yet another fic and this one took way too long to write
Title: Joyriding
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Word count: 4760
Rating: NC-17
Summary: For the FMA Kink Meme: Someone requested
"Ed is turned on by Roy's car/Roy's driving of the car and decides he wants to have sex with Roy. RIGHT THAT SECOND. "
“Do you even know how to drive?” Ed had asked, smirk firmly in place, leaning casually against the car as if it wasn’t the most beautiful machine in existence. Roy had merely smirked at his sometimes lover, a slow and predatory curl of his lips.
“If anyone asks you drove.” He said as his only response, opening the gleaming black door of the convertible and sliding in. Edward didn’t need to know that, technically, he was not allowed behind the wheel of a military issue vehicle. Let the teen think he chose to let Havoc drive him because he was an egocentric prick and it made him feel important. He need never know about the incident that had caused them to revoke his access to military vehicles.
That same predatory smile crawled over his features the moment they made it outside the city limits. Ed gave him a wary look through the tangle of his bangs and it only made him grin wider. It had been years since he’d felt the wind rush through his hair, the purr of the engine of a fine machine, the hum of the road zipping along beneath him.
“Uh… Roy?” Ed asked hesitantly, eyes glancing from his face down to the control panel, shifting to get a look at the speedometer. Dark eyes flicked away from the stretch of road before them, empty desolate land stretching out on either side of them. It was not yet the soft desert sands, those would not come for miles yet, no this was dry, hard, sun-baked earth, flecked with scraggly trees and high-rising rock formations. It was open air and with this, he gripped the steering wheel tighter, they could fly.
“Shouldn’t you slow down?” Ed’s voice was uncharacteristically small and Roy laughed, the unexpected sound captured by the wind. He turned his head, smirking over at Ed who was already gripping the door handle tight. Gold eyes glared back at him, determined not to show any hint of fear or unease. One gloved hand reached across the car to grab Edward’s seat belt, tugging it tighter as his smirk grew into something resembling a smile, a grin even but with the dangerous spark in his eyes one would hesitate to call it such. “Roy?” Ed winced when his voice cracked slightly but the colonel turned that fanatical smile back to the road, foot steadily pressing down.
Ed let out a squeak that was more reminiscent of his brother, followed by a low growl, angry with himself for the noise.
“Let’s see what she can do.” Roy’s words were quiet under the rush of the wind and the roar of the engine, flicking his gaze over to Ed for a brief moment. The teen’s eyes were wide in horror, watching the road in front of them disappear with alarming speed. He let off the gas, allowing the car to slow marginally before he angled the wheel to the left. They crossed over the other lane, thundering off the road and into the open expanse dry dead earth.
“What the hell are you doing, you psychopath!?” Edward bellowed, slamming his hands against the dashboard and pushing himself back into the seat as if holding on would help should anything happen. Roy simply smirked again, leaning back in the seat, right hand clutching the top of the wheel while he let the left one hang over the door. They sped away from the road, dust billowing behind them from the dry earth.
“Mustang, you’re insane!” Ed shouted again, looking desperately over his shoulder back towards the road.
“What you want to go back on the road?” Roy smirked again, eyes narrowing in determination. He wrenched the wheel to the side, smirk widening to reveal teeth when the back of the car spun hard, sending dirt and gravel skittering away from them. Even as he fought the pull of the wheels when the car tried to fish tail, he was gauging its reaction time. The second they were headed back towards the road he slammed his foot down, a thrill running through him when the engine roared, propelling them to even greater speeds. Edward squawked, clutching to the passenger side door almost hard enough to dent the metal with his auto mail.
Another sharp turn and the screech of brakes and the car slid back onto the road, jerking to a halt back within the lines it belonged. The car rocked slightly as it stopped, which brought another horrified sound from the teen beside him. His ears rang with the quiet after the roar of wind and machine. Roy turned to look calmly over at Ed, who was still clutching the door like a frightened kitten, hair mussed and windblown.
“We’re back on the road.” He said simply, as if that would calm the teen.
“YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME!” Edward raged, releasing the door in favor of fisting his hands in Roy’s uniform jacket. The blonde glared at him, face flushed and breaths coming too fast. “No fucking wonder they don’t let you drive!” There was a strange mix of awe, disbelief, and laughter in his voice. The laughter won out. He fell back against the seat, grinning and cracking up at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Then Roy hit the gas again.
Tires squealed on the pavement, the burn of rubber filled the air, and the car surged forward at a breakneck speed. This time, though the fearful tension was still there, Ed was grinning like a lunatic and no longer threatening the door. Roy was tempted to indulge in a little maniacal grinning of his own but wouldn’t want to scare the poor boy more than he already was.
Adrenaline pounded through him, quickening his heart rate and making him giddy with the exhilarating rush of it. This absolute freedom was a sensation he had been deprived of for far too long. He glanced back over to Ed and his taut muscles, wide eyes, fear rolling off of the teen. It was a rare thing to see the Fullmetal Alchemist afraid of anything. A thrill rushed through him, knowing that he was one of the few that could provoke such a response from the boy.
Ed put on a good show though, fighting to ignore the terror clawing at him and just enjoy the adrenaline rush. It was almost funny to watch the emotions flicker back and forth in his eyes, smile genuine one moment and little more than gritted teeth the next. The teen’s grin faltered, though, when Roy began weaving the car from one side of the road to the other in a tight zig-zag.
“You sure we can’t go off the road?” He teased, edging the tires close enough to dip ever so slightly at each pass. Ed paled slightly, closed his eyes for what must have been a nauseating moment, then opened them resolutely.
“Do it.” He ground out, a fierce determined light in his golden eyes. Roy smirked over at him, arching an eyebrow though the effect was somewhat lessened with his gaze shifting between Ed and the road.
“I’m not going to kill you, Fullmetal.” The blonde snorted in response. “Your death would be in no way beneficial to me, now would it?” Left hand on the steering wheel and now the right one sliding over a leather clad thigh. Edward gasped, turning to gawk at him but then both hands were on the wheel and the car was turning, nearly ninety degrees. Ed grabbed the dashboard again, a strangled sound catching in his throat, and Roy chuckled darkly.
He raced the car across the open expanse of dirt, pressing the pedal down until the arrow of the speedometer fluttered like a wild, living thing against the bottom of the control panel. The entire car vibrated with the forceful purr of the engine and Roy mused that it might just be the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Almost, he amended, gaze flicking to Edward again for a moment. The teen’s cries of pleasure, which he had never been able to restrain, outranked the car, though not by much.
The brief idea of quieting Edward’s fears enough to get the teen to let him do something that would let him hear both was so enticing. Another glance at the blonde, hands resting casually in his lap, tension wound tightly through his body but hands forced into a loose position. He doubted even he could get Ed to go for it.
He turned his attention back to the world rushing past them, dark eyes flicking up to the mirror to see just how far they were from the road. Far enough for it to be little more than a shining ribbon of dark asphalt in the distance. Edward suddenly turned, slinging his arm over the back of the bench seat and looking hard over his shoulder. Golden hair flew wildly around him, wrenching itself free of the braid.
“What, afraid we’re gonna get lost?” He smirked, turning sharply and starting a haphazard dance of tight circles and weaving turns. The teen turned bright eyes on him, looking queasy for a moment before his gaze focused on Roy again.
“Slow down.” Ed said, voice full of false bravado. Roy glanced at him, cocked his head slightly, and proceeded to ignore the blonde. He pulled the car into a tight turn, nearly doing a one-eighty. As soon as the car had righted itself, pulling into a straight line he felt warm fingertips at the base of his skull. Before he had time to question it Ed’s fingers tightened in the short strands of his fine hair, pulling hard and making him gasp.
“Slow down.” The teen commanded again, stretching over the gap between them to lean slightly against Roy’s shoulder. He tried to nod in affirmation, his foot already easing off the gas, but the tight grasp Ed had on his hair prevented it. “You promise you’re not going to kill me?” Once again Roy found the movement of his head restricted. His eyes widened only marginally at the rough purr of Edward’s voice, though he desperately wished he could look at the blonde.
“You’re not getting away from me that easily, Fullmetal.” Roy shot back, smirking. The smirk was short lived, his face growing serious with concentration. He heard the snap of Ed’s seat belt unbuckling then the whir as it reeled back. That was all the warning he got, Ed’s hand in his hair guiding his head ever so slightly to the side and he was quite impressed when the car only veered marginally. Then hot lips were on the pale column of his throat and it was all he could do not to let his eyes flutter closed.
Maybe slowing down wasn’t such a bad idea.
“Ed?” Roy’s voice caught in his throat and he wondered where he’d gone wrong in his calculations. Had he been so very distracted by the car that he hadn’t noticed the tension leave the teen? A low hum from below his ear was the only response he got. He jerked the car into another hard turn, using his right hand as little as possible so as not to jostle the blonde from where he was, draped over Roy’s side.
A gasp and the hand in his hair tightened convulsively, teeth clamping down on the flesh of his throat and a low whine vibrating against his neck. He clenched the wheel tighter, gritting his teeth and fighting his own reactions to the rough handling. So, the teen was still scared shitless, just trying to distract himself from that fact. Roy couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. Even if Ed was terrified at least he wasn’t the only one who thought the car was sexy.
Cool metal fingers came up to replace the heat of Ed’s mouth, trailing lightly over the burning welts his teeth had made and making the colonel suck in a breath through his teeth. Then the blonde was reaching over, unbuttoning his jacket as well as the dress shirt beneath it. Somewhere the sane part of his mind, the same part that had told him not to touch the damned car, was screaming that this was a very bad idea. Even with the rush of the wind, the purr of the engine, and Ed’s mouth now sucking lightly on his collarbone, he had to agree.
Ed tapped insistently on his arm and it took a moment for him to understand what the blonde wanted. Firming his grip with the left hand he lifted his right arm. Ed dove at the opportunity, his flesh fingers gripping the back of the seat hard so that he wasn’t leaning on Roy, metal hand supporting himself against the door and his mouth free to rove the colonel’s exposed chest. Roy’s eyes widened slightly, right hand quickly returning to the steering wheel, excitement and his own little trickle of fear thrilling through him. Warm lips and hot tongue gave way to scrapes of teeth and Roy groaned lowly.
This could get dangerous very, very quickly. It was a good thing he had much better control than the blonde.
What he failed to take into consideration was the fact that Edward knew exactly how to break his hard won control. He let his foot off the gas completely, fighting to keep his eyes focused. Roy bit down on his lip, the sharp pain helping to clear his head a little, though he quickly lost the advantage when the teen began doing wicked things to his navel with teeth and tongue.
“I never thought I’d say it but, now may not be the best time for this, Edward.” Roy hissed through clenched teeth. It was absolutely preposterous considering some of their other excursions but, honestly, none of them had been quite this life threatening. The blonde turned his head, looking up along his body with a smirk reminiscent of the one the colonel had previously worn. Roy risked a glance downwards and had naught but a brief moment to wondering just when the teen had begun stealing his expressions before he spoke.
“Shut up and drive,” Edward snarled, gold eyes sparking mischievously. As entrancing as the sight was, the words reminded Roy that they were still hurtling along the forlorn landscape at a dangerous speed. Though they were few and far between, there were trees and boulders that threatened to prematurely end their fun, not to mention their lives.
He found that he couldn’t quite keep his eyes ahead of him, though, with Edward yanking clumsily at his belt with his teeth. The blonde shifted, muttering curses then wedged his shoulder flat against the seat, bracing his auto mail hand on the floor. It must’ve been uncomfortable but Edward was determined and the new position gave him the use of his left hand. Roy cursed himself for making it easier for the blonde to torment him but slid his hand down the side of the seat and flicking the lever that let the seat slide back.
Ed hummed happily, bringing his flesh hand up to palm Roy’s crotch, making the colonel moan in appreciation. With deft fingers Ed unfastened the button then the zip of Roy’s pants. Gloved hands clutched the steering wheel hard enough that he was certain his knuckles were as white as the gloves he wore.
Even knowing what was coming, steeling himself for the inevitable, he could not stop his reactions. So when those agile fingers freed his erection from the confines of his pants and, with all the impatience that made Edward Elric who he was, the wet heat of Ed’s mouth engulfed him his head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. One hand fell from the steering wheel, threading tightly into the frazzled mess of Ed’s hair and he cursed through clenched teeth.
If the urge to writhe happened to make him tap the gas he could hardly be blamed if the roar of the engine surging back to life made his cock twitch against Ed’s tongue.
“Fuck!” Roy gasped, forcing his head up. The hand in Ed’s hair fisted hard enough to make the teen whimper ever so slightly, the sound vibrating down his length and making him grit his teeth. He glanced out to the side, cursing himself for not keeping track of where they were. The road was not far off and he was pretty certain, his driving habits aside, they’d be in deep shit if he stopped so close to public indecency.
“Oh hell.” He moaned when Ed backed off a little, tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock. He needed to stop the car somewhere they would not be noticed and he needed to do it soon.
The opportunity presented itself in the form of a tree some yards away, large and reaching, half-dead, leafless branches clawing at the sky. Roy sucked in a deep breath, steeling his nerve and pressing the gas, which only inspired Ed to work more fervently on him. His tense muscles twitched erratically against the shocks of pleasure but he forced his concentration through it, turning the car in a bee line for the tree.
“Ed.” He’d meant it as a command but what escaped him was a breathy moan and the teens answering groan made his eyes roll back, head lolling dangerously. “No-“ more to himself than Ed “Ed!” Now the determination came through his voice. He should’ve thought this through better. Flooring it to get away from the road was all well and good but with the teen so thoroughly occupying his lap shifting from gas to brake was nigh impossible. Which meant Ed needed to move. Roy swallowed thickly, panic starting to override even the pleasure of that talented mouth.
“Edward!” He snapped, voice demanding and he sincerely hoped the note of panic was only audible to his own ears. The hand that been drawn to the back of the blonde’s head, seemingly by magnetic force, spasmed, clutching harder still and to his horror it was only the pain of losing a few strands of hair that finally made Ed back off. The second he lifted his head Roy moved, pressing the brakes as hard as he dared, wrenching the wheel to the side and wishing briefly he believed in the comfort of praying to gods. Even so now might not be a bad time to start.
The renowned luck of the Fullmetal Alchemist seemed to be on their side. The car did not flip over and, though he was certain his side had been air born for the last of it, it skidded to halt before the tree. That wasn’t to say Edward had any hope of opening his door, but hell that’s what a convertible was for right?
Ed was back to looking terrified, the momentum having torn him from his place in Roy’s lap and slammed him against the door. If he hadn’t have been halfway on the floor to start with it was probable he’d have been thrown from the car.
They stared at each other for a long moment, eyes wide, breath coming in harsh pants. Well, they were alive. Roy laughed. He laughed harder than he had in a long time. He could worry about scolding Ed for being even more reckless than himself later but right now they were alive and the knowledge made him giddy. Ed seemed less thrilled about the fact, or maybe he just thought Roy was laughing at him. Either way the blonde lunged across the car at him, fisting his hands in the open material of his shirt and, kneeling on the seat beside him kissed the breath out of him.
The kiss was hard and desperate and Roy groaned when Edward pushed him back against the seat, teeth nipping sharply at his lip. Ed broke the kiss just as suddenly as it had started, breathing still fast and shallow and when the teen buried his face against Roy’s neck he realized the smaller man was trembling faintly.
“You stupid suicidal bastard. “ Ed berated him, voice as unsteady as his hands and Roy immediately felt guilt wash over him. He’d unwittingly started the game, discovered a way to strike fear into the heart of the unshakable. His own exhilaration had silenced the nagging voice that now reminded him that Ed would do everything in his power to prove himself against that fear. Even if it meant something as foolish and potentially fatal as blowing him while he was already tempting fate.
“Edward, I-“ The words caught in his throat when Ed lifted his head, attempting to glare at him but his eyes were still too wide, too bright.
“Fuck off, Mustang.” Ed snarled, descending upon him again. The kiss was not as desperate as the last but no less intense and it was all Roy could do to match that fervor. One hand left his shoulders, metal clicking against metal as the auto mail fingers fumbled with his own belt. It was only then that Roy realized he was still clutching the steering wheel like a lifeline. He released it, moving his hands to still Edward’s trembling.
Roy made quick work of the teen’s belt and the zip of his pants. The blonde pulled away, falling back onto the seat and flailing slightly as he stripped the supple leather off his legs, boots flying off in his haste, one bouncing off the tree and thudding to the dirt beside the car. Roy lifted his hips as he watched Ed, pushing his pants down to his thighs and wondering if he shouldn’t get out to take them off and maybe tell Ed that the back seat would be more comfortable. It was no more than a fleeting thought, there was no time to act on it because the blonde was kissing him again.
Edward was determined and nothing stopped an Elric on a mission.
Roy’s hands gravitated toward their rightful place on Ed’s waist, gloved fingers ghosting over the teen’s sides and finally ridding him of the black sleeveless top he wore. The blonde let himself be pulled closer, draping himself over Roy, pressing him back into the seat. Roy groaned when those lips left his own skating along his jaw to nip at his ear, the blonde’s hot breath in his ear making him shiver. He ran his hands up Ed’s chest, the material of his gloves rough against the teen’s skin. He quickly dismissed the idea of pulling away, stopping his touches long enough to remove the gloves when Ed groaned into his neck.
He let his head loll back when the blonde moved down to suck at his collar bone. Roy gasped in surprise when he teen wrapped his flesh hand around his cock, stroking quickly. Roy moaned, trying to recall when Ed had retrieved the lube he kept in the interior pocket of his military jacket for just such spontaneous occasions. Two, three quick strokes and Ed’s hand left him with a light squeeze.
“Ed!” He groaned but the protest fell from his lips when the blonde awkwardly swung his leg over, wedging his knee onto the edge of the seat, thigh pressed against the door so he could straddle the colonel’s lap. Roy fleetingly wondered just how the hell Ed thought this could work before he was reminded of all the benefits of the blonde’s slight build and the power contained therein. Ed grabbed the back of the seat, shimmying himself forward a bit.
“Roy…” It wasn’t a question or a request but it was all Roy needed. He reached one arm around, taking hold of himself and sliding the head of his cock against Ed’s body, lining himself up. Then Ed was pressing down on him in one smooth fast motion, breath hissing out of the blonde. It must have been terribly uncomfortable but Ed moaned as he settled against Roy.
The bottom of the steering wheel pressed awkwardly at Ed’s lower back, forcing him to arch his back away from Roy. It shoved his hips forward and made all the muscles in his lower body tense as he supported himself. Roy moaned, dark eyes scoring a line of heat up Edward’s body, taking in the taut lines of muscle beneath gilded flesh. His head was thrown back, top of the steering wheel pressed against his shoulders, balancing him. The tattered remnants of his braid spilled over the gear shift in a contrasting gleam of gold and silver.
Mismatched hands raised over his head and Ed reached back, clutching the top edge of the windshield. He lifted his head, gold eyes gleaming with wicked determination, and used the leverage afforded by his grasp to push.
Roy gasped as the teen ground himself down against him. Ed arched again, lifting his hips then slamming back down. Gloved hands slid back to his hips, holding him, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath his fingers but letting him set the pace and Ed set a punishing one at that. Roy shifted, slouching down in the seat a little more and the next thrust had Edward crying out, body tightening around Roy.
“Fuck!” Edward ground out between clenched teeth, head falling forward, eyes half-lidded and bright with desire. That look alone fanned the fires of his own lust, making his breathing hitch painfully and his grip spasm on narrow hips. Every movement of the blonde’s body, coiled tight with the effort and the residual tension of fear, made pleasure dance over Roy like the familiar lick of flames, and burning just as hot.
Ed moved over him fast and hard, muscles already trembling from the exertion. He wouldn’t be able to hold on like that for long and they both knew it. Roy’s hands gripped his hips tighter, moving up to meet the blonde’s movements as much as he was able.
One gloved hand reluctantly relinquished its grip on Ed’s hips, pale cloth contrasting sharply with the sun-kissed flesh of his chest as Roy reached up towards Ed’s face. The blonde growled, turning his head to nip at Roy’s fingers before the man had a chance to touch his face. His teeth dragged over the knuckles of his hand, catching on the tips of the glove. Roy moaned and obediently lowered his hand, the glove sliding off with ease, dangling from Ed’s teeth.
“Touch me.” The teen growled demandingly through clenched teeth, lifting his hips insistently and holding himself there, hovering with just the tip of Roy’s cock inside him. Roy moaned, his own hips twitching desperately but he obeyed. His fingers trailed slowly over Ed’s chest, after the shield of his gloves the feel of the teen’s skin beneath his fingers was electric. When he obliged the unspoken requirement of the command, wrapping his hand around the blonde’s erection, they both moaned at the contact.
Ed fell back, crashing his hips down against him in fast, erratic movements. The teen’s breath hissed through his teeth, sharp half strangled cries of pleasure catching in his throat with every exhalation. Roy found himself once again trying to force his gaze to focus, to clear his head, but now only so that he could revel in the sight of Edward’s body arching above him in a hard line of etched gold. He gripped Edward’s cock tighter, barely moving his hand as the blonde’s movements thrust him up into the tunnel of his fist then back down onto his cock, increasing the volume of those cries with every stroke.
Then Edward gave a hoarse shout, head snapping back as he came, lifting his hips and spilling himself over Roy’s chest as well as his own. Roy’s breath caught at the sight of him, both hands returning to his hips to slam up into that impossibly tight heat. Each stroke making the blonde twitch, all but writhing on his lap and then he was coming; Edward’s name a growl in his throat and his hands a bruising force on the teen’s hips. His orgasm burning through him with such force that flowers of darkness bloomed over his vision.
They stayed that way for a long moment. Panting hard, sweat making their hair cling damply to their faces and still shuddering with the aftershocks of their orgasms.
Ed let his head fall forward, blinking lazily down at Roy. “When I can move again…” He grumbled, pushing himself off of Roy’s lap. “I’m driving us back.”
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Word count: 4760
Rating: NC-17
Summary: For the FMA Kink Meme: Someone requested
"Ed is turned on by Roy's car/Roy's driving of the car and decides he wants to have sex with Roy. RIGHT THAT SECOND. "
“Do you even know how to drive?” Ed had asked, smirk firmly in place, leaning casually against the car as if it wasn’t the most beautiful machine in existence. Roy had merely smirked at his sometimes lover, a slow and predatory curl of his lips.
“If anyone asks you drove.” He said as his only response, opening the gleaming black door of the convertible and sliding in. Edward didn’t need to know that, technically, he was not allowed behind the wheel of a military issue vehicle. Let the teen think he chose to let Havoc drive him because he was an egocentric prick and it made him feel important. He need never know about the incident that had caused them to revoke his access to military vehicles.
That same predatory smile crawled over his features the moment they made it outside the city limits. Ed gave him a wary look through the tangle of his bangs and it only made him grin wider. It had been years since he’d felt the wind rush through his hair, the purr of the engine of a fine machine, the hum of the road zipping along beneath him.
“Uh… Roy?” Ed asked hesitantly, eyes glancing from his face down to the control panel, shifting to get a look at the speedometer. Dark eyes flicked away from the stretch of road before them, empty desolate land stretching out on either side of them. It was not yet the soft desert sands, those would not come for miles yet, no this was dry, hard, sun-baked earth, flecked with scraggly trees and high-rising rock formations. It was open air and with this, he gripped the steering wheel tighter, they could fly.
“Shouldn’t you slow down?” Ed’s voice was uncharacteristically small and Roy laughed, the unexpected sound captured by the wind. He turned his head, smirking over at Ed who was already gripping the door handle tight. Gold eyes glared back at him, determined not to show any hint of fear or unease. One gloved hand reached across the car to grab Edward’s seat belt, tugging it tighter as his smirk grew into something resembling a smile, a grin even but with the dangerous spark in his eyes one would hesitate to call it such. “Roy?” Ed winced when his voice cracked slightly but the colonel turned that fanatical smile back to the road, foot steadily pressing down.
Ed let out a squeak that was more reminiscent of his brother, followed by a low growl, angry with himself for the noise.
“Let’s see what she can do.” Roy’s words were quiet under the rush of the wind and the roar of the engine, flicking his gaze over to Ed for a brief moment. The teen’s eyes were wide in horror, watching the road in front of them disappear with alarming speed. He let off the gas, allowing the car to slow marginally before he angled the wheel to the left. They crossed over the other lane, thundering off the road and into the open expanse dry dead earth.
“What the hell are you doing, you psychopath!?” Edward bellowed, slamming his hands against the dashboard and pushing himself back into the seat as if holding on would help should anything happen. Roy simply smirked again, leaning back in the seat, right hand clutching the top of the wheel while he let the left one hang over the door. They sped away from the road, dust billowing behind them from the dry earth.
“Mustang, you’re insane!” Ed shouted again, looking desperately over his shoulder back towards the road.
“What you want to go back on the road?” Roy smirked again, eyes narrowing in determination. He wrenched the wheel to the side, smirk widening to reveal teeth when the back of the car spun hard, sending dirt and gravel skittering away from them. Even as he fought the pull of the wheels when the car tried to fish tail, he was gauging its reaction time. The second they were headed back towards the road he slammed his foot down, a thrill running through him when the engine roared, propelling them to even greater speeds. Edward squawked, clutching to the passenger side door almost hard enough to dent the metal with his auto mail.
Another sharp turn and the screech of brakes and the car slid back onto the road, jerking to a halt back within the lines it belonged. The car rocked slightly as it stopped, which brought another horrified sound from the teen beside him. His ears rang with the quiet after the roar of wind and machine. Roy turned to look calmly over at Ed, who was still clutching the door like a frightened kitten, hair mussed and windblown.
“We’re back on the road.” He said simply, as if that would calm the teen.
“YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME!” Edward raged, releasing the door in favor of fisting his hands in Roy’s uniform jacket. The blonde glared at him, face flushed and breaths coming too fast. “No fucking wonder they don’t let you drive!” There was a strange mix of awe, disbelief, and laughter in his voice. The laughter won out. He fell back against the seat, grinning and cracking up at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Then Roy hit the gas again.
Tires squealed on the pavement, the burn of rubber filled the air, and the car surged forward at a breakneck speed. This time, though the fearful tension was still there, Ed was grinning like a lunatic and no longer threatening the door. Roy was tempted to indulge in a little maniacal grinning of his own but wouldn’t want to scare the poor boy more than he already was.
Adrenaline pounded through him, quickening his heart rate and making him giddy with the exhilarating rush of it. This absolute freedom was a sensation he had been deprived of for far too long. He glanced back over to Ed and his taut muscles, wide eyes, fear rolling off of the teen. It was a rare thing to see the Fullmetal Alchemist afraid of anything. A thrill rushed through him, knowing that he was one of the few that could provoke such a response from the boy.
Ed put on a good show though, fighting to ignore the terror clawing at him and just enjoy the adrenaline rush. It was almost funny to watch the emotions flicker back and forth in his eyes, smile genuine one moment and little more than gritted teeth the next. The teen’s grin faltered, though, when Roy began weaving the car from one side of the road to the other in a tight zig-zag.
“You sure we can’t go off the road?” He teased, edging the tires close enough to dip ever so slightly at each pass. Ed paled slightly, closed his eyes for what must have been a nauseating moment, then opened them resolutely.
“Do it.” He ground out, a fierce determined light in his golden eyes. Roy smirked over at him, arching an eyebrow though the effect was somewhat lessened with his gaze shifting between Ed and the road.
“I’m not going to kill you, Fullmetal.” The blonde snorted in response. “Your death would be in no way beneficial to me, now would it?” Left hand on the steering wheel and now the right one sliding over a leather clad thigh. Edward gasped, turning to gawk at him but then both hands were on the wheel and the car was turning, nearly ninety degrees. Ed grabbed the dashboard again, a strangled sound catching in his throat, and Roy chuckled darkly.
He raced the car across the open expanse of dirt, pressing the pedal down until the arrow of the speedometer fluttered like a wild, living thing against the bottom of the control panel. The entire car vibrated with the forceful purr of the engine and Roy mused that it might just be the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Almost, he amended, gaze flicking to Edward again for a moment. The teen’s cries of pleasure, which he had never been able to restrain, outranked the car, though not by much.
The brief idea of quieting Edward’s fears enough to get the teen to let him do something that would let him hear both was so enticing. Another glance at the blonde, hands resting casually in his lap, tension wound tightly through his body but hands forced into a loose position. He doubted even he could get Ed to go for it.
He turned his attention back to the world rushing past them, dark eyes flicking up to the mirror to see just how far they were from the road. Far enough for it to be little more than a shining ribbon of dark asphalt in the distance. Edward suddenly turned, slinging his arm over the back of the bench seat and looking hard over his shoulder. Golden hair flew wildly around him, wrenching itself free of the braid.
“What, afraid we’re gonna get lost?” He smirked, turning sharply and starting a haphazard dance of tight circles and weaving turns. The teen turned bright eyes on him, looking queasy for a moment before his gaze focused on Roy again.
“Slow down.” Ed said, voice full of false bravado. Roy glanced at him, cocked his head slightly, and proceeded to ignore the blonde. He pulled the car into a tight turn, nearly doing a one-eighty. As soon as the car had righted itself, pulling into a straight line he felt warm fingertips at the base of his skull. Before he had time to question it Ed’s fingers tightened in the short strands of his fine hair, pulling hard and making him gasp.
“Slow down.” The teen commanded again, stretching over the gap between them to lean slightly against Roy’s shoulder. He tried to nod in affirmation, his foot already easing off the gas, but the tight grasp Ed had on his hair prevented it. “You promise you’re not going to kill me?” Once again Roy found the movement of his head restricted. His eyes widened only marginally at the rough purr of Edward’s voice, though he desperately wished he could look at the blonde.
“You’re not getting away from me that easily, Fullmetal.” Roy shot back, smirking. The smirk was short lived, his face growing serious with concentration. He heard the snap of Ed’s seat belt unbuckling then the whir as it reeled back. That was all the warning he got, Ed’s hand in his hair guiding his head ever so slightly to the side and he was quite impressed when the car only veered marginally. Then hot lips were on the pale column of his throat and it was all he could do not to let his eyes flutter closed.
Maybe slowing down wasn’t such a bad idea.
“Ed?” Roy’s voice caught in his throat and he wondered where he’d gone wrong in his calculations. Had he been so very distracted by the car that he hadn’t noticed the tension leave the teen? A low hum from below his ear was the only response he got. He jerked the car into another hard turn, using his right hand as little as possible so as not to jostle the blonde from where he was, draped over Roy’s side.
A gasp and the hand in his hair tightened convulsively, teeth clamping down on the flesh of his throat and a low whine vibrating against his neck. He clenched the wheel tighter, gritting his teeth and fighting his own reactions to the rough handling. So, the teen was still scared shitless, just trying to distract himself from that fact. Roy couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. Even if Ed was terrified at least he wasn’t the only one who thought the car was sexy.
Cool metal fingers came up to replace the heat of Ed’s mouth, trailing lightly over the burning welts his teeth had made and making the colonel suck in a breath through his teeth. Then the blonde was reaching over, unbuttoning his jacket as well as the dress shirt beneath it. Somewhere the sane part of his mind, the same part that had told him not to touch the damned car, was screaming that this was a very bad idea. Even with the rush of the wind, the purr of the engine, and Ed’s mouth now sucking lightly on his collarbone, he had to agree.
Ed tapped insistently on his arm and it took a moment for him to understand what the blonde wanted. Firming his grip with the left hand he lifted his right arm. Ed dove at the opportunity, his flesh fingers gripping the back of the seat hard so that he wasn’t leaning on Roy, metal hand supporting himself against the door and his mouth free to rove the colonel’s exposed chest. Roy’s eyes widened slightly, right hand quickly returning to the steering wheel, excitement and his own little trickle of fear thrilling through him. Warm lips and hot tongue gave way to scrapes of teeth and Roy groaned lowly.
This could get dangerous very, very quickly. It was a good thing he had much better control than the blonde.
What he failed to take into consideration was the fact that Edward knew exactly how to break his hard won control. He let his foot off the gas completely, fighting to keep his eyes focused. Roy bit down on his lip, the sharp pain helping to clear his head a little, though he quickly lost the advantage when the teen began doing wicked things to his navel with teeth and tongue.
“I never thought I’d say it but, now may not be the best time for this, Edward.” Roy hissed through clenched teeth. It was absolutely preposterous considering some of their other excursions but, honestly, none of them had been quite this life threatening. The blonde turned his head, looking up along his body with a smirk reminiscent of the one the colonel had previously worn. Roy risked a glance downwards and had naught but a brief moment to wondering just when the teen had begun stealing his expressions before he spoke.
“Shut up and drive,” Edward snarled, gold eyes sparking mischievously. As entrancing as the sight was, the words reminded Roy that they were still hurtling along the forlorn landscape at a dangerous speed. Though they were few and far between, there were trees and boulders that threatened to prematurely end their fun, not to mention their lives.
He found that he couldn’t quite keep his eyes ahead of him, though, with Edward yanking clumsily at his belt with his teeth. The blonde shifted, muttering curses then wedged his shoulder flat against the seat, bracing his auto mail hand on the floor. It must’ve been uncomfortable but Edward was determined and the new position gave him the use of his left hand. Roy cursed himself for making it easier for the blonde to torment him but slid his hand down the side of the seat and flicking the lever that let the seat slide back.
Ed hummed happily, bringing his flesh hand up to palm Roy’s crotch, making the colonel moan in appreciation. With deft fingers Ed unfastened the button then the zip of Roy’s pants. Gloved hands clutched the steering wheel hard enough that he was certain his knuckles were as white as the gloves he wore.
Even knowing what was coming, steeling himself for the inevitable, he could not stop his reactions. So when those agile fingers freed his erection from the confines of his pants and, with all the impatience that made Edward Elric who he was, the wet heat of Ed’s mouth engulfed him his head fell back, eyes fluttering closed. One hand fell from the steering wheel, threading tightly into the frazzled mess of Ed’s hair and he cursed through clenched teeth.
If the urge to writhe happened to make him tap the gas he could hardly be blamed if the roar of the engine surging back to life made his cock twitch against Ed’s tongue.
“Fuck!” Roy gasped, forcing his head up. The hand in Ed’s hair fisted hard enough to make the teen whimper ever so slightly, the sound vibrating down his length and making him grit his teeth. He glanced out to the side, cursing himself for not keeping track of where they were. The road was not far off and he was pretty certain, his driving habits aside, they’d be in deep shit if he stopped so close to public indecency.
“Oh hell.” He moaned when Ed backed off a little, tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock. He needed to stop the car somewhere they would not be noticed and he needed to do it soon.
The opportunity presented itself in the form of a tree some yards away, large and reaching, half-dead, leafless branches clawing at the sky. Roy sucked in a deep breath, steeling his nerve and pressing the gas, which only inspired Ed to work more fervently on him. His tense muscles twitched erratically against the shocks of pleasure but he forced his concentration through it, turning the car in a bee line for the tree.
“Ed.” He’d meant it as a command but what escaped him was a breathy moan and the teens answering groan made his eyes roll back, head lolling dangerously. “No-“ more to himself than Ed “Ed!” Now the determination came through his voice. He should’ve thought this through better. Flooring it to get away from the road was all well and good but with the teen so thoroughly occupying his lap shifting from gas to brake was nigh impossible. Which meant Ed needed to move. Roy swallowed thickly, panic starting to override even the pleasure of that talented mouth.
“Edward!” He snapped, voice demanding and he sincerely hoped the note of panic was only audible to his own ears. The hand that been drawn to the back of the blonde’s head, seemingly by magnetic force, spasmed, clutching harder still and to his horror it was only the pain of losing a few strands of hair that finally made Ed back off. The second he lifted his head Roy moved, pressing the brakes as hard as he dared, wrenching the wheel to the side and wishing briefly he believed in the comfort of praying to gods. Even so now might not be a bad time to start.
The renowned luck of the Fullmetal Alchemist seemed to be on their side. The car did not flip over and, though he was certain his side had been air born for the last of it, it skidded to halt before the tree. That wasn’t to say Edward had any hope of opening his door, but hell that’s what a convertible was for right?
Ed was back to looking terrified, the momentum having torn him from his place in Roy’s lap and slammed him against the door. If he hadn’t have been halfway on the floor to start with it was probable he’d have been thrown from the car.
They stared at each other for a long moment, eyes wide, breath coming in harsh pants. Well, they were alive. Roy laughed. He laughed harder than he had in a long time. He could worry about scolding Ed for being even more reckless than himself later but right now they were alive and the knowledge made him giddy. Ed seemed less thrilled about the fact, or maybe he just thought Roy was laughing at him. Either way the blonde lunged across the car at him, fisting his hands in the open material of his shirt and, kneeling on the seat beside him kissed the breath out of him.
The kiss was hard and desperate and Roy groaned when Edward pushed him back against the seat, teeth nipping sharply at his lip. Ed broke the kiss just as suddenly as it had started, breathing still fast and shallow and when the teen buried his face against Roy’s neck he realized the smaller man was trembling faintly.
“You stupid suicidal bastard. “ Ed berated him, voice as unsteady as his hands and Roy immediately felt guilt wash over him. He’d unwittingly started the game, discovered a way to strike fear into the heart of the unshakable. His own exhilaration had silenced the nagging voice that now reminded him that Ed would do everything in his power to prove himself against that fear. Even if it meant something as foolish and potentially fatal as blowing him while he was already tempting fate.
“Edward, I-“ The words caught in his throat when Ed lifted his head, attempting to glare at him but his eyes were still too wide, too bright.
“Fuck off, Mustang.” Ed snarled, descending upon him again. The kiss was not as desperate as the last but no less intense and it was all Roy could do to match that fervor. One hand left his shoulders, metal clicking against metal as the auto mail fingers fumbled with his own belt. It was only then that Roy realized he was still clutching the steering wheel like a lifeline. He released it, moving his hands to still Edward’s trembling.
Roy made quick work of the teen’s belt and the zip of his pants. The blonde pulled away, falling back onto the seat and flailing slightly as he stripped the supple leather off his legs, boots flying off in his haste, one bouncing off the tree and thudding to the dirt beside the car. Roy lifted his hips as he watched Ed, pushing his pants down to his thighs and wondering if he shouldn’t get out to take them off and maybe tell Ed that the back seat would be more comfortable. It was no more than a fleeting thought, there was no time to act on it because the blonde was kissing him again.
Edward was determined and nothing stopped an Elric on a mission.
Roy’s hands gravitated toward their rightful place on Ed’s waist, gloved fingers ghosting over the teen’s sides and finally ridding him of the black sleeveless top he wore. The blonde let himself be pulled closer, draping himself over Roy, pressing him back into the seat. Roy groaned when those lips left his own skating along his jaw to nip at his ear, the blonde’s hot breath in his ear making him shiver. He ran his hands up Ed’s chest, the material of his gloves rough against the teen’s skin. He quickly dismissed the idea of pulling away, stopping his touches long enough to remove the gloves when Ed groaned into his neck.
He let his head loll back when the blonde moved down to suck at his collar bone. Roy gasped in surprise when he teen wrapped his flesh hand around his cock, stroking quickly. Roy moaned, trying to recall when Ed had retrieved the lube he kept in the interior pocket of his military jacket for just such spontaneous occasions. Two, three quick strokes and Ed’s hand left him with a light squeeze.
“Ed!” He groaned but the protest fell from his lips when the blonde awkwardly swung his leg over, wedging his knee onto the edge of the seat, thigh pressed against the door so he could straddle the colonel’s lap. Roy fleetingly wondered just how the hell Ed thought this could work before he was reminded of all the benefits of the blonde’s slight build and the power contained therein. Ed grabbed the back of the seat, shimmying himself forward a bit.
“Roy…” It wasn’t a question or a request but it was all Roy needed. He reached one arm around, taking hold of himself and sliding the head of his cock against Ed’s body, lining himself up. Then Ed was pressing down on him in one smooth fast motion, breath hissing out of the blonde. It must have been terribly uncomfortable but Ed moaned as he settled against Roy.
The bottom of the steering wheel pressed awkwardly at Ed’s lower back, forcing him to arch his back away from Roy. It shoved his hips forward and made all the muscles in his lower body tense as he supported himself. Roy moaned, dark eyes scoring a line of heat up Edward’s body, taking in the taut lines of muscle beneath gilded flesh. His head was thrown back, top of the steering wheel pressed against his shoulders, balancing him. The tattered remnants of his braid spilled over the gear shift in a contrasting gleam of gold and silver.
Mismatched hands raised over his head and Ed reached back, clutching the top edge of the windshield. He lifted his head, gold eyes gleaming with wicked determination, and used the leverage afforded by his grasp to push.
Roy gasped as the teen ground himself down against him. Ed arched again, lifting his hips then slamming back down. Gloved hands slid back to his hips, holding him, feeling the flex of his muscles beneath his fingers but letting him set the pace and Ed set a punishing one at that. Roy shifted, slouching down in the seat a little more and the next thrust had Edward crying out, body tightening around Roy.
“Fuck!” Edward ground out between clenched teeth, head falling forward, eyes half-lidded and bright with desire. That look alone fanned the fires of his own lust, making his breathing hitch painfully and his grip spasm on narrow hips. Every movement of the blonde’s body, coiled tight with the effort and the residual tension of fear, made pleasure dance over Roy like the familiar lick of flames, and burning just as hot.
Ed moved over him fast and hard, muscles already trembling from the exertion. He wouldn’t be able to hold on like that for long and they both knew it. Roy’s hands gripped his hips tighter, moving up to meet the blonde’s movements as much as he was able.
One gloved hand reluctantly relinquished its grip on Ed’s hips, pale cloth contrasting sharply with the sun-kissed flesh of his chest as Roy reached up towards Ed’s face. The blonde growled, turning his head to nip at Roy’s fingers before the man had a chance to touch his face. His teeth dragged over the knuckles of his hand, catching on the tips of the glove. Roy moaned and obediently lowered his hand, the glove sliding off with ease, dangling from Ed’s teeth.
“Touch me.” The teen growled demandingly through clenched teeth, lifting his hips insistently and holding himself there, hovering with just the tip of Roy’s cock inside him. Roy moaned, his own hips twitching desperately but he obeyed. His fingers trailed slowly over Ed’s chest, after the shield of his gloves the feel of the teen’s skin beneath his fingers was electric. When he obliged the unspoken requirement of the command, wrapping his hand around the blonde’s erection, they both moaned at the contact.
Ed fell back, crashing his hips down against him in fast, erratic movements. The teen’s breath hissed through his teeth, sharp half strangled cries of pleasure catching in his throat with every exhalation. Roy found himself once again trying to force his gaze to focus, to clear his head, but now only so that he could revel in the sight of Edward’s body arching above him in a hard line of etched gold. He gripped Edward’s cock tighter, barely moving his hand as the blonde’s movements thrust him up into the tunnel of his fist then back down onto his cock, increasing the volume of those cries with every stroke.
Then Edward gave a hoarse shout, head snapping back as he came, lifting his hips and spilling himself over Roy’s chest as well as his own. Roy’s breath caught at the sight of him, both hands returning to his hips to slam up into that impossibly tight heat. Each stroke making the blonde twitch, all but writhing on his lap and then he was coming; Edward’s name a growl in his throat and his hands a bruising force on the teen’s hips. His orgasm burning through him with such force that flowers of darkness bloomed over his vision.
They stayed that way for a long moment. Panting hard, sweat making their hair cling damply to their faces and still shuddering with the aftershocks of their orgasms.
Ed let his head fall forward, blinking lazily down at Roy. “When I can move again…” He grumbled, pushing himself off of Roy’s lap. “I’m driving us back.”