Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Locker Room ❯ Chapter 1

There were times when sucking wasn't enough. They'd get off from it, sure. But, they wanted more. They were both still half hard, afterwards. Maybe it was because the cheep beer tended to numb a man. Made him take half a step outside of himself, just letting another half spin inside. Everything reverberated. Orgasms were drawn out, deliberately delayed. Because there was nothing quite like having our best friend by the balls. Literally. He knew how to make Roy beg. And even after he managed to con Roy- it wasn't as reluctantly received as he kept telling himself- into getting “cleaned up,” after a night of deep keg dipping, Maes still took it upon himself to find the ways and means to make Roy whimper.

 

“More.”

 

Maes was unstoppable. Roy fastened his arms and legs around him; Maes lunged into his mouth. The bastard was fucking cruel, just touching his tongue to Roy's tip, barely licking the slit. Roy knew the drill: let him fuck his face, and he might give Roy something worth his trouble.

 

His hips were right above Roy. He was flipped and Maes was nuzzling his cock. Then he dipped his cock, hard and deep, into Roy's mouth.

 

“Like that? Is that enough for you?”

 

Roy grabbed him; he loved the way he rode, the tight feel of his muscles pistoning under his rough skin. Loved how the moment was immediate and how Maes could make the moment drawn out with just the flick of his tongue. Right there.

 

“I think you want to fuck me, don't you?”

 

Roy couldn't verbal respond. He was a little, preoccupied. No, his mouth was occupied. He struggled and gagged as Maes kept pushing himself down. Like he wanted to work him up into a frenzy. Like he wanted Roy to take his come and spit it all over his face and jam his cock so far and deep inside, that when they saw each other the next day Maes would blush when Roy smiled, and when he walked he'd remember every thrust because of the limp.

 

He must have known Roy was already bursting

 

“Stand up.” Maes' voice was rough. He swung his leg and stood over the bench. It took a second for Roy to register that he was on his feet. Maes had grabbed him. He had picked him up, himself. Maes put a finger to his lips; he looked at the door.

 

Roy, gasping and aching, struggled to understand. He was staring at Maes' face. Thinking about how he wanted, so badly, to come. “What?”

 

“Someone's in here.”

 

“You're paranoid.”

 

“You're sloppy.” Maes pushed him into a shower stall. “Why did you have to get all pitiful on me in a locker room?” Roy had to keep watching his mouth. The bastard was whispering.

 

“At least you're not going to back out.” Roy pulled the curtain, some pitiful plastic sheet that barely passed for opaque.

 

“You and your deals.” Maes put his hand over Roy's mouth and pressed him into the slippery, suspect tiles. “Just be quiet for a second, alright? I'm not backing out of anything.” His eyes traveled down.

 

Footsteps. They stared at each other as they got closer. Closer. Suddenly every sensory detail about the locker room became an arrow pointing to the third person. They had a slight limp. Maes moved his head to the rhythm of the walk. Some soft sound, like a huff, echoed. A loud sound- an amplified sound.

 

Roy blinked at Maes. He didn't have to ask. It would be better not to, not to say a thing. Because, in all likelihood, this third person heard every word. They'd nearly forgotten where they were.

 

Fuck, it was like they were two teenage boys. Frustration did mean things.

 

Frustration made Roy sloppy. He winced.

 

There is was. The huff, again. No mistaking it- that could only be one person. The grassy roots in his lilt, the gravel in his rasp. The limp.

 

When it stopped in front of the stall, they were already apart. Roy was pretending to dry himself off with a sopping wet towel. Maes had taken a slimy bar of soap, and wiped it all over his sweaty chest.

 

The hand was fast; the curtain's metallic rings clicked and sung as they slid over the pole. There he was. Full Metal.

 

“Did you guys forget to pay the water bill, or something?”

 

“Come to see what a real man looks like, Full Metal?” Roy refused to panic as he hid his hard on behind the dripping towel. Maes just faced the wall.