Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Locker Room ❯ Chapter 3

 

 

Roy exploded. Water and come slipped down the drawn. All that horror. All that lust. It still swirled inside of Roy. Even as he let out the last shot.

 

“Roy thinks you're cute, though.”

 

“Fucking nasty.” Roy heard him snickering. When he looked up, Full Metal's tight, tight pants were already peeled partially down his thighs. Just enough to let them see that he was just as nasty.

 

Roy knew it. “You are too. Nasty- in the cutest possible way.”

 

“Oh, come on.” Maes pulled him up. “That's no way to talk about our little friend, here.” He crooked his finger. “Come here, boy. Show your superior officer over here that you're a man. Show him what you're made of. He just called you cute to your front.”

 

“So?” Full Metal called that underwear? Roy swallowed, hard. The boxers were just bits of clothe held together with strings; strings that were tied together in the most strategic places. His hand reached down. “He just wants to get a rise out of me.”

 

“You didn't just say that.” Roy shook his head.

 

“Was that a joke?” Maes groaned.

 

“Oh, so you guys think I'm some stupid kid?” Roy licked his lips. He was beginning to see what Maes was getting at. The boy was tight, hard, and ready. He should have stopped when he remembered Full Metal was only fifteen. Instead, he remembered being fifteen. He had friends. Who did Full Metal have?

 

“Do you feel like some stupid kid?” Maes asked.

 

“Yeah.”

 

It should have stopped, right then. Right there. Maybe, because they should have stopped, it felt even better to keep going.

 

“Take off your clothes, properly.” Roy's voice didn't sound like his own.

 

Full Metal just stood there, unblinking.

 

Maes grabbed Roy's upper arm. “Are you sure about this?” Roy wished Maes had his glasses on. It was unnerving when he squinted. Like he was peering down into his psyche.

 

He couldn't lie. He just shrugged.

 

“If you did it for me, would you feel better about it?” His eyes were so dark. Roy heard footsteps. Full Metal? He was right there. Next to him, already naked. Incredibly, wonderfully naked. “Look at him, Roy. Fuck,” Maes touched FullMetal's cheek as he whispered into Roy's ear. “He's got skin like a peach.” He kept rubbing Full Metal, and nuzzling Roy's ear. “He doesn't shave….”

 

“So?” Full Metal sounded angry.

 

Maes ignored him. “I bet he's a cherry.” He bit Roy's earlobe and let his hand travel down to pinch Full Metal's nipple.