Loss of Inhibition - Chapter 1 of 4
Title: Loss of Inhibition
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Roy/Ed, Ed/Roy
Type: Smut, mostly PWP with a tiny smidge of plot, WIP
Warnings: Language, Adult themes, Drunkenness
Summary: Ed wakes up in Mustang’s bed with no memory of the night before.
Loss of Inhibition
1/4
The Morning After
Ed’s mind floated into a sort of hazy consciousness and he was aware of the aching in his head and a feeling of nausea in his stomach. In fact, his whole body ached slightly as if he’d spent the evening sparing and hadn’t bothered to stretch afterward. He was tired and really wanted to slip back into sleep again, but a nagging ache in his crotch told him that nature was calling and wouldn’t be put off much longer-for that was what had awoken him in the first place.
Reluctantly, Ed forced his eyes open, expecting to see the wall of the small barrack room he’d been given by the military while he was temporarily in East City. But instead, what he saw was a bit of the pillow he was currently laying on, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. Beyond that the wall was a creamy off-white instead of the stark white of the barrack’s walls.
Confusion set in, and Ed blinked a couple of times as if to clear his vision and bring back something familiar, but the sight before him remained, and Ed was forced to believe that what he was seeing was reality. The only thing was that he wasn’t exactly sure where he was, or how he’d gotten there.
He remembered meeting up with Colonel Mustang and his subordinates at the bar. Ed had never been to a bar before-he’d only barely turned sixteen, which was the legal age of adulthood in Amestris-but that’s where they were meeting and Mustang had promised the place had a small, but excellent, menu of food choices.
Of course, Ed would have come anyway. The occasion was to celebrate Breda’s promotion to first lieutenant, and he liked Breda well enough to take a break from his relentless researching to show his congratulations.
This particular bar had a room it rented out for parties, and it had been packed mostly with people Ed had never met before. A game of pool had been going on, as well as a game of darts. People had been seated at several tables, talking, drinking, eating, and just having a good time. A couple of drinking games had also been in progress when Ed showed up-which had been a little late because he’d wanted to finish the last section of a book he’d been reading.
Ed remembered feeling a little out of place, but had decided an hour wouldn’t kill him and he’d get dinner while he was there. Finding Breda and congratulating him, Ed had started moving away when Breda shoved a bottle into his hands and insisted that Ed be a man and join the real party. He’d been hesitant, but found quickly that he liked the drink and that after finishing off half the bottle he’d started feeling a little more relaxed.
He’d found Lieutenant Hawkeye and had sat with her while ordering his food. They’d talked briefly, sometimes interrupted by people he knew and some he didn’t. Ed remembered watching Havoc, Mustang, and some people he didn’t know at a distance as they played some sort of drinking game that involved quickly drinking from very small glasses. Ed had eaten and shortly after that Hawkeye had wandered away and so Ed had figured it was time for him to go as well. But as he’d passed Havoc and Mustang, Havoc had grabbed him and insisted that he join them for a round or two of the game they were playing.
Ed remembered the rush that first small glass of... whatever it had been... had given him. He remembered how good he’d felt, how loose and relaxed, but that’s where his memory started to fail him. Ed didn’t think he’d played that game very many times, but... he really couldn’t remember. He remembered that he’d had a good time... but after the second round it was only little bits and pieces, and then nothing.
As Ed moved to get out of the bed, he felt the sheets against his skin and realized instantly that he was naked, which confused him even more because he never slept naked, but it didn’t stop him from slipping out of the bed and standing up. His stomach clenched slightly and Ed felt like he was going to be sick. Swallowing back the urge to throw up, Ed glanced over to the bed and felt his stomach lurch again, this time at what he saw.
On the other side of the bed, laying with his back to Ed, and the covers pulled up under his armpit and an arm resting on his side, was a man with straight, but very messy at the moment, black hair. There was only one person that Ed knew with that build and that type of hair. Moving slowly and awkwardly around the bed, Ed saw the face that he knew he’d see.
Roy Mustang’s eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and heavy. What parts of his body weren’t covered by the blanket-mainly his arm, the top of his chest, and his shoulders-were unclothed, and Ed was pretty sure that beneath that blanket he’d find that Mustang was just as naked as Ed was. There were several bruises on Mustang’s arm, shoulder and neck of various sizes, and Ed wondered idly how he’d gotten them.
Turning from the man, Ed wandered away, looking for the bathroom. He left the bedroom and instantly saw where he wanted to go. It didn’t take him long to take care of his business, though he did consider trying to make himself vomit, in an effort to make the horrible nausea go away; and, when he was done, Ed stared at himself in the mirror with growing confusion.
His body was covered with small bruises, just like Mustang’s. His arm, torso, and hips had bruises that looked almost finger tip sized. He had larger and deeper bruises on his shoulders and neck, though a few of those types of bruises also marred his chest and hip.
Instead of going back to the bedroom, Ed wandered into the living room where he found clothes scattered all over the floor and the furniture. Sitting heavily on the couch, Ed stared at where his heavy leather belt lay somewhere close to the front door and wondered what had happened last night.
Ed may have been born in a small town, and he may be pretty naïve about some things, but he understood well enough that when you woke up naked in someone else’s home, with your clothes scattered everywhere, and marks all over your body, that probably meant something had happened that you wouldn’t exactly want to write home about.
But how had it happened with Mustang of all people? He didn’t even like Mustang. He didn’t even like guys! Not in that way anyway. Really he didn’t... Okay, so maybe Mustang was good looking, and Ed was a little curious about being with a guy, but not curious to do anything about it. Ed searched his memory, desperate now to find the answers, but they were gone and thinking too hard hurt his head. He was just too tired, sore, and sick to think very hard about anything.
Ed closed his eyes for a moment trying to lessen the ache in his head, and when he opened them again he realized that he’d fallen asleep on the couch. There was no way of knowing exactly how long he’d slept, but the light in the room from the window cast a different glow than he remembered, and he felt sure that it had been several hours since he’d wandered out here.
It took him a moment to realize that he felt slightly better than he had before. He was also laying on his side now, though his legs were still off the couch as if he’d fallen asleep sitting up and had fallen over during that time. A small blanket had also been draped over him and as that knowledge connected with his brain, Ed realized that Mustang must be awake.
As if called into being by Ed’s thoughts, Mustang walked into his line of sight, wearing only baggy, draw-string pajama pants. There was no wall to hide the kitchen from view, and Ed watched as Mustang opened the cupboard quietly, took out a glass, then turned to open the fridge, but stopped when he saw that Ed was awake and staring at him.
“Morning,” Mustang said quietly. “How do you feel?”
“Shitty,” Ed mumbled, his voice a little rough.
Mustang nodded as if he’d expected that, then opened the fridge door and took out a container of juice, orange juice by the look. He turned and filled the glass he’d taken out, then pulled another glass from the cupboard. Instead of pouring juice in the second glass, Mustang filled it with water. He put a piece of bread in the toaster, then pulled a jar of honey from the cupboard and put a sizable dollop in the glass of water. When the toast popped up, Mustang put it on a small plate, then carried it and the glass of water to Ed.
“This might help a little,” he said, holding the toast and water out. “Try to drink it all if you can.” Ed sat up stiffly and took the offered items. He felt awkward and extremely uncomfortable being around Mustang right now, but Mustang didn’t seem to feel any sort of discomfort at all. It was also a little annoying that Mustang didn’t seem to be having the same physical ills that Ed was having. Mustang had probably drunk much more than him? How come he didn’t look exhausted or like he was going to be sick at any moment?
He watched Mustang head back to the kitchen and drop a couple pieces of bread into the toaster, then took a sip of the water before grimacing. It tasted... well it tasted like water and honey, and that wasn’t exactly the best thing ever.
Taking a small bite of the toast, Ed glanced up again to see Mustang spreading butter and jam on his own toast. Ed scowled. Why the fuck hadn’t he gotten butter and jam? Not that he thought he could have stomached butter and jam just now, but still...
Mustang carried his juice and toast over and sat down beside Ed, then took a deep drink. Unable to look at the man, Ed kept his eyes down on his toast and tried not to think about what had most likely happened last night. He wasn’t sure if he was glad he couldn’t remember or not. Maybe he would have been even more uncomfortable if he actually could remember.
“You were really good last night,” Mustang said easily. Ed nearly choked on the bite of toast he’d just taken. “No really. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. I know it was your first time for some of those things, but you were really amazing. I slept really great.”
Ed thought Mustang sounded like he was trying to console him and make him feel more at ease, but it only served to make him feel worse. After another moment, Ed felt Mustang’s hand on his back, rubbing it lightly.
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy being with you like that as much as I did,” Mustang continued. “If you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind if we got together again sometime.” He sounded cautious, but hopeful as well.
This had gone far enough in Ed’s mind, and he said, “Uh, I actually don’t remember what happened last night. I don’t even remember coming here.” The rubbing on his back stopped, though Mustang didn’t take his hand away.
There was a long moment of heavy silence before Mustang said, “Oh...” Another moment of silence before the hand was taken away. “I see.” Ed chanced a glance and saw that Mustang was staring thoughtfully at him, as if deciding what to do next.
Taking a sip of his water, Ed said, “I don’t know what you did to make me want to come to your place, but since I don’t remember any of it, let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”
A small smile crept onto Mustang’s face, and he said, “What I did? Are you serious?”
Ed stared at him, feeling a little confused now. “Of course, what you did. You’re the only one perverted enough to take advantage of people when they’re drunk.” Mustang looked down at him with an amused smile. He opened his mouth to say something, then laughed and shook his head.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to hear this, but you’re the one who started it.”
“No I didn’t,” Ed protested.
“I thought you didn’t remember,” Mustang said.
“I don’t, but I wouldn’t ever start anything like that.” The idea of him staring anything with Mustang was ridiculous.
“Sorry, but there are witnesses,” Mustang pointed out. Instead of answering, Ed sullenly took a bite of his toast and stared at the clothes littering the floor. This had to be some sort of joke.
Finally, Ed said, “Fine. Tell me how I started it.”
“Well, it could have been you climbing onto my lap and putting your arms around me. Or it could have been when you kissed me on the lips, or when you started nibbling on my ear. Or even when you started telling me how hot and sexy you thought my alchemy was while grinding yourself against me.”
“What?” Ed said in a strangled voice.
“Or,” Mustang said, continuing to sound amused. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it was my fault. After all, I was the one who dragged you out of the bar and took you home. But that was mostly because you were making a scene and if we would have stayed I think you would have pulled down my pants and gone down on me right there in front of everyone.”
“I... I didn’t... You... You could have just taken me home instead of to your place!” Ed protested. He could feel blood rushing to his cheeks in burning humiliation.
Mustang nodded. “I tried, but you were... very insistent.” Mustang took a deep drink of his orange juice with a smile plastered on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such wild and passionate sex in my life,” he said after swallowing the juice. Glancing down at Ed, Mustang said, “You made me feel like I was sixteen again. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Ed looked away and stared wide-eyed at nothing as he tried again to remember something-anything-but there was nothing. His mind was completely blank. Ed couldn’t imagine being what Mustang was saying. He never would be able to come on to someone like that-especially in public!
He wished he could; after all, Ed had no problems being assertive and outgoing in other areas of his life. In his most private fantasies, Ed saw himself as being everything Mustang had said, and more, but not in reality. In reality Ed was just a horny teenager who fantasized about being a sex god while beating off in the privacy of his own space. Sex was still one of those things that he wanted to happen, but was too embarrassed about it to try going out and making something happen.
“I don’t remember,” Ed said quietly.
“You were pretty drunk,” Mustang said.
“That was my first time drinking.” Ed looked down at his toast.
“There’s a first time for everything.” Mustang didn’t seem disturbed by this situation at all and that realization made Ed scowl.
Looking up from his toast to Mustang, Ed said, “It doesn’t bother you at all that this happened?”
Mustang gave him a thoughtful look, then shrugged. “Not really.” He paused, then shook his head. “I was bothered by it at first, of course. I mean, no offense, but I just never thought about you in that way, and I was afraid there would be complications. But...” He grinned. “After a night like last night, I can’t say that I’m bothered at all.”
“I was really that good, huh?” Ed asked hesitantly.
“Amazing,” Mustang confirmed.
Ed took a slow drink of his water as he considered that. Sure he may not remember his first sexual experience, but at least he’d been good. That was something, right? Glancing back up at Mustang, Ed stared at him, trying to imagine having sex with him. It just seemed wrong. He and Mustang didn’t usually get along, but now the man was looking at him with an amused and slightly hopeful expression on his face that made Ed feel more than a little uncomfortable.
“Will you tell me about it?” Ed asked hesitantly. “I haven’t ever... you know... before, and since I can’t remember... well, I guess I’d just like to know.”
Mustang seemed to consider this, then nodded slowly. “I don’t see why not, if you’re up to it.”
“I am,” Ed affirmed. He still felt sick, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been the first time he’d woken up, and the water and toast seemed to be helping somewhat.
“Do you want to talk here? We could lie on my bed if you’d like.”
Ed didn’t miss Mustang’s eyes roaming over his body as he made the offer. He’d never been the object of someone’s desire before, and to have that look directed toward him from Mustang...?
He almost said yes. Almost. It was tempting because Ed was pretty sure that talking wouldn’t be the last thing they did on Mustang’s bed, and sex that he could remember would be awesome, but he felt a little performance anxiety now that Mustang was saying that he’d been so great and Ed couldn’t even remember it. What if he couldn’t measure up?
“Uh, no... here is fine...” Ed said, adjusting the blanket over himself unconsciously, then took another small bite of the toast. Mustang seemed to accept that, then sat back and made himself more comfortable.
“Where should I start?” It seemed to be a self-directed question, so Ed didn’t bother answering. After a long moment of thought, Mustang began.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Roy/Ed, Ed/Roy
Type: Smut, mostly PWP with a tiny smidge of plot, WIP
Warnings: Language, Adult themes, Drunkenness
Summary: Ed wakes up in Mustang’s bed with no memory of the night before.
Loss of Inhibition
1/4
The Morning After
Ed’s mind floated into a sort of hazy consciousness and he was aware of the aching in his head and a feeling of nausea in his stomach. In fact, his whole body ached slightly as if he’d spent the evening sparing and hadn’t bothered to stretch afterward. He was tired and really wanted to slip back into sleep again, but a nagging ache in his crotch told him that nature was calling and wouldn’t be put off much longer-for that was what had awoken him in the first place.
Reluctantly, Ed forced his eyes open, expecting to see the wall of the small barrack room he’d been given by the military while he was temporarily in East City. But instead, what he saw was a bit of the pillow he was currently laying on, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. Beyond that the wall was a creamy off-white instead of the stark white of the barrack’s walls.
Confusion set in, and Ed blinked a couple of times as if to clear his vision and bring back something familiar, but the sight before him remained, and Ed was forced to believe that what he was seeing was reality. The only thing was that he wasn’t exactly sure where he was, or how he’d gotten there.
He remembered meeting up with Colonel Mustang and his subordinates at the bar. Ed had never been to a bar before-he’d only barely turned sixteen, which was the legal age of adulthood in Amestris-but that’s where they were meeting and Mustang had promised the place had a small, but excellent, menu of food choices.
Of course, Ed would have come anyway. The occasion was to celebrate Breda’s promotion to first lieutenant, and he liked Breda well enough to take a break from his relentless researching to show his congratulations.
This particular bar had a room it rented out for parties, and it had been packed mostly with people Ed had never met before. A game of pool had been going on, as well as a game of darts. People had been seated at several tables, talking, drinking, eating, and just having a good time. A couple of drinking games had also been in progress when Ed showed up-which had been a little late because he’d wanted to finish the last section of a book he’d been reading.
Ed remembered feeling a little out of place, but had decided an hour wouldn’t kill him and he’d get dinner while he was there. Finding Breda and congratulating him, Ed had started moving away when Breda shoved a bottle into his hands and insisted that Ed be a man and join the real party. He’d been hesitant, but found quickly that he liked the drink and that after finishing off half the bottle he’d started feeling a little more relaxed.
He’d found Lieutenant Hawkeye and had sat with her while ordering his food. They’d talked briefly, sometimes interrupted by people he knew and some he didn’t. Ed remembered watching Havoc, Mustang, and some people he didn’t know at a distance as they played some sort of drinking game that involved quickly drinking from very small glasses. Ed had eaten and shortly after that Hawkeye had wandered away and so Ed had figured it was time for him to go as well. But as he’d passed Havoc and Mustang, Havoc had grabbed him and insisted that he join them for a round or two of the game they were playing.
Ed remembered the rush that first small glass of... whatever it had been... had given him. He remembered how good he’d felt, how loose and relaxed, but that’s where his memory started to fail him. Ed didn’t think he’d played that game very many times, but... he really couldn’t remember. He remembered that he’d had a good time... but after the second round it was only little bits and pieces, and then nothing.
As Ed moved to get out of the bed, he felt the sheets against his skin and realized instantly that he was naked, which confused him even more because he never slept naked, but it didn’t stop him from slipping out of the bed and standing up. His stomach clenched slightly and Ed felt like he was going to be sick. Swallowing back the urge to throw up, Ed glanced over to the bed and felt his stomach lurch again, this time at what he saw.
On the other side of the bed, laying with his back to Ed, and the covers pulled up under his armpit and an arm resting on his side, was a man with straight, but very messy at the moment, black hair. There was only one person that Ed knew with that build and that type of hair. Moving slowly and awkwardly around the bed, Ed saw the face that he knew he’d see.
Roy Mustang’s eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and heavy. What parts of his body weren’t covered by the blanket-mainly his arm, the top of his chest, and his shoulders-were unclothed, and Ed was pretty sure that beneath that blanket he’d find that Mustang was just as naked as Ed was. There were several bruises on Mustang’s arm, shoulder and neck of various sizes, and Ed wondered idly how he’d gotten them.
Turning from the man, Ed wandered away, looking for the bathroom. He left the bedroom and instantly saw where he wanted to go. It didn’t take him long to take care of his business, though he did consider trying to make himself vomit, in an effort to make the horrible nausea go away; and, when he was done, Ed stared at himself in the mirror with growing confusion.
His body was covered with small bruises, just like Mustang’s. His arm, torso, and hips had bruises that looked almost finger tip sized. He had larger and deeper bruises on his shoulders and neck, though a few of those types of bruises also marred his chest and hip.
Instead of going back to the bedroom, Ed wandered into the living room where he found clothes scattered all over the floor and the furniture. Sitting heavily on the couch, Ed stared at where his heavy leather belt lay somewhere close to the front door and wondered what had happened last night.
Ed may have been born in a small town, and he may be pretty naïve about some things, but he understood well enough that when you woke up naked in someone else’s home, with your clothes scattered everywhere, and marks all over your body, that probably meant something had happened that you wouldn’t exactly want to write home about.
But how had it happened with Mustang of all people? He didn’t even like Mustang. He didn’t even like guys! Not in that way anyway. Really he didn’t... Okay, so maybe Mustang was good looking, and Ed was a little curious about being with a guy, but not curious to do anything about it. Ed searched his memory, desperate now to find the answers, but they were gone and thinking too hard hurt his head. He was just too tired, sore, and sick to think very hard about anything.
Ed closed his eyes for a moment trying to lessen the ache in his head, and when he opened them again he realized that he’d fallen asleep on the couch. There was no way of knowing exactly how long he’d slept, but the light in the room from the window cast a different glow than he remembered, and he felt sure that it had been several hours since he’d wandered out here.
It took him a moment to realize that he felt slightly better than he had before. He was also laying on his side now, though his legs were still off the couch as if he’d fallen asleep sitting up and had fallen over during that time. A small blanket had also been draped over him and as that knowledge connected with his brain, Ed realized that Mustang must be awake.
As if called into being by Ed’s thoughts, Mustang walked into his line of sight, wearing only baggy, draw-string pajama pants. There was no wall to hide the kitchen from view, and Ed watched as Mustang opened the cupboard quietly, took out a glass, then turned to open the fridge, but stopped when he saw that Ed was awake and staring at him.
“Morning,” Mustang said quietly. “How do you feel?”
“Shitty,” Ed mumbled, his voice a little rough.
Mustang nodded as if he’d expected that, then opened the fridge door and took out a container of juice, orange juice by the look. He turned and filled the glass he’d taken out, then pulled another glass from the cupboard. Instead of pouring juice in the second glass, Mustang filled it with water. He put a piece of bread in the toaster, then pulled a jar of honey from the cupboard and put a sizable dollop in the glass of water. When the toast popped up, Mustang put it on a small plate, then carried it and the glass of water to Ed.
“This might help a little,” he said, holding the toast and water out. “Try to drink it all if you can.” Ed sat up stiffly and took the offered items. He felt awkward and extremely uncomfortable being around Mustang right now, but Mustang didn’t seem to feel any sort of discomfort at all. It was also a little annoying that Mustang didn’t seem to be having the same physical ills that Ed was having. Mustang had probably drunk much more than him? How come he didn’t look exhausted or like he was going to be sick at any moment?
He watched Mustang head back to the kitchen and drop a couple pieces of bread into the toaster, then took a sip of the water before grimacing. It tasted... well it tasted like water and honey, and that wasn’t exactly the best thing ever.
Taking a small bite of the toast, Ed glanced up again to see Mustang spreading butter and jam on his own toast. Ed scowled. Why the fuck hadn’t he gotten butter and jam? Not that he thought he could have stomached butter and jam just now, but still...
Mustang carried his juice and toast over and sat down beside Ed, then took a deep drink. Unable to look at the man, Ed kept his eyes down on his toast and tried not to think about what had most likely happened last night. He wasn’t sure if he was glad he couldn’t remember or not. Maybe he would have been even more uncomfortable if he actually could remember.
“You were really good last night,” Mustang said easily. Ed nearly choked on the bite of toast he’d just taken. “No really. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. I know it was your first time for some of those things, but you were really amazing. I slept really great.”
Ed thought Mustang sounded like he was trying to console him and make him feel more at ease, but it only served to make him feel worse. After another moment, Ed felt Mustang’s hand on his back, rubbing it lightly.
“I didn’t think I’d enjoy being with you like that as much as I did,” Mustang continued. “If you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind if we got together again sometime.” He sounded cautious, but hopeful as well.
This had gone far enough in Ed’s mind, and he said, “Uh, I actually don’t remember what happened last night. I don’t even remember coming here.” The rubbing on his back stopped, though Mustang didn’t take his hand away.
There was a long moment of heavy silence before Mustang said, “Oh...” Another moment of silence before the hand was taken away. “I see.” Ed chanced a glance and saw that Mustang was staring thoughtfully at him, as if deciding what to do next.
Taking a sip of his water, Ed said, “I don’t know what you did to make me want to come to your place, but since I don’t remember any of it, let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”
A small smile crept onto Mustang’s face, and he said, “What I did? Are you serious?”
Ed stared at him, feeling a little confused now. “Of course, what you did. You’re the only one perverted enough to take advantage of people when they’re drunk.” Mustang looked down at him with an amused smile. He opened his mouth to say something, then laughed and shook his head.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t want to hear this, but you’re the one who started it.”
“No I didn’t,” Ed protested.
“I thought you didn’t remember,” Mustang said.
“I don’t, but I wouldn’t ever start anything like that.” The idea of him staring anything with Mustang was ridiculous.
“Sorry, but there are witnesses,” Mustang pointed out. Instead of answering, Ed sullenly took a bite of his toast and stared at the clothes littering the floor. This had to be some sort of joke.
Finally, Ed said, “Fine. Tell me how I started it.”
“Well, it could have been you climbing onto my lap and putting your arms around me. Or it could have been when you kissed me on the lips, or when you started nibbling on my ear. Or even when you started telling me how hot and sexy you thought my alchemy was while grinding yourself against me.”
“What?” Ed said in a strangled voice.
“Or,” Mustang said, continuing to sound amused. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it was my fault. After all, I was the one who dragged you out of the bar and took you home. But that was mostly because you were making a scene and if we would have stayed I think you would have pulled down my pants and gone down on me right there in front of everyone.”
“I... I didn’t... You... You could have just taken me home instead of to your place!” Ed protested. He could feel blood rushing to his cheeks in burning humiliation.
Mustang nodded. “I tried, but you were... very insistent.” Mustang took a deep drink of his orange juice with a smile plastered on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such wild and passionate sex in my life,” he said after swallowing the juice. Glancing down at Ed, Mustang said, “You made me feel like I was sixteen again. I don’t regret it and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
Ed looked away and stared wide-eyed at nothing as he tried again to remember something-anything-but there was nothing. His mind was completely blank. Ed couldn’t imagine being what Mustang was saying. He never would be able to come on to someone like that-especially in public!
He wished he could; after all, Ed had no problems being assertive and outgoing in other areas of his life. In his most private fantasies, Ed saw himself as being everything Mustang had said, and more, but not in reality. In reality Ed was just a horny teenager who fantasized about being a sex god while beating off in the privacy of his own space. Sex was still one of those things that he wanted to happen, but was too embarrassed about it to try going out and making something happen.
“I don’t remember,” Ed said quietly.
“You were pretty drunk,” Mustang said.
“That was my first time drinking.” Ed looked down at his toast.
“There’s a first time for everything.” Mustang didn’t seem disturbed by this situation at all and that realization made Ed scowl.
Looking up from his toast to Mustang, Ed said, “It doesn’t bother you at all that this happened?”
Mustang gave him a thoughtful look, then shrugged. “Not really.” He paused, then shook his head. “I was bothered by it at first, of course. I mean, no offense, but I just never thought about you in that way, and I was afraid there would be complications. But...” He grinned. “After a night like last night, I can’t say that I’m bothered at all.”
“I was really that good, huh?” Ed asked hesitantly.
“Amazing,” Mustang confirmed.
Ed took a slow drink of his water as he considered that. Sure he may not remember his first sexual experience, but at least he’d been good. That was something, right? Glancing back up at Mustang, Ed stared at him, trying to imagine having sex with him. It just seemed wrong. He and Mustang didn’t usually get along, but now the man was looking at him with an amused and slightly hopeful expression on his face that made Ed feel more than a little uncomfortable.
“Will you tell me about it?” Ed asked hesitantly. “I haven’t ever... you know... before, and since I can’t remember... well, I guess I’d just like to know.”
Mustang seemed to consider this, then nodded slowly. “I don’t see why not, if you’re up to it.”
“I am,” Ed affirmed. He still felt sick, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been the first time he’d woken up, and the water and toast seemed to be helping somewhat.
“Do you want to talk here? We could lie on my bed if you’d like.”
Ed didn’t miss Mustang’s eyes roaming over his body as he made the offer. He’d never been the object of someone’s desire before, and to have that look directed toward him from Mustang...?
He almost said yes. Almost. It was tempting because Ed was pretty sure that talking wouldn’t be the last thing they did on Mustang’s bed, and sex that he could remember would be awesome, but he felt a little performance anxiety now that Mustang was saying that he’d been so great and Ed couldn’t even remember it. What if he couldn’t measure up?
“Uh, no... here is fine...” Ed said, adjusting the blanket over himself unconsciously, then took another small bite of the toast. Mustang seemed to accept that, then sat back and made himself more comfortable.
“Where should I start?” It seemed to be a self-directed question, so Ed didn’t bother answering. After a long moment of thought, Mustang began.