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Stamina (Mustang x Hughes) For 55Themes: #1- Sports

Author: SeaweedOtter
Title: Stamina
Theme and Number: #1-Sports
Genres: Romance, Humor
Warnings/Disclaimers: Yaoi goodness, and a fake Roy backhistory.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy Mustang x Maes Hughes
Rating: PG-13, maybe R.
Summary: Stamina is not always a good thing to all people.

Roy Mustang had never been very good at sports, which was good for him, since he didn't participate unless he was told that he absolutely had to. Growing up he had always been shorter and skinnier than the rest of the kids, and it caused him to be the butt of many jokes.

With his light build and long legs, there was only one sport that he ever excelled in, and that was track. But he hated the tiny shorts that they had been forced to wear. They looked way too much like male miniskirts for his tastes. Still, even with the poor fashion sense, there was an upside to being forced to run long miles in the sweltering head of the summer.

Those long legs of his, and the muscles that the running had developed, had helped him be able to run away from most of the larger kids. The same ones who had been able to catch him when he was younger, before the bad shorts. He didn't know it at the time, but the stamina that he had built up by running around the track would help him throughout the rest of his life.

"Good lord, Roy. Are you like a rabbit or something?" Maes lay beside his lover. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body, and under the thin white covers, his chest rose and fell quickly while he tried to catch his breath. His body ached in the best of ways, and his eyes- which he still couldn't quite get to focus- stared up blankly at the ceiling above.

"No. I just don't get to spend much time with you, and I want to make the most of it." Roy replied, hardly sounding winded at all. He snuggled closer to the taller man, pressing the warmth of his body against him, and draping his arm across his lover's chest, idly tracing a finger over the man's pectoral muscles.

"You know, most men need some time to rest afterwards. I have no idea why you are ready to go again so soon." Maes took a deep breath and let out a soft sigh of contentment, pressing back against the alchemist behind him slightly. Roy smiled and gently played with his hair, slick and matted with exertion.

"If you keep teasing me like that, you won't have a choice but to submit to me!" Roy smiled and planted soft kisses on his lover's neck, making him moan softly. His feet kicked under the covers, tangling him and exposing his feet.

"Where do you get this stamina, Roy? I have never seen you work out, and you don't seem like the type to be into sports, not since I have known you since the academy at least. Yet you stay skinny no matter what you eat, and you are always wearing me out when we sleep together."

Roy smiled. His kisses moved down Maes' neck, to his shoulder- one finger tracing over a nipple, making him groan and wiggle softly. "I guess I never told you about when I was a kid in grade school." He started, snuggling closer and getting comfortable. "I was a scrawny kid-"

"You are a scrawny adult!" Maes interjected with a wide smile on his face.

The alchemist shot him a deadly look, and he quieted up immediately, the smile
leaving his face. "As I was saying, when I was younger, I would get beat up a lot. That was one of the reasons that I wanted to go into alchemy. I wanted to be able to defend myself. I didn't understand at the time that that wasn't what alchemy was about, but it sounded like a good escape when you had to keep explaining your black eyes and bloody noses to your family. When I got a little older, one teacher told me that I had good runner's legs, and they put me on the track team. I didn't like it, but I did well, and that helped me get a head start on anyone who tried to beat me up after that."

"Ah. So I get it. You ran a lot of track, you built up your stamina, and now you can tire your lovers out, while you are still ready and raring to go." Maes chuckled. "No wonder you always have so many girlfriends. You must have gotten quite a reputation as a tiger in bed at the academy, and all the girls wanted to give 'The Mustang' a ride."

Roy shook his head and smiled. "Well, you have given 'The Mustang a ride'." He
replied with a smirk. "Do you think that reputation is well founded?"

Maes didn't say a word for a few moments. He leaned in and nibble lightly on his lover's neck, his finger tracing a line back up towards the underside of his chin. "I would say that anyone who is lucky enough to get some time with 'The Mustang' will never be the same."

Roy rolled Maes over until they were face to face. He put a hand behind his lover's head and pulled Maes to him, into a deep kiss. His world was nothing more than the moment, the feeling of him and Maes, two bodies joined together as one. When he finally broke the kiss, Maes smiled at him, lust embedded deeply in his citrine eyes. "Let me guess. You are trying to get me ready to go again right?" He smirked.

The alchemist pressed his hips up lightly against his lover, pushing his body close and grinding his hips against him from under the covers. He felt the suspicious bulge that met him, and his grin grew wider. "Hmm.. It looks like your body is betraying you. It is saying that you are ready to go."

Maes chuckled and pressed back against Roy. "And as I suspected, you are as well." He let out a mock sigh. "Well, I guess 'The Mustang' is just gonna have to wear me out a little more then, eh?"

Roy needed no further bidding. He rolled Maes onto his back and pinned him down, putting his hands on either side of the man's head. He leaned down and kissed him, his tongue gaining entrance into the taller man's mouth, while his hips pressed down pushing their aching bodies together. Roy leaned down and whispered in his lover's ear. "Get ready for a wild ride."
Tags: 55themes, fan fiction, fullmetal alchemist, maes hughes, one shot fic, roy mustang, roy x hughes
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