Author: Harukami
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Yaoi
Pairing: Ed x Roy
Status: Complete
Summary: Ed wakes alone in bed.
For: Talya Firedancer

Ed wakes alone in bed. He's comfortable; the sheets behind him are still warm, and he sighs, curls back against that lingering heat, brushing metal fingers over the folds of the bedsheets lightly. For a minute, he ponders being offended that he'd have been left, but he's feeling too content. The sensation curls in his belly, slow and lazy, and he sighs a bit at himself, stretches.

He thinks that he should be feeling the opposite; he's messy, sticky and sweaty, in a bed he's never been in, and his brother will be worried about him. Hecan't quite bring himself to actually feel it.

Stretching again, he ponders the feeling of the blankets on his legs; if he can only feel a vague weight on one, the other leg makes up for it with the warmth and heaviness and feeling of each soft thread against his leg. The weave's fine, finer than he's used to -- which shouldn't surprise him, because it's Mustang's bed and the bastard's a bit given to his luxuries -- but he can feel it despite that.

He grins faintly at the ceiling, then pushes the blankets off himself.

Ed's thinking of a bath; he IS sticky after all, and he feels good enough that a hot bath is just the thing for a perfect evening. He thinks Mustang must have gone out for a walk or to meet someone else or something, and so he's surprised when he opens the door and finds Mustang in the tub already.

Not as surprised as Mustang himself; the Colonel blinks up at Ed with a flat, surprised expression that gentles after a moment into a slight smile. "You're awake."

"So're you," Ed points out, and comes over, casual in his nudity. He puts both hands on the rail of the tub, leaning over. "How's the water?"

"Good," Mustang begins, then draws himself up with a little splash as Ed swings one leg over. "Hang on, Fullmetal. There's hardly room for both of us."

Ed can't keep his grin from growing. "Hey, Mustang."

"--Yes?"

"How many people have you had in bed?"

Mustang blinks, taken aback, and doesn't answer.

Ed swings the other leg in, sits on the rail. "And how many people have shared your bath?"

"None," Mustang says. There's a thread of frustrated humour in his voice. "The tub, as I said, is small, and--"

"That's what I thought," Ed tells him smugly, and gets into the tub.

Mustang sighs, and after a moment, his lips curl into a pained, amused smile, legs spread and knees up so Ed can kneel between them. The bathwater threatens to spill over, but for now, they both ignore it.

Ed twists, sitting back and turning around in the narrow space so he can lean up against Mustang, his back hot against Mustang's chest. As if it's the most natural thing in the world, Mustang wraps arms around him.

Without much surprise, Ed finds himself smiling. "That's better," he says, and closes his eyes.