Fic - Pinioned- FMA

[cornerofmadness]

Pinioned
Boy Blues Series #10
By D.M. Evans (cornerofmadness) and (mjules)
Disclaimer – So not mine, all right belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, no profit made, just a lot of fun to be had
Rating – nc-17
Pairing – Maes/Roy
Summary - Going all the way.
Author’s Note – written for the 30kisses project for prompt #3 Jolt! Thanks to mjules for hashing it out and to her and evil_little_dog for the beta
The rest of the Boys Blue series can be found here The Boys Blue Series



When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions
May wound you
Kahlil Gibran – The Prophet

Roy had gone to the lab because his nerves had him shaking. In truth, he felt too nervous to think really but he hoped that one of his favorite surroundings would soothe him. The lab was empty since it was a long weekend to celebrate King Bradley’s birthday. Most of the cadets were either back home or running wild in town.

He and Maes had gone to town - it would look strange if they hadn’t - and they had already treated themselves to a fancy dinner, knowing what they had planned for the evening. The problem was giving themselves time for dinner to settle and for those in the dorm to desert it for the bars in town. Neither of them wanted to go to a bar to kill time. They might not easily escape their friends and being drunk for this wasn’t what they wanted.

The real problem came in with the waiting. Roy felt as jumpy and giddy as a virgin on her first big date and well, for what they planned, that was what he was. Roy opted to take his alchemy text and use his key for the lab. A little solitude and practicing alchemy would calm his nerves, he hoped.

The latest book from his teacher had some very tricky arrays in it and he wasn’t sure he could concentrate on them. Mostly all Roy was doing was freeing his hand, letting it feel the whorls and loops of the fluid arrays. He’d be able to sketch them in his sleep but he didn’t attempt the alchemy that accompanied them, his mind too clouded.

Roy wondered, not for the first time, about his newfound love, still surprised just a little to be in love with a man. Roy thought about what he was planning to do and he was glad Maes had turned him down the first time he had offered this. Yes, it had hurt at the time but now, Roy was grateful. He got to hear Maes tell him he loved him; no pressure, no alcohol, just pure emotion. Roy felt better in their relationship, more secure. That didn’t make him feel any less nervous now that he had time to think about it.

Of course he had been nervous during those first fumbling kisses and even more nervous the first time he and Maes had got each other off. He had nearly come out of his skin during that first blow job so why should this be any different? Roy knew that it was going to hurt some; it had to, didn’t it? Roy remembered one virgin he had been with and how bad he had felt at making her hurt when he had pushed inside her. Even her reassurances that it got good hadn’t made him believe it entirely. Would Maes feel the same?

Roy didn’t like that he might make Maes feel guilty. On the other hand, he wanted to give this to Maes. No matter what else happened down the road, there would only be one first time and Roy was very proud to have someone he loved and trusted to try this with. His cock tensed deliciously at the thought.

Roy didn’t know how Maes was passing the time but he suddenly realized it was time lost to him. How had two hours flown by? Maes was probably wondering where the hell he was. Roy picked up his book and bunched up against the cold. Outside it was spitting snow. He ducked his head down against the wind and started for the dorm.

He stalked down the dorm hallway, grateful to hear the silence. Everyone seemed to be out. Stomping his feet outside his dorm-room door, Roy juggled his book with numb fingers as he tried to open the door. When he got it open, Roy stood stunned. Maes dragged him in by the jacket and shut the door behind Roy before anyone could peer in.

Maes had removed the mattresses from their platforms bolted to the wall and put them together on the floor. Across them were some old sheets that had seen better days. Peeking out from under the sheets were their usual bed clothes for afterwards so presumably they could sleep together all night. The thought of that, the sight of the room Maes had prepared for him, left Roy weak in the knees. He might have slumped to the ground if not for Maes hemming him against the door. Maes hand brushed over Roy’s hair.

“You look so cute with a dusting of snow,” Maes said and Roy couldn’t help laughing.

“You’re such a sap,” Roy said. “What you did here...” His eyes lifted over Maes’ shoulder. “This is perfect.”

“Well, I was beginning to think you’d never see it.” Maes took a step back, snatching the book out of Roy’s reddened fingers; once again the fool had forgotten his gloves. “How is it you can get so wrapped up in a dumb book?” Maes flipped it open, looking at the coded words and the pictures.

“I was nervous,” Roy admitted. “And it’s not a dumb book.”

Maes snorted, a look of disbelief in his citrine eyes. “You can’t believe that. You’ve always got lost in books.”

Roy pouted. “Fine but I am nervous.”

“If it helps, so am I,” Maes said, tossing the book on the platform the bed usually rested on, ignoring Roy’s outraged look. He dragged Roy to him, roughly kissing him. The kiss was brief, prelude - Roy knew - to more kisses that would follow. “I tried to pin those curtains shut but they’re too damn small, not that I expect anyone to be out in the snow peering in.”

“But we do have dumb, drunk friends,” Roy said, shimmying past Maes. He dug chalk out of his pants pocket and drew on the wall, trying to ignore Maes who fought to skin Roy out of his overcoat. Roy slapped a palm to the array and the block walls thinned and grew around the window, curtain and all.

“You freaky alchemists.” Maes wagged his head, tossing the coat aside.

“Hey, you like this freaky alchemist!”

“No,” Maes corrected. “I love him.” He reached around Roy and grabbed the alchemist’s crotch gently squeezing. “I lust for him.”

Roy groaned, thrusting against Maes’ hands. He dropped his head back against Maes’ shoulder as his hips jerked.

Maes kissed Roy’s cheek. “You’re half hard already.”

“Not the only one,” Roy replied, brushing his backside against Maes’ groin.

Maes spun Roy around and dragged him into a forceful, hungry kiss as he backed Roy against the altered wall. Hips flexed against one another as hands fumbled for entrance into clothing. Maes backed away and Roy pouted at him. “We keep at it this fast and we won’t even get out of our pants before we pop.” Maes dragged in a deep breath. “Besides you still have on those dumb boots. You’ll look silly with your pants down around them.”

“Oh, thanks,” Roy laughed breathlessly. He sat down on the mattress and pulled his boots off. He slowly looked up at Maes as he realized that this was it. He was sitting where it would happen. Roy licked his lips, his breath leaving him. Was he honestly ready for this? His belly felt like it had a trapped fluttery bird inside it.

Maes stroked Roy’s hair. “You okay, Roy?”

Roy smiled. “Yeah, just a little...anxious.”

Maes’ face molded into a serious mask. “We don’t have-”

“No, I want to. Just nervous, like you,” Roy said quickly, rolling up to his knees. He caught Maes around the waist, drawing him closer. Pushing up Maes’ shirt, he planted a kiss on his belly while he fumbled with his lover’s belt buckle. Maes’ cock rose to greet Roy once the smaller young man fought the zipper down. Roy licked the tip of it like a boy with a lollipop then took Maes into his mouth deeply, feeling his own cock digging in almost painfully against his zipper.

Maes sighed, burying his fingers in Roy’s silky hair. After a few good licks, he pulled away from Roy who let him go, licking his lips. He lounged back on the sheets, grinning up at Maes. Maes’ pupils nearly swallowed up all the color in his eyes. “You’re so damn gorgeous,” he said then stripped off his shirt, nearly losing his glasses in his haste.

Roy kissed Maes’ cock as he tugged down his lover’s trousers. Maes reached down, dragging Roy’s shirt up. Roy reared back, letting Maes get the garment off. Maes tossed it aside then kicked off his pants, hopping around as he tried to get his socks off as he ignored Roy’s snicker at the silly picture he presented. That accomplished, he joined Roy on the mattresses.

Roy swarmed over top of him, his mouth finding Maes’, greedily stealing kisses as Maes fought to get Roy’s trousers down. Maes cupped Roy’s bared buttocks, squeezing gently. “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

Roy nodded without hesitation. “Yeah.” He slid off Maes and onto the mattress.

Maes rolled over and picked up a milk glass jar embossed with a train to be sure the purchaser knew it was a ‘manly’ skin care product free of roses or berries or whatever else women had to have their lotions scented with. Maes swirled his fingers in the lotion then pressed Roy back on the bed. Chest to chest, Maes kissed him. Roy felt one slick finger pass over his erection, cool and sensual to the touch. Maes’ tongue teased the roof of Roy’s mouth before Maes pulled away just a little as he rimmed the slicked finger around Roy’s opening. Roy gasped a little as the finger dipped inside him. It was a little more uncomfortable than he was expecting. Roy dragged in air. Was he really ready? Maes was a lot thicker than one finger.

“Roy? You sure?” Maes asked, sensing Roy’s distress as he moved the finger inside Roy.

Maes’ fingertip brushed something, some blissful bundle of nerves and Roy gasped as his hips jerked hard. “Yes! Do that again,” he demanded.

Maes grinned and complied. Roy’s back arched as he moaned, his fingers digging into Maes’ shoulder. Roy kissed Maes collar bone then buried his face against his lover’s shoulder, grateful Maes couldn’t see his expression as a second finger joined the first. That hurt a little and Roy couldn’t help tensing some around Maes’ finger. He kissed Maes’ shoulder reassuringly as his body adjusted to the intrusion.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Roy leaned back, looking Maes in the eye so the other boy could be sure of Roy’s conviction.

“Good.” Maes’ mouth met Roy’s as his finger scissored slowly, opening him up. The alchemist shuddered against Maes.

“Need you,” Roy whispered

Maes nodded and his hand retreated. Roy wondered if they should have put lotion on Maes’ cock prior. He reached around Maes to get the jar and saw Maes had thoughtfully put a towel out, too. Roy let Maes have that as he leaned down to lick the pre-cum pearled on the taller boy’s penis. Roy dipped his fingers into the lotion and slicked Maes’ cock slowly, almost worshipfully. “Like we talked about?” Maes asked and Roy nodded.

They had thought about the logistics of their plan and decided there were a number of ways it could be done. However, the simplest would be to be face down on the bed. Roy hesitated just a moment, wiping his fingers then stretched out on the bed. Maes kissed his shoulder. Roy took a deep breath, feeling the head of Maes’ cock touching his tight ring of muscle. Maes pressed into him and Roy’s fingers clenched in the sheets. He bit into the pillow, trying to keep in the cry. It hurt far more than he was expecting. A jolt like electricity spread up his spine and fire seemed to encircle Roy’s opening. Roy pulled forward, trying to escape the feeling of being torn in two. Unbidden, tears collected in the corner of his eyes, dribbling down his cheeks and chin.

Maes leaned against his shoulder. “Roy, we need to stop,” he said, his voice thick with worry.

“Need you to move, please,” Roy, said, his voice husky. “Now, need you...”

Roy couldn’t see Maes’ face but he could imagine the distress, could feel the hesitation, then Maes slowly started pumping into him, just a little, as easy as he could. Roy found he could breathe again. The pain diffused throughout his body and slowly bled out of him. He pushed up on his elbows, feeling Maes’ chest moving over his back. A moan trickled out past Roy’s lips. Each pump brought a little more pain but more pleasure each time.

“Roy?” Concern still flooded Maes’ voice. His big hand moved up to stroke Roy’s hair.

“More,” he demanded. “Faster.”

Maes complied, his panting breath curling around Roy’s ear. One of Maes’ hands slipped around Roy’s hip and cupped his cock. Maes thrust into Roy faster as he stroked Roy. Roy’s eyelids fluttered as the sensations overwhelmed him. The pleasure radiating from below couldn’t be quantified. This was something he didn’t want to stop, ever. Roy was barely aware of the sharp cries of delight tumbling from his lips.

His body jerked and shuddered as he came all over Maes’ fingers. Roy’s arms trembled in the aftermath, nearly sending him crashing to the mattress as Maes pounded into him faster now, needing no invitation. He could feel the gentle slap of his lover’s testicles against his ass with each thrust. Maes’ arms wrapped tight around Roy’s chest as he spilled into the alchemist. Roy held them both up on shaking arms, Maes’ body quivering against him.

Easing out of Roy, Maes crashed onto the mattress, Roy wrapped around him and neither teen said anything for long luscious moments just holding onto each other. Maes kissed Roy’s crown and Roy lifted his face from Maes’ shoulder. Maes seemed so upset that it made Roy’s heart ache. He could almost hear the ‘I’m sorry I hurt you.’ He put a hand on Maes’ cheek.

“I’m sorry,” Maes started but Roy put his fingers over his lover’s large, mobile mouth.

“It’s okay.” Roy replaced fingers with lips.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” Maes whispered once Roy withdrew.

Roy nestled back against the damp old sheet. “We knew it would...no real way around it. It won’t hurt so bad next time.” Roy wondered if that was true for men as it was for women.

“But...” Maes tried again and Roy interrupted.

“But it got better,” he promised. “And when you started touching me...that’s something I very much want to do again. Maybe not tonight.” There was no maybe’s about it. Roy’s backside throbbed but he was willing to have that in order to achieve the amazing orgasm he had had. “You don’t know how fantastic that all felt.”

Maes smiled, his whole body visibly relaxing. “I’m glad.” he gathered Roy to him, his lips slipping close to Roy’s ear. “Because it felt pretty incredible to be inside you.”

Roy’s answer was a strong embrace before he relaxed and drifted off to sleep against Maes. He didn’t sleep long, feeling Maes shifting next to him. Roy stretched. “Need a shower.”

“I was thinking that myself.” Maes rolled to his feet and held out his hand.

Roy let Maes help him up. His body protested moving but Roy schooled the discomfort off his face. Maes already felt bad enough.

“You first,” Maes said.

Roy nodded, getting his robe and shower bucket. He slowly, painfully made his way down the hallway to the communal bath. The water was so hot and felt wonderful against his sensitized skin. Roy lingered under the spray letting the soreness wash out. He heard Maes starting a shower, or he assumed it was but in case it was another dorm mate, Roy didn’t go looking for him.

He toweled off and padded back to his room. Maes had stripped the old sheet off the mattresses and no doubt dumped it down the nice anonymous laundry chute at the end of the hall. Roy snagged his chalk then curled up under the covers, waiting sleepily to show off, drifting in and out until the door opened. He smiled up at Maes as the boy locked the door. As Maes put his stuff away, Roy chalked an array on the floor and melded the beds into one. “That way we won’t fall through the crack between them in the middle of the night.”

“Smart,” Maes said appreciatively as he slipped in next to Roy.

“Exceptional.” Roy put his arms around Maes’ neck.

“And so humble,” Maes laughed.

“But you love me anyways,” Roy said and Maes sobered.

Maes stroked Roy’s chest. “Very much so.”

“Good. I’d hate to be alone in feeling like this,” Roy replied.

Maes dragged him close as skin. “You’re never going to be alone,” he promised fervently.

Roy pushed Maes back on the mattress then put his head on Maes’ chest. “I believe you.” He shut his eyes. “I feel very safe here.”

Maes rubbed Roy’s back. “Goodnight, Roy.”

“Night, Maes,” he mumbled. “Love you.” Roy snuggled in closer. Why couldn’t he go to bed like this every night? He sighed happily and relaxed, the strong rhythm of Maes' heartbeat lulling him to sleep.