Series Rating:: PG - NC-17
Main Characters:Edward Elric, Jean Havoc
Other Characters: Various other members of the Peanut Gallery called Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count: 1, 332
Warning Yaoi; consensual, underaged sex (well, maybe it's underaged to some); potential overdosing of crrrrack.
Synopsis: I’m wrong. Just wrong.
Author's Notes: Companion/Sequel to Games Without Frontiers. I think you can read this without having read that (especially if you’re not into het!fic), but perhaps you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.</a>
The story is completely AU. My own little private timeline; my own private little world. Yeah, and, just to add, my own little crackpot theories. If ever there are any spoilers, I will place the appropriate warnings. Commentary is certainly welcome and tends to make me go “you like me! you really like me!”
Part 30: Maintain Your Charm: Same Time, Maintain Your Halo
Ed had this lazy way of rolling his hips while Jean sucked on him, a way that absolutely drove Jean wild. It belied all of the wild, barely-contained energy that Jean knew lay beneath the surface of the young man beneath him. It told him more than anything that Ed was finally beginning to trust him, to feel comfortable enough with him to finally relax while under Jean’s rather eager tutelage.
It had taken a while to get to this point, months of convincing, weeks of stiff, contemplative silences and thorough explanations prior to action. After he came back from the hospital though, it seemed that Ed had allowed himself to simply let go and let Jean teach him.
This led Jean to the conclusion that he could try something new, something that he had hesitated to attempt up until that moment.
Murmuring something unintelligible, Jean fumbled behind him for the small bottle he’d placed just out of Ed’s line of sight. He bobbed his head once and, with only a bit of clumsiness, opened the cork top, pulling it around and dipping one finger inside. Quite convenient the way they made these bottles in that little shop; just big enough for one digit to fit inside. Perfect for what he had in mind.
“H-hey…” Ed stammered in between hitched breaths, “you made sure the d-door is locked, ri − ah − right?”
Jean lifted his head just long enough to grin in Ed’s face. “You think I’m crazy?” he said, chuckling. “I think Al was scarred for about a week the last time.”
“Good.” Ed lowered his head back and sighed when Jean’s lips closed around him and took him in once again.
The Fullmetal Alchemist was a pure hedonist. Who would have thought he, so obsessed and intensely focused on pursuits of the mind, would become such a slave to his senses so quickly. Jean felt Ed’s fingers − both flesh and automail − fluttering over his shoulders, as if absorbing something from his skin.
A hedonist? Big word, sport.
Jean almost groaned aloud. Not you. Just shut up.
You gonna write a sonnet to him next?
You know what? I don’t know why I bother letting you have a voice.
Because you know I know what I’m talking about. Speaking of which, could you move it along? The quicker you get to the finger stuff, the quicker we can get to what comes next.
If you don’t SHUT UP, we ain’t going anywhere!
Well. Shutting up now, sir.
Jean took the moment of distraction to run a finger over Ed’s balls and down, to the soft patch of skin beneath. Rubbing in a slow, circular motion, he listened for the cadence of Ed’s breath to change, from pure arousal to… there it was, the tiny hint of curiosity, just underneath. He didn’t bother with much of a preamble; he knew that would cause Ed to actually think and that would be a detriment to what he was planning. It was easier, with Ed to do and not discuss.
He ran his finger lazily around the tight pucker and felt when Ed stiffened slightly. He hummed, knowing the vibration would distract him completely. Ed’s stifled groan and the twitch of his hips let him know he’d succeeded, and as those hips moved up, he pushed with his finger and it sank in to the first knuckle. Easy as that.
“H-hey!” Ed stammered, planting his feet and raising his head. “What the−”
Jean lifted his head again. “Take it easy,” he said slowly. “Remember, you trust me, right?”
“Yeah, but… ow, that hurts!”
“Only for a moment.” He felt Ed tense around him and couldn’t move his finger much further without force. “Relax… just relax. You want to get to the next step, right?”
Ed stopped all motion and stared down at Jean’s half-smiling face. “You mean, you’re gonna−” Ed gulped.
Jean shook his head, and mischievously gave Ed’s cock a negligent lick. Over the hiss, he said, “Not yet. We’re gonna work our way up to that. For now − if you relax − I can give you a quick taste of how it could go down.”
“I don’t… know…”
“Ed…” Jean whispered, letting his breath slide over Ed’s cock, knowing that the warmth would melt him like butter. “Trust… remember?”
Ed moaned and lowered his head again. But Jean could hear him thinking, which was unfortunate, but he was almost there anyway and he wasn’t backing down. He wriggled his finger a bit and felt Ed give just a bit, probably a physical reflex. It was all he needed to push a bit more and before Ed could even register, he was all the way in.
He worked the finger for a few short strokes, taking his cue from the tension in Ed’s body. When he felt the younger man starting to relax, he started moving more smoothly, a slow motion that usually drove him berserk when someone did it to him.
Then he pulled out the secret weapon. Hooking his finger slightly, he moved it, finding what he wanted with ease. One flick and he felt Ed shudder beneath him.
He leaned up and gave the alchemist a smile full of teeth. “Got it now?”
Ed just blinked up at him. He twisted his finger again and watched those lashes flutter shut and Ed’s head twist to the side, as if it were following the trail of his touch.
“Just a little more…” Jean said and lowered his mouth over Ed’s straining cock once more. Just like walking and chewing gum, he thought. Like smoking and shooting.
Which was exactly what Ed did with the next flick of his finger. He stiffened and gave a short, compact shout before shooting straight into the back of Jean’s throat. Jean swallowed reflexively, even as he withdrew his finger and grabbed Ed’s hips between his hands and sucked, pulling every drop from the quivering body.
As soon as it was over, Ed did what he usually did − melted into a sodden puddle in the middle of Jean’s bed, panting and heaving, glassy-eyed and silent. Jean used to watch him in this moment after, wondering what was going through Ed’s mind. It look like he was actually recording the feeling for later reference.
Jean shook his head and rolled onto his back, resting his arm over his eyes for a moment. Knowing Ed, he probably was.
He heard the shifting of sheets next to him and turned his head to watch as, eyes heavy, Ed rose to a seated position. Ed blinked at him some more, as if he were gathering the words together in his brain into a coherent pattern.
Then he said. “That was… wow.”
Jean nodded. “Yeah. I know.”
Ed leaned back on his hands. After a short while, he suddenly turned to Jean with a wicked grin. “Do I get to do that to you now? Equivalence and all that, you know.”