Two Tickets to Paradise
Roy: hummm I really want to take Ed somewhere nice...let's see...Hedonism II, maybe a nude beach...
Roy: mirrored ceilings, rotating beds, ooooo and S&M gear...perhaps I need something more romantic for our first trip (bookmarks sites for later perusal)
Roy: Ed, love, I...I...
Ed: What, bastard, what is it now?
Roy: I have something to tell you...
Ed: This had better be good or its sayonara to the hairy twins, you shit.
Roy: Jeez, Ed, unhand the boys. I just wanted to tell you I booked us a romantic getaway.
Ed: The twins can stay, they will be needed on the trip.
Roy: Well, here we are.
Ed: Why are you carrying me?
Roy: I didn't want you to get tired.
Hotel Clerk: Good Evening Mr & Mrs Mustang. We have your room all ready and we hope you enjoy your stay.
Ed:...
Roy: Rates were cheaper for newlyweds...
Ed: I am so going to kill you, and it will happen now rather than in the room if you don't put me down RIGHT THIS MINUTE!
Roy: We get free food with the package.
Ed: Take me to our room, my wild stallion of a husband.
Ed chanting: Free food, free food, free food
Roy: Come on, Ed, there's a pool and other things to do as well.
Ed chanting: Free food, swimming pool, free food, swimming pool, don't interrupt me bastard, the thought of these things is what's keeping you alive.
Roy and Ed together: Free food, swimming pool, free food, swimming pool
Roy: Why didn't Medicom give me washboard abs?
Ed: Cause even they know you're a lazy bastard. They did however give you pasty skin so that's pretty true to life even if you are two different shades...pasty greyish and pasty cream.
Roy: I love you so much, Ed. You just know the right things to say to make me feel so much better about myself.
Ed: It'd be totally OOC if I was nice to you, Bastard.
Roy: True, let's make out...
Ed: Ahhh, sun, water, a nice breeze, and no bastard. This truly is paradise.
Roy: Why aren't you swimming, Ed?
Ed: Humm, let's see, Roy...because METAL DOESN"T FLOAT?!?!
Ed: Holy Shit, Roy, do you have to walk around with your junk hangin out?
Roy: If you haven't noticed, Medicom didn't give me a nice pair of boxers, nor did they see fit to give me realistic 'junk'.
Ed: You appear to be a bit wet.
Roy: Yeah, apparently a good strong breeze can knock me over. Someone should have thought about that when posing me.
Mustanginblue: I thought surely you could stand there long enough for me to get a quick picture.
Roy: You probably shouldn't think...it doesn't appear to be your strongest skill.
Mustanginblue: How would you like me to remove your hands so you can't feel Ed up anymore.
Roy: It was rather refreshing in the water though...
Ed: Finally took your shirt off.
Roy: It got wet when I took that header into the water.
Ed: By the way, your non-realistic junk is poking me in the butt.
Roy: It likes you, a lot...
Ed: I like it a lot too, perhaps we three should go back to our room and play hide the salami?
Ed: These sheets are nice.
Roy: I'm buried up to my balls and you're admiring the thread count?
Ed: Well, I am getting a pretty good close up of the weave...
Ed: So where are we going today?
Roy: A museum.
Ed: No fuckin way, Mustang. I'm going back to the pool.
Roy: There's a really great restaurant at the museum...
Ed: I could always use a little more culture.
Ed: Why do you always have to check out their boobs?
Roy: I am admiring the artist's skill.
Ed: Liar.
Roy: They are nicely shaped though aren't they.
Ed: Yeah, and fake just like all your exes were!
Ed: Boring
Roy: This Mr. Dickens appears to be quite talented at slapping something on a plaster tile and overcharging for it.
Ed: Yeah, you'd have to be pretty stupid to buy one of those.
Mustanginblue: AHEM - I have some of those
Roy: Yep, pretty stupid.
Ed: What the fuck is this?
Roy: No, idea. Lets go see the other side.
Ed: Nope just as ugly from this side. I bet I could transmute it into something pretty cool though.
Roy: I don't think the artist would like that.
Ed: I don't think I care. Fuck it, let's go eat.
Ed: Hey, how come you get wine in a glass big enough for me to sit in?
Roy: Cause
mustanginblueloves me and wants me to be happy.
Ed: Well, you'd better not get too wasted to perform tonight.
Roy: I am hurt that you think I can't hold my liquor.
Ed: If you get drunk and can't get it up, I get to top.
Roy: Waiter, can I get some water over here...
Roy: Do I make you horny, baby?
Ed: What?!? No, fuck. Get off me.
Roy: Au contraire baby, you can't resist me.
Ed: The hell I can't.
Roy: Oh, be-have.
Ed: What?!! Oh, hell, no more Austin Powers movies for you, asshole!
Roy: And I'm spent.
Ed: thanks for the trip, Bastard.
Roy: What?
Ed fakes sleep: mumble, mumble...zzzzzzzzzzz
Roy: You're welcome, my beautiful wife.
Ed: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzoooo dead when we get home.
EXTRAS -
Ed: Hey, Bastard, how'd you get into the military with flat feet like that?!?!
(I loved the way Roy's feet were posed in this pic.)
Picture perfect!
Heh heh heh Ed's got a big cock
But Roy's got big balls...
Photos - me
Too lazy to take off Mustang's shirt until it got soaked - me
Too lazy to do anything about being able to see Ed's boxers while he's getting it from behind - me
Being really, really HAPPY that Roy was already undressed except for his shirt when he fell into the pool - me
And why is Ed a different color under his shorts?