Greed (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #5- Greed
Title: Greed
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #5- Greed
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: EXACTLY 1500! (I would never be able to do that again!)
Disclaimer: No spoilers, really
Summary: Beware the green eyes monster
“Damnit, Jean, I’m sorry. I know you hate it when I have to work late, but you know that I want to move up in the military. And if I want to do that, then I need to make sure that I have as many friends as I can. Unfortunately, that sometimes means that I have to be ready to be called away on very short notice.” Roy paused- his voice grew stern, and he pointed a finger towards the porch. “And how many times do I have to ask you to please smoke outside?”
Jean sighed and ran a rough hand through his dirty blond hair. “I know.” He said dejectedly, as he exhaled one last breath of his cigarette. He walked over to the bathroom and ran the almost depleted cigarette under the water to kill the ember, then threw it in the trash, and walked back into the bedroom- where Roy had almost completed packing his small suitcase.
“But why do you have to go all the way to East City? That’s 3 days away on a train!” Jean whined. “I hardly get to see you as it is. You work late almost every night.”
Roy tossed in the last of his clean undershirts, and closed and fastened the small bag with a loud grunt. “I know, but as soon as this mess with Scar clears up, I should be able to take a few days off, and maybe we can go somewhere out of town- just the two of us. Hawkeye can make up some sort of a ‘business trip’ for us to go on. I’ll be the ambassador for the Amestris military, and you’ll be along as my driver and bodyguard.” Roy gave his lover a sly, almost mischievous smile, his eyes thinning to near slits.
Jean shook his head and grinned. “Hmmm… guard that sexy body of yours, huh? It’s a tough job, but I think I’m up to the task.” He smiled and leaned in, giving the alchemist a soft kiss on the lips. “You know, there’s much more where that came from- when you get back. That’s just a little incentive to get this trip done as soon as possible.”
“Believe me.” Roy replied. “I don’t need any more incentive to get this done quickly. I hate when I have to spend time away from you. I’ll definitely give you a call when I get there. I may be busy afterwards, so I don’t know how often I will get to call you. I’ll try to call you as often as I can, I promise.”
“I can drive you to the train station, if you want. Hawkeye won’t kill me if I go in a little bit late this morning, right?” Jean grinned rather goofily and quickly started to pull on his shiny black military issue boots.
Roy put his hand on his lover’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright, Jean. I don’t want you to get in trouble. And besides, I’ve already called a cab.” As if by divine providence, the taxi picked that exact moment to pull up outside of the apartment and honk its horn.
“Be safe, please.” Jean looked pathetic, like a wet puppy dog. Roy heaved his bag over his shoulder and leaned over to Jean, giving him a long kiss on the lips- a kiss that he was loathe to stop- but the cab honked its horn again. He broke the kiss and looked sadly at the man who was sitting on the bed. He had stopped halfway through putting his boots on, and he looked up at the alchemist with big blue eyes, trying not to let them tear up.
Roy let out a long breath. He hated it when Jean gave him that sad look, it just melted his heart. “It’s only for a couple of weeks, at the most. You’ll be working, so the time should fly by. I’ll try to call you as soon as I can. I love you.”
“I love you too, Roy.”
“Be good!” He called over his shoulder, with a wave, as he closed the front door behind him.
Jean sighed again, and wondered if he had time to smoke one more cigarette before he needed to head to work.
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To say that Jean was distracted at work would’ve been a huge understatement. Even though he tried to do his job, he worried constantly about Roy. His mind kept coming up with more and more terrible and gruesome things that could have happened to him- maimed in a train wreck, or falling out of the train’s window, as it chugged along at full speed. He tried to keep his mind off all the worst case scenarios, but as soon as his attention wasn’t totally focused on what he was doing, his brain would inevitably jump to the newest worst conclusion.
Hawkeye finally sent him home a couple of hours after lunch, He was proving to be more of a hindrance than a help when it came to getting work done at the office.
Jean didn’t hesitate for a moment as he got into the car- driving himself over to Roy’s apartment- where he had seen his lover off that morning. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he’d spent any reasonable amount of time at his apartment- other than grabbing some clean clothes, or getting the mail that tended to pile up after a few days of vacancy.
He arrived and let himself in- Roy had given him a key several months ago. Jean had always wanted to go ahead and move in with the man- he practically lived there anyways. But he knew that it would raise too many questions, having another man living with the colonel. Not only was he a fellow military man, but he was under the alchemist’s command. Jean knew that Roy was aiming for the top, and such a volatile secret- like having a male lover- was something that just couldn’t get out to anyone, save his immediate subordinates.
Jean didn’t even bother to take off his uniform as he entered the apartment. He collapsed into Roy’s favorite chair- a well worn, very high backed seat that had been passed down through several generations- and looked longingly at Roy’s liquor cabinet. He’d never been much of a scotch drinker himself- he had always preferred a beer with the boys, over what Roy called ‘refined liquor’. Jean always thought that it was way too bitter, and it burnt going down his throat (and often burnt worse when it came back up).
Nevertheless, Roy didn’t usually keep beers in his tiny icebox- unless Jean went to the store and bought them himself. But he had unfortunately run out- and forgotten to visit the store on the way home- so he was stuck pouring a glass of Roy’s cheapest liquor, and hoping that he didn’t get roasted alive for it when the alchemist got home.
That evening, he sat- listening to one of Roy’s records on his phonograph, and sipping at his scotch, and wondering if he was greedy. Was he taking up all of Roy’s free time- the little that he had, and worrying too much about the alchemist when he wasn’t close by? He knew that Roy was a grown man, and he could most definitely take care of himself, but that didn’t stop Jean from wondering what he was doing whenever he was out of the office, or when he was working late.
Was he too clingy, he wondered? Roy had certainly never said anything, or seemed uncomfortable when Jean was around- quite the opposite, actually. Roy seemed to relax quite a bit when they were at home, in their civilian clothes- with music, drinks and food, and the company of each other. He could drop the ‘colonel’ act, and take off the stone mask of indifference that he wore around others- (save Jean and his best friend, Maes Hughes), and just be himself.
Jean took another sip of his drink, and let out a long breath. The alcohol was starting to get to him, and he felt groggy and sleepy. Now he remembered- that was another reason why he didn’t like scotch. It went to his head much faster than beer, and Jean was a terribly sleepy drunk.
He downed the rest of his third glass of scotch, put the glass in the sink, took the needle off the record, and stumbled to the back porch to have one last cigarette before he headed to bed for the night.
Somewhere the back of his semi-inebriated mind, he made a mental note to talk to Roy once he got back- about being greedy with the man’s free time. But more immediately, he had to worry about trying to sleep in Roy’s large bed- alone- for the first time in months. Jean Havoc could only hope that he had had enough alcohol to quickly ease his transition into dreamland.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #5- Greed
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: EXACTLY 1500! (I would never be able to do that again!)
Disclaimer: No spoilers, really
Summary: Beware the green eyes monster
“Damnit, Jean, I’m sorry. I know you hate it when I have to work late, but you know that I want to move up in the military. And if I want to do that, then I need to make sure that I have as many friends as I can. Unfortunately, that sometimes means that I have to be ready to be called away on very short notice.” Roy paused- his voice grew stern, and he pointed a finger towards the porch. “And how many times do I have to ask you to please smoke outside?”
Jean sighed and ran a rough hand through his dirty blond hair. “I know.” He said dejectedly, as he exhaled one last breath of his cigarette. He walked over to the bathroom and ran the almost depleted cigarette under the water to kill the ember, then threw it in the trash, and walked back into the bedroom- where Roy had almost completed packing his small suitcase.
“But why do you have to go all the way to East City? That’s 3 days away on a train!” Jean whined. “I hardly get to see you as it is. You work late almost every night.”
Roy tossed in the last of his clean undershirts, and closed and fastened the small bag with a loud grunt. “I know, but as soon as this mess with Scar clears up, I should be able to take a few days off, and maybe we can go somewhere out of town- just the two of us. Hawkeye can make up some sort of a ‘business trip’ for us to go on. I’ll be the ambassador for the Amestris military, and you’ll be along as my driver and bodyguard.” Roy gave his lover a sly, almost mischievous smile, his eyes thinning to near slits.
Jean shook his head and grinned. “Hmmm… guard that sexy body of yours, huh? It’s a tough job, but I think I’m up to the task.” He smiled and leaned in, giving the alchemist a soft kiss on the lips. “You know, there’s much more where that came from- when you get back. That’s just a little incentive to get this trip done as soon as possible.”
“Believe me.” Roy replied. “I don’t need any more incentive to get this done quickly. I hate when I have to spend time away from you. I’ll definitely give you a call when I get there. I may be busy afterwards, so I don’t know how often I will get to call you. I’ll try to call you as often as I can, I promise.”
“I can drive you to the train station, if you want. Hawkeye won’t kill me if I go in a little bit late this morning, right?” Jean grinned rather goofily and quickly started to pull on his shiny black military issue boots.
Roy put his hand on his lover’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright, Jean. I don’t want you to get in trouble. And besides, I’ve already called a cab.” As if by divine providence, the taxi picked that exact moment to pull up outside of the apartment and honk its horn.
“Be safe, please.” Jean looked pathetic, like a wet puppy dog. Roy heaved his bag over his shoulder and leaned over to Jean, giving him a long kiss on the lips- a kiss that he was loathe to stop- but the cab honked its horn again. He broke the kiss and looked sadly at the man who was sitting on the bed. He had stopped halfway through putting his boots on, and he looked up at the alchemist with big blue eyes, trying not to let them tear up.
Roy let out a long breath. He hated it when Jean gave him that sad look, it just melted his heart. “It’s only for a couple of weeks, at the most. You’ll be working, so the time should fly by. I’ll try to call you as soon as I can. I love you.”
“I love you too, Roy.”
“Be good!” He called over his shoulder, with a wave, as he closed the front door behind him.
Jean sighed again, and wondered if he had time to smoke one more cigarette before he needed to head to work.
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To say that Jean was distracted at work would’ve been a huge understatement. Even though he tried to do his job, he worried constantly about Roy. His mind kept coming up with more and more terrible and gruesome things that could have happened to him- maimed in a train wreck, or falling out of the train’s window, as it chugged along at full speed. He tried to keep his mind off all the worst case scenarios, but as soon as his attention wasn’t totally focused on what he was doing, his brain would inevitably jump to the newest worst conclusion.
Hawkeye finally sent him home a couple of hours after lunch, He was proving to be more of a hindrance than a help when it came to getting work done at the office.
Jean didn’t hesitate for a moment as he got into the car- driving himself over to Roy’s apartment- where he had seen his lover off that morning. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he’d spent any reasonable amount of time at his apartment- other than grabbing some clean clothes, or getting the mail that tended to pile up after a few days of vacancy.
He arrived and let himself in- Roy had given him a key several months ago. Jean had always wanted to go ahead and move in with the man- he practically lived there anyways. But he knew that it would raise too many questions, having another man living with the colonel. Not only was he a fellow military man, but he was under the alchemist’s command. Jean knew that Roy was aiming for the top, and such a volatile secret- like having a male lover- was something that just couldn’t get out to anyone, save his immediate subordinates.
Jean didn’t even bother to take off his uniform as he entered the apartment. He collapsed into Roy’s favorite chair- a well worn, very high backed seat that had been passed down through several generations- and looked longingly at Roy’s liquor cabinet. He’d never been much of a scotch drinker himself- he had always preferred a beer with the boys, over what Roy called ‘refined liquor’. Jean always thought that it was way too bitter, and it burnt going down his throat (and often burnt worse when it came back up).
Nevertheless, Roy didn’t usually keep beers in his tiny icebox- unless Jean went to the store and bought them himself. But he had unfortunately run out- and forgotten to visit the store on the way home- so he was stuck pouring a glass of Roy’s cheapest liquor, and hoping that he didn’t get roasted alive for it when the alchemist got home.
That evening, he sat- listening to one of Roy’s records on his phonograph, and sipping at his scotch, and wondering if he was greedy. Was he taking up all of Roy’s free time- the little that he had, and worrying too much about the alchemist when he wasn’t close by? He knew that Roy was a grown man, and he could most definitely take care of himself, but that didn’t stop Jean from wondering what he was doing whenever he was out of the office, or when he was working late.
Was he too clingy, he wondered? Roy had certainly never said anything, or seemed uncomfortable when Jean was around- quite the opposite, actually. Roy seemed to relax quite a bit when they were at home, in their civilian clothes- with music, drinks and food, and the company of each other. He could drop the ‘colonel’ act, and take off the stone mask of indifference that he wore around others- (save Jean and his best friend, Maes Hughes), and just be himself.
Jean took another sip of his drink, and let out a long breath. The alcohol was starting to get to him, and he felt groggy and sleepy. Now he remembered- that was another reason why he didn’t like scotch. It went to his head much faster than beer, and Jean was a terribly sleepy drunk.
He downed the rest of his third glass of scotch, put the glass in the sink, took the needle off the record, and stumbled to the back porch to have one last cigarette before he headed to bed for the night.
Somewhere the back of his semi-inebriated mind, he made a mental note to talk to Roy once he got back- about being greedy with the man’s free time. But more immediately, he had to worry about trying to sleep in Roy’s large bed- alone- for the first time in months. Jean Havoc could only hope that he had had enough alcohol to quickly ease his transition into dreamland.