lunchtime
Title: "Lunchtime"
Author: SeaweedOtter
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17, baby! (smexy sex!)
Warnings: Some end of the anime spoilers, slightly AU.
Summary: Sometimes you are hungry for food, and sometimes you are hungry for something else.
Comments: Written for "Lunchtime Havoc Day", for "Jean Havoc Appreciation Week". Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
Ever since Roy Mustang had become Fuhrer, the policy on interoffice dating had been considerably lessened. But since thier love was still a taboo at best, and at worst something that he didn't want to think about, even the Fuhrer had to keep his lover a secret. Jean Havoc understood, even if he didn't like it.
So a secret it was, from almost everybody, except for the few people that they cared about and trusted. People that they knew were safe with the knowledge of their illicit affair.
Even though they worked in the same building, it was hard for the Fuhrer to find time to entertain anyone who wanted an audience with him.
And that unfortunatly included Jean Havoc.
But at least a couple of times a week, he found some excuse for the blond haired man to come to his office, right before lunch time.
It was always the same. Jean was dropping off some papers, and Mustang would thank him and smile, and then ask if he would like to join him for lunch. Jean would, of course, accept. Roy would inform Hawkeye, now his secretary, that he will be heading to lunch and to hold his calls for an hour. Hawkeye called down to the cafeteria, who would already have his lunch ready, and about 10 minutes later it would be delievered. Roy would thank them and inform Hawkeye that he is not to be disturbed, and he would close (and lock) his inner office door.
Lunch was a hurried affair. As much as they were both hungry, it was not only food that they were hungry for. The sandwiches, though delicious, were made short work of.
Jean had no sooner finished the last bite of his sandwich- in fact he was still finishing chewing and swallowing it- then he was starting to fumble with the front buttons on his jacket. "You know, one of these days, you are going to run out of papers for me to magically bring up here for you to sign." He said, with a grin on his face.
"Roy licked his fingers, savoring the light sauce that the meat in the sandwich had been marinated in. He grined back- a feral, almost predatory smile. "Yeah, and I am sure that I can come up with something else. I didn't get to become Fuhrer by being an idiot, you know."
"Yeah, that's my job."
Roy chuckled and started to take off his jacket as well, pausing every few moments to watch the handsome man in front of him, who was now trying to take off his tight black t-shirt that was hidden under the jacket. "But you are a lovable idiot."
Jean threw the shirt over to the side and tried to deal with his quickly tightening pants. "I am *YOUR* lovable idiot."
Roy stopped and stared at Jean, the grin spreading. "DAMN right you are."
There wasn't much more use for words past that. Jean helped Roy catch up with losing clothing by helping pull his jacket off, and starting to unbutton the blue shirt that he wore underneath, while Roy fiddled with his belt buckle for a few moments before finally getting it loose.
Lips met,and soon tongues followed. Hands roamed over now bare chests. Jean lightly ran his fingernails down Roy's torso, illiciting a hiss of pleasure from his mouth. He broke the kiss for just one brief moment, to speak one word.
"Couch."
Jean nodded and walked backwards while Roy walked in front of him. Quickly, desperatly thier hands found each other, wanting, needing just the lightest touch to let each other know that they were there, they were real. Jean let out a small "Oof." when he felt the backs of his calves hit the couch, and he sat down. Roy sat on top of him, straddling his legs. All either of the men wore were thier boxers- thier wanton need very apparant under the tight fabric.
Jean leaned his head back, and Roy eagerly took command, biting at the base of the man's neck, pulling the skin away and nibbling, then letting go- making Jean groan in pleasure. Roy was an expert at his by now, through the course of thier 'lunches', he had figured out exactly how far up he could bite Jean without it showing over the high collar of his uniform. The one time he actually had bitten too far, Havoc blamed it on the 'girl' he was dating, a girl who mysteriosuly never came up again. Of course, Jean's previous track record with girls (before he had found Mustang) ended up being the perfect cover. Who knew that all those failures in the past would actually help him? He didn't look a gift horse in the mouth though, and just ran with it.
"Roy.." Jean groaned, arching his back and pushing his hips upwards. Roy smiled. "Anxious?" he whispered into his lover's ear, talking the bottom of the fleshy appendage into his mouth and suckling on it lightly. Jean gasped and closed his eyes, his whole body shuddering. Roy knew Jean's weak spots, and this was the weakest one.
"Roy.." Jean almost mewled, his whole body relaxing under his lover's touch. Jean could feel Roy's hot breath on the side of his neck while his teeth scraped ever so gently against the meaty bottom of his ear. Roy pressed his hips downward into the taller man's lap, feeling the man's erection press against him, thick and needy.
"Do you.. want me, Jean?" Roy hissed into his lover's ear, biting down a little harder- just hard enough to barely hurt. Pain was as good as pleasure to them, as witnessed by the pink lines than ran down the alchemit's chest. Jean could only whimper pitifully and nod, hoping, praying for a release soon.
"Good."
Roy stood up and took just a moment to look at the man in front of him- so handsome, so sexy. Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky. But he didn't want to ponder that now. He had more important things to take care of.
He smiled and leaned down, pulling Jean's boxers off in one swift motion. He was already rock hard, a tiny droplet of dew at the very tip. Roy licked his lips and knelt down. Gently prying Jean's legs apart with his hand, he settled between his legs and licked the moisture from the end of the man's cock.
"I'm sorry, Jean. I am out of lube. But I am sure that this is okay, right?" Before Jean could answer, Roy leaned down and opened his mouth, taking the head of his member in. His tongue ran along the fissure on the underside of the head, while his teeth barely touched the top, not to hurt but just to brush lightly against the hot, firm flesh.
"Oh...." Was all that Jean could manage before his brain shut down. His vision blurred. He felt like he was floating somewhere between the couch and heaven.
Roy started in a rhythm- slow at first. He moved his head forward, taking more of the man's dick in his mouth, barely touching his teeth to the sensisitive shaft, then pulled away untill only the head remained, his tongue darting across the tip, gathering the salty precum as quick as it formed.
Jean couldn't talk. He could hardly breath. He was at the mercy of his lover, who was ravaging his body and sending him to new heights of pleasure. He fought the urge to arch his back and hips towards Roy, not wanting to choke him on the ample length that he had been endowed with. It took the last tiny bit of willpower that he had left in his brain.
He shivered again, his body tensed. He knew he was close. And he knew that Roy was aware of it as well. Somewhere through his pleasure enduced haze, he felt his lover's pace quicken. A tiny bit more pressure from his teeth. He knew just where to stop, right before it became too much for Jean to bear. He was right at the cusp between pleasure and pain, walking a thin line of ultimate enjoyment.
"Roy.. I... I.." he tried to warn him, but it was just moment too late. "Ngggff!" He couldn't help but buck a little when the explosion of an orgasm rocked him. Stars filled his vision, and his breath stopped for just a moment. In front of him, Roy tried as best he could to take all of his lover's salty essence, but a little opaque whiteness dribbled out from the corners of his mouth.
Almost as quick as it had started, it was over, and Jean was left, gasping for breath , his eyes still unfocused, staring at some random spot on the wall while his body tried to catch up with his mind. Roy gave his lover a couple of licks to try to clean him, but didn't tarry long, knowing how senistive the quickly softening length still was.
"You.. you are perfect." Jean stammered, his breath still uneven and ragged. Roy stood up, boxers still on, with a noticable moist spot in the middle of the tenting fabric. He went to his personal bathroom and wet a washcloth and came back, gently getting Jean cleaned up the rest of the way. He dropped the washcloth back in the sink, and came back in, to see Jean standing again, albeit a little wobbly.
"You still have something that I need to take care of." He said with a grin. Roy looked down and smiled back, nodding. "What can I say, you do that to me."
Jean walked over and gave his lover a long kiss on the lips, grimacing at the salty leftover taste of himself in Roy's mouth. He kneeled down in front of the Fuhrer and pulled down the man's boxers- with his teeth. It took a little work, but by the time gravity took over and they pooled around his feet, Roy was already groaning, imagining what those teeth could do to him. But he knew Jean was not as fond of the taste of cum as he was, and he made up for it in other ways.
Jean kissed and licked at Roy's stomach, and on the inside of his thighs, while one hand gripped the base of the alchemist's cock. The other hand gently rubbed at his balls, moving softly in slow circles. He started slowly, stroking the man standing in front of him, holding firmly but just enough not to be too hard.
Roy groaned and put a hand in Jean's blond hair, digging his fingernails in lightly. "Oh, Jean." he almost whispered.
Jean looked up and smiled, and started to speed up. His grip tightened slightly, and Roy winced for just a moment before he got used to the new extra friction. He bit lightly at the alchemist's stomach, almost drawing blood and leaving angry red marks. Roy grunted in pleasure and rocked his hips back and forth in time with the stroking.
"Almost... Jean..." He closed his eyes, his finger digging deeper into Jean's scalp. Jean hissed softly. It hurt, but he loved it just the same- he could never quite explain why pain and pleasure were almost the same to him. He had found a like soul in Roy, who also enjoyed the mixing of pleasure and pain into one euphoric moment.
Jean sped up again, his bites turning into suckling and nibbling. He held Roy's ball tight for just a moment.. trying to make Roy hold off on the orgasm, while his hand teased him by rubbing against the slit at the end of the head, already wet from his precum. "Does my Fuhrer want to cum?" He teased.
"Yes, p-p-lease." It was the closest that Jean had ever heard Roy come to begging. It was a new feeling- a feeling he loved. part of him wanted to hold him back longer, to make him beg for it even more. But his lust won out, and he softened his grip on Roy's balls and stroked hard and fast. Roy's eyes rolled back and his whole body stiffened. He pushed his hips hard forward.
"Jeaaaaaan!" He yelled out his lover's name as he came, the hot, sticky seed coating Jean's hand and splattering onto his arm and chest. The taller man stroked a couple more times to get the last of the seed out of his lover, then stood up, smiling. He walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the same washcloth as before, cleaning his lover, then himself. He washed out the washcloth and hung it up to dry.
"You didn't even bother to clean it. You figured you would make a mess too, huh?" He giggled as he walked back to his lover, who was had almost finished catching his breath.
"Well, I was certainly hoping so, love." Roy leaned in and kissed him again. "Thank you. You are wonderful."
"I always enjoy our 'lunches together.' They are never dull. Jean chuckled and started to put his clothes back on.
"I just hope that Hawkeye doesn't have hawk's ears as well. We were alot less quiet than usual."
"It had been a while since our last 'lunch'. I missed you."
"You will see me tonight after work."
"Yeah, but it is so much more fun when it is in a dangerous place, like work, where we can be discovered at any moment!"
"If I hadn't locked the doors, maybe."
Jean pouted a little. "Aw, take away my fun."
Roy smiled and kissed hima gain. "I am sorry, Jean. It is still dangerous. And you are right. It is fun."
Roy started to get dressed as well, and a few minutes later, almost exactly one hour after he walked in, Jean Havoc left the office of the Fuhrer of Amestris. Hawkeye smiled as he left, trying not to say anything about his messier than usual hair.
"Any calls for me, Hawkeye?"
"No, sir." she stood at attention and saluted, which he returned. "Although I would advise you to be a bit more quiet in your 'lunches', sir. General Hanson came in and I had to make an excuse for the noises coming from the inner office."
"Duly noted. Thank you" He turned around and walked back to his office, hoping his embarassment wasn't written all over his face.
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!
Author: SeaweedOtter
Series: Full Metal Alchemist
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: NC-17, baby! (smexy sex!)
Warnings: Some end of the anime spoilers, slightly AU.
Summary: Sometimes you are hungry for food, and sometimes you are hungry for something else.
Comments: Written for "Lunchtime Havoc Day", for "Jean Havoc Appreciation Week". Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
Ever since Roy Mustang had become Fuhrer, the policy on interoffice dating had been considerably lessened. But since thier love was still a taboo at best, and at worst something that he didn't want to think about, even the Fuhrer had to keep his lover a secret. Jean Havoc understood, even if he didn't like it.
So a secret it was, from almost everybody, except for the few people that they cared about and trusted. People that they knew were safe with the knowledge of their illicit affair.
Even though they worked in the same building, it was hard for the Fuhrer to find time to entertain anyone who wanted an audience with him.
And that unfortunatly included Jean Havoc.
But at least a couple of times a week, he found some excuse for the blond haired man to come to his office, right before lunch time.
It was always the same. Jean was dropping off some papers, and Mustang would thank him and smile, and then ask if he would like to join him for lunch. Jean would, of course, accept. Roy would inform Hawkeye, now his secretary, that he will be heading to lunch and to hold his calls for an hour. Hawkeye called down to the cafeteria, who would already have his lunch ready, and about 10 minutes later it would be delievered. Roy would thank them and inform Hawkeye that he is not to be disturbed, and he would close (and lock) his inner office door.
Lunch was a hurried affair. As much as they were both hungry, it was not only food that they were hungry for. The sandwiches, though delicious, were made short work of.
Jean had no sooner finished the last bite of his sandwich- in fact he was still finishing chewing and swallowing it- then he was starting to fumble with the front buttons on his jacket. "You know, one of these days, you are going to run out of papers for me to magically bring up here for you to sign." He said, with a grin on his face.
"Roy licked his fingers, savoring the light sauce that the meat in the sandwich had been marinated in. He grined back- a feral, almost predatory smile. "Yeah, and I am sure that I can come up with something else. I didn't get to become Fuhrer by being an idiot, you know."
"Yeah, that's my job."
Roy chuckled and started to take off his jacket as well, pausing every few moments to watch the handsome man in front of him, who was now trying to take off his tight black t-shirt that was hidden under the jacket. "But you are a lovable idiot."
Jean threw the shirt over to the side and tried to deal with his quickly tightening pants. "I am *YOUR* lovable idiot."
Roy stopped and stared at Jean, the grin spreading. "DAMN right you are."
There wasn't much more use for words past that. Jean helped Roy catch up with losing clothing by helping pull his jacket off, and starting to unbutton the blue shirt that he wore underneath, while Roy fiddled with his belt buckle for a few moments before finally getting it loose.
Lips met,and soon tongues followed. Hands roamed over now bare chests. Jean lightly ran his fingernails down Roy's torso, illiciting a hiss of pleasure from his mouth. He broke the kiss for just one brief moment, to speak one word.
"Couch."
Jean nodded and walked backwards while Roy walked in front of him. Quickly, desperatly thier hands found each other, wanting, needing just the lightest touch to let each other know that they were there, they were real. Jean let out a small "Oof." when he felt the backs of his calves hit the couch, and he sat down. Roy sat on top of him, straddling his legs. All either of the men wore were thier boxers- thier wanton need very apparant under the tight fabric.
Jean leaned his head back, and Roy eagerly took command, biting at the base of the man's neck, pulling the skin away and nibbling, then letting go- making Jean groan in pleasure. Roy was an expert at his by now, through the course of thier 'lunches', he had figured out exactly how far up he could bite Jean without it showing over the high collar of his uniform. The one time he actually had bitten too far, Havoc blamed it on the 'girl' he was dating, a girl who mysteriosuly never came up again. Of course, Jean's previous track record with girls (before he had found Mustang) ended up being the perfect cover. Who knew that all those failures in the past would actually help him? He didn't look a gift horse in the mouth though, and just ran with it.
"Roy.." Jean groaned, arching his back and pushing his hips upwards. Roy smiled. "Anxious?" he whispered into his lover's ear, talking the bottom of the fleshy appendage into his mouth and suckling on it lightly. Jean gasped and closed his eyes, his whole body shuddering. Roy knew Jean's weak spots, and this was the weakest one.
"Roy.." Jean almost mewled, his whole body relaxing under his lover's touch. Jean could feel Roy's hot breath on the side of his neck while his teeth scraped ever so gently against the meaty bottom of his ear. Roy pressed his hips downward into the taller man's lap, feeling the man's erection press against him, thick and needy.
"Do you.. want me, Jean?" Roy hissed into his lover's ear, biting down a little harder- just hard enough to barely hurt. Pain was as good as pleasure to them, as witnessed by the pink lines than ran down the alchemit's chest. Jean could only whimper pitifully and nod, hoping, praying for a release soon.
"Good."
Roy stood up and took just a moment to look at the man in front of him- so handsome, so sexy. Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky. But he didn't want to ponder that now. He had more important things to take care of.
He smiled and leaned down, pulling Jean's boxers off in one swift motion. He was already rock hard, a tiny droplet of dew at the very tip. Roy licked his lips and knelt down. Gently prying Jean's legs apart with his hand, he settled between his legs and licked the moisture from the end of the man's cock.
"I'm sorry, Jean. I am out of lube. But I am sure that this is okay, right?" Before Jean could answer, Roy leaned down and opened his mouth, taking the head of his member in. His tongue ran along the fissure on the underside of the head, while his teeth barely touched the top, not to hurt but just to brush lightly against the hot, firm flesh.
"Oh...." Was all that Jean could manage before his brain shut down. His vision blurred. He felt like he was floating somewhere between the couch and heaven.
Roy started in a rhythm- slow at first. He moved his head forward, taking more of the man's dick in his mouth, barely touching his teeth to the sensisitive shaft, then pulled away untill only the head remained, his tongue darting across the tip, gathering the salty precum as quick as it formed.
Jean couldn't talk. He could hardly breath. He was at the mercy of his lover, who was ravaging his body and sending him to new heights of pleasure. He fought the urge to arch his back and hips towards Roy, not wanting to choke him on the ample length that he had been endowed with. It took the last tiny bit of willpower that he had left in his brain.
He shivered again, his body tensed. He knew he was close. And he knew that Roy was aware of it as well. Somewhere through his pleasure enduced haze, he felt his lover's pace quicken. A tiny bit more pressure from his teeth. He knew just where to stop, right before it became too much for Jean to bear. He was right at the cusp between pleasure and pain, walking a thin line of ultimate enjoyment.
"Roy.. I... I.." he tried to warn him, but it was just moment too late. "Ngggff!" He couldn't help but buck a little when the explosion of an orgasm rocked him. Stars filled his vision, and his breath stopped for just a moment. In front of him, Roy tried as best he could to take all of his lover's salty essence, but a little opaque whiteness dribbled out from the corners of his mouth.
Almost as quick as it had started, it was over, and Jean was left, gasping for breath , his eyes still unfocused, staring at some random spot on the wall while his body tried to catch up with his mind. Roy gave his lover a couple of licks to try to clean him, but didn't tarry long, knowing how senistive the quickly softening length still was.
"You.. you are perfect." Jean stammered, his breath still uneven and ragged. Roy stood up, boxers still on, with a noticable moist spot in the middle of the tenting fabric. He went to his personal bathroom and wet a washcloth and came back, gently getting Jean cleaned up the rest of the way. He dropped the washcloth back in the sink, and came back in, to see Jean standing again, albeit a little wobbly.
"You still have something that I need to take care of." He said with a grin. Roy looked down and smiled back, nodding. "What can I say, you do that to me."
Jean walked over and gave his lover a long kiss on the lips, grimacing at the salty leftover taste of himself in Roy's mouth. He kneeled down in front of the Fuhrer and pulled down the man's boxers- with his teeth. It took a little work, but by the time gravity took over and they pooled around his feet, Roy was already groaning, imagining what those teeth could do to him. But he knew Jean was not as fond of the taste of cum as he was, and he made up for it in other ways.
Jean kissed and licked at Roy's stomach, and on the inside of his thighs, while one hand gripped the base of the alchemist's cock. The other hand gently rubbed at his balls, moving softly in slow circles. He started slowly, stroking the man standing in front of him, holding firmly but just enough not to be too hard.
Roy groaned and put a hand in Jean's blond hair, digging his fingernails in lightly. "Oh, Jean." he almost whispered.
Jean looked up and smiled, and started to speed up. His grip tightened slightly, and Roy winced for just a moment before he got used to the new extra friction. He bit lightly at the alchemist's stomach, almost drawing blood and leaving angry red marks. Roy grunted in pleasure and rocked his hips back and forth in time with the stroking.
"Almost... Jean..." He closed his eyes, his finger digging deeper into Jean's scalp. Jean hissed softly. It hurt, but he loved it just the same- he could never quite explain why pain and pleasure were almost the same to him. He had found a like soul in Roy, who also enjoyed the mixing of pleasure and pain into one euphoric moment.
Jean sped up again, his bites turning into suckling and nibbling. He held Roy's ball tight for just a moment.. trying to make Roy hold off on the orgasm, while his hand teased him by rubbing against the slit at the end of the head, already wet from his precum. "Does my Fuhrer want to cum?" He teased.
"Yes, p-p-lease." It was the closest that Jean had ever heard Roy come to begging. It was a new feeling- a feeling he loved. part of him wanted to hold him back longer, to make him beg for it even more. But his lust won out, and he softened his grip on Roy's balls and stroked hard and fast. Roy's eyes rolled back and his whole body stiffened. He pushed his hips hard forward.
"Jeaaaaaan!" He yelled out his lover's name as he came, the hot, sticky seed coating Jean's hand and splattering onto his arm and chest. The taller man stroked a couple more times to get the last of the seed out of his lover, then stood up, smiling. He walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the same washcloth as before, cleaning his lover, then himself. He washed out the washcloth and hung it up to dry.
"You didn't even bother to clean it. You figured you would make a mess too, huh?" He giggled as he walked back to his lover, who was had almost finished catching his breath.
"Well, I was certainly hoping so, love." Roy leaned in and kissed him again. "Thank you. You are wonderful."
"I always enjoy our 'lunches together.' They are never dull. Jean chuckled and started to put his clothes back on.
"I just hope that Hawkeye doesn't have hawk's ears as well. We were alot less quiet than usual."
"It had been a while since our last 'lunch'. I missed you."
"You will see me tonight after work."
"Yeah, but it is so much more fun when it is in a dangerous place, like work, where we can be discovered at any moment!"
"If I hadn't locked the doors, maybe."
Jean pouted a little. "Aw, take away my fun."
Roy smiled and kissed hima gain. "I am sorry, Jean. It is still dangerous. And you are right. It is fun."
Roy started to get dressed as well, and a few minutes later, almost exactly one hour after he walked in, Jean Havoc left the office of the Fuhrer of Amestris. Hawkeye smiled as he left, trying not to say anything about his messier than usual hair.
"Any calls for me, Hawkeye?"
"No, sir." she stood at attention and saluted, which he returned. "Although I would advise you to be a bit more quiet in your 'lunches', sir. General Hanson came in and I had to make an excuse for the noises coming from the inner office."
"Duly noted. Thank you" He turned around and walked back to his office, hoping his embarassment wasn't written all over his face.
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!