Fic- "What He Needed" (Roy/Jean, FMA)
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rajTitle: What He Needed
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raja815
Characters/Pairing: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang
Rating: PG-13 for minor sexual references
Word Count: 647
Warnings: None that I can think of
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capital benefit from this.
Notes: I was looking through my WIPs a few minutes ago and found this tiny little fully completed story. I wrote it on a plane months ago and forgot all about it until today. XD So, here it is!
When Roy felt the light flurry of taps against his shoulder amidst his fog of sleep, he assumed it was some kind of breeze. It was such a light touch, almost imperceptible through the worn cotton duvet. If he’d been sleeping any deeper, he never would’ve awoken.
As it was he barely woke up, and was about to pass the motion off as some kind of half-hallucination left over from a dream when he heard Jean in bed beside him whisper his name.
“Roy?” The sound was so quiet that the timber of his lover’s voice was almost obscured by breath. “Are you sleeping?” And that was even quieter.
Roy smirked and rolled over to answer Jean. He had a pretty good idea of why Jean had woken him up. Roy woke Jean up for that reason on a fairly regular basis, after all. Because, really, it was a damn pity to wake up in the middle of the night with an erection and not find something to do something with it…
“I’m up,” Roy whispered, snaking his hand under the blanket in search of Jean’s cock. “Are you?” He moved across the bed, searching for Jean’s mouth with his own.
“What? I…no… no, it’s not that.” His voice had an odd quality to it, heavy and sort of flat. Roy’s hand stopped and he looked across the few inches of rumpled white sheet and pillowcase. Jean’s eyes were half-closed, his face lined with some emotion Roy couldn’t quite read.
“Something wrong?”
“No… no, I just…” Jean sighed, and slowly drew a finger through Roy’s tangled bangs. “I just…” He stopped, fingers clenched in the sheet. Then, abruptly, he rolled over and seized Roy in a bone-crushing hug.
Roy’s eyes widened in surprise. A weird noise escaped his throat as the sudden pressure around his chest forced a small burst of air from his lungs. Awkwardly he folded an arm around Havoc and began stroking his back.
“All right, then—” he whispered, but stopped when Jean made a peculiar little whimpering sound and tightened his grip to the point where it was actually difficult for Roy to breathe. Jean’s face was buried in the juncture of his neck, and Roy could feel his cheekbones digging into his shoulder. It had to be uncomfortable for him, but Jean showed no sign of stopping. In fact, the pressure only increased as Jean squeezed him even harder, as though afraid that Roy might slip from his grasp.
Jean’s eyes were closed, although even if they’d been open he wouldn’t have been able to see much aside from the skin of Roy’s neck, so he didn’t see the faint smile teasing at the corner of Roy’s mouth. He did, however, feel it as Roy finally stopped his noncommittal stroking and wrapped his arms around Jean’s back, returning the embrace. He also felt gentle motion at the top of his head as Roy ran his cheek over Jean’s hair.
They lay there for a few minutes until Roy kissed Jean’s head and Jean, albeit a bit reluctantly, released Roy (who gasped just a bit—Jean was a good deal stronger than he seemed to realize) and rolled back to his side of the bed.
“I… I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Sometimes I just need—”
“I know.” And he did. Because he needed it too, bad as he was at asking for it.
It was quiet for a moment, and Jean smiled a bit and lay down. “Well… goodnight, Roy.”
There was a light creaking sound and then surprising warmth against his side as Roy folded his body against his, gently covering Jean’s chest with his arms and holding him tight. Jean took one of his hands and stroked it with his thumb, and Roy could feel the other man’s smile, even though he couldn’t see it.
“Yes.” He kissed Jean’s neck. “Goodnight, Jean.”
Author:
raja815Characters/Pairing: Jean Havoc/Roy Mustang
Rating: PG-13 for minor sexual references
Word Count: 647
Warnings: None that I can think of
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is the property of Hiromu Arakawa. I will make no capital benefit from this.
Notes: I was looking through my WIPs a few minutes ago and found this tiny little fully completed story. I wrote it on a plane months ago and forgot all about it until today. XD So, here it is!
When Roy felt the light flurry of taps against his shoulder amidst his fog of sleep, he assumed it was some kind of breeze. It was such a light touch, almost imperceptible through the worn cotton duvet. If he’d been sleeping any deeper, he never would’ve awoken.
As it was he barely woke up, and was about to pass the motion off as some kind of half-hallucination left over from a dream when he heard Jean in bed beside him whisper his name.
“Roy?” The sound was so quiet that the timber of his lover’s voice was almost obscured by breath. “Are you sleeping?” And that was even quieter.
Roy smirked and rolled over to answer Jean. He had a pretty good idea of why Jean had woken him up. Roy woke Jean up for that reason on a fairly regular basis, after all. Because, really, it was a damn pity to wake up in the middle of the night with an erection and not find something to do something with it…
“I’m up,” Roy whispered, snaking his hand under the blanket in search of Jean’s cock. “Are you?” He moved across the bed, searching for Jean’s mouth with his own.
“What? I…no… no, it’s not that.” His voice had an odd quality to it, heavy and sort of flat. Roy’s hand stopped and he looked across the few inches of rumpled white sheet and pillowcase. Jean’s eyes were half-closed, his face lined with some emotion Roy couldn’t quite read.
“Something wrong?”
“No… no, I just…” Jean sighed, and slowly drew a finger through Roy’s tangled bangs. “I just…” He stopped, fingers clenched in the sheet. Then, abruptly, he rolled over and seized Roy in a bone-crushing hug.
Roy’s eyes widened in surprise. A weird noise escaped his throat as the sudden pressure around his chest forced a small burst of air from his lungs. Awkwardly he folded an arm around Havoc and began stroking his back.
“All right, then—” he whispered, but stopped when Jean made a peculiar little whimpering sound and tightened his grip to the point where it was actually difficult for Roy to breathe. Jean’s face was buried in the juncture of his neck, and Roy could feel his cheekbones digging into his shoulder. It had to be uncomfortable for him, but Jean showed no sign of stopping. In fact, the pressure only increased as Jean squeezed him even harder, as though afraid that Roy might slip from his grasp.
Jean’s eyes were closed, although even if they’d been open he wouldn’t have been able to see much aside from the skin of Roy’s neck, so he didn’t see the faint smile teasing at the corner of Roy’s mouth. He did, however, feel it as Roy finally stopped his noncommittal stroking and wrapped his arms around Jean’s back, returning the embrace. He also felt gentle motion at the top of his head as Roy ran his cheek over Jean’s hair.
They lay there for a few minutes until Roy kissed Jean’s head and Jean, albeit a bit reluctantly, released Roy (who gasped just a bit—Jean was a good deal stronger than he seemed to realize) and rolled back to his side of the bed.
“I… I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Sometimes I just need—”
“I know.” And he did. Because he needed it too, bad as he was at asking for it.
It was quiet for a moment, and Jean smiled a bit and lay down. “Well… goodnight, Roy.”
There was a light creaking sound and then surprising warmth against his side as Roy folded his body against his, gently covering Jean’s chest with his arms and holding him tight. Jean took one of his hands and stroked it with his thumb, and Roy could feel the other man’s smile, even though he couldn’t see it.
“Yes.” He kissed Jean’s neck. “Goodnight, Jean.”
