[Fic] FMA: The Show Must Go On: Roy/Ed: NR-17
Title: The Show Must Go On
Pairing:Roy/Ed
Rating: NR-17
Beta: devils_devotion
While Edward wasn’t big on the whole dating thing, saying that it made him feel like a girl, there was a show at the theater he had been dying to see. So, when Mustang had offered a night on the town, the younger man had, for once, accepted the invite.
And the date had started out well. The weather had been nice, the dinner had been good, and the colonel had been uncharacteristically pleasant.
It wasn’t until they had reached the ticket counter at the local theater that his bad karma kicked in, sending a perfectly lovely date down the drain.
When the ticket lady had warned that the movie may be too much for a boy his age and had suggested a child’s show instead, Edward had fumed, rage only halted by a ‘fatherly’ pat on the head and a nudge toward the snack bar before he could properly maim anyone.
Using Roy’s money to buy enough popcorn and sweets to feed a family of four made him feel somewhat better. Spending Roy’s money all ways did. Renewing his smile, he made his way towards the theater entrance to meet up with the man he had deemed ‘the walking ego’, and greeted his lover with a small kiss on the neck while he pocketed the few bills he’d received as change for the popcorn with no guilt.
Struggling with the excess amounts of food, he snagged the ticket stubs and paused a moment to spare his compainion a glare. Roy didn’t know whether the look was due to the somewhat poor seating condition in the far back or the fact that the one ticket was marked down to a child’s 'ten and under fee', but he didn’t particularly care either. After all, Fullmetal was an expensive date and he had to save money somehow if he wanted to pay the bills this month.
When Edward didn’t bother to follow the look with violence or a few words he often seemed fond of, Roy grinned.
Apparently his young lover had decided to try and make the best of the evening, despite the references to his age. It almost made him feel bad about the upcoming surprise.
It wasn’t until the usher led them to their seats in a crowded room of adults and their misbehaved children that Ed found out that the bastard had taken the crazy woman's advice and had bought tickets to some crummy children show.
The fit he threw was a sight to be seen, but the people there, all having young children of their own, were used to temper tantrums and just shot the pair dirties looks. A few of them were even brave enough to speak up and ask the man to settle his undisciplined child down.
Apologizing to the crowd, Mustang pulled the blond onto his lap, and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth.
"Calm down or you’ll miss the show," he informed, tightening his one arm around his young lover’s waist to prevent him from standing and storming out of the theater. Edward responded by fighting, squirming and biting at the offending hand. A typical reaction that Roy was used too, and often enjoyed more than he let on.
Eventually the show started and Edward settled down and sulked, since it seemed that Mustang wasn’t planning on letting him up anytime soon.
A few moments passed before he realized that he wasn’t even going to get to enjoy sulking because the colonel’s damn watch was digging into a tender bit of flesh and was irritating him to no end. Reaching back to push the annoying object aside, he stopped dead as Mustang jerked suddenly at the contact, and discovered, rather belatedly, that the irritating thing digging into him was NOT the colonel’s watch.
Pulling his hand back as if he’d been burned, he once more glared at the older man over his shoulder.
"Me getting treated like some little kid is getting you off, isn’t it, you bastard?!" he hissed quietly.
"So what if it is?" was the reply. "Now turn around and watch the show."
Edward seriously considered killing the man but decided against it since he really didn’t want to explain to the local police that he was completely justified in his action because his boyfriend had had a hard-on poking at his ass while they were watching a children’s show.
Instead he shut up and turned back to the screen while shifting slightly, trying to position himself to a less embarrassing place.
Several minutes pass; he found himself relaxing enough to doze off.
Halfway though the movie he felt the colonel's overcoat draped across his lap and he jerked up, startled, and blinked unfocusedly for a moment before he realized that he had dozed off. He frowned as he noticed that the dumb show was still on and resented the fact that the man behind him interrupted his sleep just to drape his coat over him.
It wasn't like he was cold or anything.
It wasn’t until he felt a hand slip under the coat and trace along his groin that he realized that the coat was not just some friendly gustier done out of concern for his comfort.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he said rather loudly, earning himself some rather foul looks from his fellow movie goers, and he went red and slumped down low, trying to disappear.
The outburst didn’t phase Roy one bit.
"Quiet, Fullmetal," he whispered, hands playing with the younger man’s belt. "You wouldn’t want to distract everyone from the show they came to see."
Edward's blush darkened, and before he could even begin to think about protesting, his belt was undone and his tight leather pants were being inched down over his hips. Soon the arm that was holding him still loosened and began to trace along his side and he gave up hope of escaping, knowing that once Mustang got into ‘sex mode’ there was no stopping him.
He bit his lower lip and looked around frantically. Thankfully, everyone’s attention seemed to be focused on the screen. Still…
"Look…let’s just get out of here and I’ll play what ever damn game you want when we’re home, but…"
"No. Now, be a good boy and be quiet, and we’ll get ice cream before we head home."
"But…"
"No," he stated once again, gripping his lover's length in his hand and pumping slowly to emphasize his point.
Trying his best to stifle a moan and his embarrassment, the blonde fought to remain quiet and continuously glanced around, while mentally thanking whatever non-existing god there was that their seats were towards the back.
He sent one more desperate, pleading look over his shoulder as a spit-covered finger settled at his entrance but Roy paid no attention to the look and slowly slid it into him.
Squirming on the older man’s lap, he clenched the material of the coat between his fingers as he was stretched and prepared, and was nearly thrusting into gloved hands by the time the fingers were removed. Soon he was bent over as Roy reached down to grab his soft drink and used the excuse to place the boy in a more convenient position.
Soon Ed felt himself being pulled back up and down onto Roy’s hard length as they sat back up, cold beverage in hand, and he gasped lightly.
Roy remained still for a few more minutes, allowing him to adjust to the feel as he sipped at his drink. As soon as he felt the tension in the young body fade, he placed a soft kiss on atop blonde hair and set the drink aside before thrusting deep into his lover’s body.
The position was strange and and uncomfortable, making it hard to move without being noticed, but the blonde was tight and the thrill of public sex was amazing. The fact that Edward probably looked like a small restless child squirming in his father’s lap only made it better and pushed him closer to release.
Soon he felt a splash of warmth on his hand and the tightening of muscles around him which sent him over the edge, leaving him slightly short of breath. He took the time to hug the shaky form against him and wiped them both clean with a sleeve from his coat.
Getting the blonde’s pants back up without notice was a bit more difficult than getting them down was, but he managed to redress the both of them just before the end credits began to show and the lights were turned back on.
Smirking, he helped his lover onto shaky feet and led him towards the exit as people glanced strangely at them on the way out. The stares seemed to make Edward uncomfortable and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"They're probably just staring because you were such a little brat earlier."
"I'm not a little br - "
"No, you're not. You were a very good boy. That deserves some ice cream."
The statement silenced the blonde and he glanced warily up at the colonel. He still remembered what happened the last time they went for ice cream and he wasn't sure he was ready for an encore after today's show.
Pairing:Roy/Ed
Rating: NR-17
Beta: devils_devotion
While Edward wasn’t big on the whole dating thing, saying that it made him feel like a girl, there was a show at the theater he had been dying to see. So, when Mustang had offered a night on the town, the younger man had, for once, accepted the invite.
And the date had started out well. The weather had been nice, the dinner had been good, and the colonel had been uncharacteristically pleasant.
It wasn’t until they had reached the ticket counter at the local theater that his bad karma kicked in, sending a perfectly lovely date down the drain.
When the ticket lady had warned that the movie may be too much for a boy his age and had suggested a child’s show instead, Edward had fumed, rage only halted by a ‘fatherly’ pat on the head and a nudge toward the snack bar before he could properly maim anyone.
Using Roy’s money to buy enough popcorn and sweets to feed a family of four made him feel somewhat better. Spending Roy’s money all ways did. Renewing his smile, he made his way towards the theater entrance to meet up with the man he had deemed ‘the walking ego’, and greeted his lover with a small kiss on the neck while he pocketed the few bills he’d received as change for the popcorn with no guilt.
Struggling with the excess amounts of food, he snagged the ticket stubs and paused a moment to spare his compainion a glare. Roy didn’t know whether the look was due to the somewhat poor seating condition in the far back or the fact that the one ticket was marked down to a child’s 'ten and under fee', but he didn’t particularly care either. After all, Fullmetal was an expensive date and he had to save money somehow if he wanted to pay the bills this month.
When Edward didn’t bother to follow the look with violence or a few words he often seemed fond of, Roy grinned.
Apparently his young lover had decided to try and make the best of the evening, despite the references to his age. It almost made him feel bad about the upcoming surprise.
It wasn’t until the usher led them to their seats in a crowded room of adults and their misbehaved children that Ed found out that the bastard had taken the crazy woman's advice and had bought tickets to some crummy children show.
The fit he threw was a sight to be seen, but the people there, all having young children of their own, were used to temper tantrums and just shot the pair dirties looks. A few of them were even brave enough to speak up and ask the man to settle his undisciplined child down.
Apologizing to the crowd, Mustang pulled the blond onto his lap, and clamped a hand firmly over his mouth.
"Calm down or you’ll miss the show," he informed, tightening his one arm around his young lover’s waist to prevent him from standing and storming out of the theater. Edward responded by fighting, squirming and biting at the offending hand. A typical reaction that Roy was used too, and often enjoyed more than he let on.
Eventually the show started and Edward settled down and sulked, since it seemed that Mustang wasn’t planning on letting him up anytime soon.
A few moments passed before he realized that he wasn’t even going to get to enjoy sulking because the colonel’s damn watch was digging into a tender bit of flesh and was irritating him to no end. Reaching back to push the annoying object aside, he stopped dead as Mustang jerked suddenly at the contact, and discovered, rather belatedly, that the irritating thing digging into him was NOT the colonel’s watch.
Pulling his hand back as if he’d been burned, he once more glared at the older man over his shoulder.
"Me getting treated like some little kid is getting you off, isn’t it, you bastard?!" he hissed quietly.
"So what if it is?" was the reply. "Now turn around and watch the show."
Edward seriously considered killing the man but decided against it since he really didn’t want to explain to the local police that he was completely justified in his action because his boyfriend had had a hard-on poking at his ass while they were watching a children’s show.
Instead he shut up and turned back to the screen while shifting slightly, trying to position himself to a less embarrassing place.
Several minutes pass; he found himself relaxing enough to doze off.
Halfway though the movie he felt the colonel's overcoat draped across his lap and he jerked up, startled, and blinked unfocusedly for a moment before he realized that he had dozed off. He frowned as he noticed that the dumb show was still on and resented the fact that the man behind him interrupted his sleep just to drape his coat over him.
It wasn't like he was cold or anything.
It wasn’t until he felt a hand slip under the coat and trace along his groin that he realized that the coat was not just some friendly gustier done out of concern for his comfort.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he said rather loudly, earning himself some rather foul looks from his fellow movie goers, and he went red and slumped down low, trying to disappear.
The outburst didn’t phase Roy one bit.
"Quiet, Fullmetal," he whispered, hands playing with the younger man’s belt. "You wouldn’t want to distract everyone from the show they came to see."
Edward's blush darkened, and before he could even begin to think about protesting, his belt was undone and his tight leather pants were being inched down over his hips. Soon the arm that was holding him still loosened and began to trace along his side and he gave up hope of escaping, knowing that once Mustang got into ‘sex mode’ there was no stopping him.
He bit his lower lip and looked around frantically. Thankfully, everyone’s attention seemed to be focused on the screen. Still…
"Look…let’s just get out of here and I’ll play what ever damn game you want when we’re home, but…"
"No. Now, be a good boy and be quiet, and we’ll get ice cream before we head home."
"But…"
"No," he stated once again, gripping his lover's length in his hand and pumping slowly to emphasize his point.
Trying his best to stifle a moan and his embarrassment, the blonde fought to remain quiet and continuously glanced around, while mentally thanking whatever non-existing god there was that their seats were towards the back.
He sent one more desperate, pleading look over his shoulder as a spit-covered finger settled at his entrance but Roy paid no attention to the look and slowly slid it into him.
Squirming on the older man’s lap, he clenched the material of the coat between his fingers as he was stretched and prepared, and was nearly thrusting into gloved hands by the time the fingers were removed. Soon he was bent over as Roy reached down to grab his soft drink and used the excuse to place the boy in a more convenient position.
Soon Ed felt himself being pulled back up and down onto Roy’s hard length as they sat back up, cold beverage in hand, and he gasped lightly.
Roy remained still for a few more minutes, allowing him to adjust to the feel as he sipped at his drink. As soon as he felt the tension in the young body fade, he placed a soft kiss on atop blonde hair and set the drink aside before thrusting deep into his lover’s body.
The position was strange and and uncomfortable, making it hard to move without being noticed, but the blonde was tight and the thrill of public sex was amazing. The fact that Edward probably looked like a small restless child squirming in his father’s lap only made it better and pushed him closer to release.
Soon he felt a splash of warmth on his hand and the tightening of muscles around him which sent him over the edge, leaving him slightly short of breath. He took the time to hug the shaky form against him and wiped them both clean with a sleeve from his coat.
Getting the blonde’s pants back up without notice was a bit more difficult than getting them down was, but he managed to redress the both of them just before the end credits began to show and the lights were turned back on.
Smirking, he helped his lover onto shaky feet and led him towards the exit as people glanced strangely at them on the way out. The stares seemed to make Edward uncomfortable and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"They're probably just staring because you were such a little brat earlier."
"I'm not a little br - "
"No, you're not. You were a very good boy. That deserves some ice cream."
The statement silenced the blonde and he glanced warily up at the colonel. He still remembered what happened the last time they went for ice cream and he wasn't sure he was ready for an encore after today's show.