Over Breakfast (Roy X Al)
Title: Over Breakfast
Author: SeaweedOtter
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Roy x Al
Spoilers: Slightly AU, 3 years after the end of the anime- Al's 18, not 13. Ed's not
around. And the characters are not mine.
Quote: "That's what I get for loving a horny teenager."
"Hey, Roy. What do you want to do today?" Al said cheerfully, while gently stirring
the eggs that were quickly turning from a golden liquid into a solid. When he didn't
get a reply after a few moments, he turned his head to the man sitting at the dinner
table, his head buried in the morning edition of the Amestris News Journal.
"Roy, did you hear me? I asked what you wanted to do today." he egg stirring become
more agitated while he waited for a responce from behind the newspaper.
"Roy.." Al pouted. Roy sighed, his shoulders softly slumping. He knew the whine in
Al's voice all too well. The younger Al had used it many times- years ago when he
was pleading with his brother Ed, to not do whatever it was that Ed was about to. It
had never worked with Ed- but for some reason, it hit his nerves with some odd
combination of annoyance and pity, it worked with Roy.
He leaned the paper down and looked over the top of the newsprint, a slight scowl on
his face. "Well, I was thinking about staying in today. It is raining outside, and I
am feeling a little stiff." Al nodded. Even though he had only been involved with
Roy a little over a year- he knew, despite Mustang's pride, how much his injuries
from the fight with the hommonculous Pride- masquerading as Fuhrer Bradley- still
bothered him, even 2 years later.
Al took the eggs off the burner and set them to the side, turning the heat off. He
walked over to Roy, leaning down to give him a small kiss on the top of the
forehead. He gently brushed away a little strand of hair that had gotten caught in
Roy's eyepatch string. "Hmm.. well, staying indoors can have its rewards..." Al's
smile returned- a large, michevious grin that threatned to engulf his entire face.
All Roy could do was shake his head and smile. "That's what I get for loving a horny
teenager." He smiled softly, folding the paper and placing it on the table. He was
pretty sure he wasn't going to ge any more reading done that morning. "Well, we
should at least eat breakfast first. I hate to waste those eggs you slaved over a
hot stove for." Roy smirked and Al sighed this time.
"Aww. okay. But that isn't fair, using my hormones agaist me!" Al grumped, trying-
and failing- to look mopey as he stirred the eggs that had finished cooking with the
residual heat of the cast iron pot. He took out two plates and divided the eggs
between them, then added some toast and some sausage that he had already cooked, and
carried them back to the table.
"Hmph. We'll it isn't *my* fault you are a horny teenager."
"And it isn't *my* fault you are a dirty old man!"
"Hey, now. Be nice." Roy gumbled. Ever since they had started to realize the
feelings that they shared for one another, Al noticed that he was the only one that
Roy would ever let his facade down with. He would never let such a petty compliment
sting him if it had come from anyone else, but for some reason, when it was Al that
said it, it hurt. So few emotions ever crossed Roy Mustang's face. When he found
someone that would let him take down his guard, someone who made him happy, or hurt
his feelings with a few choice words, it was like heaven to the dark eyed man.
Al looked a little sad. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know you
are.. sensitive about the age difference." Good ole, reliable Al. Always thinking
more about others than himself. Roy smiled. Ever since he met the boy almost 8 years
ago, it had been the same. It was one of the many things that Roy loved about the
young man that he was so very quickly becoming.
"Honestly, Al. It is fine. It doesn't bother me that much." Al could tell that
wasn't the truth, but it was what he had wanted to hear, and he chose to believe it,
because he wanted to feel better. Roy leaned up and kissed Al, who was still
hovering above and behind him, on the underside of his chin. Unlike Ed, Al had grown
tall and solidly built, much more like his father, with slightly darker sandy brown
hair that he had taken to keeping long and in a ponytail. He was eye to eye with
Roy, when they stood together, and Roy was fairly sure he wasn't quite done growing
yet. It was almost like he was growing for the brother that never got to.
"Are you okay, Roy? You are just staring at me.. into me. It is.. unnerving."
Roy smiled and gently scoot back his chair, slowly, so Al would have time to react
and move away. He stood, his dark onyx eye staring into two beautiful pools of
liquid hazel. "I am sorry. I just... sometimes I don't know how I got this lucky. I
have done so many horrible things in my life, and yet I still end up with someone as
perfect as you. With everything that I have done, I don't deserve.. this."
Al quickly moved foraward, pressing his body close to Roy's. He gently kissed Roy's
lips, softly- the press not holding desire, but love and reassurance. "You had such
a hard life. I understand. I have had a tough life as well. I.. had by brother
beside me to keep me strong. And now I have you."
"Hmm. How did I get so lucky?"
"I dont know, now kiss me."
Roy closed his eyes softly, leaning into the warmth of Al's body, pushing his lips
to Al's, almost surprised for a moment at thier warmth. He was so used to seeing
this boy as a 7 foot tall hunk of metal. And now here he was, standing eye to eye,
tall, proud, and all his. It was almost enough to make Roy go weak in the knees when
he thought about it.
So he didn't. His hands found the bottom of Al's t-shirt, pulling it upwards with
one hand, his other hand snaking upwards- up his stomach, which wasnt toned, it was
still very slightly pudgy, like his body was trying to remind him that he still had
some bit of his youthful "baby fat" to get rid of, after missing 5 crucial years of
his childhood.
His hands continued upwards, over his chest and to a nipple. A calloused thumb,
rough from years of snapping his fingers, sending people to thier deaths, was gentle
as if he was handling an egg. Al gasped, his breath hitching.
"Mmm... Roy." Al smiled, closing his eyes. The older man pulled his hand away- Al
only had a second to feel disapointed of the break of touch when Roy pulled his
t-shirt off in one quick, well practised motion.
It was quickly tossed to the side, and Roy wasted no time in moving in close again,
stalking his prey, he pounced, pressing his body close, his lips and tongue
requesting, and gaining entrance into Al's mouth. Awkward fumblings started, two
lovers trying to stay as close as they could to each other while attempting to tear
the clothes that kept them from truly being close.
For a mere moment, Roy broke the kiss, one breathless word escaping his lips.
"Bedroom?" There was only a nod in responce. Two bodies moved like one, stepping
backwards and sideways, a strange dance that would have been humorous to look at
from an outside point of view.
But it was a dance they had tangoed many times before, and they were experts at
knowing how many steps it was out of the kitchen and down the small, thin hallway,
down to the second door on the right- the room that Roy and Al had shared for what
seemed like an eternity.
Fingers fumbled with elastic waistbands, each trying to pull down the boxer shorts
that the other wore. There were no 'Roy boxers' or 'Al boxers', they were shared,
equal, like thier lived together.
The younger man, whose dexterity had not been dulled by 5 years in a tin can, was
the first to be able to pull the last piece of offending clothing off his lover's
body. Luckily for Roy they were close to the bed, or the trip that he would have
taken by getting tangled up in his own clothing would have probably ruined the mood,
as well as bloodied his nose.
It only took one small push by Al to make Roy fall backwards onto the bed with a
little eep. He didnt have time to try to get up, not that he would have tried
anyways, before the sandy haired youth was upon him, his hands finally tasting the
bare flesh that they so craved.
He hardly wasted any time on Roy's torso- Al's hands, seemingly with a mind of thier
own, went downwards, over his belly and down between his legs, pausing briefly to
curl some of the the older man's curly black hairs softly around his finger.
Roy bit his lip softly, moaning his lover's name thru tightly clenched teeth. His
eyes rolled back, his vision blurry with lust. Al took the man in his hand and
stroked, gently and softly as first. He leaned his head down, hovering mere inches
above him, taking in his scents. He was sweaty and musky- the scent of his shampoo
and soap quickly overpowered by salt and by need.
Al's mouth opened, and Roy closed his eyes, gripping the sheets under him in sheer
desperation. Slowly the younger man lowered his mouth over his lover and encased him
in the warmth of his throat. He stayed there a moment, to let Roy get used to the
sensation of his most intimate region engorged inside his mouth, then he started to
move, up and down.
His hand moved in time with his mouth, his grip tight around the base of his length,
stroking harder now. His mouth covered the tip, his tongue grazing against the
sensitive underside, up to the tip, then back down again. Roy groaned and bucked his
hips, his knuckles white, the sheets straining to keep together under the man's iron
grip.
Al was used to the bucking, and he stood up, giving himself more leeway, more give
to his movements. He rode the bucking, using it to his advange. He stroked harder
and longer, his mouth tightning around him, making a solid seal.
"Rrrrf... so close..." Roy hissed, his eyes shut tight. Al smiled, working faster, suckling on the tip of his lover's length, his tongue eagerly licking at the droplets that were forming faster- salty and sweet on the end of his tastebuds.
"Mmmmm... AAAAAAAL!" Roy's body convulsed, his bach arched high, he yelled out his lovers name as the orgasm hit him. Al swallowed down as fast as he could, small trickles of white trailing down the sides of his mouth. He grimaced- still not totally use to the bitter saltiness, but he took almost all of it, riding the waving of his lover's pleasure. he moved with Roy untill he collapsed back onto the bed, panting.
When Roy had enough energy to open his eyes, which could have been a minute or an hour later, her wasnt sure, he saw Al hovering over him, holding him gently. He leaned up and kissed the younger man and manged a weak smile.
"Have I told you yet that you are amazing?"
Al blushed badly, and smiled back down at Roy. "Well, yeah, but it is nice to hear. I am glad you enjoyed that." He leaned down, giving Roy a soft kiss on the lips.
"But... what about you. Al? I.. can't have all the fun." Despite the sincerity in Roy's voice, Al could tell that he was way too tired to do much at all at the moment.
"It is okay, Roy. I.. kinda got excited with all of that." He turned an even deeper shade of red and looked down at his boxer shorts, where the tenting was already starting to go down. They were stained and dark, sticking sharply to all of his curves.
"That is another reason that I love youth." Roy smiled, smirking just a little. "Even pleasing someone else is enough for you to make a mess. It is a shame I didn't get to do it myself. I guess I will owe you one later."
Al leaned down and kissed him one more time. a huge smile on his face.
"Well, maybe after breakfast."
Author: SeaweedOtter
Genre: Fluff and Smut
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Roy x Al
Spoilers: Slightly AU, 3 years after the end of the anime- Al's 18, not 13. Ed's not
around. And the characters are not mine.
Quote: "That's what I get for loving a horny teenager."
"Hey, Roy. What do you want to do today?" Al said cheerfully, while gently stirring
the eggs that were quickly turning from a golden liquid into a solid. When he didn't
get a reply after a few moments, he turned his head to the man sitting at the dinner
table, his head buried in the morning edition of the Amestris News Journal.
"Roy, did you hear me? I asked what you wanted to do today." he egg stirring become
more agitated while he waited for a responce from behind the newspaper.
"Roy.." Al pouted. Roy sighed, his shoulders softly slumping. He knew the whine in
Al's voice all too well. The younger Al had used it many times- years ago when he
was pleading with his brother Ed, to not do whatever it was that Ed was about to. It
had never worked with Ed- but for some reason, it hit his nerves with some odd
combination of annoyance and pity, it worked with Roy.
He leaned the paper down and looked over the top of the newsprint, a slight scowl on
his face. "Well, I was thinking about staying in today. It is raining outside, and I
am feeling a little stiff." Al nodded. Even though he had only been involved with
Roy a little over a year- he knew, despite Mustang's pride, how much his injuries
from the fight with the hommonculous Pride- masquerading as Fuhrer Bradley- still
bothered him, even 2 years later.
Al took the eggs off the burner and set them to the side, turning the heat off. He
walked over to Roy, leaning down to give him a small kiss on the top of the
forehead. He gently brushed away a little strand of hair that had gotten caught in
Roy's eyepatch string. "Hmm.. well, staying indoors can have its rewards..." Al's
smile returned- a large, michevious grin that threatned to engulf his entire face.
All Roy could do was shake his head and smile. "That's what I get for loving a horny
teenager." He smiled softly, folding the paper and placing it on the table. He was
pretty sure he wasn't going to ge any more reading done that morning. "Well, we
should at least eat breakfast first. I hate to waste those eggs you slaved over a
hot stove for." Roy smirked and Al sighed this time.
"Aww. okay. But that isn't fair, using my hormones agaist me!" Al grumped, trying-
and failing- to look mopey as he stirred the eggs that had finished cooking with the
residual heat of the cast iron pot. He took out two plates and divided the eggs
between them, then added some toast and some sausage that he had already cooked, and
carried them back to the table.
"Hmph. We'll it isn't *my* fault you are a horny teenager."
"And it isn't *my* fault you are a dirty old man!"
"Hey, now. Be nice." Roy gumbled. Ever since they had started to realize the
feelings that they shared for one another, Al noticed that he was the only one that
Roy would ever let his facade down with. He would never let such a petty compliment
sting him if it had come from anyone else, but for some reason, when it was Al that
said it, it hurt. So few emotions ever crossed Roy Mustang's face. When he found
someone that would let him take down his guard, someone who made him happy, or hurt
his feelings with a few choice words, it was like heaven to the dark eyed man.
Al looked a little sad. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I know you
are.. sensitive about the age difference." Good ole, reliable Al. Always thinking
more about others than himself. Roy smiled. Ever since he met the boy almost 8 years
ago, it had been the same. It was one of the many things that Roy loved about the
young man that he was so very quickly becoming.
"Honestly, Al. It is fine. It doesn't bother me that much." Al could tell that
wasn't the truth, but it was what he had wanted to hear, and he chose to believe it,
because he wanted to feel better. Roy leaned up and kissed Al, who was still
hovering above and behind him, on the underside of his chin. Unlike Ed, Al had grown
tall and solidly built, much more like his father, with slightly darker sandy brown
hair that he had taken to keeping long and in a ponytail. He was eye to eye with
Roy, when they stood together, and Roy was fairly sure he wasn't quite done growing
yet. It was almost like he was growing for the brother that never got to.
"Are you okay, Roy? You are just staring at me.. into me. It is.. unnerving."
Roy smiled and gently scoot back his chair, slowly, so Al would have time to react
and move away. He stood, his dark onyx eye staring into two beautiful pools of
liquid hazel. "I am sorry. I just... sometimes I don't know how I got this lucky. I
have done so many horrible things in my life, and yet I still end up with someone as
perfect as you. With everything that I have done, I don't deserve.. this."
Al quickly moved foraward, pressing his body close to Roy's. He gently kissed Roy's
lips, softly- the press not holding desire, but love and reassurance. "You had such
a hard life. I understand. I have had a tough life as well. I.. had by brother
beside me to keep me strong. And now I have you."
"Hmm. How did I get so lucky?"
"I dont know, now kiss me."
Roy closed his eyes softly, leaning into the warmth of Al's body, pushing his lips
to Al's, almost surprised for a moment at thier warmth. He was so used to seeing
this boy as a 7 foot tall hunk of metal. And now here he was, standing eye to eye,
tall, proud, and all his. It was almost enough to make Roy go weak in the knees when
he thought about it.
So he didn't. His hands found the bottom of Al's t-shirt, pulling it upwards with
one hand, his other hand snaking upwards- up his stomach, which wasnt toned, it was
still very slightly pudgy, like his body was trying to remind him that he still had
some bit of his youthful "baby fat" to get rid of, after missing 5 crucial years of
his childhood.
His hands continued upwards, over his chest and to a nipple. A calloused thumb,
rough from years of snapping his fingers, sending people to thier deaths, was gentle
as if he was handling an egg. Al gasped, his breath hitching.
"Mmm... Roy." Al smiled, closing his eyes. The older man pulled his hand away- Al
only had a second to feel disapointed of the break of touch when Roy pulled his
t-shirt off in one quick, well practised motion.
It was quickly tossed to the side, and Roy wasted no time in moving in close again,
stalking his prey, he pounced, pressing his body close, his lips and tongue
requesting, and gaining entrance into Al's mouth. Awkward fumblings started, two
lovers trying to stay as close as they could to each other while attempting to tear
the clothes that kept them from truly being close.
For a mere moment, Roy broke the kiss, one breathless word escaping his lips.
"Bedroom?" There was only a nod in responce. Two bodies moved like one, stepping
backwards and sideways, a strange dance that would have been humorous to look at
from an outside point of view.
But it was a dance they had tangoed many times before, and they were experts at
knowing how many steps it was out of the kitchen and down the small, thin hallway,
down to the second door on the right- the room that Roy and Al had shared for what
seemed like an eternity.
Fingers fumbled with elastic waistbands, each trying to pull down the boxer shorts
that the other wore. There were no 'Roy boxers' or 'Al boxers', they were shared,
equal, like thier lived together.
The younger man, whose dexterity had not been dulled by 5 years in a tin can, was
the first to be able to pull the last piece of offending clothing off his lover's
body. Luckily for Roy they were close to the bed, or the trip that he would have
taken by getting tangled up in his own clothing would have probably ruined the mood,
as well as bloodied his nose.
It only took one small push by Al to make Roy fall backwards onto the bed with a
little eep. He didnt have time to try to get up, not that he would have tried
anyways, before the sandy haired youth was upon him, his hands finally tasting the
bare flesh that they so craved.
He hardly wasted any time on Roy's torso- Al's hands, seemingly with a mind of thier
own, went downwards, over his belly and down between his legs, pausing briefly to
curl some of the the older man's curly black hairs softly around his finger.
Roy bit his lip softly, moaning his lover's name thru tightly clenched teeth. His
eyes rolled back, his vision blurry with lust. Al took the man in his hand and
stroked, gently and softly as first. He leaned his head down, hovering mere inches
above him, taking in his scents. He was sweaty and musky- the scent of his shampoo
and soap quickly overpowered by salt and by need.
Al's mouth opened, and Roy closed his eyes, gripping the sheets under him in sheer
desperation. Slowly the younger man lowered his mouth over his lover and encased him
in the warmth of his throat. He stayed there a moment, to let Roy get used to the
sensation of his most intimate region engorged inside his mouth, then he started to
move, up and down.
His hand moved in time with his mouth, his grip tight around the base of his length,
stroking harder now. His mouth covered the tip, his tongue grazing against the
sensitive underside, up to the tip, then back down again. Roy groaned and bucked his
hips, his knuckles white, the sheets straining to keep together under the man's iron
grip.
Al was used to the bucking, and he stood up, giving himself more leeway, more give
to his movements. He rode the bucking, using it to his advange. He stroked harder
and longer, his mouth tightning around him, making a solid seal.
"Rrrrf... so close..." Roy hissed, his eyes shut tight. Al smiled, working faster, suckling on the tip of his lover's length, his tongue eagerly licking at the droplets that were forming faster- salty and sweet on the end of his tastebuds.
"Mmmmm... AAAAAAAL!" Roy's body convulsed, his bach arched high, he yelled out his lovers name as the orgasm hit him. Al swallowed down as fast as he could, small trickles of white trailing down the sides of his mouth. He grimaced- still not totally use to the bitter saltiness, but he took almost all of it, riding the waving of his lover's pleasure. he moved with Roy untill he collapsed back onto the bed, panting.
When Roy had enough energy to open his eyes, which could have been a minute or an hour later, her wasnt sure, he saw Al hovering over him, holding him gently. He leaned up and kissed the younger man and manged a weak smile.
"Have I told you yet that you are amazing?"
Al blushed badly, and smiled back down at Roy. "Well, yeah, but it is nice to hear. I am glad you enjoyed that." He leaned down, giving Roy a soft kiss on the lips.
"But... what about you. Al? I.. can't have all the fun." Despite the sincerity in Roy's voice, Al could tell that he was way too tired to do much at all at the moment.
"It is okay, Roy. I.. kinda got excited with all of that." He turned an even deeper shade of red and looked down at his boxer shorts, where the tenting was already starting to go down. They were stained and dark, sticking sharply to all of his curves.
"That is another reason that I love youth." Roy smiled, smirking just a little. "Even pleasing someone else is enough for you to make a mess. It is a shame I didn't get to do it myself. I guess I will owe you one later."
Al leaned down and kissed him one more time. a huge smile on his face.
"Well, maybe after breakfast."