Sticky Situation [FMA, Maes/Roy, PG-15]
Title: Sticky Situation.
Author: arizonaicerose
Rated: PG-15
Warnings: Misuse of honey, lime
Word count: ~ 500
Summary: Somehow honey had entered the list of items that cannot ever be considered safe around Hughes. Actually, Roy decided as his back arched, it was close to the top- along with whipped cream and ties.
A/N: Hm, I’m not too happy over this one. Sorry prompter, it just wouldn’t come out the way I wanted it to when I was writing. Even after 4 rewrites, it still just doesn’t seem right.
Prompt was: ~Fullmetal Alchemist, Maes/Roy - honey (or sweets) fetish - you’re so bad
The honey had been for the toast.
Or at least that had been the original plan when Roy had tossed it onto the counter, water drops sliding along the bear’s unblinking eye. It was only for a second that he had looked away from the other man sitting at the table. Just long enough to grab a couple slices of fresh bread.
That had been his first, and final, mistake. He knew, he really did know, better then to turn away from Maes ever. It was a horrible idea, almost right up there with bending over to grab the dropped soap in jail. An action that you would most likely regret once you did it. An action that could never be taken back.
And before he knew it Roy found himself shirtless on the dulled table staring at the man who had trapped him and was currently holding a honey bottle. Honey dibbles onto Roy’s chest, Hughes makes sure to let it wrap around the alchemist’s nipples and down his breast bone before moving away.
“Maes,” Roy panted as he rolled his hips, his body betraying his words, “stop. I need to cook breakfast.”
Silently Hughes looked up long enough to lock eyes with the other man before dribbling more honey onto the bare chest under him. Long, sticky, golden strands crisscross and slide along the pale canvas. As he leaned down, the old wooden table creaking in protest at so much weight, Maes licked at a glob of honey that rests just above the black waistband.
The flame alchemist moaned as he felt the tongue slide along his skin and trace at the thin lines that cover him. He wanted to tell him no, to pull him away and stomp towards the shower in a desperate attempt to clean up the sticky mess he was quickly becoming. But instead he found himself grabbing the short, dark hair and pulling the other man closer. Hips rolled again.
Lips curl around a dusky nipple and Hughes sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hardening nub as he licked up every morsel of honey that had been dribbled on it. A smirk crosses his as Hughes focuses his attention on the other one, showing it the same attention.
Work was quickly fading into the background of his worries for the day as Roy rolled his hips again, moaning at the teasing tongue.
Sitting up and pulling away from the sticky man under him. “Hey Roy. Something tells me we should maybe take the day off.” As if to emphasize his point, Hughes held up the almost completely full bottle as he leered at the man still lying on the table before turning the bottle back over and letting more honey to slip from the open lid.
Somehow honey had entered the list of items that cannot ever be considered safe around Hughes. Actually, Roy decided as his back arched, it was close to the top- along with whipped cream and ties.