Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Locker Room ❯ Chapter 2

 

 

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.

 

“What are you looking at, Elric?”

 

“I don't know.” There was a tick in his lip.

 

He should have closed the curtain. Roy wrapped the towel around his waist and waited. He just stood there. Lip twitching, sweating through his filthy uniform.

 

“Finished with the mess?” Maes smiled over his shoulder, as if giving Full Metal a view of his assets he was soaping down.

 

He told himself not to give anything away, to carefully watch for cues. Maes could handle things. He was an intelligence officer, after all. Not very many people understood the man, the way Roy did. The airhead-father routine was an extention of his large personality. He was an actor, a spy. His friend. He could depend on him. That went without saying.

 

Completely without saying. But he sure as hell wanted to let the bastard know he had no business soaping up his ass in front of some fucking kid. No, not some fucking kid. Out of all the people- that fucking kid.

 

“Let's go.” Roy licked his lower teeth, like he was working something out from the gaps- an excuse to make a face at him. Maes understood: he raised his eyebrows. Roy was pissed off.

 

They waited for Full Metal to turn around. He just kept standing there. Water dripped and they watched each other, waiting for someone to say or do something.

 

“What's the hold up?” Roy asked him. Finally someone spoke.

 

“I'm finished with the cleanup.” Full Metal looked away and blinked. A lot. “Sory. I got some grit in my eye.” He made a show of wiping it. With his gloved, metal hand.

 

Did he ever scratch his eye, using that hand? Roy wondered- not for the first time- about the way Full Metal's body actually functioned. A boy who could internalize an array's energy inside such a tiny body… no wonder he was constantly bursting with nervous, angry energy. He was volotile. Uncontrolable. Such a small weapon. So deceptively small. So deadly.

 

He didn't really trust Full Metal. He never took to be under his command. Roy didn't hld it against the boy. He was too inexperienced to recognize the prods to his ego- a childishly overinflated sense of being the People's Heroes- were typical for managing a prodigy. It didn't matter, what happened out there in the square. Roy saw Full Metal's immaturity as a weakness too easy to exploit. He might have beaten Roy because of that fundamental strength Full Metal would outgrow- the distaste involved with harming children.

 

Debasing. Monstruous.

 

No, he'd outgrow that. And there are plenty who enjoyed hurting children, anyway. Hopefully he would outgrow the ego, also.

 

“What? You think you were too good to finish up?” Ah, Full Metal was being arguementative. He was feeling more confident. There was a smirk on his face. He looped his fingers through his belt and shifted his center of gravity lower, so his hip just slightly stuck out.

 

“I had to discuss something with the Leutenant Colonel.” Maes was still facing the wall. At least he wasn't fondling himself, anymore.

 

“Can I go now? Because I'm not really-“ He spun on his heels. The braid- it's so odd to see something so absurd on someone obsessed with impressing the world with his presence- bounced on his shoulders as he stepped-to.

 

Maes took a deep breath and turned around. Shit. He was hard- through all that. “Fuck,” Roy mouthed. Maes shrugged and turned the valve, just a few inches away from Roy.

 

“Soap,” Maes was apologetic.

 

“Do you think you could still take the kitten since you left early and made me-“

 

They looked back. Damnit- they forgot to close the shower curtain. Roy wished he could wince. He wondered what to do, what to think, as the boy stared. Down. Not at Roy. He still had the towel wrapped around his limp cock. Not limp for long.

 

Full Metal was staring down at Maes, who was rock hard as the moment he pulled out of Roy's mouth.

 

Roy licked his lips.

 

“I thought you were leaving.” The bastard actually smiled and let the water sleuce over his tall, lean body. Bubbles slid over him, over his belly, they ran along the spars trail of hair that thickened the lower they got. They slid down his thighs. Who noticed. They were both staring at his cock, poking out of the froth.

 

Shit, he was such a bastard…

 

Full Metal cleared his throat. That took Roy out of his trance. Full Metal must have been staring, too. His face was bright red. “Sorry.” He spun around again.

 

“What's your rush?” Maes asked.

 

“What?” Roy couldn't believe it.

 

“He asked you a question about the kitten Alphonse found.” Maes nudged Roy. “Remember the kitten?” He turned his back to the spray. Roy realized neither he nor full Metal made any pretense of ignoring the bubbles as they went down Maes' back. And down his ass. “I guess it's just as well you don't make any decisions, Roy. You never could keep your head on straight, when it came to that boy, could you?”

 

Then he really pissed Roy off. Because he pulled his towel away.

 

He was just as hard.

He felt himself, his blood, his come, something made everything under his skin pulse, when Full Metal looked. At him.,

 

“Maes, what the hell are you talking about? ”

 

Roy didn't care to hide the irritation. The boy could say what he liked, later. The situation was already too far gone as it was, and he had one up, so to speak, on the little punk if he so much as breathed a word. After all, he was still standing there, staring like a pervert at peep show. What would people say about that poor sweet little lost boy, if they knew he was sporting a slightly disproportionate hard on in those tight pants? He was the one with the problem. Full Metal, with his little boy lost routine. He wanted to be taken seriously, but he still expected special treatment. And damn Roy to hell for giving it to him. He couldn't help it. Couldn't bring himself not to.

 

“I've seen you, Roy. I've seen the way you look at him.”

 

Roy gasped.

 

“When you think no one's looking.” Maes glanced meaningfully at Full Metal and whispered: “But, you know I'm always watching, don't you, Mustang?