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- fic,
- fma,
- roy/hughes
Fic: Of Best Friends and Pretty Girls; Hughes/Roy; NC-17
So, this was supposed to be a porny drabble, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
burningvigor gave me a prompt that spawned a big fic that just kept coming and coming.... So here it is.
Title: Of Best Friends and Pretty Girls
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Hughes/Roy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,578
Warnings: Sex! :D And lots of slang terms for masturbation!
Summary: It was perfectly normal for teenage guys to talk about sex. It was probably even perfectly normal for teenage guys to trade dirty magazines with each other, or read them together. But Hughes had to wonder if what he and Roy ended up doing was a perfectly normal thing or not....
“Oh Maxine, you saucy minx.”
Maes Hughes was enjoying having the Academy dorms to himself. Even if it was a Friday night. And even if all the other guys were out on dates, and all he had was a copy of Tomcat and Rosy Palm and her five friends.
It was better than a game of solitaire.
Besides, this month’s pinup was a particularly lovely example of the female form. Talk about legs up to her neck… and the lacy little garter things she was wearing were hitting Hughes in all the right places.
He almost didn’t notice when the door slammed open. Almost. He had just enough sense to toss the magazine aside and grab a rather boring looking instruction manual on combat situations before he realized it was just Roy.
What was Roy doing home so early?
“That was, beyond a doubt, the worst date I’ve been on in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” So much for a night with the lovely ladies of the pinups. He realized then he would have been better off shoving the magazine under the covers of his bed, but he had been caught unawares.
“I’m only grabbing some clothes. I’m going to be in the shower. I… why is there a stag magazine on the floor?”
“Oh, uh, must have dropped it.” Hughes chuckled, a bit sheepish. Ah, so Roy had been all worked up then left cold. He knew what that was like.
“It’s yours? Why is it… Maes? You aren’t…?”
“Oh come on, I’ve been striking out with the girls and I thought I had the place to myself for a few hours. Like you’ve never done it.”
“Not in the dormitory.” Roy stooped and picked up the magazine, flipping idly through it. Hughes rolled his eyes. At this rate, he’d need a cold shower, too! “Not bad.” And then Roy tossed it back to Hughes with an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t helping. And can‘t you find somewhere else to…”
“No, I can’t. There’s no privacy around here, and if one of the instructors catches me with one of these, I, digging latrines for a week.”
Roy didn’t answer. He stalked angrily over to his trunk and yanked open the top, obviously still frustrated over his unsuccessful date. Poor guy. Clearing his throat, Hughes carefully stretched over and popped open his own trunk, sifting through clothes and equipment to pull out another magazine. Silently, he offered it to Roy.
“I don’t need that.” the other teenager protested, scoffing.
“Better than a cold shower,” Hughes said, shrugging.
“It’s last month’s,” Roy pointed out, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, well, I’m using this month’s. I mean, if you really want to share….”
“We aren’t twelve, Hughes.”
“I’ll just pretend like that made some sort of sense.” He was starting to feel like he was sure Roy was feeling. And there few feelings worse than getting all hot and bothered and not being able to do anything about it.
“Didn’t you and your friends pour over dirty literature together when you were younger?”
“I grew up on a farm, Roy. I had cows, not friends. Wait, so you‘d all… you know?”
“When you’ve only one book between you, there are few other options. Why are we discussing this?”
“I made a joke, you started talking about sharing jerk books when you’re twelve. Alright look, either sit down and do your thing and let me do my thing, or go take your shower so I can try and finish up myself, okay?”
“You’re honestly going to be in here self servicing yourself?”
“I think we’ve made that pretty clear,” Hughes said, dryly. “Look, I don’t care if you do it, too. We’re both guys. Hell, we’ve showered together. And we’ve made out with girls in the same car. It’s not like it’s that different.”
“Save for the lack of girls,” Roy pointed out.
“Geeze, it’s not like I’m saying ‘come over here and let me polish your gun for you’!” Hughes rolled his eyes. What the hell was the big deal? It’s not like either of them didn’t know what was going on, or that the other one did it.
“I can’t imagine a single scenario in which you would,” Roy said, chuckling some.
“Oh, I dunno.” Hughes grinned. “I mean, if we were really that desperate…”
“You wouldn’t,” Roy said, shaking his head. There was a certain factualness to the statement that made Hughes almost think it was a challenge.
“Wouldn’t what? Jerk off another guy?” Hughes leaned back, shifting and enjoying the small bit of friction of the sheets against his still-excited flesh. “I dunno. Maybe. I mean, it would depend on the situation and everything.”
“I don’t think you would,” Roy said again. “You may say you could consider it, but I imagine you wouldn’t be able to.”
“Why not?” Hughes was seriously giving it some thought. “It’s not that different than doing it to myself. I mean, we’re just talking about getting another guy off, right? Not like… necking or anything.”
“Interesting. Move over.” Roy was now sitting at the end of Hughes’ bed.
“What the hell? I thought you were gonna go take your shower.”
“And tear myself away from this conversation? I think not.”
“So we’re just gonna sit here, all… you know, and talk about getting other guys off?” Hughes had to raise his eyebrows. “That’s kind of counter productive, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps. But you’ve piqued my curiosity. So you’d be more comfortable placing your hand on another man’s package than you would be kissing another man?”
“Yeah? So? I touch my own package all the time, what’s the difference?” It wasn’t like they were all that different from each other.
“The fact that giving another man a hand job is far more intimate than just kissing.”
“Nah, I think kissing’s more intimate.” Hughes shook his head. “Mouths on mouths… I mean, putting your hand on something’s a lot less personal than putting your mouth on something.”
“You have some very skewed ideas about intimacy.” Roy rolled his eyes. “Though I still think you’re all talk.”
“I’m not. Depending on the situation, I’d be perfectly fine getting off another guy.” And he would be. Probably. It really couldn’t be that big of a deal. When he really thought about it, it was just skin. And it wasn’t even really all that intimate. Both of them would probably be thinking about something else, anyway.
“What situation?” Roy prompted. What the hell was his obsession with this? Other than the obvious of being a bastard and making Hughes squirm.
“I don’t know. Like… we were stuck somewhere without any women. And we were friends. I wouldn’t just whack off some random guy!”
“You’re bluffing.”
“And you’re not giving me your own answers. You know, I think this is all just an elaborate attempt to arrange things so you don’t have to take a cold shower or resort to a magazine.” Hughes’ tone made it clear he was joking.
“Ah yes, you’ve seen through my brilliant plan. I’ve staged this entire situation simply to trick you into giving me a hand job.”
“I knew it.” Hughes chuckled. “I would though.”
“You’d arrange an elaborate scheme to trick me into giving you a hand job?”
“No! I meant, you know. I’d do you. If you needed it.” Hughes shrugged. It was just Roy, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. And he had just invited the guy to take care of himself right there in the same room. It probably wouldn’t be all that different.
“Was that an offer?” Roy’s eyebrow was raised. Was Roy serious, or just joking? Had Hughes just backed himself into a corner.
“I dunno.” He shrugged. “You gonna return the favor?”
Roy was quiet a few minutes, lips pursed as though he were deep in thought. Was he really thinking about it? Was this actually going to happen? Hughes knew if Roy said yes, he couldn’t back out. Not after making such a big deal over how it wasn’t a big deal.
“I suppose.”
Well. That was that, wasn’t it.
“Alright, fine.” Hughes shrugged. Act casual. Act natural. There was nothing at all weird about a guy and his best friend offering to get each other off. It was…what friends were for, or something. Really. And they were doing each other, it’d be the same as doing themselves.
Right?
“Fine.” Roy nodded. Neither one of them moved. What the hell did they do now? It wasn’t like Hughes hadn’t gotten that far before - and farther - it was just that it was with girls. Not…his best friend.
“Okay,” he said, clearly stalling for time.
“Go right ahead.”
“I will.” Once he figured out what the most polite way to grab Roy’s cock would be. Was there a polite way?
“I’m waiting.”
“Yeah yeah, alright, move over here.” Hughes finally realized he’d have to move the covers. “Uh, just a sec.” He quickly did up his own pants before tossing back the covers and making room for Roy to sit next to him.
“Did you just…?”
“What? I was hanging out under here.”
“You do realize we’ve just agreed to… never mind.”
Sure, Hughes knew what they’d just agreed to do. But there was no need to be all crass about it.
“Okay. How do you want me to do this? Over the pants, in the pants…?”
“Surprise me.”
Hughes could tell by Roy’s tone that his friend didn’t think he’d really do it. Oh, he’d do it. He didn’t go back on his word. It was just a little awkward. He didn’t know how Roy liked it, but he liked a little bit of a build up. A little fantasy before he jumped right into it.
Well, there probably wasn’t much room for fantasy here. So he just needed to do it. He cleared his throat and shifted, and with little ceremony or grace, placed his hand directly over the fly of Roy’s trousers.
And left it there.
There, that was no big deal. His hand was on Roy’s erection. Basically. There was some cloth in between, but there it was. Pretty much like his own, really. Maybe a little different, but not much. It really wasn’t so bad.
“Your technique is atrocious.”
Then Roy had to say something.
“Give me a break!” Hughes protested, snatching his hand back. “This is weird!”
“Well then, I suppose we know you were just all talk.”
“Hey, I made an effort! That’s more than you did!” Roy had just sat there.
“I suppose.”
“Look, it’d probably seem a lot more normal if we weren’t so… stiff about it.” That made sense to Hughes. “We should loosen up a little bit. You know…get comfortable and all that.”
“Alright.” Roy nodded.
“Okay. Uh… here.” Hughes put his arm around Roy’s shoulder, moving so they were pressed against one another. “There, this’ll probably help.”
“I thought your entire theory was based on a lack of intimacy?” Roy had a point. Hughes just ignored him. There were probably all kinds of variables involved in this sort of thing.
“Hand me that magazine, would you?”
“This one?” Roy picked up the Tomcat, lying face open on the bed.
“Yeah. Come on, look at her and tell me she’s not one of the prettiest things you’ve ever seen?” This was normal. Hughes held the magazine open between them, the pinup clearly displayed. She was pretty - tall and blond with big brown eyes and a pouting mouth and cute little upturned breasts. She was leaning on a counter, one leg lifted behind her, showing off the muscles in her thighs and calves.
“She’s quite an improvement from last month.”
“Tell me about it. I love girls with light hair, I dunno what it is. And her body…”
“A bit too muscular for my tastes.”
“Oh come on, can’t you just imagine what those legs would feel like wrapped around you?”
“Perhaps.”
“No, no ‘perhaps’. It’d feel incredible. And look at those hands. They’re perfect. Slender and delicate… just think about those hands. Think about’em…rubbing your thigh. Kind of creeping up, you know how girls do sometimes, when they’re a little shy? Or just pretending to be shy?” This was helping. At least it was helping Hughes. He didn’t know how it was effecting Roy, but he was getting pretty damn turned on.
And the magazine was laying open across their legs, and his own hand was on Roy’s thigh. He turned his head, lips against Roy’s ear.
“Just think about her teasing you - not cruel teasing, but just building you up. Working towards the final act. Her fingers stroking your leg, moving along the inside of your thigh…” Hughes’ own fingers mimicked his words, running along the inside of Roy’s thigh, brushing against him with tantalizing slowness.
“And you start to think maybe she’s not gonna do anything.” Hughes’ voice was husky now. “But then… then…” Hughes’ fingers brushed against the rise in Roy’s trousers. “And you know she’s not gonna back out. And she’s sort of giggling and breathing against your neck, and her breasts are up against your arm…”
Now what was weird was how hot this was. Hughes was moving his hand over Roy relatively easy now, and he was breathing pretty heavy on his own. He wasn’t even looking at the magazine anymore. And his own erection was feeling painfully constrained.
Roy’s probably was, too. At least by the fact that Roy was breathing pretty loudly and heavily himself. Hughes found himself popping open the buttons of Roy’s fly and letting his hand move inside.
It was a little strange now. But Hughes found he didn’t care. He took Roy in his hand like he’d done so often to himself, his head resting against Roy’s. And before he knew quite what was happening, Roy was turning and their lips had met.
Hughes’ immediate reaction was to pull away and remind his friend he had mentioned no kissing. But there was a faint touch of lipstick still clinging to Roy’s mouth from his date, and his lips were small and soft. It was actually kind of nice. And everybody probably ended up doing something like this at some point. Probably.
The magazine was forgotten. As Roy moved and Hughes shifted to accept him into his lap, it fell to the floor, ignored. And Roy’s hand was inside his trousers, touching him back, and they were necking noisily like they were in the backseat of a car on lover’s lane.
It wasn’t that surprising, considering what they’d both been doing earlier, that it didn’t last long. Roy finished first, tensing and crushing his mouth against Hughes’ and pausing for just a moment in his frantic stroking. And Hughes tried not to think about the fact that it wasn’t his own mess spilling over his fingers, because really, it was all the same whether it was from him or from Roy. But the small pause set him back, and he kissed Roy passionately, thrusting into Roy’s hand and hoping Roy didn’t mind dealing with a climax, either.
If he did, he never said anything. They just rolled away from one another, clothes mussed and half off and panting like they did after physical training.
“Told you I’d do it,” Hughes finally said, trying to inject some humor into his voice. Roy just chuckled a little bit and buttoned up his pants.
burningvigor gave me a prompt that spawned a big fic that just kept coming and coming.... So here it is.Title: Of Best Friends and Pretty Girls
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Hughes/Roy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,578
Warnings: Sex! :D And lots of slang terms for masturbation!
Summary: It was perfectly normal for teenage guys to talk about sex. It was probably even perfectly normal for teenage guys to trade dirty magazines with each other, or read them together. But Hughes had to wonder if what he and Roy ended up doing was a perfectly normal thing or not....
“Oh Maxine, you saucy minx.”
Maes Hughes was enjoying having the Academy dorms to himself. Even if it was a Friday night. And even if all the other guys were out on dates, and all he had was a copy of Tomcat and Rosy Palm and her five friends.
It was better than a game of solitaire.
Besides, this month’s pinup was a particularly lovely example of the female form. Talk about legs up to her neck… and the lacy little garter things she was wearing were hitting Hughes in all the right places.
He almost didn’t notice when the door slammed open. Almost. He had just enough sense to toss the magazine aside and grab a rather boring looking instruction manual on combat situations before he realized it was just Roy.
What was Roy doing home so early?
“That was, beyond a doubt, the worst date I’ve been on in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” So much for a night with the lovely ladies of the pinups. He realized then he would have been better off shoving the magazine under the covers of his bed, but he had been caught unawares.
“I’m only grabbing some clothes. I’m going to be in the shower. I… why is there a stag magazine on the floor?”
“Oh, uh, must have dropped it.” Hughes chuckled, a bit sheepish. Ah, so Roy had been all worked up then left cold. He knew what that was like.
“It’s yours? Why is it… Maes? You aren’t…?”
“Oh come on, I’ve been striking out with the girls and I thought I had the place to myself for a few hours. Like you’ve never done it.”
“Not in the dormitory.” Roy stooped and picked up the magazine, flipping idly through it. Hughes rolled his eyes. At this rate, he’d need a cold shower, too! “Not bad.” And then Roy tossed it back to Hughes with an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t helping. And can‘t you find somewhere else to…”
“No, I can’t. There’s no privacy around here, and if one of the instructors catches me with one of these, I, digging latrines for a week.”
Roy didn’t answer. He stalked angrily over to his trunk and yanked open the top, obviously still frustrated over his unsuccessful date. Poor guy. Clearing his throat, Hughes carefully stretched over and popped open his own trunk, sifting through clothes and equipment to pull out another magazine. Silently, he offered it to Roy.
“I don’t need that.” the other teenager protested, scoffing.
“Better than a cold shower,” Hughes said, shrugging.
“It’s last month’s,” Roy pointed out, arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, well, I’m using this month’s. I mean, if you really want to share….”
“We aren’t twelve, Hughes.”
“I’ll just pretend like that made some sort of sense.” He was starting to feel like he was sure Roy was feeling. And there few feelings worse than getting all hot and bothered and not being able to do anything about it.
“Didn’t you and your friends pour over dirty literature together when you were younger?”
“I grew up on a farm, Roy. I had cows, not friends. Wait, so you‘d all… you know?”
“When you’ve only one book between you, there are few other options. Why are we discussing this?”
“I made a joke, you started talking about sharing jerk books when you’re twelve. Alright look, either sit down and do your thing and let me do my thing, or go take your shower so I can try and finish up myself, okay?”
“You’re honestly going to be in here self servicing yourself?”
“I think we’ve made that pretty clear,” Hughes said, dryly. “Look, I don’t care if you do it, too. We’re both guys. Hell, we’ve showered together. And we’ve made out with girls in the same car. It’s not like it’s that different.”
“Save for the lack of girls,” Roy pointed out.
“Geeze, it’s not like I’m saying ‘come over here and let me polish your gun for you’!” Hughes rolled his eyes. What the hell was the big deal? It’s not like either of them didn’t know what was going on, or that the other one did it.
“I can’t imagine a single scenario in which you would,” Roy said, chuckling some.
“Oh, I dunno.” Hughes grinned. “I mean, if we were really that desperate…”
“You wouldn’t,” Roy said, shaking his head. There was a certain factualness to the statement that made Hughes almost think it was a challenge.
“Wouldn’t what? Jerk off another guy?” Hughes leaned back, shifting and enjoying the small bit of friction of the sheets against his still-excited flesh. “I dunno. Maybe. I mean, it would depend on the situation and everything.”
“I don’t think you would,” Roy said again. “You may say you could consider it, but I imagine you wouldn’t be able to.”
“Why not?” Hughes was seriously giving it some thought. “It’s not that different than doing it to myself. I mean, we’re just talking about getting another guy off, right? Not like… necking or anything.”
“Interesting. Move over.” Roy was now sitting at the end of Hughes’ bed.
“What the hell? I thought you were gonna go take your shower.”
“And tear myself away from this conversation? I think not.”
“So we’re just gonna sit here, all… you know, and talk about getting other guys off?” Hughes had to raise his eyebrows. “That’s kind of counter productive, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps. But you’ve piqued my curiosity. So you’d be more comfortable placing your hand on another man’s package than you would be kissing another man?”
“Yeah? So? I touch my own package all the time, what’s the difference?” It wasn’t like they were all that different from each other.
“The fact that giving another man a hand job is far more intimate than just kissing.”
“Nah, I think kissing’s more intimate.” Hughes shook his head. “Mouths on mouths… I mean, putting your hand on something’s a lot less personal than putting your mouth on something.”
“You have some very skewed ideas about intimacy.” Roy rolled his eyes. “Though I still think you’re all talk.”
“I’m not. Depending on the situation, I’d be perfectly fine getting off another guy.” And he would be. Probably. It really couldn’t be that big of a deal. When he really thought about it, it was just skin. And it wasn’t even really all that intimate. Both of them would probably be thinking about something else, anyway.
“What situation?” Roy prompted. What the hell was his obsession with this? Other than the obvious of being a bastard and making Hughes squirm.
“I don’t know. Like… we were stuck somewhere without any women. And we were friends. I wouldn’t just whack off some random guy!”
“You’re bluffing.”
“And you’re not giving me your own answers. You know, I think this is all just an elaborate attempt to arrange things so you don’t have to take a cold shower or resort to a magazine.” Hughes’ tone made it clear he was joking.
“Ah yes, you’ve seen through my brilliant plan. I’ve staged this entire situation simply to trick you into giving me a hand job.”
“I knew it.” Hughes chuckled. “I would though.”
“You’d arrange an elaborate scheme to trick me into giving you a hand job?”
“No! I meant, you know. I’d do you. If you needed it.” Hughes shrugged. It was just Roy, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. And he had just invited the guy to take care of himself right there in the same room. It probably wouldn’t be all that different.
“Was that an offer?” Roy’s eyebrow was raised. Was Roy serious, or just joking? Had Hughes just backed himself into a corner.
“I dunno.” He shrugged. “You gonna return the favor?”
Roy was quiet a few minutes, lips pursed as though he were deep in thought. Was he really thinking about it? Was this actually going to happen? Hughes knew if Roy said yes, he couldn’t back out. Not after making such a big deal over how it wasn’t a big deal.
“I suppose.”
Well. That was that, wasn’t it.
“Alright, fine.” Hughes shrugged. Act casual. Act natural. There was nothing at all weird about a guy and his best friend offering to get each other off. It was…what friends were for, or something. Really. And they were doing each other, it’d be the same as doing themselves.
Right?
“Fine.” Roy nodded. Neither one of them moved. What the hell did they do now? It wasn’t like Hughes hadn’t gotten that far before - and farther - it was just that it was with girls. Not…his best friend.
“Okay,” he said, clearly stalling for time.
“Go right ahead.”
“I will.” Once he figured out what the most polite way to grab Roy’s cock would be. Was there a polite way?
“I’m waiting.”
“Yeah yeah, alright, move over here.” Hughes finally realized he’d have to move the covers. “Uh, just a sec.” He quickly did up his own pants before tossing back the covers and making room for Roy to sit next to him.
“Did you just…?”
“What? I was hanging out under here.”
“You do realize we’ve just agreed to… never mind.”
Sure, Hughes knew what they’d just agreed to do. But there was no need to be all crass about it.
“Okay. How do you want me to do this? Over the pants, in the pants…?”
“Surprise me.”
Hughes could tell by Roy’s tone that his friend didn’t think he’d really do it. Oh, he’d do it. He didn’t go back on his word. It was just a little awkward. He didn’t know how Roy liked it, but he liked a little bit of a build up. A little fantasy before he jumped right into it.
Well, there probably wasn’t much room for fantasy here. So he just needed to do it. He cleared his throat and shifted, and with little ceremony or grace, placed his hand directly over the fly of Roy’s trousers.
And left it there.
There, that was no big deal. His hand was on Roy’s erection. Basically. There was some cloth in between, but there it was. Pretty much like his own, really. Maybe a little different, but not much. It really wasn’t so bad.
“Your technique is atrocious.”
Then Roy had to say something.
“Give me a break!” Hughes protested, snatching his hand back. “This is weird!”
“Well then, I suppose we know you were just all talk.”
“Hey, I made an effort! That’s more than you did!” Roy had just sat there.
“I suppose.”
“Look, it’d probably seem a lot more normal if we weren’t so… stiff about it.” That made sense to Hughes. “We should loosen up a little bit. You know…get comfortable and all that.”
“Alright.” Roy nodded.
“Okay. Uh… here.” Hughes put his arm around Roy’s shoulder, moving so they were pressed against one another. “There, this’ll probably help.”
“I thought your entire theory was based on a lack of intimacy?” Roy had a point. Hughes just ignored him. There were probably all kinds of variables involved in this sort of thing.
“Hand me that magazine, would you?”
“This one?” Roy picked up the Tomcat, lying face open on the bed.
“Yeah. Come on, look at her and tell me she’s not one of the prettiest things you’ve ever seen?” This was normal. Hughes held the magazine open between them, the pinup clearly displayed. She was pretty - tall and blond with big brown eyes and a pouting mouth and cute little upturned breasts. She was leaning on a counter, one leg lifted behind her, showing off the muscles in her thighs and calves.
“She’s quite an improvement from last month.”
“Tell me about it. I love girls with light hair, I dunno what it is. And her body…”
“A bit too muscular for my tastes.”
“Oh come on, can’t you just imagine what those legs would feel like wrapped around you?”
“Perhaps.”
“No, no ‘perhaps’. It’d feel incredible. And look at those hands. They’re perfect. Slender and delicate… just think about those hands. Think about’em…rubbing your thigh. Kind of creeping up, you know how girls do sometimes, when they’re a little shy? Or just pretending to be shy?” This was helping. At least it was helping Hughes. He didn’t know how it was effecting Roy, but he was getting pretty damn turned on.
And the magazine was laying open across their legs, and his own hand was on Roy’s thigh. He turned his head, lips against Roy’s ear.
“Just think about her teasing you - not cruel teasing, but just building you up. Working towards the final act. Her fingers stroking your leg, moving along the inside of your thigh…” Hughes’ own fingers mimicked his words, running along the inside of Roy’s thigh, brushing against him with tantalizing slowness.
“And you start to think maybe she’s not gonna do anything.” Hughes’ voice was husky now. “But then… then…” Hughes’ fingers brushed against the rise in Roy’s trousers. “And you know she’s not gonna back out. And she’s sort of giggling and breathing against your neck, and her breasts are up against your arm…”
Now what was weird was how hot this was. Hughes was moving his hand over Roy relatively easy now, and he was breathing pretty heavy on his own. He wasn’t even looking at the magazine anymore. And his own erection was feeling painfully constrained.
Roy’s probably was, too. At least by the fact that Roy was breathing pretty loudly and heavily himself. Hughes found himself popping open the buttons of Roy’s fly and letting his hand move inside.
It was a little strange now. But Hughes found he didn’t care. He took Roy in his hand like he’d done so often to himself, his head resting against Roy’s. And before he knew quite what was happening, Roy was turning and their lips had met.
Hughes’ immediate reaction was to pull away and remind his friend he had mentioned no kissing. But there was a faint touch of lipstick still clinging to Roy’s mouth from his date, and his lips were small and soft. It was actually kind of nice. And everybody probably ended up doing something like this at some point. Probably.
The magazine was forgotten. As Roy moved and Hughes shifted to accept him into his lap, it fell to the floor, ignored. And Roy’s hand was inside his trousers, touching him back, and they were necking noisily like they were in the backseat of a car on lover’s lane.
It wasn’t that surprising, considering what they’d both been doing earlier, that it didn’t last long. Roy finished first, tensing and crushing his mouth against Hughes’ and pausing for just a moment in his frantic stroking. And Hughes tried not to think about the fact that it wasn’t his own mess spilling over his fingers, because really, it was all the same whether it was from him or from Roy. But the small pause set him back, and he kissed Roy passionately, thrusting into Roy’s hand and hoping Roy didn’t mind dealing with a climax, either.
If he did, he never said anything. They just rolled away from one another, clothes mussed and half off and panting like they did after physical training.
“Told you I’d do it,” Hughes finally said, trying to inject some humor into his voice. Roy just chuckled a little bit and buttoned up his pants.
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Anyway, it was awesome. *__* Thanks for writing me such a long, cute yet hot fic!
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You're more than welcome! The prompt just...really inspired me!
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