Full Metal Alchemist, "Priorities," Roy/Jean, NC-17
Happy Strip Havoc Naked Day? I didn't even know there was such a day until pockygirl told me about it. Oh well, I managed to porn the big blonde boy before the end of the day, so yatta!
I'm not much in love with this pairing anymore, but that's okay, Al and Danny managed to sneak into the story so I still greatly enjoyed writing it.
Let me know if you enjoyed reading it? (Or even if you didn't, and tell me what to change so I can make it better, next time?)
Cheers!
Priorities
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Roy Mustang had always been a man of priorities.
Therefore, on a rainy Thursday afternoon when Jean Havoc came into the office, dripping wet with his jacket draped around a very wet, very cold-looking Alphonse Elric, Roy's first priority was to send Riza to fetch a blanket, then order Heymans to make a cup of hot tea for the boy, the orange pekoe he kept in his desk drawer just for Al's visits to the office.
His second priority was to shed his own jacket, replacing Jean's wet jacket with his own around Al's shoulders. Al gave him a tiny, grateful smile and cuddled up to him, head tucked under Roy's chin while Jean stood by, shivering and dripping.
"I'm s-sorry for c-causing so much t-trouble," Al said, softly.
Roy chuckled and rubbed his hands up and down the boy's back. "It's no trouble at all, Alphonse," he said. "No trouble at all."
He glanced up at Jean. Priority number three was finding out why Alphonse Elric was drenched and cold and alone, and Roy knew he could count on his subordinates to supply answers for his questions, even before he asked.
Jean caught his gaze and nodded. He gestured towards the window, then put his hands together. Broke his hands apart and made a motion like rain falling, then put his hands together again, only to pull them apart, bouncing them in opposite directions. Then he pointed to himself and put his hands back together, bounced them rapidly from one side of his body to the other.
Al was with Sergeant Broche when the rain started. I caught up to them and walked Al here because Broche has his psych evaluation and drug test at the hospital this afternoon. The rain turned into a downpour before Al and I got here, even though we were running, so I put my coat over the kid, try to keep him from catching cold.
Roy nodded. All was well, then. Al's bodyguard hadn't abandoned him, and Al hadn't run away from the man. He led Al into his office and wrapped the boy in the blanket Riza brought him, then sat and watched Al drink the tea Heymans had made.
Al finished his tea in a few gulps, then yawned and set his cup down on the coffee table, pulling the blanket more tightly around himself. "Stupid weather," he said, softly, around another yawn. "The thunder last night kept Da-, er, me awake half the night."
"Ah," said Roy, trying not to grin. "Is that so."
Subtlety was never one of the Elric brothers' strengths. Watching Al pretend that he wasn't romantically involved with his bodyguard was oddly endearing.
"Mmm-hmm," said Al. He looked up at Roy through his wet bangs, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "Do you think it would be okay for me to take a quick nap here, Roy? Just for a little bit?"
It always was. Al's physical well-being was one of Roy's highest priorities, after all.
Roy nodded anyway. "Of course, Alphonse," he said. "I'm going to see to a matter outside of the office while you nap, but Lieutenant Hawkeye will be here to look after you, so let her know if you need anything."
"M'kay," said Al, curling up on the sofa like a kitten, head pillowed on his own arm. "T'anks, Roy."
Roy stood and patted the boy's shoulder, bent and kissed his forehead. "My pleasure, Alphonse," he said. "Sleep well."
He left the boy snoring softly on the sofa and marched out of the office, pausing only to inform Riza that Al was napping and should not be disturbed before ordering Jean to accompany him out of the office, one thin eyebrow arched disapprovingly at the blonde's wet, bedraggled state.
"Can't have you looking like this, Jean," he said, as Jean followed him obediently down the hall. "Every man in the Amestris Armed Forces is a representative of our nation, and it is disrespectful not only of your brothers-in-arms, but to the citizens of Amestris, as well, for you to sit around looking like a drowned thing."
"Yes sir," said Jean, solemnly.
"Furthermore," said Roy, "in the event that you are called into action, I feel you would not be able to respond as quickly nor as effectively in your current state as you would, were you in a proper uniform. You must take such things into consideration, for the sake of yourself, your country, and your comrades."
Jean nodded. "Yes sir," he said.
"And lastly," said Roy, turning a corner and pushing open the door to the showers reserved for higher-ranked officers, "I ... have no idea what, lastly."
Jean chuckled. "I was impressed with the two you came up with, honestly," he said, shrugging off his soggy jacket when the older man reached for it, pushing the water-logged flaps open. "Sounded very convincing."
"Why thank you, Jean," said Roy, attacking the damp hem of Jean's shirt next, a grin working its way across his face as Jean lifted his arms, wriggling free of the wet cotton. "I do try to make maintaining my image of responsibility and accountability a high priority around here. Thought up those excuses while Alphonse was drinking his tea."
"Mmm," said Jean. "Don't talk about the kid while you're stripping me, Boss, it's weird."
Roy laughed and tugged at the buttons of Jean's uniform tails, freeing them from the waistband of the man's trousers, then arched up and forward, kissing Jean on the mouth. "Indeed," he said, when Jean growled and nipped at him. "My apologies."
Jean hummed softly and ducked his head, cupping Roy's face in his hands and drawing the man close for a deep, hard kiss. Roy groaned and kissed back, hands fumbling with the buttons and zipper of Jean's trousers, pushing them down the man's strong legs, along with his boxers, the only article of clothing not clammy with rainwater.
"Drowned rat," he murmured, pulling away from the kiss and sinking to the floor, nuzzling the side of Jean's left knee as he untied the man's boots.
"What was that, Boss?"
Roy moved his attention to Jean's other boot. "I said, you look like a drowned rat, Jean," he said. "That must have been quite some downpour."
"Yeah," said Jean. "It was, and the kid's legs are shorter than mine, so it took us longer to get inside than it would have taken me, by myself."
Roy turned and bit him gently on the thigh. "No talking about Alphonse, Jean," he said, when Jean yelped. "You said so yourself."
Jean snorted. "I'm just sayin'."
"Mmm," said Roy, licking lightly at the head of Jean's cock. "Don't, though. Hush."
Then he sucked Jean's cock into his mouth, swallowing around the half-hard length.
Jean swallowed a groan and rested the palm of his hand against the back of Roy's head, fingers massaging the man's scalp through coarse black hair as Roy began to suck him to full hardness, building a steady rhythm once he was fully erect.
"Roy," he whispered, after a moment. "Roy, cut it out ... Roy."
Roy looked up at him, lips still wrapped firm around the head of Jean's erection. "Mmm?"
"This is ... I mean that's good," said Jean, "but you're still dressed Roy ... and someone could walk in ..."
Roy sighed and rolled his eyes, letting Jean's cock slip entirely free from his mouth. "There's nothing wrong with my uniform, Jean," he said. "Whereas yours is completely unacceptable for duty. Therefore, I have no reason to strip, but getting you naked is a high priority. And as for someone walking in ..." He licked the head of Jean's cock and grinned. "You'll just have to come quickly for me, won't you?"
Jean opened his mouth, ready to say "huh?" but Roy didn't wait for him to speak, instead sucking on him, once again, fast and hard, one hand cupping Jean's balls up against the man's body, the other gripping the root of Jean's cock, stroking in fast counterpoint to the movement of his mouth.
It was good. Not good enough to make him come quickly, however, and Jean knew better than to mess with his superior's priorities.
He closed his eyes and let his imagination work with his body.
The image of Roy rose in his mind, a memory from two weeks before, the older man nude and flushed from too much whiskey, his legs widespread, asshole exposed to the chill air in Jean's apartment. The memory of Roy's voice, slurred and deep, Roy's hips rising off of the bed as he begged Jean to fuck him, cock stiff and wet, rubbing against the blanket of Jean's bed ...
Jean groaned. "Oh god, Roy ..."
Roy hummed and moved faster, sucking with less precision but Jean didn't care. He'd sucked Roy off, that night, hushing the man's inebriated begging with lips and tongue and eventually throat, fingers slicked and stretching Roy even after Roy was loose enough to get the fucking he'd been wanting. And then, once Roy was boneless and half-asleep from the mix of post-orgasmic haze and the alcohol in his system, Jean had fucked him, slow and deep and ... and ...
He came hard, and without warning, making no noise but a soft grunt of pleasure, eyes opening just enough that he could watch his lover swallow him down, Roy's lips swollen around the length of his cock, cheeks a little flushed with effort.
Jean exhaled, all in a rush, and rocked his hips backwards, pulling his cock out of Roy's mouth. He squatted down and kissed Roy on the mouth, ignoring the unpleasant flavor of his own semen, heavy on Roy's lips and tongue.
"That was so good, Roy," he said, softly. "Don't know what I did to deserve it, but ... mmm. Thanks."
Roy smirked at him. "My pleasure, Jean," he said. "Now. I want you back in the office in no less than ten minutes, and I want you presentable. Use whatever means necessary, and do not be late."
Jean nodded, then thought better of it and saluted, ridiculous though he was certain he looked, saluting in nothing but his socks. "Ten minutes, sir."
"Mmm," said Roy. He stood and adjusted his own erection in his trousers, then marched out of the room, leaving Jean alone, staring after him.
~*~*~*~
Eight and a half minutes later, Jean returned to the main office, stepping inside just as Sergeant Broche was knocking on Roy's office door, uniform dark with rainwater and blonde hair hanging shaggy and limp, dripping around his face. Jean settled at the table beside Heymans and watched with mild amusement as Broche snapped into a painfully severe salute in greeting when Roy opened the door.
"Kid's gonna give himself back troubles, doing that," Jean muttered to his best friend.
Heymans snorted. "Probably," he said.
They could hear Al's voice, floating through the open office door, the boy fussing over the wet state of Broche's uniform, followed by Roy reassurances that Broche wouldn't catch his death of cold simply from walking around in wet clothing.
"Although you should go and change as soon as possible, Sergeant," said Roy. "Your appearance reflects the commitment of the men and women of the Amestris Armed Forces, after all, and should be a high priority."
"Yes sir," said Broche.
"Betcha he saluted," muttered Jean.
"Betcha you're right," said Heymans.
They quieted when Al appeared in the doorway of Roy's office, hair messy and sticking out at odd angles where it had dried as he slept. He was holding his bodyguard's hand, their fingers laced together.
"Don't worry, Roy," he was saying. "I'll make sure Danny's got his other uniform on before we go out for dinner."
Roy chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair. "See that you do, Alphonse," he said. "Have a good evening."
Al grinned. "Thanks Roy."
Danny saluted. "Sir!"
Then they were gone, Heymans and Jean both snorting with laughter the minute the door closed behind them.
"Subtle, Boss," said Jean, winking at his lover.
Roy gave him a perfectly sycophantic grin "Well," he said, "Alphonse is a very special young man. His happiness is among my top priorities, after all."
"I'm sure it is, Boss," said Jean. "I'm sure it is."
Right after your priorities about sucking me off in the men's shower room. Which I don't mind at all.
The wink his lover gave him told him clearly enough that Roy didn't mind, either.
Not at all.
I'm not much in love with this pairing anymore, but that's okay, Al and Danny managed to sneak into the story so I still greatly enjoyed writing it.
Let me know if you enjoyed reading it? (Or even if you didn't, and tell me what to change so I can make it better, next time?)
Cheers!
Priorities
by Mistr3ss Quickly
Roy Mustang had always been a man of priorities.
Therefore, on a rainy Thursday afternoon when Jean Havoc came into the office, dripping wet with his jacket draped around a very wet, very cold-looking Alphonse Elric, Roy's first priority was to send Riza to fetch a blanket, then order Heymans to make a cup of hot tea for the boy, the orange pekoe he kept in his desk drawer just for Al's visits to the office.
His second priority was to shed his own jacket, replacing Jean's wet jacket with his own around Al's shoulders. Al gave him a tiny, grateful smile and cuddled up to him, head tucked under Roy's chin while Jean stood by, shivering and dripping.
"I'm s-sorry for c-causing so much t-trouble," Al said, softly.
Roy chuckled and rubbed his hands up and down the boy's back. "It's no trouble at all, Alphonse," he said. "No trouble at all."
He glanced up at Jean. Priority number three was finding out why Alphonse Elric was drenched and cold and alone, and Roy knew he could count on his subordinates to supply answers for his questions, even before he asked.
Jean caught his gaze and nodded. He gestured towards the window, then put his hands together. Broke his hands apart and made a motion like rain falling, then put his hands together again, only to pull them apart, bouncing them in opposite directions. Then he pointed to himself and put his hands back together, bounced them rapidly from one side of his body to the other.
Al was with Sergeant Broche when the rain started. I caught up to them and walked Al here because Broche has his psych evaluation and drug test at the hospital this afternoon. The rain turned into a downpour before Al and I got here, even though we were running, so I put my coat over the kid, try to keep him from catching cold.
Roy nodded. All was well, then. Al's bodyguard hadn't abandoned him, and Al hadn't run away from the man. He led Al into his office and wrapped the boy in the blanket Riza brought him, then sat and watched Al drink the tea Heymans had made.
Al finished his tea in a few gulps, then yawned and set his cup down on the coffee table, pulling the blanket more tightly around himself. "Stupid weather," he said, softly, around another yawn. "The thunder last night kept Da-, er, me awake half the night."
"Ah," said Roy, trying not to grin. "Is that so."
Subtlety was never one of the Elric brothers' strengths. Watching Al pretend that he wasn't romantically involved with his bodyguard was oddly endearing.
"Mmm-hmm," said Al. He looked up at Roy through his wet bangs, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "Do you think it would be okay for me to take a quick nap here, Roy? Just for a little bit?"
It always was. Al's physical well-being was one of Roy's highest priorities, after all.
Roy nodded anyway. "Of course, Alphonse," he said. "I'm going to see to a matter outside of the office while you nap, but Lieutenant Hawkeye will be here to look after you, so let her know if you need anything."
"M'kay," said Al, curling up on the sofa like a kitten, head pillowed on his own arm. "T'anks, Roy."
Roy stood and patted the boy's shoulder, bent and kissed his forehead. "My pleasure, Alphonse," he said. "Sleep well."
He left the boy snoring softly on the sofa and marched out of the office, pausing only to inform Riza that Al was napping and should not be disturbed before ordering Jean to accompany him out of the office, one thin eyebrow arched disapprovingly at the blonde's wet, bedraggled state.
"Can't have you looking like this, Jean," he said, as Jean followed him obediently down the hall. "Every man in the Amestris Armed Forces is a representative of our nation, and it is disrespectful not only of your brothers-in-arms, but to the citizens of Amestris, as well, for you to sit around looking like a drowned thing."
"Yes sir," said Jean, solemnly.
"Furthermore," said Roy, "in the event that you are called into action, I feel you would not be able to respond as quickly nor as effectively in your current state as you would, were you in a proper uniform. You must take such things into consideration, for the sake of yourself, your country, and your comrades."
Jean nodded. "Yes sir," he said.
"And lastly," said Roy, turning a corner and pushing open the door to the showers reserved for higher-ranked officers, "I ... have no idea what, lastly."
Jean chuckled. "I was impressed with the two you came up with, honestly," he said, shrugging off his soggy jacket when the older man reached for it, pushing the water-logged flaps open. "Sounded very convincing."
"Why thank you, Jean," said Roy, attacking the damp hem of Jean's shirt next, a grin working its way across his face as Jean lifted his arms, wriggling free of the wet cotton. "I do try to make maintaining my image of responsibility and accountability a high priority around here. Thought up those excuses while Alphonse was drinking his tea."
"Mmm," said Jean. "Don't talk about the kid while you're stripping me, Boss, it's weird."
Roy laughed and tugged at the buttons of Jean's uniform tails, freeing them from the waistband of the man's trousers, then arched up and forward, kissing Jean on the mouth. "Indeed," he said, when Jean growled and nipped at him. "My apologies."
Jean hummed softly and ducked his head, cupping Roy's face in his hands and drawing the man close for a deep, hard kiss. Roy groaned and kissed back, hands fumbling with the buttons and zipper of Jean's trousers, pushing them down the man's strong legs, along with his boxers, the only article of clothing not clammy with rainwater.
"Drowned rat," he murmured, pulling away from the kiss and sinking to the floor, nuzzling the side of Jean's left knee as he untied the man's boots.
"What was that, Boss?"
Roy moved his attention to Jean's other boot. "I said, you look like a drowned rat, Jean," he said. "That must have been quite some downpour."
"Yeah," said Jean. "It was, and the kid's legs are shorter than mine, so it took us longer to get inside than it would have taken me, by myself."
Roy turned and bit him gently on the thigh. "No talking about Alphonse, Jean," he said, when Jean yelped. "You said so yourself."
Jean snorted. "I'm just sayin'."
"Mmm," said Roy, licking lightly at the head of Jean's cock. "Don't, though. Hush."
Then he sucked Jean's cock into his mouth, swallowing around the half-hard length.
Jean swallowed a groan and rested the palm of his hand against the back of Roy's head, fingers massaging the man's scalp through coarse black hair as Roy began to suck him to full hardness, building a steady rhythm once he was fully erect.
"Roy," he whispered, after a moment. "Roy, cut it out ... Roy."
Roy looked up at him, lips still wrapped firm around the head of Jean's erection. "Mmm?"
"This is ... I mean that's good," said Jean, "but you're still dressed Roy ... and someone could walk in ..."
Roy sighed and rolled his eyes, letting Jean's cock slip entirely free from his mouth. "There's nothing wrong with my uniform, Jean," he said. "Whereas yours is completely unacceptable for duty. Therefore, I have no reason to strip, but getting you naked is a high priority. And as for someone walking in ..." He licked the head of Jean's cock and grinned. "You'll just have to come quickly for me, won't you?"
Jean opened his mouth, ready to say "huh?" but Roy didn't wait for him to speak, instead sucking on him, once again, fast and hard, one hand cupping Jean's balls up against the man's body, the other gripping the root of Jean's cock, stroking in fast counterpoint to the movement of his mouth.
It was good. Not good enough to make him come quickly, however, and Jean knew better than to mess with his superior's priorities.
He closed his eyes and let his imagination work with his body.
The image of Roy rose in his mind, a memory from two weeks before, the older man nude and flushed from too much whiskey, his legs widespread, asshole exposed to the chill air in Jean's apartment. The memory of Roy's voice, slurred and deep, Roy's hips rising off of the bed as he begged Jean to fuck him, cock stiff and wet, rubbing against the blanket of Jean's bed ...
Jean groaned. "Oh god, Roy ..."
Roy hummed and moved faster, sucking with less precision but Jean didn't care. He'd sucked Roy off, that night, hushing the man's inebriated begging with lips and tongue and eventually throat, fingers slicked and stretching Roy even after Roy was loose enough to get the fucking he'd been wanting. And then, once Roy was boneless and half-asleep from the mix of post-orgasmic haze and the alcohol in his system, Jean had fucked him, slow and deep and ... and ...
He came hard, and without warning, making no noise but a soft grunt of pleasure, eyes opening just enough that he could watch his lover swallow him down, Roy's lips swollen around the length of his cock, cheeks a little flushed with effort.
Jean exhaled, all in a rush, and rocked his hips backwards, pulling his cock out of Roy's mouth. He squatted down and kissed Roy on the mouth, ignoring the unpleasant flavor of his own semen, heavy on Roy's lips and tongue.
"That was so good, Roy," he said, softly. "Don't know what I did to deserve it, but ... mmm. Thanks."
Roy smirked at him. "My pleasure, Jean," he said. "Now. I want you back in the office in no less than ten minutes, and I want you presentable. Use whatever means necessary, and do not be late."
Jean nodded, then thought better of it and saluted, ridiculous though he was certain he looked, saluting in nothing but his socks. "Ten minutes, sir."
"Mmm," said Roy. He stood and adjusted his own erection in his trousers, then marched out of the room, leaving Jean alone, staring after him.
~*~*~*~
Eight and a half minutes later, Jean returned to the main office, stepping inside just as Sergeant Broche was knocking on Roy's office door, uniform dark with rainwater and blonde hair hanging shaggy and limp, dripping around his face. Jean settled at the table beside Heymans and watched with mild amusement as Broche snapped into a painfully severe salute in greeting when Roy opened the door.
"Kid's gonna give himself back troubles, doing that," Jean muttered to his best friend.
Heymans snorted. "Probably," he said.
They could hear Al's voice, floating through the open office door, the boy fussing over the wet state of Broche's uniform, followed by Roy reassurances that Broche wouldn't catch his death of cold simply from walking around in wet clothing.
"Although you should go and change as soon as possible, Sergeant," said Roy. "Your appearance reflects the commitment of the men and women of the Amestris Armed Forces, after all, and should be a high priority."
"Yes sir," said Broche.
"Betcha he saluted," muttered Jean.
"Betcha you're right," said Heymans.
They quieted when Al appeared in the doorway of Roy's office, hair messy and sticking out at odd angles where it had dried as he slept. He was holding his bodyguard's hand, their fingers laced together.
"Don't worry, Roy," he was saying. "I'll make sure Danny's got his other uniform on before we go out for dinner."
Roy chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair. "See that you do, Alphonse," he said. "Have a good evening."
Al grinned. "Thanks Roy."
Danny saluted. "Sir!"
Then they were gone, Heymans and Jean both snorting with laughter the minute the door closed behind them.
"Subtle, Boss," said Jean, winking at his lover.
Roy gave him a perfectly sycophantic grin "Well," he said, "Alphonse is a very special young man. His happiness is among my top priorities, after all."
"I'm sure it is, Boss," said Jean. "I'm sure it is."
Right after your priorities about sucking me off in the men's shower room. Which I don't mind at all.
The wink his lover gave him told him clearly enough that Roy didn't mind, either.
Not at all.