Lucky Day (Havoc x Mustang) For Jean Havoc Appreciation Week
Title: "Lucky Day"
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none, really.
Summary: Could poor, love forlorn Havoc actually have a lucky day?
Comments: Written for "Havoc Gets Lucky Day", for "Jean Havoc Appreciation Week".
Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
I apologize in advance for any corniness that may appear in this fic. :)
Jean Havoc should have known that the day was going to be different when he had
decided to do something that he never had before- stop at the patch of clover that
grew wild next to the car depot and take a look at the plants.
He usually drove his military car home every night. He figured that since he was
stuck driving people around, it was only fair that he got to drive himself to and
from work. Nobody had ever raised a fuss about it, so he had continued to do so. It
would have been a long walk otherwise, and any extra sleep he could get in the
mornings was appreciated.
That particular morning, traffic had been unusually light- and he parked his car in
the depot as usual, topping it off with some gas from the military's personal pump.
He still had a few minutes- so he relaxed against the side of the car, pondering
the fact that he should at least move enough to light a cigarette. But he was
comfortable where he was, so for the moment, he was still. While staring idly into
space, his eyes glanced over to a patch of clover to the side of the parked cars
that he had never noticed before.
Finally deciding that he should move, he meandered over towards the patch of green,
his blue eyes scanning the plants absentmindedly.
Then he saw it. A four leaf clover. He had heard that they were supposed to be
lucky, but even out in the country where he grew up, he had never seen one. He knelt
down and picked it, looking at it-studying it like Breda studied each chess move. It
didn't look particularly special to him, except that it happened to have one more
leaf than it's brethren in the field.
He shrugged and put it in his jacket pocket, then stood up and took out a cigarette,
shaking it out of the package and pulling it up and out with his teeth. He replaced
the crumpled pack in his pants pocket and rooted around his other pocket for the
lighter that he always kept.
It wasn't there.
"Hmmph. So much for that damn good luck thing." He grumbled and frowned, keeping the
unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"Do you always talk to yourself when you are alone?" The deep voice made Havoc jump
before he turned around to see Colonel Mustang walking up towards him, a broad smile
on his face.
Havoc saluted, quickly snapping to a ramrod straight stance. "Sir! Um, not usually,
sir."
"At ease, solider." Mustang returned the salute with a quick one of his own. His
smile widened. "I guess I can help you out, even though you know those things are
going to be the death of you." Havoc quickly glanced down, noticing that as usual
when the colonel was in public, he was already wearing his ignition cloth gloves.
"Thank you, sir-"
"But.." Mustang interrupted, "you have to do me a favor in return." His smile turned
sly, his eyes thinned mischievously.
Havoc gulped. "Uh, what is it, sir?"
Mustang snapped his fingers and brought the small flame to the tip of Havoc's
cigarette without saying a word. Havoc puffed on it a couple of times to make sure
that it caught, then as quick as it was there, the flame was gone. Mustang patted
the taller man's shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Come to my office at the end of
the work day and find out." He smiled and turned around, quickly walking away and
leaving Havoc, dumbfounded- cigarette dangling loosely out of his mouth.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
In the distance, Havoc heard Mustang's grandfather clock chime midnight. The dark
haired man in the bed beside him stirred softly with the noise. Havoc gently rubbed
the palm of his hand against Mustang's bare back under the covers.
"Shh.. It's just the clock. Go back to sleep." Havoc leaned down and softly
whispered in his ear. Mustang grunted, made an unintelligible noise that may have
been the man trying to form words, then rolled over and went back into his deep
slumber.
Havoc smiled, looking at the alchemist that was now sleeping again next to him. He
resisted the urge to reach over and gently brush away a stray group of hairs that
had fallen into the man's face when he rolled over. His eyes wandered over to the
clothes that lay strewn about the floor around the bed, and he picked out his
jacket, where he saw the faintest hint of green sticking out from his jacket pocket.
He couldn't help but chuckle a little. He had had a crush on the colonel ever since
he had first come under his command years ago, but he had never said anything. The
Flame Alchemist's prowess with women was legendary, and he himself had tried to date
women, even though it came with little success. He had figured that a man like
Mustang could never fall for another man, especially not a lanky, chain smoking,
unlucky man like himself.
When Mustang had admitted that he thought Havoc was sexy when they had met in his
office a few minutes after quitting time, it all but floored the man. Havoc still
wasn't sure how they ended up in bed- sleeping together, it was all still a jumbled
mess in his mind. It had just all seemed to fit perfectly together. Grab a bite to
eat after work, have a cup of coffee, and use the excuse of driving the colonel home
to get to his place.
But he didn't just drop him off this time.
Idle talk had turned to soft touches, which had in turn led to kissing and touches
of a harder kind. Words of desire had been spoken by both parties, and clothes were
shed en route to the bed where they now lay.
It almost seemed surreal to Havoc. Though he had never admitted it to anyone-
especially his best friend Breda, he had often daydreamed about this very scenario.
It had never quite worked out the same way, but the blond haired man had wondered
what it would feel like to have warm, naked flesh pressed against your own, the hot
breath of a lover on your neck, the hands of another roaming down your torso, making
a shiver run up the back of your spine.
And now, it seemed, he had it all.
He smiled again, and made a mental note to somehow preserve that four leaf clover in
his pocket. Perhaps it had turned out to be his lucky day after all.
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!
Pairings: Roy Mustang and Jean Havoc
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none, really.
Summary: Could poor, love forlorn Havoc actually have a lucky day?
Comments: Written for "Havoc Gets Lucky Day", for "Jean Havoc Appreciation Week".
Whomever came up with this, *I LOVE YOU!*
I apologize in advance for any corniness that may appear in this fic. :)
Jean Havoc should have known that the day was going to be different when he had
decided to do something that he never had before- stop at the patch of clover that
grew wild next to the car depot and take a look at the plants.
He usually drove his military car home every night. He figured that since he was
stuck driving people around, it was only fair that he got to drive himself to and
from work. Nobody had ever raised a fuss about it, so he had continued to do so. It
would have been a long walk otherwise, and any extra sleep he could get in the
mornings was appreciated.
That particular morning, traffic had been unusually light- and he parked his car in
the depot as usual, topping it off with some gas from the military's personal pump.
He still had a few minutes- so he relaxed against the side of the car, pondering
the fact that he should at least move enough to light a cigarette. But he was
comfortable where he was, so for the moment, he was still. While staring idly into
space, his eyes glanced over to a patch of clover to the side of the parked cars
that he had never noticed before.
Finally deciding that he should move, he meandered over towards the patch of green,
his blue eyes scanning the plants absentmindedly.
Then he saw it. A four leaf clover. He had heard that they were supposed to be
lucky, but even out in the country where he grew up, he had never seen one. He knelt
down and picked it, looking at it-studying it like Breda studied each chess move. It
didn't look particularly special to him, except that it happened to have one more
leaf than it's brethren in the field.
He shrugged and put it in his jacket pocket, then stood up and took out a cigarette,
shaking it out of the package and pulling it up and out with his teeth. He replaced
the crumpled pack in his pants pocket and rooted around his other pocket for the
lighter that he always kept.
It wasn't there.
"Hmmph. So much for that damn good luck thing." He grumbled and frowned, keeping the
unlit cigarette in his mouth.
"Do you always talk to yourself when you are alone?" The deep voice made Havoc jump
before he turned around to see Colonel Mustang walking up towards him, a broad smile
on his face.
Havoc saluted, quickly snapping to a ramrod straight stance. "Sir! Um, not usually,
sir."
"At ease, solider." Mustang returned the salute with a quick one of his own. His
smile widened. "I guess I can help you out, even though you know those things are
going to be the death of you." Havoc quickly glanced down, noticing that as usual
when the colonel was in public, he was already wearing his ignition cloth gloves.
"Thank you, sir-"
"But.." Mustang interrupted, "you have to do me a favor in return." His smile turned
sly, his eyes thinned mischievously.
Havoc gulped. "Uh, what is it, sir?"
Mustang snapped his fingers and brought the small flame to the tip of Havoc's
cigarette without saying a word. Havoc puffed on it a couple of times to make sure
that it caught, then as quick as it was there, the flame was gone. Mustang patted
the taller man's shoulder and whispered in his ear. "Come to my office at the end of
the work day and find out." He smiled and turned around, quickly walking away and
leaving Havoc, dumbfounded- cigarette dangling loosely out of his mouth.
_________________________________________________________________________________________________________
In the distance, Havoc heard Mustang's grandfather clock chime midnight. The dark
haired man in the bed beside him stirred softly with the noise. Havoc gently rubbed
the palm of his hand against Mustang's bare back under the covers.
"Shh.. It's just the clock. Go back to sleep." Havoc leaned down and softly
whispered in his ear. Mustang grunted, made an unintelligible noise that may have
been the man trying to form words, then rolled over and went back into his deep
slumber.
Havoc smiled, looking at the alchemist that was now sleeping again next to him. He
resisted the urge to reach over and gently brush away a stray group of hairs that
had fallen into the man's face when he rolled over. His eyes wandered over to the
clothes that lay strewn about the floor around the bed, and he picked out his
jacket, where he saw the faintest hint of green sticking out from his jacket pocket.
He couldn't help but chuckle a little. He had had a crush on the colonel ever since
he had first come under his command years ago, but he had never said anything. The
Flame Alchemist's prowess with women was legendary, and he himself had tried to date
women, even though it came with little success. He had figured that a man like
Mustang could never fall for another man, especially not a lanky, chain smoking,
unlucky man like himself.
When Mustang had admitted that he thought Havoc was sexy when they had met in his
office a few minutes after quitting time, it all but floored the man. Havoc still
wasn't sure how they ended up in bed- sleeping together, it was all still a jumbled
mess in his mind. It had just all seemed to fit perfectly together. Grab a bite to
eat after work, have a cup of coffee, and use the excuse of driving the colonel home
to get to his place.
But he didn't just drop him off this time.
Idle talk had turned to soft touches, which had in turn led to kissing and touches
of a harder kind. Words of desire had been spoken by both parties, and clothes were
shed en route to the bed where they now lay.
It almost seemed surreal to Havoc. Though he had never admitted it to anyone-
especially his best friend Breda, he had often daydreamed about this very scenario.
It had never quite worked out the same way, but the blond haired man had wondered
what it would feel like to have warm, naked flesh pressed against your own, the hot
breath of a lover on your neck, the hands of another roaming down your torso, making
a shiver run up the back of your spine.
And now, it seemed, he had it all.
He smiled again, and made a mental note to somehow preserve that four leaf clover in
his pocket. Perhaps it had turned out to be his lucky day after all.
A/N: For anyone who is interested (HINT HINT!!) Here is the schedule:
24 April -- Strip Havoc Naked Day
25 April -- Spying on Havoc Day
26 April -- Lunchtime Havoc Day
27 April -- Spank Havoc Day
28 April -- Havoc Gets Lucky Day
29 April -- Molest Sleeping Havoc Day
30 April -- Sexy Outfit Havoc Day
Come on people, get to Havoc molesting writing!!