Rushed
Rushed
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Title
- Rushed
Author - trowacko
Rating - NC17
Warnings - Hughes/Roy, angst
Disclaimers - I do not own Full Metal Alchemist in any way, nor do I make a
claim to. No profit, no harm done.
It didn't make a sound, but it didn't have to.
watch through the dimmed view. It moved on the pillow, up to counter his push
against the bottom half, down when he pulled away. It sat in mock silence,
chain dangling one way, then sliding the opposite way. Mocking, yes -
tick tick tick
Check the time, he has to go home soon--
tick tick tick
At that, Roy closed his eyes, tried concentrating on the man behind him, the
steady slide and scrape of the cock into his ass and the dampened pleasure because
the knot in his stomach refused to let it rise enough to be enjoyable. Hughes
grunted behind him, fingers digging in deeper into
have greater movement. A small spike of ignited nerves made
him deeper. He loved the depth Hughes managed as though the man's cock knew
where to strike before either of them. Plenty of people had said what a lucky
woman Maes Hughes had acquired, but they didn't know
half of it.
Tick tick TICK
Their sex was a far cry from clockwork.
never knew when Hughes would come, or even of what the man would do until he
had done it and surprised them both. It was of little surprise that
her to his bed too.
loved him, too, but that part didn't matter. Much.
"
fuck..."
There existed a repetition on how Hughes moaned, cursed and spoke
I love you. I need you. I want you. But I can't be with you.
Roy's mouth twisted, lips parting to let free quick bursts of air in and out,
letting his throat close around them and become high pitched grunts that Hughes
loved so much - in some distant part of his mind, he wondered if
pillow, pulled him away from that watch, that fucking watch, why did he
always have that fucking watch there?
tick tick TOCK
Hughes sank against him, hips double thrusting in shallow pitches that
with a tighter grip. His flesh moved, pushed and pulled in each invasion,
nerves bucking under the onslaught. His balls tightened, pulling his cock up to
thrust against the sheets instead of slapping against them. The friction alone
made him whimper in pain, fingers curled against the fabric beneath. Muscles
pulled in different directions, back arching while his legs pulled up and apart
even more. His cheek hissed over the pillow and he was tempted to bite against
it if it didn't mean that watch didn't slide to him. Fingernails dug into his
hips, loosened, moved up to claw against his ribs and it hurt so good
that he moaned. Seed spurted from him, coated the sheets and eased the ache as
he spilled. Roy's eyes widened, he let the orgasm wash over him, a dim reminder
of what he wouldn't have again, wished it was better, but beggars couldn't be
choosers, oh no. Hughes curled against him, preventing any movement at all
while he filled
marking him
for the last time, time's up, my boy
with a drawn out expulsion of air that wanted to be something other than mere
noise. The shudder of Hughes's cock inside him made
in broken spasms that he didn't try to curb. On his stomach, he couldn't smell
their sex, but that was proper too, considering he shouldn't have had sex now,
so close to Hughes's wedding day. With the date set, the groom should not have
been fucking the best man every chance he could before rings were exchanged.
"
Rather than reply,
reached up to touch the watch, squeezing it between his palm and thumb that
flipped open the catch. The face stared at him indifferently, barely visible in
the dim light. He wanted to know the last time he had Hughes and frowned when
he noticed the second hand had stopped ticking just after he'd checked it the
last time. As though he and Hughes had been transplanted into a place without
time, however ludicrous the idea;
still liked it.
"Yeah."
The fingers that had bruised his sides and hips moved with new
arms that pulled him closer as their bodies shifted to lay on their sides.
"I'm sorry."
watch in one fist, looking at it with hate for the first time. He drew it back
and launched it at the wall, listening to parts breaking inside, but at least
that damned ticking had stopped too, even if it had all been just an echo in
his head.
"Don't be."
Patience
didn't know he previously possessed let him wait out the quiet sigh Hughes
uttered and even the play of fingers against his chest. Indecision, apology,
accusations or something else
would have weathered patiently. After a moment's hesitation, Hughes gave up on
formulating something to say and simply rested. In the span of such a short
time, the past became the past and the present waited to take its place in it.
his hips shifted to free Hughes from his body. Hughes said nothing when he
finally pulled his arms free and gathered up his clothes.
signaled Hughes was done and about to leave.
"I have to head up to HQ tomorrow; should I take that with me?"
Hughes asked quietly. Business. A better option than
hoping things would be okay now; they would eventually, they both knew that.
Just not like it was before.
"It was already broken," he replied at last. "I'll get it fixed
soon enough." It's just a watch. Oh, but that was a lie and
was his position, his choice and it glared at him every time he looked at it,
knowing and hating that it took him away from what he wished was still his.
He'd broken something else, long before the watch and there was no fixing that.
When Hughes left, he turned into the pillow and covered his face with the hand
that had thrown the watch. Part of him wanted to hate Hughes for the choices
the man had made and this last one that had unequivocally separated them from
nights like this, one last fling before everything else changed.
"I love you, too," he muttered against the indifferent pillow.
the academy, alchemy, the military and Hughes had followed only as far as he
could. It wasn't Hughes's fault for leaving him. It was
*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's
insane*