Second Thoughts

"You tricked me," was the first thing Roy accused when he woke up.

Ed, lounging comfortably on Roy's stomach, only looked smug. "I can't help it if you're dense," he said airily. "You were still thinking of me like I was a twelve year old kid. I could tell."

Roy had to admit that. First impressions could be hard to break.

"In case you hadn't noticed," Ed went on, poking Roy in the chest, "I am no longer twelve. I'm seventeen and my balls dropped four years ago and I'm horny as hell. And you happen to be the sexiest damn thing within a day's train ride. So."

"That was underhanded of you, Fullmetal," Roy said weakly, because as much as he hated to admit it, there was nothing childish about Edward now at all. Particularly not when he lounged around in his skin as comfortably as clothed. Particularly not where his fingers had been two hours ago, and the wicked grin that had been on his face the entire time.

Ed leaned up over him, the grin stealing back. "You set yourself up for it," he teased. "Honestly, just drinking any damn thing that was handed to you. You wanna be Fuhrer with that attitude? You'll be assassinated before the month is out."


"No," Ed said, the low and fervent tone taking Roy by surprise. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

And by the way he showered Roy's face with kisses, it seemed he did.