The Seed of the Fire- Chapter 4: "Sleepwalk" (Mustang x Hughes)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Sleepwalk (The Seed of the Fire- Chapter 4)
Author: SeaweedOtter
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: Finally! R to NC-17 for some sexy sex! :)
Disclaimer: AU, Set before the anime started, while Maes and Roy were roommates at the military academy.
Summary: The first time they shared the same bed, Roy had a rather unusual habit to show Maes..
Read all of the chapters so far HERE!
The bedroom was only a few steps away, but it might as well have been a million miles, for as long as it took to get there- at least to Maes. He took a quick look around the room, only then remembering that he'd never seen it before. It was pretty messy- as most young men's dorms were, but there was a method to the madness, an organized mess. He couldn't explain it, but he got the distinct feeling that Roy could put his hands on anything that he needed to in a hurry. The small desk was overrun with stacked papers.
He hardly had time to register much else when he was gently tugged towards the bed. Roy sat on the side and patted a space next to him. Nervously, Maes sat down, and Roy turned to face him. "Now.. you are sure, right?" he asked, a worried look on his face. Maes didn't answer for a moment, and Roy silently prayed that he hadn't gotten cold feet at the last moment.
Maes took a deep breath. "Yes, I am sure, Roy." he said softly. His voice didn't sound vsure, but his eyes showed trust- and something else.. longing?
"Okay, but you give me the word, and I will stop. I won't let you do anything that you don't want to." Roy smiled, and put both of his hands on Maes' chest. Maes could feel the small callouses on his index fingers and thumbs. He knew it was from snapping his fingers to create flame, but it still surprised him. 'He must be practicing more than I thought' Maes thought to himself.
"What're you thinking about, handsome?" Roy asked, snapping Maes from his thoughts.
"Oh, just how your fingers are rough from snapping your fingers. Does... it hurt when you create fire?
Roy paused for a moment. Nobody, in all the years that he had been studying flame alchemy, had ever asked him that. He closed his eyes for a moment. "There... is a small flash of hot pain right as I snap, like touching a pan on the stove, and then immediatly pulling your finger away. But it only lasts for a split second, and it is gone. I've gotten used to it. It's a small price to pay for what I can do."
Gently, Maes took one of Roy's hands in his and raised it to his face, where he layed a soft kiss on his index finger, then on his thumb. Even after a shower in the morning and hours of taking exams, Roy''s fingers still smelled faintly of smoke and ash. Maes wondered if that was a mark that Roy would carry for the rest of his life.
There was a gentle moan from Roy's lips, sending Maes back into the present once again. He took Roy's other hand and kissed those fingers as well, then gently placed Roy's hands where they had been on his chest. Roy ran his hands gently over his new lover's chest, leaning in closer and giving Maes a long kiss. This kiss was more desperate, more needy than before. Roy used his hands and the leverage of his position to gently push Maes backwards onto the bed. Maes, to his own surprise, didn't fight it, he fell back with a little surprised squeak.
Roy hovered over Maes, kneeling with his legs on either side of his roommates' stomach. He leaned down and kissed Maes harder and faster, his tongue requesting, and gaining entrance into his mouth. His hands went over Maes' chest again, down his sides and to the waistband of his pants. He faltered there, afraid of moving too fast and scaring Maes away. He broke the kiss and looked down into those wonderful gold-green eyes, try and read what Maes was thinking.
"It's.. okay. They are getting uncomforatably tight anyways." Maes tried to flash one of those trademark smirks of his, but it didn't come off nearly as well as usual- it was full of anxiousness. Roy smiled softly and looked down, noticing the promintent tenting in the taller man's pants. He chuckled and bent his head low, kissing at Maes' belly. His kisses were light and slow, working his way down steadily towards those tightening pants. Maes shut his eyes tight. His hands dug into the sheets under him, and a loud groan escaped his lips.
When he couldn't kiss any lower, Roy scoot back a little, hovering close to Maes' waist. He took a couple of deep breaths and gently pulled his friend's pants down his legs and off his ankles, throwing them to the floor. All he had on now was a very tight pair of boxer shorts.
"P-p-please... go.. ahead.." Maes almost pleaded. A wave of nervousness swept Roy. Was he taking advantage of his roommate, he wondered? It sure seemed like he was enjoying it, and he hadn't asked to stop yet, but was it the heat of the moment? If it was, Roy would never forgive himself.
Maes saw him hesitating, and being into investigations, it only took him a second to realize why. "Please, Roy. I know what I am doing..." his voice quivered a little. Roy wasn't totally convinced. "I want you to do this. Please, I am begging you, Roy. Show me what it's like."
Roy closed his eyes for a second, and shivered. He had heard begging and pleading from women and men before, but it was somehow different when it came from this man- a man he had admired from a far, cared for as a friend, and was now coming to know as a lover. Maes' voice was scared, and nervous. He was needy and desperate and longing, and Roy didn't want to make this man suffer. wait, or doubt any longer.
It took every fibre of Roy's being to not rip the remaining bit of clothing off the man underneath him. He kept his composure, and with a little nod, pulled the boxers down, depositing them onto the floor. Maes gasped a little as his most private parts were layed bare, the cool air seeping in from the winter raging outside making him shiver slightly.
"Oh... God, Maes." was all that Roy could whisper. It was more perfect than he could have imagined, long and thin, like the man that wielded it. A thick forest of dark curly locks hid some from view, but it was fully at attention now, flushed red with need.
"Oh... God.." he repeated. He was frozen, lost in the moment. He was never sure that he would get to this point, and now that he was here, his well practised mind was failing him. Deep in Roy's head he was cursing himself, trying to will his body to move, to do something.
A groan from his lover finally snapped him back, and he leaned his head down, his mouth hovering mere inches from the tip of the rock hard member. Roy took a second to breathe in this man, smell the heat of his musk, the salt of his sweat. He wanted to take him and just ravage him with love, show him everything that can make him feel pleasure, but he knew he had to be slow and let him learn.
Softly he put one hand on Maes' side, rubbing gently up and down. His other hand dug into the bed for balance. He leaned his head down, opening his mouth slightly and taking in the very tip of Maes' length into his mouth. The first slight touch made Maes arch his back and gasp loudly. Roy paused for a moment, and Maes groaned and whimpered, bucking his hips a little up towards Roy. That was all the encouragement that he needed.
Roy moved his head back down, taking the entire glans into his mouth and closing it softly, sealing him in. He suckled lightly while his tongue danced around the top, moving down the crevice to the underside, the part that he knew was especially sensitive. He had to fight his gag reflex when Maes arched his back, pushing up into him again with a cry of pleasure. He could already tell in this state, Maes wasn't going to last long. Roy remembered that he hadn't lasted long his first time either, so he was prepared.
He sucked a little harder, forming a tighter seal around his mouth. He barely scraped his teeth against the underside of the length that had been thrust inside. Roy knew how much pressure to apply, how to make it feel good but not hurt or become overly sensitive. He knew the places that made a man squirm the most. They had been shown to him many times.
But he had one more trick up his sleeve. He hummed softly with Maes still inside of his mouth, using his warm breath, and the vibrations pf sound to stimulate the writhing man underneath him even more.. "Oh... g-g-god... ROOOOOOOY!!!" Maes yelled out, violently bucking off the bed, digging his nails into the sheets, and throwing his head from side to side. His orgasm came hard and fast, hitting like a freight train.
Eagerly, Roy took his seed in his mouth, years of experience having gotten him used to the salty, bitter taste. He couldn't say he really relished the flavor, but knowing that he made the man that he was with explode in pleasure was enough to make it taste sweet.
He was patient, waiting for Maes to arch and buck until the intense feelings had passed, then he carefully took Maes out of his mouth and sat up on the side of the bed. He waited, watching his friend's breathing finally start to even out and his clenched fists relax and release the poor defenseless sheets that he had ravaged beneath him. When Maes finally opened and blinked his eyes, and looked into Roy's dark eyes, he smiled, seeing the fire that he had come to love.
"R-r-r-roy.."
Roy leaned down and gave his new love a soft kiss on the lips, and Maes had the first taste of the saltiness that was his own essence. It made Maes scrunch up his face, and Roy couldn't help but giggle. "That is a small taste of what can be done. There is alot more to explore, if you are still interested. I don't mean tonight, but in the future. We can have the rest of our lives to discover, if you wish."
For a moment, Maes wasn't sure how to answer. His head was still swimming with everything that had just transpired. He'd never been in a serious relationship. Was he ready for the rest of his life? Or was he just as confused as earlier? "I... would like to learn more.." he softly replied, still slightly breathless, his chest- sweaty with his exertion- still rose and fell quickly. "I'm not worried about the rest of our lives yet, I'm just happy we have tonight."
Roy flashed a quick look of disapointment, but it was immediatly replaced by a deep smile. Right now, he had to agree that he was happy about tonight. "The rest of our lives will work themselves out." He said, giving Maes another, slightly longer kiss. He groaned softly. When he leaned down to kiss Maes again, his body had reminded him that he was also quite aroused and aching for attention. It only took Roy giving himself a quick look for Maes to follow his eyes and see what the issue was.
"Oh, I guess we shouldn't forget about you, huh?" Maes smiled. "But.. I'm not sure what to do." he admitted. He sat up, with a rather sheepish grin. At first, Roy was going to tell him not to worry about it, but his aching length, along with the thought of seeing how Maes would handle his first ever male companion- him, won him over.
"Well," he said, turning to face Maes and sitting crosslegged in front of him on the bed, "why don't you stroke me a bit? I know you've done that. I hear you sometimes thru these thin walls." Red wouldn't begin to describe the color that Maes turned when he heard that. Roy realized it after he had opened his mouth. "Oh, damnit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that..." Maes just smiled, understandingly, and scooted closer.
"I know what feels good on me, but I would imagine that it's a little different to everyone, so just tell me what I do right or wrong, okay?" Maes put his legs on either side of Roy's thin hips and tugged playfully at his pants. "Um... you have to take those off, you goof. I don't know alot, but I know that at least!"
"Oh.. yeah.. heh." Roy flashed an embarassed smile and kneeled, wiggling and worming untill he was able to take the pants off and tossed them onto the growing pile. His tank top finished the pile off. Maes couldn't help but giggle just a bit that Roy hadn't even bothered to put on any underwear, and suddenly wondered if that was how he always wore his pants, even his dress pants? He couldn't imagine his own bits rubbing against that stiff blue fabric all day. It would either give him a permanant hard on, or chafing burns- he wasn't sure which. Either way, it would have to wait. He had more.. pressing matters.
Roy settled back onto the bed, and Maes moved close to him again. He gave his love a kiss on the lips- his broad, flat hands running over Roy's soft, bare chest, without a hint of hair save the tiny trail that started just above his waistline. He was a bit shorter than Maes, but much thicker, with much more sparce hair leaving little of himself to the imagination. As flushed with lust as it was, it was a deeper red as well, the head a few shades darker than the rest.
When Maes' hand reached Roy's inner thigh, he moaned softly. "Maes.. please, don't make me wait.." he said breathily. It took the older man by surprise for a moment, but he quickly moved his hand inside his thigh and lightly gripped the throbbing length, making Roy shiver and groan. Maes went to the slow stroking rhythm that he knew well from many lonely nights. Eagerly Roy rocked in time with the thrusts, biting his lips and clutching the sheets tight.
"F-f-faster... p-p-please.." he begged.
Maes smiled and nodded, speeding up immediatly- holding his length tighter and using his whole body to move with the stroke.. up and down the length, harder and tighter, his other hand caressed his lover's inner thigh. Roy tensed. He knew he was very close. Usually he could hold himself back longer, but with all the attention he had given, and the attention that was now being given to him by this man whom he had secretly cared about for so long, it was all just so wonderful, so intoxicating that he couldnt help but be so aroused.
"More... I am almost there...." Roy softly leaned in an almost hissed in Maes' ear.
"Mmmm." Maes smiled and leaned down, giving Roy a tiny kiss on the tip of his glans, pausing his stroking just a moment, then going back into the rhythm harder and faster than before. It was mere moments before Roy was arching his back and closing his eyes tight.. moaning out Maes' name while the orgasm rocked his body, splashing his stomach with his juices.
When Roy opened his eyes, after his head stopped swirling with pleasure, he was a bit surprised to see Maes trying just a bit of the seed that had coated his hand. He made a rather funny scrunched up face, then quickly pulled his hand away. Roy couldn't help but laugh, which startled Maes.
"Oh... sorry. I was.. just curious. It tastes... different then when I kissed you. I think... sweeter.."
"Yeah. every man is a little different. It also depends on what they eat that day. They can be sweeter, or saltier, or more bitter. It is... an aquired taste, I guess. Some people never get used to it." Roy admitted. Gently Roy took his lover's hand and brought it to his mouth, suckling on the end of a finger for just a moment. He smiled. "Yeah, it is different," he nodded. "But not in a bad way."
He leaned in and gave Maes a little kiss. "I don't know about you, but I am a bit tired. I am going to clean up a little, and then head to bed, if that is okay." He paused for a moment. "You know.. I know the beds here are small.. but.. if you wanted to... sleep in here... you could.." Roy blushed deep red as he gave Maes one last kiss, then got up from the bed and quietly padded over to the bathroom without waiting for an answer. He figured his friend may need time to think about it.
Maes got up and followed a moment later. Immediatly when he got up he went towards his clothes- a force of habit from his normal morning routine. He had never been able to walk to the bathroom naked before. With a shrug and a smile, he left his clothes where they were and followed Roy into the small bathroom, where was finishing up washing himself with a washcloth and brushing his teeth.
They were quiet for a bit, while Maes took a turn by the sink cleaning himself as well. He brushed his teeth, and followed Roy back to his bedroom, stopping at the doorway. Roy patiently sat at the end of his bed, like before. He said nothing, just patted the bed softly and gave Maes a little smile. Maes smiled and shook his head, sitting on the bed next to his new lover. Roy gave him a little kiss and layed down, gathering the wrinkled sheets, holding them open. Maes took a couple of deep breaths and climbed in, feeling the warmth of his roommate's body as he spooned up- snuggled close behind him, softly draping his arm over his chest.
It took a little while for Maes to relax, having a naked man cuddling up behind him, holding him close. Roy was already breathing heavily, falling into a light sleep. Maes was tired, his body drained- figurativly and literally, but his mind was racing with the memories of what had just transpired. Was he going to regret this in the morning? The way he was feeling now, he certainly didn't think so, but was his head clear? He wasn't sure. He layed on his back and stared at the ceiling for a while. It could have been 5 minutes or an hour, he really wasn't sure.
He felt Roy stirring a bit. "Roy?" he asked softly. When there was no answer, he figured that the man was just turning over. But when he kept moving, Maes wasn't really sure what was going on. He saw Roy sit up, but his eyes were still closed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and started to stand. "Roy?" Maes asked a little louder. Roy started to take a step forward. "ROY!" Maes yelled, jumping out of bed and taking the couple of steps quickly to close the distance between himself and his apparantly sleepwalking friend. he grabbed Roy and shook him, yelling "ROY! wake UP!"
Roy blinked his eyes sleepily. It took him a moment to figure out where he was. "M-m-maes?" he stammered. He looked around. "Where am I?"
"You were sleepwalking, Roy. I've never seen you do that before. Is that.. normal for you?"
He blinked a couple more times, rubbing his eyes softly. "Well, not often, but once in a while, usually when I have alot on my mind."
"It is okay, Roy. Let's just get you back to bed. I don't know how to make sure you stay in bed, short of tying you down, but I don't think you want that." Roy just cocked up one eyebrow, a slight smile on his face. And all of a sudden, with the look that Roy gave him, Maes wondered if he really *WOULDN'T* have liked that. Gently he led the still very sleepy Roy back to bed and tucked him in. He thought about leaving him and heading to his room- since he was out of bed this was the perfect time to excuse himself, but he found that he still wanted to be close to Roy, to see how it felt to wake up to him in the morning. He would certainly know then if he regretted it or not.
With a little sigh, Maes layed back down in his roommate's bed after making sure that Roy was breathing softly, on his way back to sleep. For a while, he fought off his own gathering sleepiness to make sure that Roy wasn't going anywhere, but it didn't take long until he couldn't fight it any more, and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Title: Sleepwalk (The Seed of the Fire- Chapter 4)
Author: SeaweedOtter
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: Finally! R to NC-17 for some sexy sex! :)
Disclaimer: AU, Set before the anime started, while Maes and Roy were roommates at the military academy.
Summary: The first time they shared the same bed, Roy had a rather unusual habit to show Maes..
Read all of the chapters so far HERE!
The bedroom was only a few steps away, but it might as well have been a million miles, for as long as it took to get there- at least to Maes. He took a quick look around the room, only then remembering that he'd never seen it before. It was pretty messy- as most young men's dorms were, but there was a method to the madness, an organized mess. He couldn't explain it, but he got the distinct feeling that Roy could put his hands on anything that he needed to in a hurry. The small desk was overrun with stacked papers.
He hardly had time to register much else when he was gently tugged towards the bed. Roy sat on the side and patted a space next to him. Nervously, Maes sat down, and Roy turned to face him. "Now.. you are sure, right?" he asked, a worried look on his face. Maes didn't answer for a moment, and Roy silently prayed that he hadn't gotten cold feet at the last moment.
Maes took a deep breath. "Yes, I am sure, Roy." he said softly. His voice didn't sound vsure, but his eyes showed trust- and something else.. longing?
"Okay, but you give me the word, and I will stop. I won't let you do anything that you don't want to." Roy smiled, and put both of his hands on Maes' chest. Maes could feel the small callouses on his index fingers and thumbs. He knew it was from snapping his fingers to create flame, but it still surprised him. 'He must be practicing more than I thought' Maes thought to himself.
"What're you thinking about, handsome?" Roy asked, snapping Maes from his thoughts.
"Oh, just how your fingers are rough from snapping your fingers. Does... it hurt when you create fire?
Roy paused for a moment. Nobody, in all the years that he had been studying flame alchemy, had ever asked him that. He closed his eyes for a moment. "There... is a small flash of hot pain right as I snap, like touching a pan on the stove, and then immediatly pulling your finger away. But it only lasts for a split second, and it is gone. I've gotten used to it. It's a small price to pay for what I can do."
Gently, Maes took one of Roy's hands in his and raised it to his face, where he layed a soft kiss on his index finger, then on his thumb. Even after a shower in the morning and hours of taking exams, Roy''s fingers still smelled faintly of smoke and ash. Maes wondered if that was a mark that Roy would carry for the rest of his life.
There was a gentle moan from Roy's lips, sending Maes back into the present once again. He took Roy's other hand and kissed those fingers as well, then gently placed Roy's hands where they had been on his chest. Roy ran his hands gently over his new lover's chest, leaning in closer and giving Maes a long kiss. This kiss was more desperate, more needy than before. Roy used his hands and the leverage of his position to gently push Maes backwards onto the bed. Maes, to his own surprise, didn't fight it, he fell back with a little surprised squeak.
Roy hovered over Maes, kneeling with his legs on either side of his roommates' stomach. He leaned down and kissed Maes harder and faster, his tongue requesting, and gaining entrance into his mouth. His hands went over Maes' chest again, down his sides and to the waistband of his pants. He faltered there, afraid of moving too fast and scaring Maes away. He broke the kiss and looked down into those wonderful gold-green eyes, try and read what Maes was thinking.
"It's.. okay. They are getting uncomforatably tight anyways." Maes tried to flash one of those trademark smirks of his, but it didn't come off nearly as well as usual- it was full of anxiousness. Roy smiled softly and looked down, noticing the promintent tenting in the taller man's pants. He chuckled and bent his head low, kissing at Maes' belly. His kisses were light and slow, working his way down steadily towards those tightening pants. Maes shut his eyes tight. His hands dug into the sheets under him, and a loud groan escaped his lips.
When he couldn't kiss any lower, Roy scoot back a little, hovering close to Maes' waist. He took a couple of deep breaths and gently pulled his friend's pants down his legs and off his ankles, throwing them to the floor. All he had on now was a very tight pair of boxer shorts.
"P-p-please... go.. ahead.." Maes almost pleaded. A wave of nervousness swept Roy. Was he taking advantage of his roommate, he wondered? It sure seemed like he was enjoying it, and he hadn't asked to stop yet, but was it the heat of the moment? If it was, Roy would never forgive himself.
Maes saw him hesitating, and being into investigations, it only took him a second to realize why. "Please, Roy. I know what I am doing..." his voice quivered a little. Roy wasn't totally convinced. "I want you to do this. Please, I am begging you, Roy. Show me what it's like."
Roy closed his eyes for a second, and shivered. He had heard begging and pleading from women and men before, but it was somehow different when it came from this man- a man he had admired from a far, cared for as a friend, and was now coming to know as a lover. Maes' voice was scared, and nervous. He was needy and desperate and longing, and Roy didn't want to make this man suffer. wait, or doubt any longer.
It took every fibre of Roy's being to not rip the remaining bit of clothing off the man underneath him. He kept his composure, and with a little nod, pulled the boxers down, depositing them onto the floor. Maes gasped a little as his most private parts were layed bare, the cool air seeping in from the winter raging outside making him shiver slightly.
"Oh... God, Maes." was all that Roy could whisper. It was more perfect than he could have imagined, long and thin, like the man that wielded it. A thick forest of dark curly locks hid some from view, but it was fully at attention now, flushed red with need.
"Oh... God.." he repeated. He was frozen, lost in the moment. He was never sure that he would get to this point, and now that he was here, his well practised mind was failing him. Deep in Roy's head he was cursing himself, trying to will his body to move, to do something.
A groan from his lover finally snapped him back, and he leaned his head down, his mouth hovering mere inches from the tip of the rock hard member. Roy took a second to breathe in this man, smell the heat of his musk, the salt of his sweat. He wanted to take him and just ravage him with love, show him everything that can make him feel pleasure, but he knew he had to be slow and let him learn.
Softly he put one hand on Maes' side, rubbing gently up and down. His other hand dug into the bed for balance. He leaned his head down, opening his mouth slightly and taking in the very tip of Maes' length into his mouth. The first slight touch made Maes arch his back and gasp loudly. Roy paused for a moment, and Maes groaned and whimpered, bucking his hips a little up towards Roy. That was all the encouragement that he needed.
Roy moved his head back down, taking the entire glans into his mouth and closing it softly, sealing him in. He suckled lightly while his tongue danced around the top, moving down the crevice to the underside, the part that he knew was especially sensitive. He had to fight his gag reflex when Maes arched his back, pushing up into him again with a cry of pleasure. He could already tell in this state, Maes wasn't going to last long. Roy remembered that he hadn't lasted long his first time either, so he was prepared.
He sucked a little harder, forming a tighter seal around his mouth. He barely scraped his teeth against the underside of the length that had been thrust inside. Roy knew how much pressure to apply, how to make it feel good but not hurt or become overly sensitive. He knew the places that made a man squirm the most. They had been shown to him many times.
But he had one more trick up his sleeve. He hummed softly with Maes still inside of his mouth, using his warm breath, and the vibrations pf sound to stimulate the writhing man underneath him even more.. "Oh... g-g-god... ROOOOOOOY!!!" Maes yelled out, violently bucking off the bed, digging his nails into the sheets, and throwing his head from side to side. His orgasm came hard and fast, hitting like a freight train.
Eagerly, Roy took his seed in his mouth, years of experience having gotten him used to the salty, bitter taste. He couldn't say he really relished the flavor, but knowing that he made the man that he was with explode in pleasure was enough to make it taste sweet.
He was patient, waiting for Maes to arch and buck until the intense feelings had passed, then he carefully took Maes out of his mouth and sat up on the side of the bed. He waited, watching his friend's breathing finally start to even out and his clenched fists relax and release the poor defenseless sheets that he had ravaged beneath him. When Maes finally opened and blinked his eyes, and looked into Roy's dark eyes, he smiled, seeing the fire that he had come to love.
"R-r-r-roy.."
Roy leaned down and gave his new love a soft kiss on the lips, and Maes had the first taste of the saltiness that was his own essence. It made Maes scrunch up his face, and Roy couldn't help but giggle. "That is a small taste of what can be done. There is alot more to explore, if you are still interested. I don't mean tonight, but in the future. We can have the rest of our lives to discover, if you wish."
For a moment, Maes wasn't sure how to answer. His head was still swimming with everything that had just transpired. He'd never been in a serious relationship. Was he ready for the rest of his life? Or was he just as confused as earlier? "I... would like to learn more.." he softly replied, still slightly breathless, his chest- sweaty with his exertion- still rose and fell quickly. "I'm not worried about the rest of our lives yet, I'm just happy we have tonight."
Roy flashed a quick look of disapointment, but it was immediatly replaced by a deep smile. Right now, he had to agree that he was happy about tonight. "The rest of our lives will work themselves out." He said, giving Maes another, slightly longer kiss. He groaned softly. When he leaned down to kiss Maes again, his body had reminded him that he was also quite aroused and aching for attention. It only took Roy giving himself a quick look for Maes to follow his eyes and see what the issue was.
"Oh, I guess we shouldn't forget about you, huh?" Maes smiled. "But.. I'm not sure what to do." he admitted. He sat up, with a rather sheepish grin. At first, Roy was going to tell him not to worry about it, but his aching length, along with the thought of seeing how Maes would handle his first ever male companion- him, won him over.
"Well," he said, turning to face Maes and sitting crosslegged in front of him on the bed, "why don't you stroke me a bit? I know you've done that. I hear you sometimes thru these thin walls." Red wouldn't begin to describe the color that Maes turned when he heard that. Roy realized it after he had opened his mouth. "Oh, damnit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that..." Maes just smiled, understandingly, and scooted closer.
"I know what feels good on me, but I would imagine that it's a little different to everyone, so just tell me what I do right or wrong, okay?" Maes put his legs on either side of Roy's thin hips and tugged playfully at his pants. "Um... you have to take those off, you goof. I don't know alot, but I know that at least!"
"Oh.. yeah.. heh." Roy flashed an embarassed smile and kneeled, wiggling and worming untill he was able to take the pants off and tossed them onto the growing pile. His tank top finished the pile off. Maes couldn't help but giggle just a bit that Roy hadn't even bothered to put on any underwear, and suddenly wondered if that was how he always wore his pants, even his dress pants? He couldn't imagine his own bits rubbing against that stiff blue fabric all day. It would either give him a permanant hard on, or chafing burns- he wasn't sure which. Either way, it would have to wait. He had more.. pressing matters.
Roy settled back onto the bed, and Maes moved close to him again. He gave his love a kiss on the lips- his broad, flat hands running over Roy's soft, bare chest, without a hint of hair save the tiny trail that started just above his waistline. He was a bit shorter than Maes, but much thicker, with much more sparce hair leaving little of himself to the imagination. As flushed with lust as it was, it was a deeper red as well, the head a few shades darker than the rest.
When Maes' hand reached Roy's inner thigh, he moaned softly. "Maes.. please, don't make me wait.." he said breathily. It took the older man by surprise for a moment, but he quickly moved his hand inside his thigh and lightly gripped the throbbing length, making Roy shiver and groan. Maes went to the slow stroking rhythm that he knew well from many lonely nights. Eagerly Roy rocked in time with the thrusts, biting his lips and clutching the sheets tight.
"F-f-faster... p-p-please.." he begged.
Maes smiled and nodded, speeding up immediatly- holding his length tighter and using his whole body to move with the stroke.. up and down the length, harder and tighter, his other hand caressed his lover's inner thigh. Roy tensed. He knew he was very close. Usually he could hold himself back longer, but with all the attention he had given, and the attention that was now being given to him by this man whom he had secretly cared about for so long, it was all just so wonderful, so intoxicating that he couldnt help but be so aroused.
"More... I am almost there...." Roy softly leaned in an almost hissed in Maes' ear.
"Mmmm." Maes smiled and leaned down, giving Roy a tiny kiss on the tip of his glans, pausing his stroking just a moment, then going back into the rhythm harder and faster than before. It was mere moments before Roy was arching his back and closing his eyes tight.. moaning out Maes' name while the orgasm rocked his body, splashing his stomach with his juices.
When Roy opened his eyes, after his head stopped swirling with pleasure, he was a bit surprised to see Maes trying just a bit of the seed that had coated his hand. He made a rather funny scrunched up face, then quickly pulled his hand away. Roy couldn't help but laugh, which startled Maes.
"Oh... sorry. I was.. just curious. It tastes... different then when I kissed you. I think... sweeter.."
"Yeah. every man is a little different. It also depends on what they eat that day. They can be sweeter, or saltier, or more bitter. It is... an aquired taste, I guess. Some people never get used to it." Roy admitted. Gently Roy took his lover's hand and brought it to his mouth, suckling on the end of a finger for just a moment. He smiled. "Yeah, it is different," he nodded. "But not in a bad way."
He leaned in and gave Maes a little kiss. "I don't know about you, but I am a bit tired. I am going to clean up a little, and then head to bed, if that is okay." He paused for a moment. "You know.. I know the beds here are small.. but.. if you wanted to... sleep in here... you could.." Roy blushed deep red as he gave Maes one last kiss, then got up from the bed and quietly padded over to the bathroom without waiting for an answer. He figured his friend may need time to think about it.
Maes got up and followed a moment later. Immediatly when he got up he went towards his clothes- a force of habit from his normal morning routine. He had never been able to walk to the bathroom naked before. With a shrug and a smile, he left his clothes where they were and followed Roy into the small bathroom, where was finishing up washing himself with a washcloth and brushing his teeth.
They were quiet for a bit, while Maes took a turn by the sink cleaning himself as well. He brushed his teeth, and followed Roy back to his bedroom, stopping at the doorway. Roy patiently sat at the end of his bed, like before. He said nothing, just patted the bed softly and gave Maes a little smile. Maes smiled and shook his head, sitting on the bed next to his new lover. Roy gave him a little kiss and layed down, gathering the wrinkled sheets, holding them open. Maes took a couple of deep breaths and climbed in, feeling the warmth of his roommate's body as he spooned up- snuggled close behind him, softly draping his arm over his chest.
It took a little while for Maes to relax, having a naked man cuddling up behind him, holding him close. Roy was already breathing heavily, falling into a light sleep. Maes was tired, his body drained- figurativly and literally, but his mind was racing with the memories of what had just transpired. Was he going to regret this in the morning? The way he was feeling now, he certainly didn't think so, but was his head clear? He wasn't sure. He layed on his back and stared at the ceiling for a while. It could have been 5 minutes or an hour, he really wasn't sure.
He felt Roy stirring a bit. "Roy?" he asked softly. When there was no answer, he figured that the man was just turning over. But when he kept moving, Maes wasn't really sure what was going on. He saw Roy sit up, but his eyes were still closed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and started to stand. "Roy?" Maes asked a little louder. Roy started to take a step forward. "ROY!" Maes yelled, jumping out of bed and taking the couple of steps quickly to close the distance between himself and his apparantly sleepwalking friend. he grabbed Roy and shook him, yelling "ROY! wake UP!"
Roy blinked his eyes sleepily. It took him a moment to figure out where he was. "M-m-maes?" he stammered. He looked around. "Where am I?"
"You were sleepwalking, Roy. I've never seen you do that before. Is that.. normal for you?"
He blinked a couple more times, rubbing his eyes softly. "Well, not often, but once in a while, usually when I have alot on my mind."
"It is okay, Roy. Let's just get you back to bed. I don't know how to make sure you stay in bed, short of tying you down, but I don't think you want that." Roy just cocked up one eyebrow, a slight smile on his face. And all of a sudden, with the look that Roy gave him, Maes wondered if he really *WOULDN'T* have liked that. Gently he led the still very sleepy Roy back to bed and tucked him in. He thought about leaving him and heading to his room- since he was out of bed this was the perfect time to excuse himself, but he found that he still wanted to be close to Roy, to see how it felt to wake up to him in the morning. He would certainly know then if he regretted it or not.
With a little sigh, Maes layed back down in his roommate's bed after making sure that Roy was breathing softly, on his way back to sleep. For a while, he fought off his own gathering sleepiness to make sure that Roy wasn't going anywhere, but it didn't take long until he couldn't fight it any more, and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.