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[Fullmetal Alchemist] can not work

Title: can not work
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Maes Hughes, Roy Mustang
Pairing: Hughes / Roy
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 880 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: L \u0026lt;3ve Fest @ fanfic_italia
Prompt: "It 's like groped to force a lock with a wet herring!" (Yes, I know. No comment.)
Summary: Hughes and Roy have been posted, but for some reason, Hughes can not get into the spirit.
Notes: Nomatipoillol. XD But I have to say, the heart-shaped punticino you do this and more. * _ * Since I already had a fic where Roy failed - but not with Hughes, mind you XD - I thought it was just a little torture 'Maes. It? * _ * Environment and the academy at the time ... I have already talked too much, read it. XD
Acknowledgements: A sonia_sama , I ripped a Drop Dead Diva for a reading super fast preview. * _ *
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Who wants them? (I. But I am Just like that detail.) Anyway, I'm Mrs. Cow. \u0026lt;3
Warning: CRACK AND MADNESS rampant. Yaoi



"It can not work."
Hughes leans her head against the light wood of the door behind her and sighs, terribly frustrated by the fact that there are closed for at least twenty minutes and during that time, have been able to do is share a little 'saliva and rub each other unnecessarily, without even taking off his shirt to arrive. "It can not work," repeated, shaking his head and Roy finally rises from his mouth and off his neck, looking straight at me with raised eyebrows and red cheeks.
"What can not work? asks, shortness of breath, and light reflected in her eyes he sees Hughes realizes that for him, instead, all that useless rubbing was not at all useless. But even a little '.
swallows, slightly uncomfortable. "This," murmured, with a vague gesture of the hand indicates somewhere between his head and his feet.
Roy raises an eyebrow. "This, he asks, mimicking his gesture," what would be, exactly? "
Hughes sighs. Can not say it, right? It would be too humiliating, especially considering that the idea to sink in that damn closet was his - no, correction, the idea was to Roy. But if I were to say he replied che è stato lui il primo a fare discorsi allusivi a mensa, il che li riporterebbe esattamente da capo. E in questo momento l'ultima cosa di cui ha bisogno è di bisticciare con lui per motivi inutili. «Senti,» comincia, guardandosi disperatamente attorno alla ricerca di qualsiasi cosa possa salvarlo da quella situazione. «Non può funzionare, ecco.»
Roy gli appoggia una mano sul petto e gli si avvicina, portando la bocca vicino al suo orecchio, cosa che di solito gli piace da matti ma che adesso, in quella situazione, gli dà solo terribilmente fastidio. «Questo l'hai già detto,» sussurra e Hughes reprime a fatica l'istinto di prenderlo per le spalle e toglierselo di dosso, per scappare then as far as possible.
"What I want to know," he says, blissfully unaware of the thoughts that cross the mind of the boy, "is because you have not gotten rid of these clothes and you're about to kiss on this floor the way God intended ..."
Hughes opens his eyes and blushed, finally finding the strength to lift him and then cries, completely red in the face, "Roy!"
He shrugs. "What?"
"What the hell did you say?" Then you stop for a second and when he sees that he is about to answer, interrupts him: "No, I do not care, do not repeat it." Member puts his hands on his shoulders and changes Roy Head and puffing, giving him a shove.
"Come on, Hughes, who's wrong?"
"We can not do it," he says, softly, and in that instant his glance falls on the crotch of Roy that, obviously, is not strongly disagree.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm nervous." He raises a little face, mortified. "And if someone comes and we discover? We beat kicked out, "Roy
just rolls his eyes and he clearly understands that you are angry," If you did you were not taking unnecessary fears of absurd, I guarantee you that at this time we're done rockin 'enough already! "Hughes opens again more eyes, and he continues: "Do not enter anyone here ever not enter anyone's why we use it for our quickies! So now those pants down and do what we came here to do! "
They look at a moment in silence and Hughes just shakes his head again. "I can not."
Roy snorted. "Yes you can. Hurry up. "
" I can not do it! "
" Why not? "
" Because ... "begins, looking away while thinking of a less humiliating to say what they must," because if we did not now would be like ... I know, groped to force a lock with a wet herring. "
Roy looks at him, perfectly still, with both eyebrows raised and when Hughes returns to meet his gaze that sees the corner of his mouth tends dangerously upwards, as if it were a sort of hysterical laugh.
"wet herring ?" Repeated, stunned and Hughes ran a hand over his forehead, aware that among all the things he could say was probably the worst choice. No, probably not. was the worst.
"Yes. Wet, 'croaked, licking his lips. "You know, no springs ...." The last word has been little more than a whisper flooded and she finally reaches her ears Roy can not help but smile. "Oh, this is the problem," peeping, with his tone is unbearable while his tongue. "I understand," he says, winking. "Let us also that I think your herring." And without another word, his hands down towards the flap of his pants and opens the zipper, making him drop his pants and underwear down to his ankles.
"Roy," moans Hughes, at the height of humiliation, but he never listens to him and kneels between her legs, her face so close to his limp member yet even he can feel the warmth of his breath. "Stop it, you really can not ..."
But before he manages to finish speaking mouth Roy closes around his member as he threw his head back and Hughes can not help but think that for him, unlike the damn herring, wet works for real. And damn well, too.