his pants and underwear, because Al cares when things are messy and prefers to keep things clean.
Al cooperates beautifully, wiggling out of his vest and shirt with a grin on his handsome face. His cock's just as stiff as Danny's and he whines when Danny touches it and bucks his hips, murmuring Danny's name over and over.
Danny kisses him quiet and strips out of his own boxers, wadding them up with Al's suit and dropping them over the side of the bed.
At 5:19 PM, Al smacks Danny upside the head.
"Don't make a mess, Danny," he says, breathless and glaring in the feisty way he does only when he's torn between being sensible and being horny. "My shirt's going to wrinkle, if you do that."
Danny rolls his eyes and drops the clothes to the floor anyway, grabbing his lover when Al lunges for them, arms outstretched.
At 5:22 PM, the clothes no longer matter and the lovers are right back where they were, before, save that now they're wearing far less and taking far greater liberties, each with the other.
Danny crawls backwards, down the bed, and buries his face between Al's legs, biting the inside of the younger man's thighs, licking at his balls, nuzzling his sticky, bobbing cock. He tells Al what he wants Al to do to him, how hard he wants Al to do it, and when he wants Al to do it, which is raunchy and animal and right fucking now. Al answers with a growl and a grin and a blind fumble for the pillowcase where they keep their lube, hips rocking in encouragement as Danny licks at him.
At 5:27 PM, Al's aggressive dirty-talk turns into aggressive frustration, his thighs clamping together fast enough to catch Danny's jaw, making the older man yelp.
"The lube, Danny," he snaps, when Danny sits up and looks at him like a wounded puppy. "Where's the lube?"
Danny turns a brilliant shade of red and twists, unearthing the bottle of lube from the wadded-up blankets kicked messily to the foot of the bed. "Um," he says. "Here?"
Al glares at him.
"I used it while you were gone," Danny elucidates. "Some. Just ... I, uh ... I kinda missed you."
It's 5:28 PM. Al's kissing Danny, hard, and Danny is-apparently-forgiven.
5:29 PM, and Danny's lying on his side, Al lying behind him, and the lube's being put to use yet again, but it's okay because it's Al's fingers dripping lube and Danny's ass he's stretching, and both of them seem eager and pleased, overall, with the situation.
"Faster, sweetheart," Danny gasps. "I played with myself, just this morning ... I don't need you to go slow."
Al moans and rests his forehead against Danny's shoulder, three fingers wiggling into Danny's body. "Da~nny," he murmurs.
Danny hisses. "Now," he says.
At 5:31 PM, Al obeys.
"Harder," says Danny, bucking backwards each time Al thrusts into him.
"Faster," begs Danny, gripping the edge of the mattress for leverage.
"Deeper," growls Danny, lifting his leg and shifting, trying to get more of Al inside.
Al snarls and pulls out completely. "Roll over," he orders, tugging impatiently on Danny's hips.
At 5:34 PM, he pushes back into Danny's body, as deep as he can get, and matches Danny's cry with one of his own. It's rough and kind of animal; the bed squeaks in protest and Danny's buttocks go a bit pink as Al rides him hard, but it's okay, Al's not worried. He's gotten pretty good at fucking, over the years he and Danny have been at it, after all, and Danny seems to be enjoying the experience.
Until 5:38 PM, anyway, when Al shifts, aiming for Danny's prostate, and loses his footing on the bed.
He topples to the side, just enough to pull him mostly out of Danny's body, and on instinct he grips Danny's hips, steadying himself until he's got his balance back. Danny makes a distinctly unmanly noise and looks over his shoulder at his lover, but Al is glaring at him so Danny stops looking and hangs his head.
"Stupid fucking ... Danny why are three pairs of scrubs on this bed? They made me lose my footing."
5:39, he pushes back in, venting his aggression with a sharp snap of his hips, and it's so good that Danny doesn't answer.
At 5:40 PM, the scrubs land in the floor with a flumph and Al angles his hips like he wanted to, before. Danny makes another distinctly unmanly noise, which rises in pitch and lowers in volume when Al curls over him and starts jerking him off.
At 5:43 PM, Danny comes. It makes a mess, but Al likes it. Makes a noise in the back of his throat and grabs Danny's hips, smearing come all over the left, and starts fucking Danny as hard as he can, because he's been out with his brother for nearly a week and is long overdue some release of sexual tension.
5:46 PM, Al comes, hard enough that he makes an unmanly noise more unmanly than any noise Danny has ever made, or could ever make. It makes Danny's cock jerk, trying to stiffen, but it's just a bit too soon, so it stays soft, wet against Danny's thigh.
They don't move, afterwards, not immediately. Al kisses Danny's spine and Danny grunts in answer, and it's good, lying still and close and messy and tired.
At 5:50 PM, Al pulls out and slides out of bed, the hand he was extending to help Danny out of bed faltering as he steps on the scrubs bunched up messily in the floor and loses his footing.
Danny kisses him on the cheek and says: "Want to shower with me?"
Al does. But first, he wants a glass of water.
Danny swats him on the butt and says: "I'll go start the shower."
At 5:56 PM, the water's hot and Danny's standing under it with his hands on his lover's hips, trying to look remorseful. Al's hands are on those hips, too, but it's different, when Al does it.
"Danny," he says. "Did you wash a single dish while I was gone? The kitchen's a disaster."
"I know," says Danny.
"I'm serious," says Al. "Were you trying to do Alchemy and just forgot the potassium or something? Because that's what it looks like. There's a half-inch of grime covering everything in the sink!"
Danny hangs his head. "I was gonna clean up before you got home," he says. "You were kinda early."
One of Al's eyebrows climbs up his face. "Is it always like this, when I go away?" he says.
Danny bites his lower lip. "I guess," he says. "Just doesn't seem like it matters, keeping the place clean when you're not here, sweetheart."
5:58 PM. Al kisses him on the chin.
"I should just be glad you're not a total slob when I'm around," he says. "Shouldn't I?"
Danny grins sheepishly. "Probably," he says.
At 6:00 PM, he's forgiven.
"Missed you, sweetheart," he murmurs, nuzzling Al's hair.
Al grins against Danny's wet skin and nuzzles back. "Missed you too," he says.
~*~*~*~
By 6:47 PM, the apartment's clean, and Al's prowling up Danny's body for a sticky kiss.
"Much better," he murmurs, shivering when Danny reaches down and palms his cock.
"What is, sweetheart?" says Danny.
Al whimpers and rocks his hips. "This," he says. "Clean apartment, clean Danny ... 's so good."
Danny rolls his eyes and strokes harder. When he reaches down and rubs his fingers against Al's asshole, Al whines loudly and jerks, trembling as he comes. He flops forward, boneless, once it's over, trapping Danny's hand beneath him.
"Very good," he mumbles.
"Mmm-hmm," says Danny. He wiggles his hand experimentally, winces at the wet squelch of the sheets. "But it made a mess."
Al snorts, lifting his head just enough to glare playfully at his lover. "'S okay," he says. "I'm used to it."
At 6:52 PM, Danny growls and tickles him.
At 6:53 PM, the bed shakes and shudders under the strain of a full-out wrestling match.
At 6:55 PM, they call a truce and change the sheets, then stand side-by-side at the bathroom sink, Al washing semen out of his hair while Danny cleans their skin with a washcloth. They grin when they see that they're both staring at each other in the mirror, and Danny smacks Al on the butt.
"You should call and warn me, next time you're going to be home early, you know, sweetheart," he says. "Give a guy a chance to clean up a little."
Al shakes his head and kisses him. "Nah," he says. "I kinda like coming home to the slob I married."
Then he squeezes Danny's butt.
At 7:01 PM, Danny kisses him back and drops the argument altogether.
He's pretty sure he'd have lost it, anyway.