porn anyone?
So this is a culmination of too many things that I need to write and my brain just decided to smack me upside the head with a bizarre way to mash it all together. I am Royed out... too much stuff with too much Roy. I also needed something a little more light-hearted than what I had been doing. So here is the start of some smut.
Title:What Would You Do... for a Klondike Bar
Pairing: Russell/Ed
Word count: 1553
Rating: This part is just R but the next bit will be NC-17
Summary: Okay this was written in less than an hour... forgive any typos.
He’d known he shouldn’t have indulged the older teen but once Ed had opened that big mouth of his he just couldn’t deny his own craving. Valiantly as he’d tried to resist, if only for the sake of making Ed do it himself, he now found himself being ambushed in the doorway of the small apartment he shared with the Elric brothers.
“If you were really so impatient for it, Edward, you should’ve gone yourself.” Russell snapped pushing the shorter teen away as he made a beeline for the kitchen.
“But I knew if I whined long enough you’d do it for me so why should I have had to go out in this heat?” Ed said grinning as he trailed after the other. Russell sighed exasperatedly, reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Even with his eyes closed he had no trouble estimating exactly where and when he needed to slap Edward’s hand out of the way. There was a quiet noise of discontent from behind him as the offending hand was retracted.
“Yes but that means it is mine and I have no obligation to share with you.” He retorted, reaching into the paper bag and retrieving the sturdy cardboard container.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Edward growled, golden eyes narrowing at Russell’s back in a heated glare.
He turned around, peeling the lid off the cardboard carton and making a dismissive gesture at the other blonde, waving him in the direction of the silverware drawer. Ed, still glaring, complied, obediently retrieving two spoons. Russell merely smirked, shaking his head slightly but he set the carton down on the counter between them anyway. He waited, smirk widening, for the shorter teen to turn around and the explosion he knew would come. Three… two… on-bingo.
“VANILLA!?!” Edward shrieked, pointing at the offending carton with one spoon wielding hand. Russell couldn’t help it. He laughed and turned to offer Ed a smug grin. The blonde gaped at him for a moment before furrowing his brow furiously. “I can’t believe you got fucking vanilla!! It’s like… like… frozen milk. That’s disgusting!” Ed ranted, pulling a face.
Russell quirked an eyebrow, face settling back into his comfortable smirk as he turned, propping one hip against the counter. It was ridiculously hot and even the short walk back from the convenience store had melted the ice cream down so that it was dangerously soft now. He certainly didn’t want it to go to waste so -since Edward seemed determined to hold his spoon hostage, ransom for chocolate no doubt- Russell picked up the carton, dipping one finger into the softened ice cream and scooping some into his mouth.
It wasn’t an entirely successful attempt, the melted ice cream sliding down his hand, some of it pooling on his palm, the rest starting to drip a trail over his wrist. He ducked his head, catching up the drop that was easing its way toward his forearm and slowly following the sticky path over his wrist to his palm, gradually moving up to suck the finger into his mouth. Blue eyes flicked over to Edward who was frozen, still brandishing a spoon at him, gold eyes narrowed in a pathetic attempt at a glare. The expression did nothing to hide the heat that had sparked in his eyes.
The second finger full went marginally better than the first, though in his haste to get his finger into his mouth he did smear a large stripe across one cheek. Ed’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly and then, with a low growl the shorter teen was upon him. Spoons clattered to the floor as mismatched hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him down for a demanding kiss.
He gingerly set the ice cream back down on the counter before he turned his full attention on the man doing his best to kiss him senseless. Not that he was likely to be the one whose brain turned to mush first, not nearly. He raised his hands, one still sticky from the ice cream, to Ed’s shoulders, pushing the shorter teen back to slam him against the fridge with a thunderous rattle. Ed groaned into his mouth and that was all it took for Russell to turn the tables.
One hand slid up the back of Ed’s neck, tangling in the base of his braid and pulling his head back sharply. The shorter teen let out a soft cry at the rough treatment, teeth immediately setting hard into his lower lip and a soft growl issuing from him, angry with himself for being so vocal already. Russell merely smirked, trailing his lips down Ed’s throat. He hummed against the tanned flesh, tongue snaking out to lap at the other blonde’s pulse.
Ed whimpered, tensing and trying to pull away as soon as he heard the sound leave his own lips. Another cry escaped him when Russell’s teeth set against the skin, pressing down lightly. Ed squirmed, tugging against the hand in his hair. With a low growl Russell pressed down harder, satisfied when Ed melted against him. He bit down as hard as he dared, moaning at the flutter of the teen’s pulse against his tongue.
The hand in his hair was about the only thing keeping Ed from sliding down into a puddle on the floor as Russell worked his teeth over his throat, drawing up a deep purple bruise within the red welt from his teeth. Ed’s hands lowered, fisting into the sides of his shirt and spasming slightly against him, desperate for something to hold on to. Another sound, half growl half moan, escaped him as he tightened his grip on the shorter boy, drawing him up to his tiptoes and pressing their bodies flush against each other.
Even through the layers of their clothing, stifling in the summer heat, both moaned at the contact. Russell shifted his weight, sliding one leg between Ed’s to grind his thigh up against the other blonde’s crotch.
Ed moaned, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth when it connected forcibly with the door of the fridge. Russell relinquished his hold on the teen’s throat, the hand in his hair coming around to cradle his chin, forcing his head to the side so he could admire his handiwork. The flesh was flooded darkly with blood, bright red rings overlapping one another and fading into a lighter purple beyond them. The entire area was a raised welt and gave off an impressive heat all its own.
Russell hummed contentedly, dragging his tongue roughly over the sensitive spot before pulling back to blow a stream of cool air over it. Ed sucked a sharp breath in through clenched teeth, tensing beneath the other. Leather clad hips jerked against his thigh and the teen moaned again.
“Fuck!” he hissed through clenched teeth and Russell smirked at him, blue eyes dark with lust.
“That sounds like a marvelous idea.” Russell purred against long strands of gold silk that were quickly unraveling from their braid. Ed moaned again, finding the coherency to grab Russell’s hips and pull the taller teen hard against him. He allowed himself an appreciative moan before slowly, reluctantly extracting himself from Ed’s grip.
With a monumental display of self control Russell stepped back, putting a little distance between the two of them. Much as he wanted to he couldn’t throw Ed down and ravage him on the kitchen floor. Alphonse would not be appreciative when he got home from school. Besides it would ruin the surprise he had miraculously managed to distract Ed from.
They stood there, less than a foot of space between them, both fairly twitching with the effort of not reaching out. Russell took in a deep breath, took another step, and let it out slowly.
“I have to put this in the freezer.” He said, voice still rough from his ministrations on Ed’s throat. His tongue felt thick and the inside of his mouth was fuzzy with the effort of so much suction. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ed’s eyes fluttered, the faintest of moans escaping him at the texture of Russell’s voice. He slowly nodded, pushing away from the fridge and making his way out of the kitchen. Gold eyes never left him until he was around the corner, then Russell could hear the rustle of clothing as Ed began stripping before he’d even reached the bedroom.
Moving quickly now that Ed was no longer in groping distance Russell replaced the lid and put the ice cream into the freezer. He winced when he shut the door, noting the uneven angle the fridge now sat at. He made a mental note to reserve walls only for slamming Ed against, the last time they’d used a door it had gotten jammed.
Ice cream safely in the freezer he snatched the spoons up from the floor, tossing them in the sink and then moving on to the paper bag still on the counter. He reached in, retrieving the one thing that would’ve made the ice cream acceptable for Ed. He smirked, quite glad that Ed hadn’t realized he had it. It would be so much more fun on Edward than in him.
Tossing the bag into the trash he started after Ed, chocolate syrup in hand.
Title:What Would You Do... for a Klondike Bar
Pairing: Russell/Ed
Word count: 1553
Rating: This part is just R but the next bit will be NC-17
Summary: Okay this was written in less than an hour... forgive any typos.
He’d known he shouldn’t have indulged the older teen but once Ed had opened that big mouth of his he just couldn’t deny his own craving. Valiantly as he’d tried to resist, if only for the sake of making Ed do it himself, he now found himself being ambushed in the doorway of the small apartment he shared with the Elric brothers.
“If you were really so impatient for it, Edward, you should’ve gone yourself.” Russell snapped pushing the shorter teen away as he made a beeline for the kitchen.
“But I knew if I whined long enough you’d do it for me so why should I have had to go out in this heat?” Ed said grinning as he trailed after the other. Russell sighed exasperatedly, reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Even with his eyes closed he had no trouble estimating exactly where and when he needed to slap Edward’s hand out of the way. There was a quiet noise of discontent from behind him as the offending hand was retracted.
“Yes but that means it is mine and I have no obligation to share with you.” He retorted, reaching into the paper bag and retrieving the sturdy cardboard container.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Edward growled, golden eyes narrowing at Russell’s back in a heated glare.
He turned around, peeling the lid off the cardboard carton and making a dismissive gesture at the other blonde, waving him in the direction of the silverware drawer. Ed, still glaring, complied, obediently retrieving two spoons. Russell merely smirked, shaking his head slightly but he set the carton down on the counter between them anyway. He waited, smirk widening, for the shorter teen to turn around and the explosion he knew would come. Three… two… on-bingo.
“VANILLA!?!” Edward shrieked, pointing at the offending carton with one spoon wielding hand. Russell couldn’t help it. He laughed and turned to offer Ed a smug grin. The blonde gaped at him for a moment before furrowing his brow furiously. “I can’t believe you got fucking vanilla!! It’s like… like… frozen milk. That’s disgusting!” Ed ranted, pulling a face.
Russell quirked an eyebrow, face settling back into his comfortable smirk as he turned, propping one hip against the counter. It was ridiculously hot and even the short walk back from the convenience store had melted the ice cream down so that it was dangerously soft now. He certainly didn’t want it to go to waste so -since Edward seemed determined to hold his spoon hostage, ransom for chocolate no doubt- Russell picked up the carton, dipping one finger into the softened ice cream and scooping some into his mouth.
It wasn’t an entirely successful attempt, the melted ice cream sliding down his hand, some of it pooling on his palm, the rest starting to drip a trail over his wrist. He ducked his head, catching up the drop that was easing its way toward his forearm and slowly following the sticky path over his wrist to his palm, gradually moving up to suck the finger into his mouth. Blue eyes flicked over to Edward who was frozen, still brandishing a spoon at him, gold eyes narrowed in a pathetic attempt at a glare. The expression did nothing to hide the heat that had sparked in his eyes.
The second finger full went marginally better than the first, though in his haste to get his finger into his mouth he did smear a large stripe across one cheek. Ed’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly and then, with a low growl the shorter teen was upon him. Spoons clattered to the floor as mismatched hands grabbed the collar of his shirt, dragging him down for a demanding kiss.
He gingerly set the ice cream back down on the counter before he turned his full attention on the man doing his best to kiss him senseless. Not that he was likely to be the one whose brain turned to mush first, not nearly. He raised his hands, one still sticky from the ice cream, to Ed’s shoulders, pushing the shorter teen back to slam him against the fridge with a thunderous rattle. Ed groaned into his mouth and that was all it took for Russell to turn the tables.
One hand slid up the back of Ed’s neck, tangling in the base of his braid and pulling his head back sharply. The shorter teen let out a soft cry at the rough treatment, teeth immediately setting hard into his lower lip and a soft growl issuing from him, angry with himself for being so vocal already. Russell merely smirked, trailing his lips down Ed’s throat. He hummed against the tanned flesh, tongue snaking out to lap at the other blonde’s pulse.
Ed whimpered, tensing and trying to pull away as soon as he heard the sound leave his own lips. Another cry escaped him when Russell’s teeth set against the skin, pressing down lightly. Ed squirmed, tugging against the hand in his hair. With a low growl Russell pressed down harder, satisfied when Ed melted against him. He bit down as hard as he dared, moaning at the flutter of the teen’s pulse against his tongue.
The hand in his hair was about the only thing keeping Ed from sliding down into a puddle on the floor as Russell worked his teeth over his throat, drawing up a deep purple bruise within the red welt from his teeth. Ed’s hands lowered, fisting into the sides of his shirt and spasming slightly against him, desperate for something to hold on to. Another sound, half growl half moan, escaped him as he tightened his grip on the shorter boy, drawing him up to his tiptoes and pressing their bodies flush against each other.
Even through the layers of their clothing, stifling in the summer heat, both moaned at the contact. Russell shifted his weight, sliding one leg between Ed’s to grind his thigh up against the other blonde’s crotch.
Ed moaned, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth when it connected forcibly with the door of the fridge. Russell relinquished his hold on the teen’s throat, the hand in his hair coming around to cradle his chin, forcing his head to the side so he could admire his handiwork. The flesh was flooded darkly with blood, bright red rings overlapping one another and fading into a lighter purple beyond them. The entire area was a raised welt and gave off an impressive heat all its own.
Russell hummed contentedly, dragging his tongue roughly over the sensitive spot before pulling back to blow a stream of cool air over it. Ed sucked a sharp breath in through clenched teeth, tensing beneath the other. Leather clad hips jerked against his thigh and the teen moaned again.
“Fuck!” he hissed through clenched teeth and Russell smirked at him, blue eyes dark with lust.
“That sounds like a marvelous idea.” Russell purred against long strands of gold silk that were quickly unraveling from their braid. Ed moaned again, finding the coherency to grab Russell’s hips and pull the taller teen hard against him. He allowed himself an appreciative moan before slowly, reluctantly extracting himself from Ed’s grip.
With a monumental display of self control Russell stepped back, putting a little distance between the two of them. Much as he wanted to he couldn’t throw Ed down and ravage him on the kitchen floor. Alphonse would not be appreciative when he got home from school. Besides it would ruin the surprise he had miraculously managed to distract Ed from.
They stood there, less than a foot of space between them, both fairly twitching with the effort of not reaching out. Russell took in a deep breath, took another step, and let it out slowly.
“I have to put this in the freezer.” He said, voice still rough from his ministrations on Ed’s throat. His tongue felt thick and the inside of his mouth was fuzzy with the effort of so much suction. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Ed’s eyes fluttered, the faintest of moans escaping him at the texture of Russell’s voice. He slowly nodded, pushing away from the fridge and making his way out of the kitchen. Gold eyes never left him until he was around the corner, then Russell could hear the rustle of clothing as Ed began stripping before he’d even reached the bedroom.
Moving quickly now that Ed was no longer in groping distance Russell replaced the lid and put the ice cream into the freezer. He winced when he shut the door, noting the uneven angle the fridge now sat at. He made a mental note to reserve walls only for slamming Ed against, the last time they’d used a door it had gotten jammed.
Ice cream safely in the freezer he snatched the spoons up from the floor, tossing them in the sink and then moving on to the paper bag still on the counter. He reached in, retrieving the one thing that would’ve made the ice cream acceptable for Ed. He smirked, quite glad that Ed hadn’t realized he had it. It would be so much more fun on Edward than in him.
Tossing the bag into the trash he started after Ed, chocolate syrup in hand.