ET4: Attack of the *real* smut!
NC-17, Jean Havoc xRoy Mustang.
continuation of my Engine Troubles series, meant to be the last one, but i've got plotbunnies chewing on me again.
part 1
part 2
part 3
Author's note: Thank you muchly to kitiarou and mistr3ssquickly for putting up with my whining and being my sounding-boards. &hearts
Also an unintentional birthday gift for Galuxkitty. 0_~
Engine Troubles Part 4: Completion (working title)
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Jean Havoc woke up muzzily, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He was on the wrong side of the bed, too. A bed that was way too wide to be his board-masquerading-as-mattress back at the barracks.
There were hands wrapped around him, a leg hooked over his one of his own, and a warm body pressed against his back. Slowly, he became aware that it was more than just a body pressing against him.
So. I've got someone's morning woody poking me in the back. Ergo, I went to bed with a guy last night. No big deal, once I remember who... I don't think I got drunk last night...
The clinging hands moved decidedly lower, and a deep voice from behind him muttered something mostly incoherent and decidedly lewd.
Jean froze, a deer in headlights and too-small purple pyjamas. There was a very logical reason he was in his direct superior's bed, being groped in his sleep by said superior; he was just damned if he could remember what it was.
"Roy's just wilting, in Sgt. Fuery's words- from lack of sex. " Ed's laughing voice echoed in his head,
CRAP.
crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.
Roy mustang, sex in an eyepatch, his commanding officer, was unconsciously groping him. And "Superunit, aka Jean Jr, aka Babydoll... " was enjoying the attention.
Crap.
Hawkeye was going to kill him.
No. Roy was still asleep. If no fraternization took place, no-one got caught, shot, or - worse- demoted.
Havoc very carefully reached down and gently removed the intrusive pale hand, mentally reassuring "Superunit" that he'd get taken care of later.
He shut his eyes, resolutely ignoring the warm flesh pressed against his back, and attempted to go back to sleep.
_~*_~*_~*
The superior in question was having such a lovely dream.
Since he wasn't getting any in real life, his subconscious had finally decided to dredge up some better memories. There had been a particularly fun date, right after his 20th birthday, the legal drinking age.
Gorgeous blond man, they'd gotten properly smashed, hanging all over each other like kittens and generally having a grand old time. Roy was draped over his fair haired date, hindering the other's attempts to procure keys and get them into his apartment.
Maes had begged off for the night, Roy couldn't remember why, and he was rather too smashed to care. And this lovely blue eyed specimen, name lost to the mists of time and alcohol, had agreed to be a replacement.
Roy slid his hands down to the man's crotch, muttering something incoherent and rather lewd into his ear.
The hand was gently removed and the warm body under him pulled away a bit.
Roy frowned in his sleep. This wasn't the way it went.
They were supposed to barely make it into the living room in time to suit public decency laws and spend the rest of the evening exercising off the alcohol.
He reached for his companion and again the blond man moved away.
A smirking voice interrupted him.
"Wake up, flame boy. You've actually got a chance at something real..."
Roy opened his eyes just in time to see his second lieutenant plop off the edge of his bed in a flurry of covers and obscenities.
He peered over the edge of the bed and for the second time, burst out laughing at the sight of his subordinate. The laughter died though, as he took in the blonde's flushed state, the erection that was all too obvious in the too-small borrowed sleepwear.
"What're you staring at, you bed-hog?" Havoc bitterly choked out, shifting uncomfortably in the nest of blankets. Roy smirked, the edge of his smile becoming just a tiny bit feral as he addressed the air.
"My, I'm being a terrible host. My guest seems a bit stiff. shall I help him to... relax?"
Havoc's face drained and his mind shut down. "Guh..." Roy-bed-stiff-relax-There's-a-double-meaning-in-that...
"Ah. Still asleep, I see." Roy sighed theatrically and reached past the stunned man to reclaim one of his blankets before shifting to return to his side of the bed "Well. If you want to sleep on the floor, that's your prerogative." He stretched. "...though I won't be blamed for leaving my guest on the cold floor when he could have been sharing my nice, warm, comfy bed... The body heat was quite nice."
Havoc snapped, cursed inwardly as Jean Jr. took control of their body and launched the blond at his superior for a hungry kiss. He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass, that was for damn sure.
The older man gasped, the ferocity of his bedmate's response catching him off guard. He had expected the man to play the game, snark back and forth with him a bit before giving in, maybe even go sleep on the too-small couch and reject the offer, treat is as a joke and evade him like he had done so many times before. He gave up on thinking as he was pressed to the bed, Jean's tongue a welcome invader in his mouth, and let his hands wander down towards his sniper's firm ass. It felt strangely good to let himself be this vulnerable.
Wait... when did Jean become my sniper? He was distracted once again as Havoc started nipping at the juncture of neck and shoulder, callused hands attacking the buttons of his pyjamas.
"My gracious host has terrible choice in sleepwear." Jean uttered, halfway between a purr and a grunt.
The offending garment was pulled off and thrown to the floor, allowing Havoc to run his fingers down Roy's side to the waistband of his pants. "For his guest's comfort, he should remove it."
The older man's pants were flung to the floor as fast as the lieutenant could manage, and Havoc smiled before moving to straddle his hips.
"Ah... does my host go commando for his guest's comfort as well?"
His expression changed, cycling from flushed to thoughtful, calm demeaner belied by the smouldering expression in his eyes as he sat back and unbuttoned his own too-small pyjamas.
"Permission to fuck you senseless, sir?"
If he was going to break fraternization rules, he was going to break them right.
Roy smirked. If that was the way his sniper wanted to play it, he'd go along.
"Granted."
"Thank you, sir. Where's your lube?"
"Bedside drawer... nice and handy." the smirk grew wider.
"Figures." Havoc rolled his eyes at the charcoal-haired narcissus beneath him and set about the daunting task of blowing his mind.
---
Roy was writhing, gasping, clutching, unashamed. It had been too long for any of that modesty crap, Dammit. He kissed feverishly at the blond man moving above him, every smooth thrust sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, eliciting pleasured moans as he lifted his hips to meet...God, I needed this... Another thrust hit home and a strangled gasp escaped the lips of Roy Mustang, uber-uke.
"Nggh!... Faster, Jean..."
"Aye-aye, sir." The lieutenant gave him a lazy smile and worshipped his superior officer's body a little harder, a touch faster. He groaned at the feeling of Havoc's balls slapping rhythmically against his ass, Havoc's fingers wrapping around his erection and stroking in time. It wouldn't be much longer, not if his lieutenant could keep up that pace... And this man has trouble finding girlfriends? Ye Gods!
Another sure thrust sent his eyes rolling back in his head, his whole body tight, sparking, feeling again. A long low moan and he was coming, warm and splattering and more than he had since his first wet dream, and he felt more than heard Havoc's answering groan as he followed his commander to completion a short time later.
Said blond man collapsed gently, turning them into a silent tangle of limbs and blankets that rose and fell with their breathing. Roy didn't protest as his pyjama top was used to clean them both off, didn't protest as he was pulled into an afterglow-inspired embrace. After all, Jean might come to his senses any moment now, and he truly did enjoy the body-heat.
And, he mused, as he was encircled by the arms of his most loyal Jean Havoc, a lot could happen in a week.
___
"Good morning, Lieutenant Havoc. Did you sleep well?" Riza was smiling pleasantly at him, and he saluted before reaching for his habitual cigarette and lighting it.
"As well as can be, I suppose. Guest bedroom wasn't ready and the bastard hogs the sheets." He shrugged and turned to take his secondhand smoke to the window.
The blond man could hear the laugh in his fellow lieutenant's voice as she addressed him again.
"Hmm. Roy told us about his guest room... But it was some of his other previous girlfriends that we heard about his blanket hogging tendencies."
Jean nearly choked on his cigarette.
Hawkeye knows.
- He looked around the office. God-dammit, every one of them, Breda, Farman, Ed, Al, even Feury all had the same self-satisfied, smug 'let's-make-fun-of-havoc' smile plastered across their faces.
They all know.
Crap.
I KNEW this was a bad idea.
---
The office settled down for a committee meeting after laughing Havoc through his smoking window and into the bushes outside.
"Project jumpstart a success. Who opened Roy's window?"
"I only planted some of my pet mice in the dorm cafeteria."
"Transmuted dirt to look like droppings, nothing more."
"His house had too good security for me to get in."
"How very odd..."
The window fell shut with a shutterbox click, and for a split second seemed to reflect glinting yellow-green eyes, had any of them been watching.
~Fin~
extra points if you can figure out which of them is saying what thing in the 'committee meeting'.
comments eternally luffled. there may even be muffins.
continuation of my Engine Troubles series, meant to be the last one, but i've got plotbunnies chewing on me again.
part 1
part 2
part 3
Author's note: Thank you muchly to kitiarou and mistr3ssquickly for putting up with my whining and being my sounding-boards. &hearts
Also an unintentional birthday gift for Galuxkitty. 0_~
Engine Troubles Part 4: Completion (working title)
---
Jean Havoc woke up muzzily, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He was on the wrong side of the bed, too. A bed that was way too wide to be his board-masquerading-as-mattress back at the barracks.
There were hands wrapped around him, a leg hooked over his one of his own, and a warm body pressed against his back. Slowly, he became aware that it was more than just a body pressing against him.
So. I've got someone's morning woody poking me in the back. Ergo, I went to bed with a guy last night. No big deal, once I remember who... I don't think I got drunk last night...
The clinging hands moved decidedly lower, and a deep voice from behind him muttered something mostly incoherent and decidedly lewd.
Jean froze, a deer in headlights and too-small purple pyjamas. There was a very logical reason he was in his direct superior's bed, being groped in his sleep by said superior; he was just damned if he could remember what it was.
"Roy's just wilting, in Sgt. Fuery's words- from lack of sex. " Ed's laughing voice echoed in his head,
CRAP.
crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.
Roy mustang, sex in an eyepatch, his commanding officer, was unconsciously groping him. And "Superunit, aka Jean Jr, aka Babydoll... " was enjoying the attention.
Crap.
Hawkeye was going to kill him.
No. Roy was still asleep. If no fraternization took place, no-one got caught, shot, or - worse- demoted.
Havoc very carefully reached down and gently removed the intrusive pale hand, mentally reassuring "Superunit" that he'd get taken care of later.
He shut his eyes, resolutely ignoring the warm flesh pressed against his back, and attempted to go back to sleep.
_~*_~*_~*
The superior in question was having such a lovely dream.
Since he wasn't getting any in real life, his subconscious had finally decided to dredge up some better memories. There had been a particularly fun date, right after his 20th birthday, the legal drinking age.
Gorgeous blond man, they'd gotten properly smashed, hanging all over each other like kittens and generally having a grand old time. Roy was draped over his fair haired date, hindering the other's attempts to procure keys and get them into his apartment.
Maes had begged off for the night, Roy couldn't remember why, and he was rather too smashed to care. And this lovely blue eyed specimen, name lost to the mists of time and alcohol, had agreed to be a replacement.
Roy slid his hands down to the man's crotch, muttering something incoherent and rather lewd into his ear.
The hand was gently removed and the warm body under him pulled away a bit.
Roy frowned in his sleep. This wasn't the way it went.
They were supposed to barely make it into the living room in time to suit public decency laws and spend the rest of the evening exercising off the alcohol.
He reached for his companion and again the blond man moved away.
A smirking voice interrupted him.
"Wake up, flame boy. You've actually got a chance at something real..."
Roy opened his eyes just in time to see his second lieutenant plop off the edge of his bed in a flurry of covers and obscenities.
He peered over the edge of the bed and for the second time, burst out laughing at the sight of his subordinate. The laughter died though, as he took in the blonde's flushed state, the erection that was all too obvious in the too-small borrowed sleepwear.
"What're you staring at, you bed-hog?" Havoc bitterly choked out, shifting uncomfortably in the nest of blankets. Roy smirked, the edge of his smile becoming just a tiny bit feral as he addressed the air.
"My, I'm being a terrible host. My guest seems a bit stiff. shall I help him to... relax?"
Havoc's face drained and his mind shut down. "Guh..." Roy-bed-stiff-relax-There's-a-double-meaning-in-that...
"Ah. Still asleep, I see." Roy sighed theatrically and reached past the stunned man to reclaim one of his blankets before shifting to return to his side of the bed "Well. If you want to sleep on the floor, that's your prerogative." He stretched. "...though I won't be blamed for leaving my guest on the cold floor when he could have been sharing my nice, warm, comfy bed... The body heat was quite nice."
Havoc snapped, cursed inwardly as Jean Jr. took control of their body and launched the blond at his superior for a hungry kiss. He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass, that was for damn sure.
The older man gasped, the ferocity of his bedmate's response catching him off guard. He had expected the man to play the game, snark back and forth with him a bit before giving in, maybe even go sleep on the too-small couch and reject the offer, treat is as a joke and evade him like he had done so many times before. He gave up on thinking as he was pressed to the bed, Jean's tongue a welcome invader in his mouth, and let his hands wander down towards his sniper's firm ass. It felt strangely good to let himself be this vulnerable.
Wait... when did Jean become my sniper? He was distracted once again as Havoc started nipping at the juncture of neck and shoulder, callused hands attacking the buttons of his pyjamas.
"My gracious host has terrible choice in sleepwear." Jean uttered, halfway between a purr and a grunt.
The offending garment was pulled off and thrown to the floor, allowing Havoc to run his fingers down Roy's side to the waistband of his pants. "For his guest's comfort, he should remove it."
The older man's pants were flung to the floor as fast as the lieutenant could manage, and Havoc smiled before moving to straddle his hips.
"Ah... does my host go commando for his guest's comfort as well?"
His expression changed, cycling from flushed to thoughtful, calm demeaner belied by the smouldering expression in his eyes as he sat back and unbuttoned his own too-small pyjamas.
"Permission to fuck you senseless, sir?"
If he was going to break fraternization rules, he was going to break them right.
Roy smirked. If that was the way his sniper wanted to play it, he'd go along.
"Granted."
"Thank you, sir. Where's your lube?"
"Bedside drawer... nice and handy." the smirk grew wider.
"Figures." Havoc rolled his eyes at the charcoal-haired narcissus beneath him and set about the daunting task of blowing his mind.
---
Roy was writhing, gasping, clutching, unashamed. It had been too long for any of that modesty crap, Dammit. He kissed feverishly at the blond man moving above him, every smooth thrust sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, eliciting pleasured moans as he lifted his hips to meet...God, I needed this... Another thrust hit home and a strangled gasp escaped the lips of Roy Mustang, uber-uke.
"Nggh!... Faster, Jean..."
"Aye-aye, sir." The lieutenant gave him a lazy smile and worshipped his superior officer's body a little harder, a touch faster. He groaned at the feeling of Havoc's balls slapping rhythmically against his ass, Havoc's fingers wrapping around his erection and stroking in time. It wouldn't be much longer, not if his lieutenant could keep up that pace... And this man has trouble finding girlfriends? Ye Gods!
Another sure thrust sent his eyes rolling back in his head, his whole body tight, sparking, feeling again. A long low moan and he was coming, warm and splattering and more than he had since his first wet dream, and he felt more than heard Havoc's answering groan as he followed his commander to completion a short time later.
Said blond man collapsed gently, turning them into a silent tangle of limbs and blankets that rose and fell with their breathing. Roy didn't protest as his pyjama top was used to clean them both off, didn't protest as he was pulled into an afterglow-inspired embrace. After all, Jean might come to his senses any moment now, and he truly did enjoy the body-heat.
And, he mused, as he was encircled by the arms of his most loyal Jean Havoc, a lot could happen in a week.
___
"Good morning, Lieutenant Havoc. Did you sleep well?" Riza was smiling pleasantly at him, and he saluted before reaching for his habitual cigarette and lighting it.
"As well as can be, I suppose. Guest bedroom wasn't ready and the bastard hogs the sheets." He shrugged and turned to take his secondhand smoke to the window.
The blond man could hear the laugh in his fellow lieutenant's voice as she addressed him again.
"Hmm. Roy told us about his guest room... But it was some of his other previous girlfriends that we heard about his blanket hogging tendencies."
Jean nearly choked on his cigarette.
Hawkeye knows.
- He looked around the office. God-dammit, every one of them, Breda, Farman, Ed, Al, even Feury all had the same self-satisfied, smug 'let's-make-fun-of-havoc' smile plastered across their faces.
They all know.
Crap.
I KNEW this was a bad idea.
---
The office settled down for a committee meeting after laughing Havoc through his smoking window and into the bushes outside.
"Project jumpstart a success. Who opened Roy's window?"
"I only planted some of my pet mice in the dorm cafeteria."
"Transmuted dirt to look like droppings, nothing more."
"His house had too good security for me to get in."
"How very odd..."
The window fell shut with a shutterbox click, and for a split second seemed to reflect glinting yellow-green eyes, had any of them been watching.
~Fin~
extra points if you can figure out which of them is saying what thing in the 'committee meeting'.
comments eternally luffled. there may even be muffins.