What I SHOULD be doing...
And what I do are two different things.
My to do list: Finish going through F-list. There are literally dozens of fics I haven't read dating back from when I left on vacation. I'm so behind...
Look through Spam: Figure out who won what. Sort through icons: I have the space, (snuggles sky_dark I've selected out icons, it's just a matter of actually uploading. Mood theme: I can have one that's more in character for me. Write fics: My to do list is huge. I WANT to write these fics.
So what do I do? Any of this? Nooooooooo ... I write this instead. Eh, this didn't come out nearly as crackish as I hoped. Basically what happened is that squirrelarmy mentioned that Al has a tendency to vanish during Roy/Ed. So... in this one he rather decidedly DOESN'T.
TITLE: Innocent Thoughts
PAIRING: Roy/Ed, Elricest.
RATING: R/NC-17
Al's voice, high, innocent and eager, rang clearly through the thin door of the safe house. "Okay! Anything you want Lieutenant!"
Ed gritted his teeth and pulled Roy harder against him, rubbing his leather pants against Roy's blue military issue. He grabbed Roy's spark-cloth covered hand and pushed it up under his shirt. With his eyes closed the rough cloth almost felt like hardened leather. Almost… well not really, but Ed could damn well pretend.
"Uh… I think Brother may have left them in the kitchen… I'll go look."
Roy was moving on now, his hands drifting past Ed's open zipper, sliding under his boxers. "I can take these gloves off," he whispered.
"No," grunted Ed. The cloth was abrasive enough to chafe if Roy used anything but the lightest of strokes. Ed imagined Al would have to be just as careful.
Roy chuckled, "You and your fetishes."
"Don't talk," hiss Ed. He could only barely hear Al now, clanging about deeper in the house. He hoped that Al would come back soon and start up a conversation with… anyone. Damn it, he needed to hear Al's voice.
"I've got it!" Al's voice rang out, high and echoing and ethereal. Ed bucked his hips faster in Roy's hand. "I wonder where Brother is. Has anyone seen him?"
There were other voices, indistinct. Ed ignored them and put his own automail fingers to his mouth. running them over his lips. The metal felt cold and smelled like Al. Ed slid three fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, tasted the machine oil… the same oil he used twice a day on Al to keep him polished and safe from the elements.
"You look so suggestive when you do that."
"Shh," muttered Ed. "Al will hear."
Ed ran his hand over Roy's shirt, gathering the fabric in his fist. He thought of the sensuous feel of oily cloth against his flesh as he rubbed it, in slow circles against metal plate.
"Huh, maybe I should find him. Ed? Ed? Where are you?"
Coming Al, I'm coming. Ed screwed his eyes closed and trembled. I love you Al.
"--Love you," he gasped then covered his mouth realizing who he was with.
"I love you, too," Roy murmured.
My to do list: Finish going through F-list. There are literally dozens of fics I haven't read dating back from when I left on vacation. I'm so behind...
Look through Spam: Figure out who won what. Sort through icons: I have the space, (snuggles sky_dark I've selected out icons, it's just a matter of actually uploading. Mood theme: I can have one that's more in character for me. Write fics: My to do list is huge. I WANT to write these fics.
So what do I do? Any of this? Nooooooooo ... I write this instead. Eh, this didn't come out nearly as crackish as I hoped. Basically what happened is that squirrelarmy mentioned that Al has a tendency to vanish during Roy/Ed. So... in this one he rather decidedly DOESN'T.
TITLE: Innocent Thoughts
PAIRING: Roy/Ed, Elricest.
RATING: R/NC-17
Al's voice, high, innocent and eager, rang clearly through the thin door of the safe house. "Okay! Anything you want Lieutenant!"
Ed gritted his teeth and pulled Roy harder against him, rubbing his leather pants against Roy's blue military issue. He grabbed Roy's spark-cloth covered hand and pushed it up under his shirt. With his eyes closed the rough cloth almost felt like hardened leather. Almost… well not really, but Ed could damn well pretend.
"Uh… I think Brother may have left them in the kitchen… I'll go look."
Roy was moving on now, his hands drifting past Ed's open zipper, sliding under his boxers. "I can take these gloves off," he whispered.
"No," grunted Ed. The cloth was abrasive enough to chafe if Roy used anything but the lightest of strokes. Ed imagined Al would have to be just as careful.
Roy chuckled, "You and your fetishes."
"Don't talk," hiss Ed. He could only barely hear Al now, clanging about deeper in the house. He hoped that Al would come back soon and start up a conversation with… anyone. Damn it, he needed to hear Al's voice.
"I've got it!" Al's voice rang out, high and echoing and ethereal. Ed bucked his hips faster in Roy's hand. "I wonder where Brother is. Has anyone seen him?"
There were other voices, indistinct. Ed ignored them and put his own automail fingers to his mouth. running them over his lips. The metal felt cold and smelled like Al. Ed slid three fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, tasted the machine oil… the same oil he used twice a day on Al to keep him polished and safe from the elements.
"You look so suggestive when you do that."
"Shh," muttered Ed. "Al will hear."
Ed ran his hand over Roy's shirt, gathering the fabric in his fist. He thought of the sensuous feel of oily cloth against his flesh as he rubbed it, in slow circles against metal plate.
"Huh, maybe I should find him. Ed? Ed? Where are you?"
Coming Al, I'm coming. Ed screwed his eyes closed and trembled. I love you Al.
"--Love you," he gasped then covered his mouth realizing who he was with.
"I love you, too," Roy murmured.