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'Roy Mustang'. He signs his name for the hundredth time today. This is the boring part about being a General; the damned amount of paper work. And then there’s there presence of a certain blond that has been drifting in the corners of his mind the last few days. Ed left to visit his family in Resembool a few days ago, and though they had made sure to have a 'proper' goodbye before he left, it didn't take long before he was craving Ed's skin again.
"Ed..." He sighs, and saying his name out loud makes it harder to ignore how much he misses him. He leans back in his office chair, ready to give up on his work altogether, but then he shakes his head and tries to focus on the next piece of paper that demands his signature.
'... in safety room 2, on the second floor...' Gold hair drifts in and out his mind, just out of his reach. As he reads the same sentence for the fourth time, he lets his head drop to the desk in frustration. It looks like he won’t be able to function like a normal human being anymore because of him, and he’s sure Ed would be more than happy to take credit for that. He can almost picture the self-satisfied grin on his face, and he can feel himself slowly getting aroused because of it.
Fishing his phone from his pocket, he already knows this is a bad idea. He can feel the strange yet familiar feeling of regretting something before you do it, and knowing you’re going to do it anyway. He’s supposed to be working, damn it! And yet he opens the picture gallery - downloads - Edward. Quickly tapping in the password he had given the folder – Breda has a bad habit of stealing his phone, something about "protecting his privacy" – and a series of pictures arranges itself neatly on the screen.
He taps the first one and the thumbnail expands to cover the whole screen, Ed's gold eyes shining up at him as he’s wearing the very same shirt and jacket as he’s wearing now.
And nothing else.
He absently unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out into the free.
A swipe with his thumb and a new picture reveals itself on his phone. Ed is biting his lip, and the shirt has slipped to expose one of his nipples. Roys hand instinctively starts moving up and down, sending shivers through his body as he tries to get off on his own. It’s been a while since he’s needed to.
Another swipe and he picks up the pace with his hand. Ed had changed position slightly, spreading his legs a little, and he stares at him boldly from the photo as if he knows that Roy’s touching himself to his pictures.
"Ed..." His name escapes his lips again, and he notices that he’s panting ever so slightly. "Ahh... See what you’ve turned me into?" He grins down at his phone, putting more force into the steady pumping motion around his cock.
A third swipe and a self-satisfied Ed grins boldly up at him, legs widely spread and a wet finger or two creeping close to the hole he’s becoming acutely familiar with. Absently he tilts his phone, as if the new angle will reveal more of his boyfriend’s body.
A sudden knock at the door has him throwing himself violently forward over the desk, hitting his shin on the side of the desk. He swears loudly as the door opens and Hawkeye appears in the open frame.
"Sir, did you fall asleep again?" The Colonel looks equal parts unimpressed and unsurprised by him. "At least you’re awake now. Everyone has left, and I'm leaving for the day. Don’t forget to finish up the paper work, the deadline is tomorrow."
Roy can only nod his head as a reply, still leaning over his desk and praying that Hawkeye won't notice the humiliating state he’s currently in.
A moment of silence, and the woman seems to soften a bit. "And… don't overwork yourself. You look like a mess. Goodnight sir."
Roy raises his hand and waves absently as Hawkeye finally leaves, only to swear again – this time it isn’t from the stinging pain in his shin, but rather the precum that started to ooze out of him while Hawkeye had been standing here. And now he‘s cursing his exhibitionist kink down to hell, because damn, this was just what he needed.
Finding his phone again, still pumping his cock up and down quickly, he swipes to the last picture. He can swear Ed was moaning his name in this one, fingers buried deep inside himself while he tries to bring himself pleasure in his absence. Roy's cock twitches in his hand – he can definitely relate to that feeling now... "Come on..." He lets out a frustrated growl, but still can’t seem to come.
In a flash of desperation he slams his shin back into the desk, and the rush of being nearly exposed a few moments earlier floods back into his mind with the pain.
"Fuck!" His release isn’t as satisfying as he hoped, but it was something. Still half hard and covered in come, he reaches for something to wipe with but in the last second picks up his phone instead. One last glance at Ed before he gets the camera up and going brings a soft smile to his lips.
Not having a mirror in his office, he’ll have to get creative. Turning on the timer, he leans the phone against his computer screen. Pushing his chair back a bit, he grabs hold of his cock and looks straight into the camera smirk in place, waiting for the clicking sound.
He’s not quite happy with the posing – it’s a bit awkward, but it will have to do. He attaches one of the pictures to a message with the caption ‘Missed you at work today ;) '
And send.
About five minutes passes, and Roy finds himself getting more disappointed with each tick of the clock hand – maybe he’s too busy with his family to answer? Just as he’s finishing up cleaning of his half-erection, his phone starts to ring. He grabs the phone with a pleased smirk, knowing full well who’s on the other side on the line. He answers it not saying a word.
"You're still hard right?" Ed is panting. The sounds of his voice have him standing like a pole again in seconds.
He smiles ruefully, though Ed can’t see him, and his voice comes out like a growl, "You have no idea."