Reading Habits (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #13- Books; Movies (Replaces #11- Blind Date)
Title: Reading Habits
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #13- Books; Movies (Replaces #11- Blind Date)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1336
Disclaimer: No real spoilers or anything.
Summary: A little book knowledge can be a very, very good thing.
Author’s note: I am really sorry it has taken me so long to write again. When life comes at you, it does so full force, and it has been a while since I have been able to sit down and really concentrate on writing again. This fic may be a little rusty, but hopefully it is okay.
“You are such a nerd.”
Roy pouted slightly. ‘I am not!”
“Then why are you reading in bed?”
“Oh, you’ll find out later.”
Jean raised an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. “What the hell does that mean?”
The alchemist leaned over and gave his confused lover a soft kiss on the top of his forehead. “Don’t worry about it, love. You just go to sleep, and I promise I’ll explain everything in due time.”
Jean shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t get you. You’ve been reading that book every night for the past week, and you won’t let me see what it is. Then you keep telling me not to worry about it.” Jean grumbled.
The blond tried to lean over and steal a look at the front of the book, to at least see the title, but Roy pulled it away gave him a stern look. He closed the book and put it on the bedside table. Even with Roy’s body blocking his view, Jean saw the alchemic flash of white light before the room went dark again.
“There. Now you won’t be able to read it if you wake up before me, which you won’t. I know how much you love to get as much sleep as you can.” Roy grinned and placated the man with a short kiss on the lips before he wiggled down underneath the covers and spooned up behind his blond lover. “I’m almost done, so I’ll be able to tell you all about it tomorrow night, okay?”
“I guess.” Jean conceded, defeat evident in his voice, still a little upset that Roy was keeping something from him. He let out a deep breath and pressed close to Roy before closing his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.
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Jean was so busy at work for the next couple of days that for the most part, their little argument was shoved to the back of his mind. For most of the time, he was with a Brigadier General that was visiting from Central- shuffling him around from place to place and being his gopher when it came to getting him coffee and delivering documents to various points around East Headquarters.
He only passed Roy a couple times in the hall, and he was so busy that he hardly had time to acknowledge the alchemist. But that was fine with him. Whenever Jean had time to think about their conversation, he was still confused and upset at his ebon haired lover.
He was worn out, bone tired, by the time the end of the week finally rolled around. As usual, he met Roy at the military garage, where he drove them both back to the alchemist’s apartment. The ride home was pretty quiet. Roy tried to start a conversation several times, but when the blond mostly answered in as few words as possible, he quickly gave up, and spent the rest of the ride looking out the window at the city whizzing past him.
As soon as they got home, Jean went into the kitchen without a word and started to make dinner, while Roy set the table and straightened up the living room a little bit. Dinner was just as quiet as the car ride. Without talking to get in the way of their food consumption, the meal didn’t last long.
When it was over, Roy and Jean shared the duties of cleaning the dishes and the table. The two had been sharing the apartment for so long that the routine was almost second nature to them, and no words needed to be exchanged. After the kitchen was clean, Roy retreated to the living room, flopping down in his favorite old high backed chair. Jean followed him, but stayed standing a few feet away.
“I really am a bit tired,” Jean admitted, letting out a yawn and a stretch. “I know you’re almost done with that book- whatever it is, but I guess it’ll just have to wait another day. I don’t think I can stay awake for you to finish it.”
Roy smiled slyly. “If you think you can stay awake one more hour, I promise that I’ll make it worth your while.” He stood up, walked up behind Jean, and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist, pulling his back slightly into a tight embrace and leaning his head on Jean’s shoulder. It never ceased to amaze him how lucky it was that their difference in height made them a near perfect fit.
“Well, alright,” Jean finally acquiesced. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, when his lover placed soft kisses up and down his neck before finally breaking away.
“You stay here. I’m going back to the bedroom to finish reading. I’ll come get you when I’m done.” Roy kissed him one more time, and then smiled as he walked down the hall.
After watching his lover disappear into the bedroom and softly closing the door behind him, Jean made himself busy by glancing over the manual for his sidearm. He knew that he wasn’t nearly as much of a bookworm as Roy was, and when he moved in, he only brought a few books with him- this being one of them. It was dog-eared and stained with coffee from years of being used and abused, but it still held together somehow.
Even if he had wanted to concentrate on the manual- though he had already memorized it long ago- between his utter tiredness and the increasing curiosity of what lay inside the book that Roy was reading, he found that attempting to read it was an impossible task.
By the time Roy came out of the bedroom and back into the living room- wearing a wide smile and his red terrycloth robe- a little over an hour and quarter later, Jean had stopped trying to read altogether, and had almost lost the fight to keep his heavily drooping eyelids open.
“Jean, wake up,” Roy said with a grin, softly touching his lover’s shoulder and gently trying to wake him. The blond looked up with sleepy eyes, glassy and distant, trying to focus on the large blob in front of him. A few moments later, his mind caught up, and he smiled slightly and nodded, trying to get his tired and uncoordinated limbs to propel him into a standing position.
Roy propped him up slightly, taking the taller and heaver man’s weight on his shoulder while he carefully and slowly led him back to the bedroom. Any sleep that Jean was still trying to shake from his cobwebbed mind was gone, and his eyes went wide, as Roy opened the bedroom door.
The lights were off, but there were candles lit around the room, just enough to flicker against the edges the furniture, giving a hint of where they lay. There was a phonograph on a far table, and a piece of classical music that Jean didn’t recognize (though he was sure that Roy knew all about it) was playing softly in the background.
“Come in,” Roy almost purred seductively. An evil smile played against the corners of his mouth as he took Jean’s hand and led him towards the bed in the middle of the room, before once again closing the bedroom door behind him.
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Jean woke up the next morning- sore, yet extremely satisfied, with the book that Roy had been hiding for a week laying next to him. For the first time, he was able to read the cover, although the words ‘Karma Sutra’ meant nothing to him. He promised himself that he would ask his sleepy-headed lover about it when he finally woke, and chuckled to himself that this was the first that that he could remember since they had moved in together that he had woken up before the dark eyed alchemist.
And he swore than he would never again make fun of Roy’s reading habits.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set & Theme: #1, #13- Books; Movies (Replaces #11- Blind Date)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang
Rating: PG-13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1336
Disclaimer: No real spoilers or anything.
Summary: A little book knowledge can be a very, very good thing.
Author’s note: I am really sorry it has taken me so long to write again. When life comes at you, it does so full force, and it has been a while since I have been able to sit down and really concentrate on writing again. This fic may be a little rusty, but hopefully it is okay.
“You are such a nerd.”
Roy pouted slightly. ‘I am not!”
“Then why are you reading in bed?”
“Oh, you’ll find out later.”
Jean raised an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. “What the hell does that mean?”
The alchemist leaned over and gave his confused lover a soft kiss on the top of his forehead. “Don’t worry about it, love. You just go to sleep, and I promise I’ll explain everything in due time.”
Jean shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t get you. You’ve been reading that book every night for the past week, and you won’t let me see what it is. Then you keep telling me not to worry about it.” Jean grumbled.
The blond tried to lean over and steal a look at the front of the book, to at least see the title, but Roy pulled it away gave him a stern look. He closed the book and put it on the bedside table. Even with Roy’s body blocking his view, Jean saw the alchemic flash of white light before the room went dark again.
“There. Now you won’t be able to read it if you wake up before me, which you won’t. I know how much you love to get as much sleep as you can.” Roy grinned and placated the man with a short kiss on the lips before he wiggled down underneath the covers and spooned up behind his blond lover. “I’m almost done, so I’ll be able to tell you all about it tomorrow night, okay?”
“I guess.” Jean conceded, defeat evident in his voice, still a little upset that Roy was keeping something from him. He let out a deep breath and pressed close to Roy before closing his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.
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Jean was so busy at work for the next couple of days that for the most part, their little argument was shoved to the back of his mind. For most of the time, he was with a Brigadier General that was visiting from Central- shuffling him around from place to place and being his gopher when it came to getting him coffee and delivering documents to various points around East Headquarters.
He only passed Roy a couple times in the hall, and he was so busy that he hardly had time to acknowledge the alchemist. But that was fine with him. Whenever Jean had time to think about their conversation, he was still confused and upset at his ebon haired lover.
He was worn out, bone tired, by the time the end of the week finally rolled around. As usual, he met Roy at the military garage, where he drove them both back to the alchemist’s apartment. The ride home was pretty quiet. Roy tried to start a conversation several times, but when the blond mostly answered in as few words as possible, he quickly gave up, and spent the rest of the ride looking out the window at the city whizzing past him.
As soon as they got home, Jean went into the kitchen without a word and started to make dinner, while Roy set the table and straightened up the living room a little bit. Dinner was just as quiet as the car ride. Without talking to get in the way of their food consumption, the meal didn’t last long.
When it was over, Roy and Jean shared the duties of cleaning the dishes and the table. The two had been sharing the apartment for so long that the routine was almost second nature to them, and no words needed to be exchanged. After the kitchen was clean, Roy retreated to the living room, flopping down in his favorite old high backed chair. Jean followed him, but stayed standing a few feet away.
“I really am a bit tired,” Jean admitted, letting out a yawn and a stretch. “I know you’re almost done with that book- whatever it is, but I guess it’ll just have to wait another day. I don’t think I can stay awake for you to finish it.”
Roy smiled slyly. “If you think you can stay awake one more hour, I promise that I’ll make it worth your while.” He stood up, walked up behind Jean, and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s waist, pulling his back slightly into a tight embrace and leaning his head on Jean’s shoulder. It never ceased to amaze him how lucky it was that their difference in height made them a near perfect fit.
“Well, alright,” Jean finally acquiesced. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, when his lover placed soft kisses up and down his neck before finally breaking away.
“You stay here. I’m going back to the bedroom to finish reading. I’ll come get you when I’m done.” Roy kissed him one more time, and then smiled as he walked down the hall.
After watching his lover disappear into the bedroom and softly closing the door behind him, Jean made himself busy by glancing over the manual for his sidearm. He knew that he wasn’t nearly as much of a bookworm as Roy was, and when he moved in, he only brought a few books with him- this being one of them. It was dog-eared and stained with coffee from years of being used and abused, but it still held together somehow.
Even if he had wanted to concentrate on the manual- though he had already memorized it long ago- between his utter tiredness and the increasing curiosity of what lay inside the book that Roy was reading, he found that attempting to read it was an impossible task.
By the time Roy came out of the bedroom and back into the living room- wearing a wide smile and his red terrycloth robe- a little over an hour and quarter later, Jean had stopped trying to read altogether, and had almost lost the fight to keep his heavily drooping eyelids open.
“Jean, wake up,” Roy said with a grin, softly touching his lover’s shoulder and gently trying to wake him. The blond looked up with sleepy eyes, glassy and distant, trying to focus on the large blob in front of him. A few moments later, his mind caught up, and he smiled slightly and nodded, trying to get his tired and uncoordinated limbs to propel him into a standing position.
Roy propped him up slightly, taking the taller and heaver man’s weight on his shoulder while he carefully and slowly led him back to the bedroom. Any sleep that Jean was still trying to shake from his cobwebbed mind was gone, and his eyes went wide, as Roy opened the bedroom door.
The lights were off, but there were candles lit around the room, just enough to flicker against the edges the furniture, giving a hint of where they lay. There was a phonograph on a far table, and a piece of classical music that Jean didn’t recognize (though he was sure that Roy knew all about it) was playing softly in the background.
“Come in,” Roy almost purred seductively. An evil smile played against the corners of his mouth as he took Jean’s hand and led him towards the bed in the middle of the room, before once again closing the bedroom door behind him.
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Jean woke up the next morning- sore, yet extremely satisfied, with the book that Roy had been hiding for a week laying next to him. For the first time, he was able to read the cover, although the words ‘Karma Sutra’ meant nothing to him. He promised himself that he would ask his sleepy-headed lover about it when he finally woke, and chuckled to himself that this was the first that that he could remember since they had moved in together that he had woken up before the dark eyed alchemist.
And he swore than he would never again make fun of Roy’s reading habits.