Havoc Appreciation Week: 24 April- Strip Havoc Naked Day
Title: Havoc Appreciation Week: 24 April- Strip Havoc Naked Day
Author: Seaweed_FMA
Characters: Jean Havoc x (a surprise)
Word Count: 775
Rating: Light R for some nudity (duh)
Summary: Trust is not easily given, or easily taken.
Warnings: No spoilers, but light nudity.
“I don't get it, what's this about?”
“Just put it on.”
“Okay.” Jean smiled and put the blindfold on.
“Make sure you can't see out of it.”
“I can't. Now, what am I supposed to do? You didn't even let me take my uniform off.”
“That's exactly the point.”
The blond was silent, but a mischevious grin came to his face. So, that's how they're going to play, huh? Well, he was game.
“Okay, sit.”
“Yes, sir.” He sat on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he heard and felt nothing, then his left boot was removed, quickly followed by his right, and then both of his thick, dark socks.
“Stand.”
Yes, sir.”
His body stiffened when his lover reached around his thighs and undid the 'butt skirt'. He felt the rub of the fabric between his legs, which pulled a low groan from his lips.
“S-sir..”
“Quiet, soldier. You still have a long way to go.”
“Yes, sir.”
Havoc stood, stock still. His trained ears strained for a sound to give a hint as to what his lover was going to do next. It was torture, having to wait to find out. He was trying not to get too excited yet, but he could already feel a warm stirring growing in his belly.
How long had it been? Probably no more than a minute, but it seemed like an eternity. He wanted his lover to touch him again. Were they just standing there, watching him wiggle anxiously? He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Lieutenant? You looked like someone poured insects down your pants.”
“Just.. waiting for you, sir.” He could swear that he could almost feel the smirk on his lover's face through the blindfold.
A hand reached between the striken Lieutenant's legs, lingering just a moment longer than nescessary before undoing the button on and zipper on his military pants. He groaned slightly, feeling himself starting to come to life.
“Why, Lieutenant. I think you may be enjoying this.”
Jean couldn't help but chuckle. “I thought that was the point of this, sir.”
“Well, I suppose it is. But.. I'm going to keep those boxers on for a while.” Havoc wasn't quite able to hold back his groan of dissappointment.
“Don't worry, Lieutenant. I promise I'll get to the good stuff... eventually.”
“Yes, sir.”
Havoc could feel the exhalations of his lover close to his face as they leaned in and opened the two buttons on his jacket. As soon as the breath was there, it was gone, and so was his jacket, left to the unknown fate of the rest of his clothing.
A fire burned in his belly, and he moaned again when a rough, calloused hand ran down his tight black shirt, stopping at the edge of his boxers.
“P-p-lease...sir..”
“Now, now. It's so ungentlemanly to beg. That makes me less likely to oblidge.”
He hung his head and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. “I'm sorry sir, please forgive me.”
“Well, I suppose I can forgive you this time. You're kind of cute when you beg.” His lover wasted no time in pulling offf his black shirt, his metal dog tags tinkling together and causing him to hiss slightly when the cold metal his his bare chest.
“Mmm... such a handsome figure you are...” Those hands, hands that were used to killing, he could feel them move over his chest, across his nipples, and down his abs, stopping at the small patch of thin blond hair that led from his belly downwards.
“S...sir..” He didn't want to beg, but he was aching with need, and it didn't seem like he was going to get it any time soon.
“You really have no patience, do you, Lieutenant? I am going to have to work on that.” He heard a soft sigh, then finally, a hand gripped at the waistband of his boxer shorts and none too gently pulled them down.
“Mmm.. well, it seems that someone really doesn't want to wait, do they?” Havoc breathed a sigh of relief when the pressure was released around his erection. “And so well endowed, too.” A finger traced down the length, causing him to shiver.
“Now that we have those pesky clothes out of the way, the fun can really start.”
“Yes, sir.”
A smile filled the Lieutenant's face. Whenever he spent an evening in the company of Brigadeer General Olivier Armstrong, it was always an interesting time.
Jean Havoc Appreciation Week
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Author: Seaweed_FMA
Characters: Jean Havoc x (a surprise)
Word Count: 775
Rating: Light R for some nudity (duh)
Summary: Trust is not easily given, or easily taken.
Warnings: No spoilers, but light nudity.
“I don't get it, what's this about?”
“Just put it on.”
“Okay.” Jean smiled and put the blindfold on.
“Make sure you can't see out of it.”
“I can't. Now, what am I supposed to do? You didn't even let me take my uniform off.”
“That's exactly the point.”
The blond was silent, but a mischevious grin came to his face. So, that's how they're going to play, huh? Well, he was game.
“Okay, sit.”
“Yes, sir.” He sat on the edge of the bed. For a moment, he heard and felt nothing, then his left boot was removed, quickly followed by his right, and then both of his thick, dark socks.
“Stand.”
Yes, sir.”
His body stiffened when his lover reached around his thighs and undid the 'butt skirt'. He felt the rub of the fabric between his legs, which pulled a low groan from his lips.
“S-sir..”
“Quiet, soldier. You still have a long way to go.”
“Yes, sir.”
Havoc stood, stock still. His trained ears strained for a sound to give a hint as to what his lover was going to do next. It was torture, having to wait to find out. He was trying not to get too excited yet, but he could already feel a warm stirring growing in his belly.
How long had it been? Probably no more than a minute, but it seemed like an eternity. He wanted his lover to touch him again. Were they just standing there, watching him wiggle anxiously? He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Lieutenant? You looked like someone poured insects down your pants.”
“Just.. waiting for you, sir.” He could swear that he could almost feel the smirk on his lover's face through the blindfold.
A hand reached between the striken Lieutenant's legs, lingering just a moment longer than nescessary before undoing the button on and zipper on his military pants. He groaned slightly, feeling himself starting to come to life.
“Why, Lieutenant. I think you may be enjoying this.”
Jean couldn't help but chuckle. “I thought that was the point of this, sir.”
“Well, I suppose it is. But.. I'm going to keep those boxers on for a while.” Havoc wasn't quite able to hold back his groan of dissappointment.
“Don't worry, Lieutenant. I promise I'll get to the good stuff... eventually.”
“Yes, sir.”
Havoc could feel the exhalations of his lover close to his face as they leaned in and opened the two buttons on his jacket. As soon as the breath was there, it was gone, and so was his jacket, left to the unknown fate of the rest of his clothing.
A fire burned in his belly, and he moaned again when a rough, calloused hand ran down his tight black shirt, stopping at the edge of his boxers.
“P-p-lease...sir..”
“Now, now. It's so ungentlemanly to beg. That makes me less likely to oblidge.”
He hung his head and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. “I'm sorry sir, please forgive me.”
“Well, I suppose I can forgive you this time. You're kind of cute when you beg.” His lover wasted no time in pulling offf his black shirt, his metal dog tags tinkling together and causing him to hiss slightly when the cold metal his his bare chest.
“Mmm... such a handsome figure you are...” Those hands, hands that were used to killing, he could feel them move over his chest, across his nipples, and down his abs, stopping at the small patch of thin blond hair that led from his belly downwards.
“S...sir..” He didn't want to beg, but he was aching with need, and it didn't seem like he was going to get it any time soon.
“You really have no patience, do you, Lieutenant? I am going to have to work on that.” He heard a soft sigh, then finally, a hand gripped at the waistband of his boxer shorts and none too gently pulled them down.
“Mmm.. well, it seems that someone really doesn't want to wait, do they?” Havoc breathed a sigh of relief when the pressure was released around his erection. “And so well endowed, too.” A finger traced down the length, causing him to shiver.
“Now that we have those pesky clothes out of the way, the fun can really start.”
“Yes, sir.”
A smile filled the Lieutenant's face. Whenever he spent an evening in the company of Brigadeer General Olivier Armstrong, it was always an interesting time.
Jean Havoc Appreciation Week
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day