baroqueangel | Drabble - Let my fingers do the walking (Reply)

Title: Let my fingers do the walking
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed, Ed/Hand
Rating: Probably NC-17…maybe
Warning: Mentions of boy sex
Words: 806
Summary: Ed’s bored and Roy’s asleep. Ed’s also horny.
A.N: Based on the Pink song Fingers. So yeah, have another crappy song fic from me. If there are any mistakes I apologise. I thought I’d caught them all but I may have missed a grammatical problem here or there.

Ed looked up at the ceiling. He was bored and, with Mustang fast asleep beside him, pretty much alone. He closed his eyes again to attempt sleep but he couldn’t seem to manage it. He was still full of energy and even though they had been going at it like bunnies less than 30 minutes ago, he was still unbelievably horny. Roy had cum and then just passed out, okay so it had been the fourth or fifth time he’d cum but still, he’d left Ed to either sleep or amuse himself.

He was starving for Roy’s attention. Roy had been so busy lately that Ed had had to beg and plead with him to take one night off. He’d used his night with Roy well but he still wanted more.

Ed looked around the room at the blackness, trying to see further than the alarm clock light would let him. There was nothing there. It was dark, it was late and he was sort of alone. He grinned mischievously into the darkness, one thought running through his head, he needed to be able to function on some sort of higher level later today which meant he needed sleep, which meant he needed to feel tired…

He moved his flesh hand over his side until it was resting ever so lightly on his naked chest. Then he got to work. Slowly he ghosted his fingers over his still flushed skin, pinching his nipples just enough to make himself gasp but keeping the gasp inside so as not to rouse Roy. Sure, this would be fun with two, but knowing what he was doing to himself while Roy was fast asleep by his side seem to add an edge of wickedness to his actions.

He caressed his own skin gently, knowing exactly where to press and where to pinch, he knew where he liked it cool and where he liked it hot. Soon his fingers on both hands were working together to drive his body into a frenzy and he moved his hand swiftly down to the need that was standing ever so proudly between his legs. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked quickly a few times before stopping, it wouldn’t do to make this something short. He released his length and instead grazed his fingers along it, his nails catching on the skin in places and causing him to take in short, quick breaths.

Using only his fingers he worked himself over, applying pressure where needed and gentleness where wanted. He imagined that it was Roy’s fingers and that heightened the pleasure. As Ed’s fingers traced up and down the vein on his cock he bit his tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure. He knew he was getting closer, he could feel it, so he wrapped his hand back around his shaft and began stroking himself slowly, dragging it out to get as much enjoyment from this as possible. The precum he had managed to smear over himself made it so much slicker and it was all he could do not to jerk himself off quickly just to feel that rush of pure bliss when he finally came. Up, down, up, down, slowly, slowly, speed up a little, a little more, so close, just one more stroke and maybe…

He turned to look at Roy, wanting to see his face when he came, only to stare straight into Roy’s wide open eyes, he looked very curious about what Ed was up to.

“What are you doing Edward?” Ed stilled his hand and smirked at Roy.

“Same thing I always do when it’s late at night and you’re fast asleep. I let my fingers do the walking.”

Roy looked into Ed’s golden eyes, they were glittering with mischief, arousal and lust and it was all he could do to not just jump Ed for the umpteenth time that night and frot him to completion. He held himself back, waiting for his invitation.

“I’m restless Roy, do you need some caffeine? Or are you good to go?” and there it was.

“I think I’m good Edward.” Roy moved quickly, covering Ed with his own body, his hand between them both holding their lengths together. “I still have more to give.”

Ed may have started this by letting his fingers do the walking but Roy was going to finish it with his fingers, and his mouth, and his tongue.

“You know Roy, if we had a video camera…”

Ed left the rest of the sentence unsaid. Roy was more than a little turned on by the idea though and he made a mental note to check out prices when he had the time. Then, putting that thought to the back of his mind, he began the long and rather enjoyable task of tiring Ed out.