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Summer Lovin' - 998 words
Roy had assumed his enthusiasm for The Post-Promised-Day Distraction Project, a community-based programme that Grumman had cooked up, would land him a role in the organisation of things, so he had suggested a summer fair in Central City Park. It was, of course, above his pay-grade to be manning a ticket booth or scooping ice-cream for already sugar-high brats, but he would have done it in the name of rehabilitating the military’s shockingly poor image after what had happened two years prior. Preferably, he would have positioned himself touring teenagers around the decommissioned tanks and helicopters. The ones that were wheeled out for summer fairs and then retired again.
But no. Grumman had taken his enthusiasm not as the ass-kissing of a man hoping to be named as grandpa’s rightful successor, but as a genuine enjoyment of summer merriment, and had given Roy’s entire team the day off as a special favour for someone who clearly ‘understood the importance of community events’.
Which was how Roy found himself trailing behind the team, wearing shorts and a holiday shirt that had brightly coloured flowers on it, trying to ignore the stick of sugary-pinkness Fullmetal was devouring next to him.
He was no longer officially part of the team, of course, having retired a couple of weeks after everything went down two years ago, but he was in town for the fair by Roy’s invitation, because he still counted as part of the team to Roy. In honesty, it had been awhile since they’d seen each other, and Roy had still been expecting a sixteen year old, so he’d been shocked when whole new version of Fullmetal had met them at the station that morning. A rather distractingly attractive version, Roy admitted to himself, stealing another glance at the man who was finishing up his snack.
He hadn’t been paying attention to where the group was heading, because he was too busy perving on his old colleague, but when he realised they were in line for the towering Ferris Wheel his thoughts of Ed’s good looks were washed from his brain. Sweat began beading on the back of his neck, and his breaths came a little shorter. Edward looked at him quizzically, and Roy looked around for an excuse not to get on that Wheel.
“We’ll be an uneven number,” he exclaimed a little too loudly, gesturing wildly at the two-to-a-carriage sign ahead of them.
His most trusted almost looked like they were going to buy that excuse, too, and let Roy do the self-sacrificing boss thing; but then Falman got bumped into by somebody moving backwards, and the drink that was in his hand was suddenly down the front of his shirt. The next thing Roy knew the older man had excused himself to go find paper towels, and he was back in the queue for the Wheel.
Oh god, why was it so hot out? Why couldn’t he breathe?
He eyed the empty, swinging carriage wearily as they got to the front of the line. Roy’s heart was beating weirdly in his chest, and he couldn’t understand it’s erratic rhythm. Edward went ahead of him, but Roy couldn’t get his feet to move.
“Actually, I’m good,” he heard himself saying from far away.
He wanted to turn tail and run but it was as if his feet had cemented to the concrete. Then Edward had caught his fingers in a strong grip and was tugging him towards the menacing carriage.
“I’m not queuing up again, or riding with a stranger!” the man protested: lightly, with a laugh, like none of this was a big deal. God, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. What the hell was wrong with Roy?
Edward tugged, and Roy stumbled forwards, into the carriage. He sat, shell-shocked, as the attendant pulled the bar down over his and Ed’s laps, and then there was a horrible lurch as the mass of metal turned, and his toes, that had been brushing the ground, were lifted into the air. The Wheel was taking them upwards and, without any conscious thought, Roy’s hand grappled for Edwards, crushing it in an iron grip.
For a long moment as they travelled upwards Roy forgot to breathe, and Edward said nothing about their linked fingers. Then they reached the peak, and once more the metal screeched unnervingly as they came to a complete stop. Roy was loathe to say that caused him to whimper, but whatever had come out of his mouth definitely wasn’t manly. Beside him, he was vaguely aware of Edward talking, but he didn’t catch any words until the other man tugged on his hand and bought it up to his face, where, astoundingly, he kissed the back of Roy’s knuckles.
“Um, what?” Roy asked eloquently. The thoughts of plummeting to his death, that he hadn’t really registered properly anyway, quieted in the wake of such unprecedented tenderness from his ex-colleague. Edward grinned at him with Roy’s hand still at his lips.
“I said ‘I know a great way to distract you, if you want’,” he repeated.
Then he leant forwards, pushing the fingers of his free hand into the slightly sweaty hair at the back of Roy’s head, and pulling Roy towards him. The motion caused the carriage to rock, and Roy’s stomach to lurch, but then none of that seemed at all important, because Edward Elric’s tongue was in his mouth.
Oh. Oh, that was good. Edward, Roy realised, was good at kissing. So good that, for a moment, the pressure of soft lips against his, and the man’s fingers caressing his cheekbones, were all he could focus on. Ed kissed like a fast car: all masculinity soaked adrenaline. The filthy slide of his tongue against Roy’s had him heady, and then he was whimpering again, because Ed angled himself slightly differently and tilted Roy’s head back a little, and Ed’s hand was on his thigh and -
Wait, what was he afraid of, again?
