Night (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #17- Night; Evening (Replaces #10- Road Trip)
Title: Night
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #17- Night; Evening (Replaces #10- Road Trip)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1245
Disclaimer: No real spoilers or anything. I guess it may be a companion piece with a similar theme to #9. Jean is the cook, not Roy this time.
Summary: No matter how bad his day was, Roy always looked forward to night.
Even after the worst day, when his superior officers would yell at him, his subordinates would be as lazy and unmotivated as he was, and his paperwork would threaten to bury him alive, Roy could still look forward to his evenings.
For the most part, his evenings would start the same. He would get home, tired and hardly able to drag himself over the threshold, and as soon as the door opened, the smell of dinner would smack him in the face. Any weariness or foul mood would fade away as the odors wafted up his olfactory canal. Any bad feelings that were left were gone by the time he hung up his hat and greatcoat and walked into the kitchen to give his blond haired lover a kiss, making sure that he didn’t startle him as he entered.
He knew that Jean tended to concentrate once he started cooking. He had a one track mind, focusing on nothing but the task ahead of him and paying little attention to the rest of the world. Roy had made the mistake once- a couple of months ago- of coming up behind Jean and giving him a small nip on the back of the neck.
They had a hard time coming up with an excuse at work the next day as to why Jean had burns on his hand, wrist, and arm.
“Good evening, love,” Roy said as he kissed the back of the taller man’s neck, running his tongue across the nape at the line where his sandy brown hair ended and eliciting a shiver. “What’s for dinner?”
“Nothing, if you don’t let me work,” Jean chided, shaking his wooden spoon at his incorrigible lover. “But if you leave me alone for about five more minutes, we can have my beef stir fry and noodles, Then I’m all yours, I promise.”
Roy pouted for a moment, but Jean had already turned back towards the stove and was back to work, not paying him a bit of attention. “Oh, so I’m not all yours all the time? I’m hurt.”
The blond rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at Roy, who had seated himself at the dinner table and was busying himself by reading the newspaper. “You know, you can help by setting the table,” he replied. “The sooner we get done eating, the sooner I’ll be all yours.”
The alchemist sighed, but put up no more resistance. He had never liked to set the table, especially when ha been made to do it as a kid. In fact- he figured to himself as he was putting the plates down- the fact that he had been forced to as a child was most likely the reason that he still didn’t want to, even over 20 years later. It seemed to strange to him that he would carry a grudge so long, but he was still trying to figure out a way (and failing) to try to get out of it.
Grumbling slightly under his breath, he finished setting the table, then went back to reading his newspaper until Jean finished preparing dinner. The blond filled their plates, than sat down and immediately tucked in.
“Mmm. This is great!” Roy exclaimed, after taking a couple of bites. “Where’d you get the recipe?”
“The same place that I got them all. My Ma taught me when I was growing up. I was their only kid, and she wanted a girl, so whether I wanted to or not, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. I resented it at first, but I found that I had a talent for it, and I actually started to look forward to cooking. I guess that ended up working out pretty well, since I was living the bachelor life and cooking for myself-“
“Until a few months ago,” Roy interrupted.
Jean nodded and smiled. “Yes, until a while ago,” he sighed softly and his smile faded. “I’m sorry that I can’t tell them about you. I know we’ve talked about this, and you don’t mind. It’s just… I don’t think Ma would mind, but my dad- well, I don’t think he’d take too kindly so an older man corrupting his only child.”
“Do… you really think I’m corrupting you?” Roy asked, pushing the plate of food- that suddenly looked much less appetizing- away from him.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. If I thought that, I wouldn’t be cooking for you I wouldn’t… love you.”
A warm smile filled the alchemist’s face. “Let’s just finish eating and not worry about things that are beyond our control. I already told you it’s okay. I understand. I want to enjoy the here and now.” Roy put his hand on top of Jean’s and gave it a little squeeze before going back to his meal.
Quick work was made of the stir fry, and when the table was clean, they returned to the living room for the evening. Jean busied himself with disassembling and cleaning his gun for the half dozenth time this week. He had little else to do when Roy was otherwise engaged with his alchemy books, with a glass of scotch in one hand, and a scratchy record on the gramophone.
He had gotten about halfway through his cleaning when he was startled slightly by the dull thud and small a dust cloud from a particularly old and large alchemy book. “I guess you really didn’t have this in mind when we were talking about what we were going to do after dinner, did you?” The alchemist asked with a sly grin and a wink.
Jean didn’t answer for a moment, putting his gun back together in almost record time. He gave it a quick wipe down with a clean rag, and then put it to the side. “No, not really,” he finally answered truthfully.
“Hmm. Let’s see if we can’t remedy that situation then,” Roy replied. He finished off his scotch with one gulp, then put the glass down and pulled the needle off the record with a low scratching noise. He stood up and walked over to where Jean was sitting on the floor and offered him a hand, which Jean took quickly, grunting slightly as he shifted his weight and got to his feet. Like a lost puppy following his master, he fell into step behind his lover as they moved towards the bedroom.
Of all the times of the day, there was little that Jean looked forward to more than the evenings that he spent in the company of Roy Mustang.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #17- Night; Evening (Replaces #10- Road Trip)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1245
Disclaimer: No real spoilers or anything. I guess it may be a companion piece with a similar theme to #9. Jean is the cook, not Roy this time.
Summary: No matter how bad his day was, Roy always looked forward to night.
Even after the worst day, when his superior officers would yell at him, his subordinates would be as lazy and unmotivated as he was, and his paperwork would threaten to bury him alive, Roy could still look forward to his evenings.
For the most part, his evenings would start the same. He would get home, tired and hardly able to drag himself over the threshold, and as soon as the door opened, the smell of dinner would smack him in the face. Any weariness or foul mood would fade away as the odors wafted up his olfactory canal. Any bad feelings that were left were gone by the time he hung up his hat and greatcoat and walked into the kitchen to give his blond haired lover a kiss, making sure that he didn’t startle him as he entered.
He knew that Jean tended to concentrate once he started cooking. He had a one track mind, focusing on nothing but the task ahead of him and paying little attention to the rest of the world. Roy had made the mistake once- a couple of months ago- of coming up behind Jean and giving him a small nip on the back of the neck.
They had a hard time coming up with an excuse at work the next day as to why Jean had burns on his hand, wrist, and arm.
“Good evening, love,” Roy said as he kissed the back of the taller man’s neck, running his tongue across the nape at the line where his sandy brown hair ended and eliciting a shiver. “What’s for dinner?”
“Nothing, if you don’t let me work,” Jean chided, shaking his wooden spoon at his incorrigible lover. “But if you leave me alone for about five more minutes, we can have my beef stir fry and noodles, Then I’m all yours, I promise.”
Roy pouted for a moment, but Jean had already turned back towards the stove and was back to work, not paying him a bit of attention. “Oh, so I’m not all yours all the time? I’m hurt.”
The blond rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at Roy, who had seated himself at the dinner table and was busying himself by reading the newspaper. “You know, you can help by setting the table,” he replied. “The sooner we get done eating, the sooner I’ll be all yours.”
The alchemist sighed, but put up no more resistance. He had never liked to set the table, especially when ha been made to do it as a kid. In fact- he figured to himself as he was putting the plates down- the fact that he had been forced to as a child was most likely the reason that he still didn’t want to, even over 20 years later. It seemed to strange to him that he would carry a grudge so long, but he was still trying to figure out a way (and failing) to try to get out of it.
Grumbling slightly under his breath, he finished setting the table, then went back to reading his newspaper until Jean finished preparing dinner. The blond filled their plates, than sat down and immediately tucked in.
“Mmm. This is great!” Roy exclaimed, after taking a couple of bites. “Where’d you get the recipe?”
“The same place that I got them all. My Ma taught me when I was growing up. I was their only kid, and she wanted a girl, so whether I wanted to or not, I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. I resented it at first, but I found that I had a talent for it, and I actually started to look forward to cooking. I guess that ended up working out pretty well, since I was living the bachelor life and cooking for myself-“
“Until a few months ago,” Roy interrupted.
Jean nodded and smiled. “Yes, until a while ago,” he sighed softly and his smile faded. “I’m sorry that I can’t tell them about you. I know we’ve talked about this, and you don’t mind. It’s just… I don’t think Ma would mind, but my dad- well, I don’t think he’d take too kindly so an older man corrupting his only child.”
“Do… you really think I’m corrupting you?” Roy asked, pushing the plate of food- that suddenly looked much less appetizing- away from him.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. If I thought that, I wouldn’t be cooking for you I wouldn’t… love you.”
A warm smile filled the alchemist’s face. “Let’s just finish eating and not worry about things that are beyond our control. I already told you it’s okay. I understand. I want to enjoy the here and now.” Roy put his hand on top of Jean’s and gave it a little squeeze before going back to his meal.
Quick work was made of the stir fry, and when the table was clean, they returned to the living room for the evening. Jean busied himself with disassembling and cleaning his gun for the half dozenth time this week. He had little else to do when Roy was otherwise engaged with his alchemy books, with a glass of scotch in one hand, and a scratchy record on the gramophone.
He had gotten about halfway through his cleaning when he was startled slightly by the dull thud and small a dust cloud from a particularly old and large alchemy book. “I guess you really didn’t have this in mind when we were talking about what we were going to do after dinner, did you?” The alchemist asked with a sly grin and a wink.
Jean didn’t answer for a moment, putting his gun back together in almost record time. He gave it a quick wipe down with a clean rag, and then put it to the side. “No, not really,” he finally answered truthfully.
“Hmm. Let’s see if we can’t remedy that situation then,” Roy replied. He finished off his scotch with one gulp, then put the glass down and pulled the needle off the record with a low scratching noise. He stood up and walked over to where Jean was sitting on the floor and offered him a hand, which Jean took quickly, grunting slightly as he shifted his weight and got to his feet. Like a lost puppy following his master, he fell into step behind his lover as they moved towards the bedroom.
Of all the times of the day, there was little that Jean looked forward to more than the evenings that he spent in the company of Roy Mustang.