Title: Big Boy
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Type: Light Eroticism, Oneshot
Warnings: Foreplayish type behavior
Word Count: 1,256
Summary: When Roy slams his fingers in a drawer, Ed offers to kiss them better.
A/N: Apparently I depressed everyone with my last oneshot, so I thought I'd put something out there that was a little lighter in nature... ^ ^;
When the drawer slammed shut on his fingers,
“Nothing...” he muttered. Like he was going to tell Ed that he’d smashed his fingers in a drawer...
“No really,” Ed said, getting up and walking over. He looked slightly concerned. “Your face is turning red.” From the pain or the embarrassment of the situation, or both
Alright, so Ed had figured it out, not a big deal. At least he had the decency to not laugh outright at him. That was the advantage to having kids grow up; they learn to control themselves... Not that he considered Ed to be completely an adult, but at eighteen he’d mellowed quite a bit.
“I’ve done that before,” Ed said, as if trying to sympathize with him.
Yes, well, that’s you now isn’t it?
Holding out a hand, Ed smiled and said, “Give me your hand.”
“No thank you,”
“Okay...” Ed drawled, then knelt on the floor beside him before putting his hands behind his back. “Hold out your hand. I won’t touch it with mine.”
“When I was a kid, my mother always kissed our booboos better. I just thought I’d give it a try to see if it helped.”
“Something like that...” Ed said smoothly. “If you don’t like it, then you can move your hand away.”
He stared deeply into Ed’s golden eyes—unwavering and determined. What was going on behind that brain of his? Ed was often spontaneous and did some of the craziest things, but this was just a little more off kilter than normal.
“I won’t hurt you...” Ed whispered, deepening
As if in a trance,
He pulled back and inched the glove forward before moving to the pointer finger, then to the ring finger, then to the pinky. After pulling the glove from the thumb, Ed returned to the middle finger, paused to glance up at Roy, then slowly pulled the glove all the way off; never taking his gaze from him. Ed sat there for a moment with the glove hanging out of his mouth, then slowly opened his mouth and let it drop.
Ed moved his gaze down to
When Ed leaned in the movement caught
Ed positioned himself so that his head was over
Transfixed. Yes, that was the word.
The increased heat to the already fevered fingers did nothing to take away the pain, but what Ed was doing felt so deliciously good and the pleasure and the pain mixed together to form a completely different sensation.
Ed lifted his eyes up to Roy’s as he slipped his tongue between Roy’s fingers and slowly dragged it along the inside of the fingers before moving it in-between another set.
Dragging his tongue back to the tip of Roy’s middle finger, Ed opened his mouth and slipped the finger slowly between his lips and Roy gave an almost inaudible whimper at feeling that one digit taken inside of Ed’s mouth—so warm... so wet.
Finally, Ed pulled back, letting the finger slide wetly from his mouth, and whispered, “Feel better?”
Ed smiled a small smile, then his eyes flickered down to
Ed picked up his papers, and started toward the door. He opened it, then looked at
“I’m a big boy now,” Ed said. “Just thought I’d let you know.”
His smile widened into a feral grin and then he was gone; leaving