The Date (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #7- Procrastination
Title: The Date
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #7- Procrastination
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 995
Disclaimer: None
Summary: Even a bad habit like procrastination has its perks.
If there was ever going to be a prize that would be awarded for being the king of procrastination, then Jean was pretty sure that Roy would win hands down.
Even Jean had to admit that he was no slouch when it came to trying to put things off until the last minute, but before he had come under Roy’s command, he had never known anyone who could give him a run for his money at trying hard to do nothing at all.
The tall blond had assumed that this habit extended mostly to the office and his job, which was at best tedious and repetitive. He could definitely understand why Roy would not be excited about being there. Jean was unfortunately disappointed to learn, once his relationship with the colonel began, that the procrastination extended to his home life as well.
It was subtle at first. They would meet for lunch, a date that was disguised as a business meeting for the military, and the alchemist would be five or ten minutes late. He would come in, complaining that he got a late phone call, or that a meeting with the generals ran long.
For the most part, Jean didn’t mind too much. He figured that it was a part of Roy’s quirks and charms. It never came as a surprised to him, considering that he saw the man’s work habits every single day.
Then, he took it just a little too far.
They had been planning that night for a couple of weeks. It still wasn’t a true ‘date’, since it was generally frowned upon for two men to be in love, and especially for them to show any amount of love in public. But for the first time since they had become a couple almost six month before, they were going out at night- dressed up, to a nice restaurant- with plans to go see a play afterwards. It was as close to a true date as they would ever get.
Jean had had time to go home, take a shower, and get dressed up and ready for the date, but Roy had a late meeting with some of the generals, and was going to meet Jean at the restaurant coming straight from work, at about 1900 hours.
He arrived at the restaurant about 15 minutes early, not surprised in the least that Roy hadn’t arrived yet. He was shown to his seat and ordered a beer. Jean sat back and relaxed, taking in the atmosphere and watching the people around him, trying to keep from glancing at the clock on the wall every couple of minutes.
1900 hours came and went. Jean started to nurse his second beer and tapped his foot impatiently, squirming like a child trying in a room full of stuffy adults. When 15 more minutes rolled by, he started to get a little upset, and when 1930 hours came and went and there was will no Roy, the blond was nervous- scared that something had happened to his lover.
It was close to 2000 hours before Roy finally arrived. He was practically running in after bursting through the double doors at the front of the restaurant. He had a wide eyed, desperate look on his face. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, and he was breathless and panting with exhaustion.
“Jean!” He exclaimed, running past the stunned greeter who had been standing dangerously close to the doors. He quickly weaved through the tightly knit tables, and finally made his way to where Jean was sitting with his arms crossed and an upset look on his face.
“Look, I’m sorry.” He said, still trying to catch his breath. “The meeting ran late, and I still had a little bit of paperwork that I needed to finish before I left-“
“You do realize that we’re going to miss the play, right?” Jean replied as he leaned over the table towards Roy, his voice barely over a harsh whisper.
The alchemist sighed and rubbed his moist temples with an ungloved hand, trying to fight the headache that was throbbing at the base of his skull. “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s tough for me to get an evening free. If I want to continue up towards the top, I have to stay on the generals’ collective good sides. I know I always manage to screw it up.” He lowered his voice as well, nervous about having this kind of conversation in public.
There were a few moments of awkward silence than hung between them, before Roy finally looked around at the other tables, and then back to his lover. “Hey, why don’t we just pay for the drink and go back home? We can take a rain check on this dinner. I get the distinct feeling that you aren’t in a fancy dinner mood.”
Jean sighed. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m not really in the mood to be here any more.” He waved his waiter over and they took care of the bill, and then headed towards the exit. As soon as they were outside of the restaurant and on the curb, waiting to flag down a cab, Roy managed to sneak in a stealthy squeeze of Jean’s hand.
“I promise, I’ll make this up to you.” He said, leaning in close so the howl of the brisk breeze that was blowing would drown out their conversation to everyone but themselves. “I’m gonna try to get a night off early sometime next week, and it will be your choice as to what we do that evening, okay?”
The taller man nodded. “Alright.” He answered simply. As much as he didn’t want it to, a tiny smile crept across his face as his mind traveled through all of the different tortures that he could inflict on Roy when they had the night off together.
Even will all of his faults, Jean inexplicably found himself loving the man even more.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #7- Procrastination
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 995
Disclaimer: None
Summary: Even a bad habit like procrastination has its perks.
If there was ever going to be a prize that would be awarded for being the king of procrastination, then Jean was pretty sure that Roy would win hands down.
Even Jean had to admit that he was no slouch when it came to trying to put things off until the last minute, but before he had come under Roy’s command, he had never known anyone who could give him a run for his money at trying hard to do nothing at all.
The tall blond had assumed that this habit extended mostly to the office and his job, which was at best tedious and repetitive. He could definitely understand why Roy would not be excited about being there. Jean was unfortunately disappointed to learn, once his relationship with the colonel began, that the procrastination extended to his home life as well.
It was subtle at first. They would meet for lunch, a date that was disguised as a business meeting for the military, and the alchemist would be five or ten minutes late. He would come in, complaining that he got a late phone call, or that a meeting with the generals ran long.
For the most part, Jean didn’t mind too much. He figured that it was a part of Roy’s quirks and charms. It never came as a surprised to him, considering that he saw the man’s work habits every single day.
Then, he took it just a little too far.
They had been planning that night for a couple of weeks. It still wasn’t a true ‘date’, since it was generally frowned upon for two men to be in love, and especially for them to show any amount of love in public. But for the first time since they had become a couple almost six month before, they were going out at night- dressed up, to a nice restaurant- with plans to go see a play afterwards. It was as close to a true date as they would ever get.
Jean had had time to go home, take a shower, and get dressed up and ready for the date, but Roy had a late meeting with some of the generals, and was going to meet Jean at the restaurant coming straight from work, at about 1900 hours.
He arrived at the restaurant about 15 minutes early, not surprised in the least that Roy hadn’t arrived yet. He was shown to his seat and ordered a beer. Jean sat back and relaxed, taking in the atmosphere and watching the people around him, trying to keep from glancing at the clock on the wall every couple of minutes.
1900 hours came and went. Jean started to nurse his second beer and tapped his foot impatiently, squirming like a child trying in a room full of stuffy adults. When 15 more minutes rolled by, he started to get a little upset, and when 1930 hours came and went and there was will no Roy, the blond was nervous- scared that something had happened to his lover.
It was close to 2000 hours before Roy finally arrived. He was practically running in after bursting through the double doors at the front of the restaurant. He had a wide eyed, desperate look on his face. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, and he was breathless and panting with exhaustion.
“Jean!” He exclaimed, running past the stunned greeter who had been standing dangerously close to the doors. He quickly weaved through the tightly knit tables, and finally made his way to where Jean was sitting with his arms crossed and an upset look on his face.
“Look, I’m sorry.” He said, still trying to catch his breath. “The meeting ran late, and I still had a little bit of paperwork that I needed to finish before I left-“
“You do realize that we’re going to miss the play, right?” Jean replied as he leaned over the table towards Roy, his voice barely over a harsh whisper.
The alchemist sighed and rubbed his moist temples with an ungloved hand, trying to fight the headache that was throbbing at the base of his skull. “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s tough for me to get an evening free. If I want to continue up towards the top, I have to stay on the generals’ collective good sides. I know I always manage to screw it up.” He lowered his voice as well, nervous about having this kind of conversation in public.
There were a few moments of awkward silence than hung between them, before Roy finally looked around at the other tables, and then back to his lover. “Hey, why don’t we just pay for the drink and go back home? We can take a rain check on this dinner. I get the distinct feeling that you aren’t in a fancy dinner mood.”
Jean sighed. “Yeah. You’re right. I’m not really in the mood to be here any more.” He waved his waiter over and they took care of the bill, and then headed towards the exit. As soon as they were outside of the restaurant and on the curb, waiting to flag down a cab, Roy managed to sneak in a stealthy squeeze of Jean’s hand.
“I promise, I’ll make this up to you.” He said, leaning in close so the howl of the brisk breeze that was blowing would drown out their conversation to everyone but themselves. “I’m gonna try to get a night off early sometime next week, and it will be your choice as to what we do that evening, okay?”
The taller man nodded. “Alright.” He answered simply. As much as he didn’t want it to, a tiny smile crept across his face as his mind traveled through all of the different tortures that he could inflict on Roy when they had the night off together.
Even will all of his faults, Jean inexplicably found himself loving the man even more.