Uwa....

Well, here goes... I'm nessa_bean. *waves, smiling shyly* And I'm going to be brave and post my very first fic online. Uhm... so... here goes.

Name: Lolli
Author: nessa_bean
Pairing: RoyEd
Warnings: First fic online. Oddness. Lollipops. Smex.
Rating: R. Not really worksafe.

There was no way that the boy didn’t know what he was doing. Edward had to be aware. Teasing wasn’t off limits with them – it was only when foreplay drew out for more than twenty minutes that the spitfire blonde whipped out his temper full-force – but this…

This had to be too much.

Naturally dark eyes seemed to darken even more and Roy Mustang was forced to lace his fingers together tightly and plant his feet on the floor. He couldn’t act on this feeling now… Not while Riza was talking about paperwork he needed to do – Why was she only bothering him, and letting the others do what they pleased, anyway? – and not while Havoc, and the other boys were playing cards just a few feet away. Edward was in this group, golden eyes watching intently as he waited for his turn to come around.

And as he waited, that damnable lollipop kept his attention as well.

Roy had no idea, really, where Edward had gotten the lollipop or who had given it to him, but he both cursed and blessed the situation, knowing that he couldn’t exactly ravish the boy right then and there, while also glad that he was able to get to see this display that Edward was so inadvertently giving him.

A small pink tongue rolled over the sweet, making Roy nearly purr when he remembered where else that tongue had been and wishing it could be there again. What nearly pulled a moan from his throat – it turned out to be a soft whimper, which caused Riza to look at him oddly before continuing to talk – was when Edward put the lollipop in his mouth, sucking on it while laying out the next cards he wanted to, telling the others they were three fours and gaining a wary look from the others.

“Bullshit,” Jean murmured tentatively, chewing on his cigarette, only to get treated to one of the teenager’s crooked, sultry grins.

“Pick up those cards, baby,” drawled Edward, leaning back in his chair and taking hold of the stick for his lollipop, taking it from his mouth and licking it slowly. Roy noticed the way that Jean stared at the sight for a moment, a feeling of possessive jealousy appearing in his chest and a frown turning his lips down. When did Jean get the right to stare at the boy like that, hm?

And there went another rule out the window. He’d broke two of theirs..

No staring. People notice that, ya moron. Duh.

Don’t get jealous, or anything. It’s dumb. I don’t want anyone else.

“Colonel.” Hawkeye’s voice was sharp; the click of her safety going off was just as attention grabbing. “Please stop fantasizing about your freedom, and listen, sir.” He pouted a little, then sighed, deciding that the sooner he listened, the faster she would leave him be.

Of course, his attention could not be distracted for very long. Somewhere in the midst of Riza informing him about a meeting with General Hakuro – what did that man want to see him about now? Probably something about toilet paper, with his luck – he got distracted again, dark gaze going to the blonde spitfire, who was currently leaning across the table in attempt to strangle Jean. Roy guessed that Edward had taken a comment as a jab at his height, thus bringing about this homicidal fit.

Finally, the blonde sat down again – depriving him a view of that wonderful ass – huffing and biting down lightly on his lollipop, not enough to break it but enough to get a few loud clicks of his teeth on it. “Just set down the damn cards, Havoc,” he growled. His voice was husky when he was annoyed… but Roy knew when it was huskier, knew just what places to touch, to kiss, to bite to make that boy moan from somewhere deep in his chest, and he was damn proud to know such things. Not too many people had the ability to figure out what made FullMetal tick.

His typical smirk had curled on his lips when Edward glanced at him, eyes narrowed slightly in a predatory gaze as he stared at the pink lips that were wrapped around that lollipop. Golden eyes blinked a few times, and blonde eyebrows rose, a curious expression on Edward’s face. Then he smirked, just a tiny bit, tilting his head towards the door. Roy nodded just slightly, inwardly doing a victory dance. He had the boy for his own again.

“Well, I gotta head out,” sighed Edward, setting down his cards and getting to his feet, stretching languidly. The other men stared at him for a moment, before all turning glares on Roy. They knew, of course… Roy simply was too bold and too open, in his own strange way, to keep such… interesting information from his men. Riza, too, looked less than pleased, though she knew there was nothing she could do to stop the Colonel from getting what he wanted. The man was just too damn slippery, sometimes.

A deep frown appeared on Falman’s face and he opened his mouth to protest to the two leaving, ready to launch into tirade of rules, regulations, and law, and to scold the two of them for breaking such things. They were basically sacred, after all! But Jean quickly silenced the man by ‘accidentally’ spilling his coffee in Falman’s lap, immediately pretending to be so terribly sorry, let me get you a towel!

Edward left first, strolling from the office with his usual saunter; hands in his pockets and coat draped over one arm. But he knew was going to be followed by Roy, so he added a little extra sway to his hips, relaxed his shoulders and didn’t bother brushing away the hair that hung in his face. Roy didn’t like pristine appearances when it came to lovers, especially when it was Edward. He’d always joked that he wanted to fuck a boy, not a soldier, making a play on their situation, despite both of them knowing the severity of their crimes and the great consequences that would come of them being found out before Edward turned eighteen.
But that wasn’t going to be pondered over at the moment. What was predominantly on Edward’s mind was that he could feel Roy’s gaze on his ass as they walked, which made him grin quite proudly. He made his way towards they’re most common rendezvous in the HQ building – a closet, not too big, but not too small, filled with old books and files and a bookshelf that Edward could sit on and be at the same height as Roy.

Hell, he could still remember when they’d found the closet, not too long after he had decided to lay with Roy for the first time. Roy had given the closet a once over, then scowled and decreed it too small. Then he had looked at Edward, and simply smirked and drawled, “Well, perhaps not…” This had led to Edward beating Roy to his knees, then receiving the best blowjob known to man (and he stuck by this belief). It had been a favorite spot ever since.

Not a minute after the hall was clear and the closet was in sight, large hands slid down his sides, caressing lightly, teasingly, making a shiver rattle down his spine, making the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. But he laughed when one of those hands came to rest on his ass, squeezing gently through the leather of his pants. “Molester,” he whispered, teasing good-naturedly around his lollipop and looking over his shoulder, smirking up at Roy. Roy simply leaned down, running his tongue over the seam of the blonde’s lips.

“You know you like it,” murmured the older man as soon as he stood up straight again, loving the flush that had stained Edward’s cheeks and the way the boy’s eyes had darkened, just a little. “To the closet, now…” It didn’t take much coaxing to get Edward into the closet, especially since Edward was the one who locked the door with alchemy behind them. A moment later, and their bodies were pressed together, hips rubbing, grinding, creating a delicious friction that drew a soft moan from the small teen.

“Give me this…” The whisper made Edward open his eyes, and his lips parted when the stick for his lollipop was tugged on. He watched as Roy put it in his mouth instead, blinking a few times. “No wonder you were enjoying it so damned much. Strawberry. You’re obsessed, boy…” A quiet laugh came from Edward, before he was suddenly kissed thoroughly, Roy holding the lollipop in one hand. Roy’s tongue doesn’t request permission to go past his lips, it simply does so, pressing and taking, stroking and touching, exploring and plundering.

A slight jump was his first response when he felt the stickiness of the candy trail down his throat slowly, even as he was being kissed. Then he mewled quietly into Roy’s mouth, nudging the older man’s tongue away. “What’re you…”

“Shh…” Golden eyes narrowed just a little, as Edward was never one to accept commands, but any protest on his tongue was silenced as Roy promptly put a finger in the boy’s mouth, curling it just slightly to press on Edward’s tongue. After a moment of gnawing lightly on the digit, never really enough to hurt, Edward began to suck on it, just a little. Another moan – Roy loved the sounds the boy made – came from him when he felt the older man’s tongue on his throat, licking away the faint hint of sweetness left behind by the lollipop.

For a few moments, things blurred. He remembered fumbling at Roy’s shirt buttons after angrily shoving the heavy military jacket off, while Roy himself tried to tug off the black jacket he was wearing, after he had shoved the sucker into Edward’s mouth. Then he was being lifted onto that perfect bookshelf, and his pants were being yanked down around his ankles, and Roy was cursing his boots, before tugging those off.

All too soon was Edward naked atop the shelf, a panting, blushing, trembling teenager who wanted nothing more than for his lover to just get his ass over here now. And Roy was entirely too happy to oblige. He was shirtless and a tiny bit flushed, his eyes impossibly dark and his pants far too tight. Those eyes skimmed over the boy in front of him with an appreciative gaze, while his hands took his time in undoing his pants, letting them slide down his hips a little, but not removing them entirely.

Hands patting at his pockets, Roy searched for the small vial of oil he had taken to carrying at all times – who knew when Edward was going to pounce on him next? Edward whimpered softly, squirming with impatient anticipation, his legs spread wantonly for Roy with his erection standing proudly at attention. To appease the boy, Roy leaned down, one hand sliding up to rest on Edward’s hip and tongue darting out to slowly lick away the precum gathered at the tip. The keening sound that came from the boy above him was simply delectable, making him rumble softly in pleasure.

Finally, he found the vial and set it on the counter next to Edward, letting it clink loudly so the boy knew where it was and wouldn’t push it over during his squirming. At the same time, he brought the sucker back into play, pulling it from Edward’s mouth gently and putting it back in his own for a moment, slicking it well. Then he slowly trailed it down the boy’s chest, following the sweet stickiness with his tongue until he reached Edward’s navel. Here his tongue dipped in, pushing gently, making the boy laugh a bit breathlessly – Edward had a few strange ticklish spots like this.

But he felt automail thump against his hip a little, Edward’s foot tapping out a slightly annoyed rhythm, so he continued on, licking leisurely at the skin just above the patch of wiry blonde curls, making the boy whimper. Instead of continuing down, his tongue moved to the left, trailing over the curve of one hip, and he paused there to nibble on the skin just over the slight jut of the bone, which led to Edward gasping in such a lovely manner – he’d learned almost every noise that the teenager made during foreplay and during sex by now and had never tired of hearing them.

There was another impatient tap on his hip, so he trailed his mouth further, kissing lightly at Edward’s thigh, then pushing the boy’s legs further apart, nipping at the tendon that was oh-so-close to where the fiery blonde wanted his attention to be – that didn’t mean he had to listen, of course, because teasing was his favorite game and Edward’s most abhorred event, which was all the more reason for him to partake of it.

“Fuck, Roy, come on,” insisted Edward on a hiss, head tilting back and eyes closing as he spread his legs more. The boy was immediately rewarded for such a sensuous image, as Roy began to slowly lick up the underside of his cock, making him release a breathy moan, muscles in his abdomen clenching.

Roy continued on, knowing exactly what sound Edward would make when he closed his lips over the leaking head – there it was, that shaky whimper – and what the boy would do when his tongue pressed into the slit at the very tip – small hands, metal and flesh, buried in his hair, as the boy nearly sobbed in pleasure. Not only was the chance to be with this boy addicting, the chance to elicit these reactions from Edward was just as tempting and ensnaring.

The man took more into his mouth when he felt Edward’s left leg shifting – he knew that if he didn’t keep up a relatively quick pace, it would earn him a swift kick from that automail leg, and he had already had enough bruises gained from such an event. A moan came from the small alchemist, and fingers held on all the tighter to his hair, though he wasn’t really bothered, entirely used to having his hair pulled by now. The light suction he had started became a bit stronger, making the boy squirm and whimper, flesh leg lifting to hook over Roy’s shoulder a bit awkwardly, until Roy shrugged it up further.

These actions continued, Roy just sucking gently, teasing and taunting the teenager, which made Edward irritated after only a few minutes. He growled softly, eyes opening a little to glare down at the older man and automail leg pressing against Roy’s side as a mild threat. “Roy…” he hissed, only to moan pitifully when the Colonel’s mouth moved away from his cock, trying to pull Roy back. The older man simply shook Edward’s hands from his hair and, a moment later, popped open the cork to the bottle of oil.

Immediately – he swore it was instinct now – Edward shifted his legs apart further, though he made sure to keep his leg on Roy’s shoulder. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall behind him, just waiting. And, soon enough, he felt one oil-slicked, warm finger prodding gently at his entrance, the sphincter immediately tensing up. But he made himself relax, something that wasn’t too hard to do nowadays, and felt Roy’s finger slide in slowly up to the first joint, then the second…

A purr came from Roy when he heard the boy moan in a breathy manner, letting Edward’s noises tell him when he was doing the right thing. From here, preparation moved quickly. He began to move his fingers, and soon enough was adding a second, then a third, the teenager moaning and mewling, pushing down to meet each movement from his hand, letting him know the boy was ready enough.

The oil was slicked onto his hardened shaft, but not by his own hands. Edward had picked up the oil and was doing it for him, his touches almost teasing, and a lazy smirk curled on the teenager’s lips. Flesh fingers were hot, delivering needed friction and pressure against his already heated skin, and Roy had to bite his bottom lip to keep from moaning, knowing that that would only boost Edward’s ego, something that was already beginning to border dangerously on rivaling his own.

“C’mon, Mustang. Let me have my ride, already,” drawled the blonde teen, finally moving those tempting, teasing fingers away, a smirk curling on his lips as he watched the older man with those haunting golden eyes. Roy opened his eyes, imparting a mild glare on Edward for that terrible play on words – the boy seemed to delight in them, always finding some way to reference cowboys and his last name. Then he moved, adjusting their positions so they would both be comfortable, more or less.

Edward was draped over the bookshelf with Roy’s jacket underneath him for some measure of comfort, his rear in air, presented quite nicely to Roy, who, of course, couldn’t resist giving it a good smack, which made Edward mewl in pain and pleasure. Then large hands cupped the teen’s rear, squeezing gently, before Roy lay over the blonde, his chest pressed to Edward’s back. Sturdy as ever, Edward adjusted so he would be comfortable with Roy’s weight.

A moment later, a slight burning, stretching, filling, and they were connected, twin moans coming from them both in nearly the same breath. Then, through unspoken agreement, they began to move.

Edward moaned again at the feel of Roy’s cock moving within him, flesh toes curling and head bowing as his cheeks turned a vibrant red color. Pleasure coursed through him like fire, as though Roy had snapped his fingers, dipping through his veins and warming his blood.

Roy, in turn, moaned because of the tightness of the blonde around him, the feel of being within this boy, of being able to turn that fiery spirit into fiery passion. Another moan came from him when he heard his name fall from Edward’s lips and he began to gradually move himself faster, rocking his hips at a steady pace, listening to the array of sounds that came from the teen beneath him. Edward was just as vocal in sex as he was in every day life, though he was definitely quieter, his sounds more breathy.

“Fuck, Roy, stop thinking,” gasped out Edward, fingers curling into the bookcase. Roy laughed breathlessly, and gave in, beginning to piston his hips forward, thrusting into the small body beneath him, loving the shivers and tremors of pleasure that went through Edward. His fingers held on tightly to Edward’s hips, pulling the boy back against him to add to the friction and to make movement easier. Edward didn’t resist him – rather, he did his best to move back, letting himself be pulled and pushed.

And, as if the movement alone wasn’t enough, the blonde boy’s sounds made Roy shiver. Throaty moans, breathy sighs, keening whines, pleasured whimpers… Edward had a whole range of noises, and he never held any of them back – a few times, Roy had needed to gag the boy, not harshly of course, just enough that they wouldn’t be caught because of how vocal Edward was.

Ah, but now he was getting distracted again, and the growls coming from Edward let him know the blonde was getting irritated, so he picked up his pace as a sort of apology, gaining a lovely, low moan from the blonde. One of his hands moved from Edward’s hip to travel up that muscled back, stroking scarred skin, tracing a few of those scars, hearing Edward hiss softly and feeling him squirm a little beneath the touches.

“Harder,” growled Edward, hands clawing lightly at the bookshelf, toes stretching for the floor, muscles tightening for a brief moment. “Faster, dammit…” Roy laughed softly, a bit breathlessly, used to such commands from the small blonde during times like this, and he almost never listened, taking his time. His hands tightened slightly on slender hips, restricting the control that Edward had in this situation now. The boy yowled his protest, though there was really nothing he could do with his power surrendered now, much to his irritation.

Edward could feel the delicious friction of Roy moving inside of him, at a slow and steady pace – the older man was definitely taking advantage of this. The tiny blonde couldn’t stop the breathy, almost pleading moan that escaped his parted lips, and the chuckle from the man above him told him that it hadn’t been able to go undetected.

“All right, my blonde…” Edward bristled a little at the address, but was glad that Roy was finally going to take this further. A moment later, Roy had to clap a hand over Edward’s mouth when the blonde cried out in pleasure, just barely muffling the sound. It was amusing and wonderful just how responsive the small alchemist could be – and he was in loud in sex as he was in real life. Not that Roy was complaining, of course. There was a definite ego boost involved in getting this prodigy to scream his name.

The pace continued to build, until Roy had to place his other hand on the bookshelf to keep it from rocking with their movements. Edward cried out against his palm, not bothering to even try to keep quiet – and he didn’t just yell. Oh, no, that boy kept up his entire range of sounds. Yelping, gasping, moaning, groaning, whimpering, mewling… Each sound was taken in, savored, by Roy, because he knew they were all for him.

“Touch me, damn it!” howled Edward, turning his head to glare at Roy with lust-darkened eyes, cheeks hot and flushed beneath Roy’s fingertips. Roy blinked a bit dazedly at him, before smiling crookedly.

“It’ll rock,” murmured the older man, patting the bookshelf, before doing as he was told, moving his hand. His fingers – rubbed soft by the rough material of his ignition gloves – slid down over Edward’s hip and thigh, before moving between those slender, muscular legs. For a moment, he gave in to temptation and reached back to feel with his fingers his own cock penetrating this small, beautiful body, the touch making Edward whine softly and squirm a little.

Finally, Edward’s demands were obeyed and he fisted the blonde’s cock, tugging carefully, making Edward moan all the more. Soon, with some measure of concentration, Roy managed to keep up their pace of moving together while also stroking Edward at the same speed. Edward continued to make his noises to let Roy know how much he appreciated that.

The warmth coiling tighter and tighter in both of their bellies let them know that things were getting close to coming to completion. Edward gasped for breath, breathing hot and harsh against Roy’s hand, while Roy’s thrusts began to become more and more erratic and a bit rough, something that Edward didn’t really mind. “C’mon…” rasped the blonde, arching up a little, pushing back against Roy.

Now, each thrust lifted the blonde’s hips slightly, Roy’s hand finally moving away from the blonde’s mouth so he could clutch at one hip, yanking Edward back onto him. His other hand continued to move over the boy’s cock. This kept up until he felt Edward tense up, felt those muscles become even tighter around his own cock. He brushed his thumb over the tip of Edward, and the near-scream that reached his ears was positively beautiful. Hot fluid splashed over his fingertips, the small body beneath him shivered and trembled in rapture, and he heard his name fall continuously from those lush lips.

Finally, he was free to please himself. Edward never minded, encouraged him, in fact, to just use him once the blonde was finished. So Roy took hold of those hips that he loved to tickle on occasion and pulled Edward back, thrusting his hips forward at the same time and moaning loudly. “God, Edward…” he gasped out, continuing this, thrusting into the small body beneath him, feeling himself peaking, peaking, and then, finally, tumbling. A gasp of pleasure came from the older man, his head thrown back as he pushed forward once more and spilled his release into the golden teen

Soon enough, a lazy, sated feeling had settled over both of them, Roy still panting softly by the time Edward had recovered enough to sit up and look over his shoulder at the Colonel. “Shall I ego-boost you now…?” he asked, grinning a little. A breathless laugh came from Roy, who, of course, looked calm and composed as ever, despite having just finished having sex with a wily blonde. He shook his head, though, not really needing any sort of boost after such… wonderful responses from Edward.

Slowly, the older man removed himself from the teen, listening to the breathy gasp that came from Edward when he did so. “So… shall we head back, so you can continue your card game…?” he asked, running his hand down the boy’s back. Edward hummed softly, sitting up slowly and coming to stand, wincing a little at his slightly sore muscles. But, he turned around, and placed his hands Roy’s chest, shaking his head a little. “Actually, I think not..”

Roy’s eyebrows rose slightly as he ran a hand down the boy’s hair. “What, then?” he asked, curious as to what Edward could want.

“I think you can take me to the candy store and get me a new sucker.”



And there she is. *smiles shyly*

For my deary, xdcx