The Eagerness of Youth (Hughes x Al)
Title: The Eagerness of Youth
Author: SeaweedOtter
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Hughes x Al
Spoilers: Hughes didn’t die, and Gracia is nowhere in the picture. Al is in his body, and he is 17, not 12. And the characters are not mine.
Quote: "I certainly hope it isn't the eggs that are turning you on."
This is a literally last second entry for fma_fuh_q. Hughes is the man!
It started innocently, with a single red rose on the bed stand when he awoke. He
yawned and smiled, his brain taking only a moment to process why the flower was
there. Al shook his head and got up, stumbling more than walking into the bathroom.
It was still steamy and warm. His lover must have just taken a shower. The mirror
over the sink was still fogged, and there was the tracing outline of a heart made
with a fingertip. Al giggled, wondering how much more he was going to find if he
kept looking around.
Only one way to find out.
After doing the normal morning routine in the restroom, he walked back out to the
bedroom, pulling off his boxers from the night before and going to the dresser. A
confused look crossed his face. He checked one drawer, then a second, and a third.
All of his clothes had been removed from the drawers. The only thing that was left
was a pair of black silk boxer shorts with shiny red hearts on them. He shrugged and
put those boxers on, then headed down the stairs, still trying to shake the last of
the sleep out of his eyes.
Even before he got to the bottom to the stairs and rounded the corner into the
kitchen, he already smelt the aroma of sausage, eggs, and toast. he licked his lips
and heard his stomach grumble. He wasn’t even aware of how hungry he was until him
smelt what his lover was cooking for them. "Mmm.. that smells great, Maes!" he said
as he entered the kitchen.
Maes smiled, wearing nothing but an white apron with little frills that was tied
around the bottom of his back. "Glad to hear that, love!" Al put his hand to his
face, trying to stifle a laugh at the lack of clothing that his lover was wearing.
Apparently, he had either been thinking about Al, or the fabric of the apron was
hitting the right places, because Al could see that parts of him were well awake.
Al walked over to slightly taller man and leaned up, giving him a kiss on the lips,
and a quick hug. Quickly, he "accidentally" drug a hand down Maes' apron, acting
surprised when he felt the tenting of the fabric. Maes shook his head and smiled.
Years of working in Investigations made him observant enough to know that Al already
knew, but he didn't say anything, liking this game that they played from time to
time.
"I certainly hope it isn't the eggs that are turning you on." Al smiled, giving Maes
one quick rub that made the older man moan softly. He broke away without waiting for
the answer and moved to the table, setting two places for them. The breakfast table
had another single red rose placed in the center, with a red tablecloth covering the
mahogany furniture. Maes wasted no time finishing the eggs, plating the food
quickly, not even bothering to take the apron off when he started to eat. It was the
fastest breakfast that they ever had, both of them having something other than
breakfast on their minds.
Al took up the two plates and placed them in the sink, running a little water over
them, then he turned back to Maes. "Okay, we are done. Now can I take that apron off
of you?" Maes smiled. 'The eagerness of youth,' Maes thought. He looked into his
lover's hazel eyes, love and trust radiating back. Sometimes he wondered how he
lucked out with this wonderful young man.
Maes stood up and walked over to the young man at the sink. He gave him a kiss and
gently took his hand. "I know you just got up, but let's head back to bed." Al
didn't argue, resisting the urge to make a comment about how "up" Maes had already
been while cooking earlier. Maes led the young man back to the bedroom, gently
laying him down on the bed. Still standing, Maes reached back and untied the apron
and threw it to the ground, causing Al to groan softly.
"Mmmm. beautiful." the sandy haired man said. Maes grinned and climbed into bed and
on top of his lover, laying kissing on his body, from his stomach, making his way
back up to his face, press their lips together softly at first. He wasted no time in
pulling the boxers off of his lover, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
He moved his body downwards, gently on top of the younger man, careful not to press
his whole weight down upon him. As his kissed moved over his lips and back south
towards his neck, his body rubbed softly against Al's, flesh pressed against flesh
in a sensual tango. Al moaned and arched his back just a little, parts of him coming
to life immediately.
Maes smiled, feeling Al pressing up against him, firm and stiff after the briefest
of touches. "I better be careful. If I keep this up, you won't last very long, I
think!" he smiled and leaned up to kiss Al on the lips again, his body pressing
downwards just a little more, putting slight pressure on the young man, pushing his
body gently into the soft bed.
"You may be right." Al smiled up. "But if that happens, then you know I will be
ready to go again. 'Ah, the eagerness of youth' Maes thought again.
"Yeah, but you know I am not as young. You wear me out!" Maes laughed and pressed
down harder, rubbing their stiff lengths together, which elicited another, lower
moan from the young man.
Al just grinned. "Are you gonna talk or are you gonna get going?" He looked like a
puppy dog, eager and willing, wanting nothing more than to be with the one he loved.
Maes couldn't resist, and he leaned over and reached onto the dresser table, where
he deposited his glasses and picked up an almost empty tube of lubricant. He
scowled, hating to think that they would have to abstain if he continued to
procrastinate about buying a new tube.
That thought, and his scowl, were quickly pushed to the back of his mind while he
forced the last little bit of lube onto the palm of his hand, and giving Al one more
kiss, he kneeled in front of him, his legs straddling the sandy haired man's body.
He moaned softly when he started to stroke himself, full hardness only taking a few
swift stroke of his broad, flat hand. Al watched intently, loving the little noises
that his lover made, or the small contortions of his face when he was aroused. Maes
wasted no time in using his other hand to start stroking Al, making him groan and
arch his back at the first touch.
It only took a few moments before both of them were ready. Maes continued to touch
and stroke Al lightly, taking his hand off his now aching member and gently touching
his lover between his legs, tracing a gel-stained hand down between his thighs and
to the small pucker of his rear.
"You ready, love?" Maes knew the answer, but ever the gentleman, he always asked,
and the answer was always the same.
"For you, always."
Maes smiled. It had become almost routine, the exchange of sentences, but the love
behind them, and the act of lovemaking, was never routine. It flowed like a tide,
ebbing and cresting, always fluid, always in motion.
Quickly he pressed one finger in, causing Al to gently hiss in a mix of pain and
pleasure. A second finger was added a few moments later, then a third. Al's face
scrunched up and he bit his lip. It was painful, but he knew it was needed with what
was going to follow.
"Mmm... please.." Al begged. Maes never needed to hear his lover beg, but deep down
he knew it really turned him on.
"Okay, love." He pulled his fingers out and moved his body back, positioning
himself. A few deep breath, and a gentle kiss to the man below him, and he used his
hand to guide himself in.
"Rrrrrrr.." Al groaned, arching his back at the intrusion. His lover was thick, and
the initial pain caused spots in his vision, but the moment he brushed against the
sweet spot inside of him, any pain vanished, and it was a sea of pleasure.
The movement was slow at first, two bodies moving like one. sweat formed on their
brows and their breathes grew shallow, their grunts and groans melting into one low
noise of pure lust and pleasure. Every time, Maes tried to take it slow, and every
time he was so turned on by his lover that he couldn't help but speed up, desperate
for the sweet release.
"Soooo close.." Al whined, his body stiff, toes curling, fingers desperately clinging
to the sheets. Maes' strokes came faster, and he picked up his pacing with the
thrusting, riding his lover harder and faster.
"Ohm.. Al!!" Maes yelled out, he pushed in hard arching his back and leaning his
head back, eyes to the sky. "YES!" His whole body shook, his hips pressed hard into
the man under him as he spilled his seed inside the tight tunnel. Al yelped,
following a few heartbeats later, his juices coating his lover's hand.
It was a few minutes before either of them had the breath to say anything. Maes
gently pulled out and collapsed beside his equally spent lover. They gasped for
breath together, two bodies once again, but still one soul.
Maes finally found the energy somewhere deep inside of him to roll over and give his
lover a soft kiss on the lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, love."
"Happy Valentine's Day."
Author: SeaweedOtter
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Hughes x Al
Spoilers: Hughes didn’t die, and Gracia is nowhere in the picture. Al is in his body, and he is 17, not 12. And the characters are not mine.
Quote: "I certainly hope it isn't the eggs that are turning you on."
This is a literally last second entry for fma_fuh_q. Hughes is the man!
It started innocently, with a single red rose on the bed stand when he awoke. He
yawned and smiled, his brain taking only a moment to process why the flower was
there. Al shook his head and got up, stumbling more than walking into the bathroom.
It was still steamy and warm. His lover must have just taken a shower. The mirror
over the sink was still fogged, and there was the tracing outline of a heart made
with a fingertip. Al giggled, wondering how much more he was going to find if he
kept looking around.
Only one way to find out.
After doing the normal morning routine in the restroom, he walked back out to the
bedroom, pulling off his boxers from the night before and going to the dresser. A
confused look crossed his face. He checked one drawer, then a second, and a third.
All of his clothes had been removed from the drawers. The only thing that was left
was a pair of black silk boxer shorts with shiny red hearts on them. He shrugged and
put those boxers on, then headed down the stairs, still trying to shake the last of
the sleep out of his eyes.
Even before he got to the bottom to the stairs and rounded the corner into the
kitchen, he already smelt the aroma of sausage, eggs, and toast. he licked his lips
and heard his stomach grumble. He wasn’t even aware of how hungry he was until him
smelt what his lover was cooking for them. "Mmm.. that smells great, Maes!" he said
as he entered the kitchen.
Maes smiled, wearing nothing but an white apron with little frills that was tied
around the bottom of his back. "Glad to hear that, love!" Al put his hand to his
face, trying to stifle a laugh at the lack of clothing that his lover was wearing.
Apparently, he had either been thinking about Al, or the fabric of the apron was
hitting the right places, because Al could see that parts of him were well awake.
Al walked over to slightly taller man and leaned up, giving him a kiss on the lips,
and a quick hug. Quickly, he "accidentally" drug a hand down Maes' apron, acting
surprised when he felt the tenting of the fabric. Maes shook his head and smiled.
Years of working in Investigations made him observant enough to know that Al already
knew, but he didn't say anything, liking this game that they played from time to
time.
"I certainly hope it isn't the eggs that are turning you on." Al smiled, giving Maes
one quick rub that made the older man moan softly. He broke away without waiting for
the answer and moved to the table, setting two places for them. The breakfast table
had another single red rose placed in the center, with a red tablecloth covering the
mahogany furniture. Maes wasted no time finishing the eggs, plating the food
quickly, not even bothering to take the apron off when he started to eat. It was the
fastest breakfast that they ever had, both of them having something other than
breakfast on their minds.
Al took up the two plates and placed them in the sink, running a little water over
them, then he turned back to Maes. "Okay, we are done. Now can I take that apron off
of you?" Maes smiled. 'The eagerness of youth,' Maes thought. He looked into his
lover's hazel eyes, love and trust radiating back. Sometimes he wondered how he
lucked out with this wonderful young man.
Maes stood up and walked over to the young man at the sink. He gave him a kiss and
gently took his hand. "I know you just got up, but let's head back to bed." Al
didn't argue, resisting the urge to make a comment about how "up" Maes had already
been while cooking earlier. Maes led the young man back to the bedroom, gently
laying him down on the bed. Still standing, Maes reached back and untied the apron
and threw it to the ground, causing Al to groan softly.
"Mmmm. beautiful." the sandy haired man said. Maes grinned and climbed into bed and
on top of his lover, laying kissing on his body, from his stomach, making his way
back up to his face, press their lips together softly at first. He wasted no time in
pulling the boxers off of his lover, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
He moved his body downwards, gently on top of the younger man, careful not to press
his whole weight down upon him. As his kissed moved over his lips and back south
towards his neck, his body rubbed softly against Al's, flesh pressed against flesh
in a sensual tango. Al moaned and arched his back just a little, parts of him coming
to life immediately.
Maes smiled, feeling Al pressing up against him, firm and stiff after the briefest
of touches. "I better be careful. If I keep this up, you won't last very long, I
think!" he smiled and leaned up to kiss Al on the lips again, his body pressing
downwards just a little more, putting slight pressure on the young man, pushing his
body gently into the soft bed.
"You may be right." Al smiled up. "But if that happens, then you know I will be
ready to go again. 'Ah, the eagerness of youth' Maes thought again.
"Yeah, but you know I am not as young. You wear me out!" Maes laughed and pressed
down harder, rubbing their stiff lengths together, which elicited another, lower
moan from the young man.
Al just grinned. "Are you gonna talk or are you gonna get going?" He looked like a
puppy dog, eager and willing, wanting nothing more than to be with the one he loved.
Maes couldn't resist, and he leaned over and reached onto the dresser table, where
he deposited his glasses and picked up an almost empty tube of lubricant. He
scowled, hating to think that they would have to abstain if he continued to
procrastinate about buying a new tube.
That thought, and his scowl, were quickly pushed to the back of his mind while he
forced the last little bit of lube onto the palm of his hand, and giving Al one more
kiss, he kneeled in front of him, his legs straddling the sandy haired man's body.
He moaned softly when he started to stroke himself, full hardness only taking a few
swift stroke of his broad, flat hand. Al watched intently, loving the little noises
that his lover made, or the small contortions of his face when he was aroused. Maes
wasted no time in using his other hand to start stroking Al, making him groan and
arch his back at the first touch.
It only took a few moments before both of them were ready. Maes continued to touch
and stroke Al lightly, taking his hand off his now aching member and gently touching
his lover between his legs, tracing a gel-stained hand down between his thighs and
to the small pucker of his rear.
"You ready, love?" Maes knew the answer, but ever the gentleman, he always asked,
and the answer was always the same.
"For you, always."
Maes smiled. It had become almost routine, the exchange of sentences, but the love
behind them, and the act of lovemaking, was never routine. It flowed like a tide,
ebbing and cresting, always fluid, always in motion.
Quickly he pressed one finger in, causing Al to gently hiss in a mix of pain and
pleasure. A second finger was added a few moments later, then a third. Al's face
scrunched up and he bit his lip. It was painful, but he knew it was needed with what
was going to follow.
"Mmm... please.." Al begged. Maes never needed to hear his lover beg, but deep down
he knew it really turned him on.
"Okay, love." He pulled his fingers out and moved his body back, positioning
himself. A few deep breath, and a gentle kiss to the man below him, and he used his
hand to guide himself in.
"Rrrrrrr.." Al groaned, arching his back at the intrusion. His lover was thick, and
the initial pain caused spots in his vision, but the moment he brushed against the
sweet spot inside of him, any pain vanished, and it was a sea of pleasure.
The movement was slow at first, two bodies moving like one. sweat formed on their
brows and their breathes grew shallow, their grunts and groans melting into one low
noise of pure lust and pleasure. Every time, Maes tried to take it slow, and every
time he was so turned on by his lover that he couldn't help but speed up, desperate
for the sweet release.
"Soooo close.." Al whined, his body stiff, toes curling, fingers desperately clinging
to the sheets. Maes' strokes came faster, and he picked up his pacing with the
thrusting, riding his lover harder and faster.
"Ohm.. Al!!" Maes yelled out, he pushed in hard arching his back and leaning his
head back, eyes to the sky. "YES!" His whole body shook, his hips pressed hard into
the man under him as he spilled his seed inside the tight tunnel. Al yelped,
following a few heartbeats later, his juices coating his lover's hand.
It was a few minutes before either of them had the breath to say anything. Maes
gently pulled out and collapsed beside his equally spent lover. They gasped for
breath together, two bodies once again, but still one soul.
Maes finally found the energy somewhere deep inside of him to roll over and give his
lover a soft kiss on the lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, love."
"Happy Valentine's Day."