Fic - Dial S for...
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cornerofmadnessDial S for….
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – NC-17, not work safe
Pairing – Hughes/Roy
Timeline/Spoilers- manga based, no real spoilers
Summary – He never knew what to expect from one of Hughes’ calls
Author’s Note- written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme for the prompt “Maes/Roy - clothing kink - Phone sex - "Just what are you wearing under those military blues?"”
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Roy kicked off his boots, leaving them messily by the door then flung his uniform jacket over the back of the couch. His slovenly ways always set Riza off the few times she had come to his rental cottage on the pretense of bringing work to his home to complete. As if she had any room to complain; she was a bigger slob than he was.
He hadn’t made it far before the phone on the living room- den combination’s desk rang. Sighing, Roy answered, hoping he didn’t have to go back into the office. “Mustang.”
“Don’t you sound enthusiastic, Roy?” Hughes’ voice chirruped at the other end of the line.
Roy dropped into his leather desk chair. “Hughes, you’ve already called me three times today.”
“Yeah but I have a question for you.”
Roy snorted. “But I just got home from work. I’m still in my uniform, you idiot.”
“I know. I timed it.”
Roy dreaded knowing why. His best friend could be so peculiar. “So ask your question. I’m tired.”
“Just what are you wearing under those military blues?”
Roy choked, nearly dropping his phone. “ What ?”
“I’ve been sitting around all day thinking about you in your Blues,” Maes’ voice dropped into the lower ranges, getting husky. Roy knew that tone, the one that usually got used right before the two of them had sex like mad men. “What are you wearing under them?”
Now why was this fool starting up with him over the phone? “My undershirt and military boxers,” Roy replied flatly.
Maes laughed. “You haven’t worn those boxers since you got out of the Academy where they made you.”
Sighing yet again, Roy played along, “Fine, they’re brushed cotton, soft as a petal, happy?”
“What color are they?” Maes’ voice washed over Roy’s ear like silk. When he talked like that, it was hard not to get excited. “I know they’re not white.”
“Slate grey,” Roy responded in spite of himself. “Are we done now, Hughes?”
“Done? We’re just getting started, Roy. Remember how you’d like it when I…”
“Maes, enough! What are you trying to do?” Roy’s cock perked up even though he hadn’t let Hughes finish his thought.
“Been thinking about you,” Hughes replied. “It’s been a long while since we could get together so I figured…”
“You’d get me off over the phone,” Roy interrupted again. “Are you insane?”
“Like this would be a first for you,” Maes countered and Roy thought about his occasional indiscretions with Riza over the phone. Hell, those conversations hadn’t even been sexual, just illicit as he chatted up ‘Elizabeth.’ “And I know you remember how you liked to be fondled through your clothes.”
Roy groaned, trying not to reach down and do just that as his cock grew heavier under his uniform. “Maes…”
“Go on, Roy, touch yourself,” Hughes entreated huskily. “I am.”
“Maes!”
“Don’t worry, Elicia is still over at Mrs. Reardon’s playing with Sarah. Besides, my den has a locked door,” Hughes countered. “Go on, touch yourself. Do it like I would.”
Knowing he shouldn’t but wanting to just the same, Roy unzipped his blue trousers, his cock springing up at him. He rubbed the soft cloth of his boxers over the hard, hot flesh, letting out an involuntary groan.
“You completely hard?” Hughes asked. “I am.”
“Yeah,” Roy muttered.
“Give yourself a few long, slow strokes,” his lover demanded.
“Unfair, you prepared for this,” Roy accused. “I have nothing at my desk for lubricant.”
“You’re an inventive little alchemist.”
Roy had no idea what Maes thought he could do with that in this situation. “Hang on.” Roy set the phone on the desk. He didn’t want to shuffle through the house with a hard on but more importantly he didn’t want to get stains on his uniform. Roy pulled off his shirt and shimmed out of his pants, tossing them out of range. The leather seat was warm against his bare bottom as he sat back down. After spitting a few times into one hand, he picked the handset back up. “Tell me again what you want.”
“Get yourself off, Roy, nice and slow,” Maes voice purred.
Feeling contrary and more aroused than he should be, Roy had other things in mind. His wet hand skimmed up his cock, his fingers massaging his ridge as they went. He twisted his hand around the head of his cock, his thumb sweeping over the little V under the head, sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. He moaned again.
“See, you like it. Imagine my tongue tickling over you,” Maes said.
“God, Hughes.” Tucking the handset against his shoulder, Roy reached down and massaged his balls, too. He wished he was a neater person so he could have stretched out on the desk, giving him better access. He could have rimmed his ass with a finger that way instead of sitting on it. “You’re doing this, too, right?”
“I’m lucky. I’m married to a very understanding woman who finds us getting each other off to be very hot,” Maes chuckled into the phone.
“Cheater,” Roy said but the thought of Gracia sucking Hughes off while they did this made him even hotter.
“Hush,” Maes chided. “How hard are you now?”
Roy simply groaned, picking up the pace.
“Think about me inside you,” Maes whispered over the line.
“Now I just want that,” Roy whined, his hand sweeping around and around over the head of his cock, his fingers tickling his frenulum each time. He could feel the tension building inside him, his shaft twitching and bouncing in his hand. His thighs quivered. Roy found it hard not to breathe in Maes’ ear like he had just run a race.
“Soon,” Maes promised.
Roy could only hope. His hand traveled down, pressing lightly against his taint while the other hand twisted round on the head of his cock. The orgasm hit so hard and fast, he dropped the phone. Warm semen splattered over his fingers and all over his belly. Panting, Roy fished the phone back up. “Sorry, dropped you.”
“What part about slow didn’t you understand, Roy?” Amusement laced Hughes’ tone.
“My cock, my control. I’ll do what I want,” Roy protested.
“Ornery as ever,” Maes sounded rough, close to his own orgasm.
“Finish yourself off,” Roy demanded, swiveling in his chair. He nearly dropped his phone again. He hadn’t gotten up to shut the curtains when Maes called. He was sitting in full view of his window. His eyes widened, realizing he had an audience. “Oh shit!”
“What?” Maes’ tone reflected a dislike and confusion over Roy’s sudden change in attitude.
“My curtains are open. Old Mrs. Soskin is in her garden next door,” Roy said tightly and Hughes burst into laughter. “It’s not funny, she’s staring.”
Hughes only laughed harder, mumbling something. Roy swore he could hear Gracia laugh, too. “Sorry,” Hughes muttered not sounding it in the least.
“She used to bring me the goodies her grandkids didn’t finish off. She’s never coming here again.” Roy moaned.
“Of course not, you pervert.”
“I’ll be lucky she didn’t call the police,” Roy said, seeing Mrs. Soskin had hurried off. Hughes only laughed harder at that and Roy hung up on him. There was nothing to do for it now. He yanked the curtain shut viciously and headed for the shower. Fun or not, he’d have to get Hughes back for this. Who was he kidding? As soon as he was with Hughes, he’d buckle to whatever the man wanted just like always. What could he say? The man made him crazy in all the right ways.
Author –
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – all rights belong to Arakawa
Rating – NC-17, not work safe
Pairing – Hughes/Roy
Timeline/Spoilers- manga based, no real spoilers
Summary – He never knew what to expect from one of Hughes’ calls
Author’s Note- written for the
fma_ihop anonymous kink meme for the prompt “Maes/Roy - clothing kink - Phone sex - "Just what are you wearing under those military blues?"”* * *
Roy kicked off his boots, leaving them messily by the door then flung his uniform jacket over the back of the couch. His slovenly ways always set Riza off the few times she had come to his rental cottage on the pretense of bringing work to his home to complete. As if she had any room to complain; she was a bigger slob than he was.
He hadn’t made it far before the phone on the living room- den combination’s desk rang. Sighing, Roy answered, hoping he didn’t have to go back into the office. “Mustang.”
“Don’t you sound enthusiastic, Roy?” Hughes’ voice chirruped at the other end of the line.
Roy dropped into his leather desk chair. “Hughes, you’ve already called me three times today.”
“Yeah but I have a question for you.”
Roy snorted. “But I just got home from work. I’m still in my uniform, you idiot.”
“I know. I timed it.”
Roy dreaded knowing why. His best friend could be so peculiar. “So ask your question. I’m tired.”
“Just what are you wearing under those military blues?”
Roy choked, nearly dropping his phone. “ What ?”
“I’ve been sitting around all day thinking about you in your Blues,” Maes’ voice dropped into the lower ranges, getting husky. Roy knew that tone, the one that usually got used right before the two of them had sex like mad men. “What are you wearing under them?”
Now why was this fool starting up with him over the phone? “My undershirt and military boxers,” Roy replied flatly.
Maes laughed. “You haven’t worn those boxers since you got out of the Academy where they made you.”
Sighing yet again, Roy played along, “Fine, they’re brushed cotton, soft as a petal, happy?”
“What color are they?” Maes’ voice washed over Roy’s ear like silk. When he talked like that, it was hard not to get excited. “I know they’re not white.”
“Slate grey,” Roy responded in spite of himself. “Are we done now, Hughes?”
“Done? We’re just getting started, Roy. Remember how you’d like it when I…”
“Maes, enough! What are you trying to do?” Roy’s cock perked up even though he hadn’t let Hughes finish his thought.
“Been thinking about you,” Hughes replied. “It’s been a long while since we could get together so I figured…”
“You’d get me off over the phone,” Roy interrupted again. “Are you insane?”
“Like this would be a first for you,” Maes countered and Roy thought about his occasional indiscretions with Riza over the phone. Hell, those conversations hadn’t even been sexual, just illicit as he chatted up ‘Elizabeth.’ “And I know you remember how you liked to be fondled through your clothes.”
Roy groaned, trying not to reach down and do just that as his cock grew heavier under his uniform. “Maes…”
“Go on, Roy, touch yourself,” Hughes entreated huskily. “I am.”
“Maes!”
“Don’t worry, Elicia is still over at Mrs. Reardon’s playing with Sarah. Besides, my den has a locked door,” Hughes countered. “Go on, touch yourself. Do it like I would.”
Knowing he shouldn’t but wanting to just the same, Roy unzipped his blue trousers, his cock springing up at him. He rubbed the soft cloth of his boxers over the hard, hot flesh, letting out an involuntary groan.
“You completely hard?” Hughes asked. “I am.”
“Yeah,” Roy muttered.
“Give yourself a few long, slow strokes,” his lover demanded.
“Unfair, you prepared for this,” Roy accused. “I have nothing at my desk for lubricant.”
“You’re an inventive little alchemist.”
Roy had no idea what Maes thought he could do with that in this situation. “Hang on.” Roy set the phone on the desk. He didn’t want to shuffle through the house with a hard on but more importantly he didn’t want to get stains on his uniform. Roy pulled off his shirt and shimmed out of his pants, tossing them out of range. The leather seat was warm against his bare bottom as he sat back down. After spitting a few times into one hand, he picked the handset back up. “Tell me again what you want.”
“Get yourself off, Roy, nice and slow,” Maes voice purred.
Feeling contrary and more aroused than he should be, Roy had other things in mind. His wet hand skimmed up his cock, his fingers massaging his ridge as they went. He twisted his hand around the head of his cock, his thumb sweeping over the little V under the head, sending a shiver of pleasure through his body. He moaned again.
“See, you like it. Imagine my tongue tickling over you,” Maes said.
“God, Hughes.” Tucking the handset against his shoulder, Roy reached down and massaged his balls, too. He wished he was a neater person so he could have stretched out on the desk, giving him better access. He could have rimmed his ass with a finger that way instead of sitting on it. “You’re doing this, too, right?”
“I’m lucky. I’m married to a very understanding woman who finds us getting each other off to be very hot,” Maes chuckled into the phone.
“Cheater,” Roy said but the thought of Gracia sucking Hughes off while they did this made him even hotter.
“Hush,” Maes chided. “How hard are you now?”
Roy simply groaned, picking up the pace.
“Think about me inside you,” Maes whispered over the line.
“Now I just want that,” Roy whined, his hand sweeping around and around over the head of his cock, his fingers tickling his frenulum each time. He could feel the tension building inside him, his shaft twitching and bouncing in his hand. His thighs quivered. Roy found it hard not to breathe in Maes’ ear like he had just run a race.
“Soon,” Maes promised.
Roy could only hope. His hand traveled down, pressing lightly against his taint while the other hand twisted round on the head of his cock. The orgasm hit so hard and fast, he dropped the phone. Warm semen splattered over his fingers and all over his belly. Panting, Roy fished the phone back up. “Sorry, dropped you.”
“What part about slow didn’t you understand, Roy?” Amusement laced Hughes’ tone.
“My cock, my control. I’ll do what I want,” Roy protested.
“Ornery as ever,” Maes sounded rough, close to his own orgasm.
“Finish yourself off,” Roy demanded, swiveling in his chair. He nearly dropped his phone again. He hadn’t gotten up to shut the curtains when Maes called. He was sitting in full view of his window. His eyes widened, realizing he had an audience. “Oh shit!”
“What?” Maes’ tone reflected a dislike and confusion over Roy’s sudden change in attitude.
“My curtains are open. Old Mrs. Soskin is in her garden next door,” Roy said tightly and Hughes burst into laughter. “It’s not funny, she’s staring.”
Hughes only laughed harder, mumbling something. Roy swore he could hear Gracia laugh, too. “Sorry,” Hughes muttered not sounding it in the least.
“She used to bring me the goodies her grandkids didn’t finish off. She’s never coming here again.” Roy moaned.
“Of course not, you pervert.”
“I’ll be lucky she didn’t call the police,” Roy said, seeing Mrs. Soskin had hurried off. Hughes only laughed harder at that and Roy hung up on him. There was nothing to do for it now. He yanked the curtain shut viciously and headed for the shower. Fun or not, he’d have to get Hughes back for this. Who was he kidding? As soon as he was with Hughes, he’d buckle to whatever the man wanted just like always. What could he say? The man made him crazy in all the right ways.
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