A Terrible, Not Really Bad, Very Good Day
Rating: I'm guessing slightly NSFW for two or three mentions of sexy stuff
Genre: Fluff, absolute Fluff, just Fluff
I’m so so sorry for being borderline late but @vino-and-doggos, I am your @fmasecretsanta2019 Santa!
You asked for some Roy/Maes AU trope-y things, and even if I’d never written any HyuRoy before I hope it turned out well, and I had a lot of fun too!
I tried to make them both in character and adorable as you wanted them - but be warned, it’s super-fluffy, so prepare some toothpaste!
Merry (very late) Christmas, and a Happy New Year!
It had been a long, long day at work for Roy. Not that other days weren’t long, or boring, but when half of your team is home, in bed, sick because of an outbreak of flu and you’re the only lucky one not to catch it you end up working with people you’ve never met before, or people you’ve met that you know are incompetent fools… and make your job much, much harder.
It should have been easy - go to work, finish his paperwork in time for the presentation in the weekends, wrap everything up with a nice little bow for the higher-ups and then dash out of the office at the speed of sound to go home and spend the rest of the day in bed (their only bed, finally): instead, documents had been lost, patience had run thin, stupid questions had been asked, and he was sure some of his brain matter had mixed itself with his sweat, he was depleted.
He kept thinking of his nice little flat, with his nice big fireplace and his big sofa, the smell of coffee in the room as he made his spoon clatter on his mug while stirring, something that Roy pretended to be annoyed by, but made him feel at home. He missed it dearly, so much, and he really would have wanted to leave everyone behind at the office and just dash for the door without even saying goodbye - but Riza’s ever-present look loomed in the back of his mind, and Fuery’s desperate, pleading eyes were too much even for him, so he’d stayed to help until late, when they’d finally managed to do everything.
When he left the building he cursed himself for not taking the car (“Be respectful of the environment, you work five minutes from the underground!” he’d say, and if he asked him something, he couldn’t say no), and then he cursed himself again for forgetting his umbrella. He hated the rain, it messed his hair and his coat up, it dampened his clothes, and humidity stuck to his face - and it was that annoying kind of light, thick rain that was just enough to need an umbrella, but not enough to be full rain. He was in a terrible mood, and everything seemed to add on it.
Even the underground was against him - late, slow, and full to the brim with wet, talking, existing people that just happened to exist too very close to him. He couldn’t wait to be home and forget everything about that horrible day, maybe ordering take-out for both of them while watching something on TV as they cuddled… it sounded like a simple, nice plan, enough to ease away the stress of his horrible day.
As he got off his train and onto the platform he was almost ran over by people trying to get on, and cursed out loud - screw manners, everyone was trying to piss him off on that specific day, so he was going to piss everyone off in return. He sped through the bystanders and columns of the place until he got to the exit, only to use his work briefcase to shield himself from the now heavier rain - how it could have changed so quickly, he didn’t know, but it was pouring like crazy and he still had a few minutes of walking to do before reaching his flat.
As he ran under the rain and almost slipped, his face lit up at the sight of his building:its newly-painted gate, the nice, tidy balconies with their plants soaking the water the sky was giving to them, the cute little windows and the pinkish, hideous curtains their sweet and old neighbour had put when she’d arrived, their blue, shiny mailbox along all the other ones on the wall, the roofed porch with its red tiles washing away the rain to shield anyone who had to get inside… it was better than Heaven for him, and when he finally got under it, he let out a sigh of relief and smiled deeply - finally, he would have been home to him, or so he thought, for as he reached for his keys, he couldn’t find them.
He tried to find them once, Then twice. Then one more time, and then finally, he called his office to ask cleaning staff about it - sure enough, they’d found his keys in the office, and had left them at security. Just when he’d finally thought he was home the world had decided to play one more trick on him and leave him out in the cold under the rain. Giving up, he sat under the roof and moped, despaired, and rubbed his temples as the world around him turned cold and dark.
Or so he did for around five minutes, before someone opened the gate behind him, and it was him.
-Maes, my love, my saviour, clad in shining armour just for me.-
-Come on, I’m wearing duckie pajamas, I only came down because I was tired to watch you mope from the window.-
-You watched me mope for a grand total of five long, never-ending minutes? How cruel.-
-I swear, sometimes you’re really a handful.-
The two men chuckled quietly before Roy finally got up and joined his lover under their umbrella, kissing him gently and closing his eyes to enjoy his scent, his skin, his slightly rough, prickly cheek, his arm around his wet waist: without letting him go, Maes started to wobble his way back to their house while laughing and almost tripping on the cobblestone thanks to his man’s attempts at getting his attention, none of them successful, and his later attempts to murder him and make it look like an accident.
Roy kept complaining about how horrible it had been to stand under the roofed gate until they got to their door, and then inside he complained about his job - but Maes didn’t care, he loved to watch him talk and move around their house no matter what he did, and even more to know he was finally getting rid of all the stress of his very unfateful day. He watched as he took off his wet clothes and office uniform with a slight eyebrow wiggle - that Roy noted and replied to with the same wiggle and a laugh before making his way to their bedroom, with their new double bed, and where the old two, single mattresses were laying in a corner, an old memory from the (recent) times they had spent huddling up on a single bed to spend the nights together. Now they had one fit for a couple, one fit for lovers, and for cuddles… and more.
Still, as he was changing into his pajama, he smelled something divine coming from the kitchen, and nothing akin to take out.
Drawers were clanking, cutlery was ringing, and he was sure at some point he’d heard Maes curse at something indefinite as he put down plates on the living room’s table: he was planning something, of that he was sure, but as curious as he was he didn’t want to spoil the surprise yet, and he took his time to dry his hair and style it again, fixing it in the mirror until he deemed it flawless again - he knew how much Maes loved his hair, though, and how short it would have lasted so combed.
At some point, though, he heard a bottle popping - that is, a bottle of wine - and his curiosity and hunger got the best of him. He wanted to know what was going on, what was the smell, and what warranted Maes opening one of their bottles of wine.
When he got to the living room he was more surprised than he thought: the sofa-bed had been opened and blankets were strewn about, pillows were laying on it tidly, and the fireplace was dimly lighting the whole room… it was a romantic dinner, topped with a delightful cuddling nest.
-Mmmh, I wonder, my love, what is this?-
-It’s a surprise for my over-worked, tired, needing-to-be-spoiled boyfriend, of course. I made your favourite dinner - vodka and salmon pasta, how does it sound?-
-It sounds good, but it smells even better… how long have you been planning this?-
Maes chuckled and got closer to him, putting his hand through Roy’s hair and gently running his hand on his neck, his shoulder, and then his cheek to pull him closer and kiss him deeply: he felt his lover relax under his touch and moved to his neck without stopping, his hand now running on his back as he pulled him closer in his embrace - he unbuttoned his pajama shirt to kiss his shoulder and collar-bones, too, but stopped to rub his nose on his and laugh again.
-I haven’t planned this that much, actually, I woke up this morning and decided I wanted to spoil you on my free day… guess I was right to do so, you seem tired.-
-I was feeling much better already, you could have continued, you know.-
-And ruin dinner by eating dessert first? Don’t worry, I’ll eat you out later.-
Roy burst out laughing at that, a genuine laugh that warmed Maes’ heart and pushed him to kiss him again: still, he did have a plan for that night and it involved eating before everything else, and eating actual food. So, he took Roy’s hand and courteously led him to the sofa-bed, where he bowed to him as he laid on the comfortable blankets (and earning himself a shove) and covered him in them, fixing his pillows and kissing him again before opening their bed tray. Roy felt like a king, like he should have been, and when Maes brought him their pasta he felt elated. Good food, warmth, a fireplace and his man right there with him, hugging him and holding him, kissing him and cuddling him… he felt the horrible day he’d passed wash away like nothing.
They didn’t watch TV, but Maes put on his favourite jazz music on it as he listened to his unfortunate tale: his head resting on his shoulder, he filled his belly and his heart as he felt his hair become uncombed and messy, but he didn’t care much about that as long as he could lose himself into his sweet embrace and his heartbeat in his ear. Soon, their plates were empty and they’d forfeited the bed tray toust lay down in each other’s arms for a while.
-So, a very bad day, uh?-
-Mmmh, it was… but not now, my love, thanks to you. You really like to make my life better, don’t you.-
Roy smiled at him, but he was charmed in return by his deep, loving eyes staring at him as he did: Maes was so handsome, so caring, so warm, even the worst day seemed perfect just because he was there, even the worst moment was a gift if he could come home to that.
-I try my hardest, my handsome dear, to put a smile on your perfect face.-
-What a flatterer you are, mister - as flattering as you’re charming.-
-Oh, now you’re making me blush.-
Chuckling, they kissed and spent some moments in silence, just breathing close to one another, feeling each other’s presence by the fireplace, but then Maes broke the embrace and got up - leaving Roy behind alone, desperate and abandoned (or so Roy felt).
-No, why are you leaving, how can your heart be so cold and your soul so stern, right when I needed you the most?-
-Yeah, yeah, stay there you big baby, I have a surprise for you.-
-A surprise? Bribing me to cease my rightful speech against injustice, what a lowly tactic.-
Maes snorted audibly, and Roy couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping his lips - how he loved to be dramatic, just to annoy him a little, and how he loved the way he never stopped nodding along to all of it. He was about to start again when his nose caught a whiff of the most delightful smell in the world, and of his favourite thing ever… chocolate.
-If that’s a chocolate cake I’ll let you take me, right here, right now.-
-And what about the rightful speech?-
-I’ll continue it afterwards, now give me that cake - please and thank you.-
His mouth full of cake and his back resting on his lover’s chest, Roy was finally, finally happy. He didn’t remember his day at work, he didn’t remember his shouting and the paperwork and the fixing every mistake - he didn’t remember any of that, he didn’t feel that stress anymore, he only felt how good Maes’ arms were around his waist as he pulled him closer to kiss his shoulders and his neck as he ate his cake. He let out a loud hum, sighing through his nose and holding out his fork to Maes’ mouth to offer him a piece the man quickly took before kissing him… he tasted like love and chocolate.
-God, Maes, I love you so much. Thank you, for everything you do for me.-
-Thank you, my dear, for being here with me everyday. I love you too.-
-Ah, we’re already behaving like old men in love.-
Roy slapped Maes’ arm, offended, but the man just burst out laughing and then assaulted his neck to tickle it - he dropped the plate and fork and pushed him away, but it was no use, he didn’t have a chance against his tickling fingers and relentlessness, he was hopeless.
They tickle-fought for a while (Roy almost won, or so he liked to believe) before finally stopping to catch their breaths between giggles, looking at each other in the eyes - but then Roy pulled Maes closer and kissed his nose lightly, caressing his cheeks with his hands cupped around his face. He loved him, he loved him so much.
-One day, I’ll marry you, Maes Hughes.-
His lover kissed him back, moving his black hair, preciously combed hair away from his face before smiling dearly and winking.
-I can’t wait for you to, Roy Mustang, I just really can’t wait.-
The plate forgotten, the fork abandoned, all that remained was the light of the fireplace.
