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Written for theme #23, "Preventing Hypothermia" at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Title: The Cold and the Rain
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raja815
Pairing/Fandom:Jean Havoc/ Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: Very hard R
Word Count: 1391
Warnings Fluff and a li'l bit o' porn
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Jean stepped out of the shower, aggressively toweling his hair. What with his hair’s natural predisposition for fluffing itself, when he pulled the towel away to scowl at the rain drumming the window, the angles it defied were really kind of spectacular.
He rummaged through the drawer under Roy’s bathroom sink for his comb, still scowling at the rain, and at the memory of the freezing cold droplets pounding him so violently that he’d been wet through and shivering in the two minutes he’d been outside to grab the morning paper (which by that time had been a soggy, unreadable mess anyway.)
“Damn you anyway,” he mumbled to the rain, jerking the comb through a stubborn tangle. Not only had the rain rendered his favorite bathrobe obsolete until it managed to drip dry and spoiled the newspaper, it wasn’t going to make his other job of the morning any easier.
Namely getting his commanding officer out of bed and to work on time.
Jean had found, once he’d started spending his nights with Roy, that there were few things Roy liked better than sleeping late in the morning. Along with gaining new insight into his Colonel’s almost categorical lateness to work in the mornings as well as his fondness for napping, Jean had found the tendency endearing. It was nice to have a sleepy Roy to cuddle up to, after all. And he hadn’t even minded when the job of prying Roy from his cozy cocoon of blankets in the morning had been taken from Roy’s nickel-plated alarm clock and granted solely to Jean Havoc—he liked to kiss Roy awake and enjoy the sweet, sleepy first smile of the day he was nearly always granted.
Yes, reasoned Jean, as he tucked his towel around his waist and reentered the bedroom, shivering a bit at the chill and eyeing the tightly curled-up ball of three of four thick blankets (ironically, Roy was very cold-blooded in nature, it took a lot to keep him cozy) with a disheveled mop of shiny black hair protruding slightly from the top. Yes, he enjoyed the privilege of being the one to rouse his Roy every morning; he enjoyed it very much indeed.
But on days when the weather was bad…
“Chief?” Jean whispered softly, bending over to gently stroke Roy’s hair. “Time to get up.” He leaned over and kissed Roy’s forehead, the only portion of skin that was immediately visible. When Roy didn’t move, he did it again, gently caressing Roy’s soft eyebrows with his lips and stroking his hair away with one outstretched finger.
The ball of blankets moved slightly, and suddenly Roy’s eyes were visible, blinking slowly, dark and hazy with sleep.
“Good morning,” Jean murmured around his continued kisses, “ready for a shower? I’ll make some coffee—”
“Is it raining?” Roy’s normally deep voice was even deeper and sluggish with his sleep.
Damn.
“Just a little bit, boss.” The droplets hitting the window were the size of oranges. And not navel oranges, either. The big fucking ones that Jean didn’t like because their excessive juiciness made him dribble. “It’s not too bad.”
A peal of thunder so loud it rattled the empty water glass on Roy’s night table sounded across the sky, and had Jean not been busy trying to distract Roy, he would’ve glared at it. It was almost as if the damn storm was trying to make this difficult.
Roy grumbled, and suddenly his eyes and forehead disappeared back into his blanket shell, and the whole bundle rolled away.
“Oh, come on, Roy—”
“No,” the bundle grumped. “It’s cold and wet out there…”
“Don’t be childish—”
“I’m not being childish. I’m not getting out into the freeze and the rain, Jean. Point of fact. I’m going back to sleep.”
“What’s not childish about that?” Jean mumbled, climbing up onto the bed and crawling up beside his swaddled lover and stroking him through his blankets. “Come on, Roy, get up… take a shower and I’m sure it’ll have died down by then, you’ll just have to be out in it for a second—”
“Be quiet, Lieutenant, I’m asleep.”
“Come on, Roy, we’re already a bit late.”
“I’m asleep.”
“Oh, you are not,” Jean moaned, poking at Roy’s ribs (or, at least where he assumed Roy’s ribs were, it was difficult to tell with all the blankets.) He pulled the covers off of Roy, trying to disentangle him, rubbing gently at the skin he exposed as he did so. “Come on, Roy, if we’re late again, Hawkeye’s going to be annoyed—”
“She’ll undoubtedly be annoyed with me anyway, what with that report I didn’t finish yesterday. So, if I go to work, Hawkeye will be annoyed. If I’m late for work, Hawkeye will be annoyed. Ergo,” he pulled the blankets back over himself, “I should stay in bed.”
Jean sighed. “You really are impossible, Boss.” But he was impossible in an adorable sort of way, so Jean kissed his forehead again.
Roy made a small, pleased noise, disentangled his hand and bought it up to stroke Jean’s face. He seized Jean’s chin, and brought him down for a proper kiss.
Despite the sour morning-taste in Roy’s mouth, Jean hummed pleasantly, and kissed back, curling his arms around Roy, blankets and all, as Roy’s lips, warmer than his own, teased his mouth open and Roy’s teeth grazed his bottom lip.
They kissed for a while, Jean’s fingers finding their way to Roy’s hair, and Roy’s to the muscles of Jean’s shoulders. Roy whimpered a bit around Jean’s mouth, and stroked at Jean’s tongue with his own, sending a pleasant ripple of warmth all through Jean’s chest and stomach.
Jean pulled away suddenly, when a cold chill, in stark contrast to the warmth at his front, snaked across his back. He turned around and saw that the towel he’d loosely wrapped around his hips had slid off into a pile on the bed beside him.
Roy’s gaze followed Jean’s and he purred pleasantly.
“I don’t suppose you really want to go out in the rain either, do you, Lieutenant?” Roy said, peeling the blankets open enough so that Jean could join him, and damn if Jean found himself powerless to resist—not when Roy had a look like that in his eye.
Roy was warm all over, and pressing his slightly chill skin and growing erection against him felt like heaven. Roy’s arm’s tightened around him as he pulled the covers back over them both and kissed Jean.
“With it so wet and cold outside…” Roy whispered, with a swift kiss to Jean’s lip, “…the only real solution…” a soft brush of lips over his cheek, “…if for both of us to stay in bed…” a slow sweep of Roy’s tongue over the shell of his ear, “… all day long…” And the sudden, sharp thrust of Roy’s hips against his was enough to make Jean whimper.
“Well… maybe at least until it lets up,” Jean mumbled into Roy’s neck, feeling the warm, persistent pressure of Roy’s erection against his own as he sucked gently on his lover’s collarbone.
“Mmm,” Roy purred, rocking upward again. The heat coming off Roy’s erection was even warmer than his skin, and the friction of Roy’s cock siding against Jean’s made him arch his back and thrust.
They writhed that way together, kissing and touching each other, rolling back and forth, thrusting against one another in time to the steady beat of the freezing rain against the window. They slid against one another, sweaty bodies wrapped in Roy’s blankets a stark contrast to the chill in the room, the warmth in Jean’s stomach growing with every jolt of sensation of Roy’s cock on his, until the heat was too much and he came, the slickness of his semen on Roy making Roy’s final thrusts smooth and slippery against Jean before he joined his lover in orgasm, his face all tense and beautiful as he moaned Jean’s name over and over, gripping Jean and pulling him flush against his chest, a perfect position for the afterglow kisses and caresses that followed.
Yes, rain be damned, Jean very much enjoyed his task of waking Roy up for work in the morning. Even if maybe he wasn’t always the best at the “for work” side of things.
Written for theme #23, "Preventing Hypothermia" at
30_lemons.Title: The Cold and the Rain
Author:
raja815Pairing/Fandom:Jean Havoc/ Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: Very hard R
Word Count: 1391
Warnings Fluff and a li'l bit o' porn
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is © Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capitol benefit from this.
Jean stepped out of the shower, aggressively toweling his hair. What with his hair’s natural predisposition for fluffing itself, when he pulled the towel away to scowl at the rain drumming the window, the angles it defied were really kind of spectacular.
He rummaged through the drawer under Roy’s bathroom sink for his comb, still scowling at the rain, and at the memory of the freezing cold droplets pounding him so violently that he’d been wet through and shivering in the two minutes he’d been outside to grab the morning paper (which by that time had been a soggy, unreadable mess anyway.)
“Damn you anyway,” he mumbled to the rain, jerking the comb through a stubborn tangle. Not only had the rain rendered his favorite bathrobe obsolete until it managed to drip dry and spoiled the newspaper, it wasn’t going to make his other job of the morning any easier.
Namely getting his commanding officer out of bed and to work on time.
Jean had found, once he’d started spending his nights with Roy, that there were few things Roy liked better than sleeping late in the morning. Along with gaining new insight into his Colonel’s almost categorical lateness to work in the mornings as well as his fondness for napping, Jean had found the tendency endearing. It was nice to have a sleepy Roy to cuddle up to, after all. And he hadn’t even minded when the job of prying Roy from his cozy cocoon of blankets in the morning had been taken from Roy’s nickel-plated alarm clock and granted solely to Jean Havoc—he liked to kiss Roy awake and enjoy the sweet, sleepy first smile of the day he was nearly always granted.
Yes, reasoned Jean, as he tucked his towel around his waist and reentered the bedroom, shivering a bit at the chill and eyeing the tightly curled-up ball of three of four thick blankets (ironically, Roy was very cold-blooded in nature, it took a lot to keep him cozy) with a disheveled mop of shiny black hair protruding slightly from the top. Yes, he enjoyed the privilege of being the one to rouse his Roy every morning; he enjoyed it very much indeed.
But on days when the weather was bad…
“Chief?” Jean whispered softly, bending over to gently stroke Roy’s hair. “Time to get up.” He leaned over and kissed Roy’s forehead, the only portion of skin that was immediately visible. When Roy didn’t move, he did it again, gently caressing Roy’s soft eyebrows with his lips and stroking his hair away with one outstretched finger.
The ball of blankets moved slightly, and suddenly Roy’s eyes were visible, blinking slowly, dark and hazy with sleep.
“Good morning,” Jean murmured around his continued kisses, “ready for a shower? I’ll make some coffee—”
“Is it raining?” Roy’s normally deep voice was even deeper and sluggish with his sleep.
Damn.
“Just a little bit, boss.” The droplets hitting the window were the size of oranges. And not navel oranges, either. The big fucking ones that Jean didn’t like because their excessive juiciness made him dribble. “It’s not too bad.”
A peal of thunder so loud it rattled the empty water glass on Roy’s night table sounded across the sky, and had Jean not been busy trying to distract Roy, he would’ve glared at it. It was almost as if the damn storm was trying to make this difficult.
Roy grumbled, and suddenly his eyes and forehead disappeared back into his blanket shell, and the whole bundle rolled away.
“Oh, come on, Roy—”
“No,” the bundle grumped. “It’s cold and wet out there…”
“Don’t be childish—”
“I’m not being childish. I’m not getting out into the freeze and the rain, Jean. Point of fact. I’m going back to sleep.”
“What’s not childish about that?” Jean mumbled, climbing up onto the bed and crawling up beside his swaddled lover and stroking him through his blankets. “Come on, Roy, get up… take a shower and I’m sure it’ll have died down by then, you’ll just have to be out in it for a second—”
“Be quiet, Lieutenant, I’m asleep.”
“Come on, Roy, we’re already a bit late.”
“I’m asleep.”
“Oh, you are not,” Jean moaned, poking at Roy’s ribs (or, at least where he assumed Roy’s ribs were, it was difficult to tell with all the blankets.) He pulled the covers off of Roy, trying to disentangle him, rubbing gently at the skin he exposed as he did so. “Come on, Roy, if we’re late again, Hawkeye’s going to be annoyed—”
“She’ll undoubtedly be annoyed with me anyway, what with that report I didn’t finish yesterday. So, if I go to work, Hawkeye will be annoyed. If I’m late for work, Hawkeye will be annoyed. Ergo,” he pulled the blankets back over himself, “I should stay in bed.”
Jean sighed. “You really are impossible, Boss.” But he was impossible in an adorable sort of way, so Jean kissed his forehead again.
Roy made a small, pleased noise, disentangled his hand and bought it up to stroke Jean’s face. He seized Jean’s chin, and brought him down for a proper kiss.
Despite the sour morning-taste in Roy’s mouth, Jean hummed pleasantly, and kissed back, curling his arms around Roy, blankets and all, as Roy’s lips, warmer than his own, teased his mouth open and Roy’s teeth grazed his bottom lip.
They kissed for a while, Jean’s fingers finding their way to Roy’s hair, and Roy’s to the muscles of Jean’s shoulders. Roy whimpered a bit around Jean’s mouth, and stroked at Jean’s tongue with his own, sending a pleasant ripple of warmth all through Jean’s chest and stomach.
Jean pulled away suddenly, when a cold chill, in stark contrast to the warmth at his front, snaked across his back. He turned around and saw that the towel he’d loosely wrapped around his hips had slid off into a pile on the bed beside him.
Roy’s gaze followed Jean’s and he purred pleasantly.
“I don’t suppose you really want to go out in the rain either, do you, Lieutenant?” Roy said, peeling the blankets open enough so that Jean could join him, and damn if Jean found himself powerless to resist—not when Roy had a look like that in his eye.
Roy was warm all over, and pressing his slightly chill skin and growing erection against him felt like heaven. Roy’s arm’s tightened around him as he pulled the covers back over them both and kissed Jean.
“With it so wet and cold outside…” Roy whispered, with a swift kiss to Jean’s lip, “…the only real solution…” a soft brush of lips over his cheek, “…if for both of us to stay in bed…” a slow sweep of Roy’s tongue over the shell of his ear, “… all day long…” And the sudden, sharp thrust of Roy’s hips against his was enough to make Jean whimper.
“Well… maybe at least until it lets up,” Jean mumbled into Roy’s neck, feeling the warm, persistent pressure of Roy’s erection against his own as he sucked gently on his lover’s collarbone.
“Mmm,” Roy purred, rocking upward again. The heat coming off Roy’s erection was even warmer than his skin, and the friction of Roy’s cock siding against Jean’s made him arch his back and thrust.
They writhed that way together, kissing and touching each other, rolling back and forth, thrusting against one another in time to the steady beat of the freezing rain against the window. They slid against one another, sweaty bodies wrapped in Roy’s blankets a stark contrast to the chill in the room, the warmth in Jean’s stomach growing with every jolt of sensation of Roy’s cock on his, until the heat was too much and he came, the slickness of his semen on Roy making Roy’s final thrusts smooth and slippery against Jean before he joined his lover in orgasm, his face all tense and beautiful as he moaned Jean’s name over and over, gripping Jean and pulling him flush against his chest, a perfect position for the afterglow kisses and caresses that followed.
Yes, rain be damned, Jean very much enjoyed his task of waking Roy up for work in the morning. Even if maybe he wasn’t always the best at the “for work” side of things.
