seaweed_fma (seaweed_fma) wrote,
seaweed_fma
seaweed_fma

  • Mood:

Hunger (Mustang x Havoc) For 12_Fics #1- Hunger

Title: Hunger
Author: SeaweedOtter
Set + Theme: #1, #1-Hunger
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Jean Havoc x Roy Mustang (Romantic)
Rating: PG
Genres: Romance/Humor
Warnings: None, really.
Word Count: 1109
Disclaimer: Silly fully Yaoi goodness.
Summary: Hunger comes in many forms.




"So, we are going out tonight then?" Roy couldn't help but smile at Jean's enthusiasm. He was like a little puppy.

And Roy had a firm hold on his leash.

Roy sighed and smiled, leaning over to give his lover a short kiss on the end of his nose. "Yes. We are going out tonight. That State dinner that I was supposed to attend was postponed, so I have a rare free evening. And there is nothing that I would want more than to spend it with you."

Jean rolled over in bed, giving his lover a hug and a kiss. "Oh, good. I was beginning to think that you were married to your job." He flashed a broad, goofy smile and rolled back over, sitting up in bed. "I am gonna take a quick smoke break before we have to get up and ready for work."

"Okay. I will be up in a moment." Roy watched happily as the man stood up and stretched for just a moment, then walked out of the bedroom without even bothering to put on any more than the tight black t-shirt that he knew drove Roy crazy- because it accentuated all of his muscles, and his long, loose boxer shorts that he had already been wearing in bed.

He had to smile at the man. It had been a very long time since they had been able to go out to dinner together. And even though it would never be like a normal "date", it was still time that they had to spend together. Nobody else in the restaurant ever knew that it was more than two friends having a friendly conversation over dinner, they both understood what it meant, and that was what was important.

Roy knew, While he would never admit it to anyone, he was well aware that most men were ruled by their stomachs. Jean was definately a man by that definition.

As long as the man had his food, and his cigarettes, he was happy. That was another reason that Roy loved to go to dinner with Jean. He would happily munch away at his food, enjoying each bite.

He had heard that smokers sometimes weren’t able to taste things as well as others, so that would explain why he loved to slather his food with hot sauce, gravy, salt and pepper, or whatever other spices or condiments that he could get his hands on. And when he ate, Roy could tell that he would savor every mouthful, like somehow it was going to be his last.

He wasn't like Fullmetal, who just shoveled food down his gullet like it was going out of style. They both at a lot, but with Jean, it was an art. to the kid, it was just something he had to do, so he seemed to rush to get it over with, so he could continue with whatever he had been doing before.

The alchemist yawned and stretched, reluctantly pulling the covers off himself and shivering in the sudden cold. He stood up and silently padded over to the bathroom, and took care of his usual morning routine.

By the time he was done, Jean walked back into the room, with a much more relaxed, subdued look on his face. It never ceased to amaze Roy how much just one cigarette totally changed Jean's countenance. He hated that the man smoked.

He knew it was a bad habit, but he also knew that it would be terribly unfair to take the away from him. Jean knew that Roy didn't approve, but they didn't talk about it, and that was how it stayed.

"Hey, love."

"Hey, Jean." Roy walked over to him and kissed him fully on the lips. He still smelt like cigarettes and his aftershave, even though the alchemist felt the scruff of the man's unshaven face. His hair was messier then usual, his blonde spike poking out any which way they could. He chuckled.

"What?!" Jean looked slightly hurt and confused that his lover seemed to be laughing at him.

Roy gave him another kiss to placate him, then walked past him and out of the bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. "Nothing. You just look so cute in the
morning, that is all."

Jean smiled and followed him towards the main part of the small house.
__________________________________________________

"What do you mean the state dinner is back on?" Roy cringed at Jean's raised voice, suddenly glad that he had closed the office door behind him after inviting his lover in to give him the bad news.

"I'm sorry, Jean." I don't like it either. Even if I wanted to, which I do, I couldn't turn down a State supported event. Not if I want to keep rising up in the ranks."

"Of course." Jean rolled his eyes, the venom evident in his voice. "'Cause we all know that is what is really important." He crossed his arms and looked longingly out the window, wishing silently he was outside. He desperately needed a smoke break.

Roy stood up quickly, his chair clattering to the floor behind him. "Listen." He spat back. "You and I both know that what we have is forbidden. Right now, what I need to do is concentrate on becoming Fuhrer. I will do everything in my power to make things better then, but until that time, we have to be careful, and we have to be safe."

Jean sighed and ran his head through his spiky blond hair. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. It's just.. that I was really looking forward to tonight. I am hungry."

The alchemist smiled and walked around the desk and over to Jean, giving him a quick kiss. He wanted to do more, so much more, but he knew even with a closed door, this wasn't a safe place. "I promise that when I get home tonight, I will feed you."

"But- won't you be home very late? And I am sure that they will feed you at that little shindig you are going to, right?"

Roy winked and walked past Jean, giving him a little grope as he did. "Sometimes, a man doesn't need food to sate his hunger.' he smiled over his shoulder and opened the door to his office and walked out, whistling a tune.

Jean stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, digesting his lover's words. By the time he did, Roy was already leaving he building, getting ready to head towards a meeting that he really didn't want to attend. His mind, as usual, was on his lover- and his hunger for the touch of Jean Havoc.
Tags: 12_fics, fan fiction, fullmetal alchemist, jean havoc, one shot fic, roy mustang, roy x havoc
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 1 comment