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Riza wouldn’t call herself one of Ed’s close friends, even if he does text her on occasion. Which is mainly when Roy’s inconvenienced if she’s honest. So she’s surprised when her phone beeps, Ed’s name on the notification: ‘h e l p s o s whatever it is you humans use when things are on fire’.
She’s swiped into her messages with Ed when another quickly follows the first: ‘Roy’s fine, but I need help and I can’t ask him for help’.
She’s halfway through a text asking where he is when a third message pops up: ‘come up to the apartment, door’s unlocked’.
A fourth has appeared by the time she’s at the shop: ‘why are humans complicated’
Riza’s only been in the back alley behind The Clever Stag a handful of times, usually while making sure Roy was getting home safely after a night out, but she remembers which door leads into the back corridor of the Stag and makes her way up the back stairs. The door at the top swings open at her touch, her Second Sight noting a soft blue glow on the doorframe. Her presence was expected, after all; Ed’s runes registered her as ‘friend’, not foe.
“Ed?” She calls as she steps into the large open space that makes up the living room of the apartment. There’s no response as she moves through the living room, which is a disheveled mess in a way it’s never been the few times she’s been over, and into the kitchen, which looks like it might be the source of Ed’s observation of ‘things are on fire’. True, the kitchen is still in one piece and not actively on fire – still the stainless steel, belongs-in-a-restaurant-kitchen appliances and marble counters and dark cupboards – but it looks like something blew up in the vicinity of the stove. The reason she’s here is plopped down in front of the stove, chocolate smeared across his forehead and cheek, and looking absolutely dejected.
“Humans suck.” Ed grumbles miserably, reaching a hand up to his cheek, smearing the chocolate further. “Holidays meant for humans suck.” He looks at the chocolate on his fingers, his lip curling. “This sucks.”
Riza’s glad she knows about Ed not being human, because her Second Sight keeps trying to accommodate the space Ed exists in with both of Ed’s forms at the same time. But now, probably as an unintentional side effect for how upset Ed seems, his god-form is closer to the surface than the glamor usually allows, his antlers ghost-like and transparent if she looks at him any other way than straight on. She crouches down in front of him, reminding herself that the antlers aren’t real unless the glamor’s dropped, even as the branches curl around her head.
“Do you want to tell me what it is you can’t ask Roy for?” She asks, gaze flicking around the kitchen. In addition to Ed’s face and clothing, there’s chocolate all over the stove, on the cupboards and…. Did he get some on the ceiling? She doesn’t want to know. There’s some on the strawberries sitting on a baking tray lined with parchment paper on the stove proper, at least. “Or your brother?”
“Roy’s on a date.” Ed tells her gloomily, rubbing at his cheek again. This time, he smears the chocolate down across his chin. Riza has no idea why Roy’s on a date when his very reason for living is sitting on the kitchen floor covered in chocolate. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, and Roy likes that kind of thing.”
Oh. That explains it. Riza’s known since before she and Roy broke up that Roy was in love with Ed, and she’s long suspected that Ed returned Roy’s feelings. But as much as she’s wanted to shake the pair of them, and she knows she’s not alone in that thought.
But.
She claps her hands together, pushing herself to her feet. “I’ll make you a deal.” Amber eyes peer up skeptically at her. “If you go shower and give Roy a good reason he should leave that date and come home to you, I’ll fix the strawberries for you.” She looks up at the chocolate smeared on the ceiling. “You know what, if you tell Roy you love him, I’ll even clean up the kitchen and living room for you.”
“I’m not in love with Roy.” Riza doesn’t have to be looking at Ed to know he’s sulking because she’s found him out. Ed pushes himself to his feet, pulling his braid over his shoulder. There’s chocolate in his hair too. “And even if I was, which I’m not, Roy doesn’t love me back.”
“You’d be surprised.” Riza responds, putting a gentle hand on his back and steering him toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom. “Go shower.” She repeats in that tone Roy jokingly calls her ‘Doctor Hawkeye’ voice. “And then give Roy a reason to come home.”
Ed’s made it halfway to the hallway before he stops and turns back toward her. His golden eyes flicker between human-looking and the feral feline of the predator-god. “What should I do?” He gestures toward himself, grimacing a bit. “I’m not enough on my own to get him to stay home.”
“You know that’s not true, right?” Riza smiles reassuringly. “Besides, he prefers you just the way you are. I’m sure you can think of something.”
Colette is a vivacious blonde with wide blue eyes and a teasing smile. Roy had met her in that little coffee shop around the corner from The Stag, and he’s not the least bit surprised by the fact the only time she’d (coyly) been available for a date was Valentine’s Day. She’ll never be Ed, not that anyone can be, but he likes the boldness she’d shown.
The waiter’s just dropped off the first course – a house Caesar salad for her, corn chowder for him – when Roy’s phone dings in his blazer’s pocket.
“Excuse me, sorry.” Roy cuts into the story Colette’s been telling him about a coworker of hers, pulling his phone out. Even before he sees who it’s from, he knows it’s Ed texting.
Ed: I miss you
Roy’s barely set the phone down when there’s another text from Ed.
Ed: Thinking about you
Roy knows he should turn the phone facedown on the table, but he tries to focus on Colette. “You were saying?” He asks, tucking into his soup. Colette continues with her story, tucking into her salad, when the screen on Roy’s phone lights up. He discretely taps the notification.
Ed. Again. This time, it’s a selfie in the standing mirror Ed keeps in the corner of his bedroom, his gaze on his reflection so it looks like he’s looking up at Roy from the screen. Ed doesn’t usually take selfies – Roy does, and he pulls Ed into plenty of them – but this selfie shows Ed barefoot, in the soft red plaid pajama pants Roy likes, that hang low on Ed’s hips, paired with one of Roy’s hoodies. Ed’s blond hair is down, and he looks freshly showered. Roy loves every look of Ed’s, but this – freshly showered and cozy - ranks pretty high on the list of favorites. He swallows, mentally shaking himself. He wants to respond to Ed’s texts, but he’s on a date and that would be rude. He’s already pushing the boundary of politeness by just reading Ed’s messages instead of ignoring him for a change.
Another ding. Another selfie: Ed’s pulled the mirror closer to the bed, climbed up onto it and is kneeling up onto the bed. In just Roy’s hoodie. His head is tilted, his gaze dropped toward the phone like he’s trying to figure out how to compose this selfie. Roy’s bigger than Ed and he wears his clothing big, so it always dwarfs Ed’s body whenever Ed wears Roy’s clothing, so Roy can’t see anything below the hoodie’s hem.
It doesn’t stop him from wondering if Ed’s already half hard just from wearing Roy’s clothes, or the selfie he’s sent. It doesn’t stop him from swallowing, feeling his mouth water at the thought.
Ed: wish you were here
‘That makes two of us’, Roy wants to text back, but Colette’s paused in her storytelling, giving him a confused look.
“Is everything okay?” She asks, her voice a mix of confusion and concerned. “Do you need to go?”
“My roommate’s bored,” Roy lies, putting his phone on vibrate and hitting the power button so the screen goes dark. “Sorry. I don’t have anywhere I need to be but right here with you.”
His phone vibrates with another couple of text messages, each sent within moments of the last.
Ed: your hands are bigger than mine
Ed: I miss your fingers
Ed: fuck I love your fingers
The waiter comes to take their dishes, replacing them with their entrees: Roy’s steak and Colette’s pasta dish. He ignores the next couple of times his phone vibrates, telling Colette about his week as he cuts his steak. But then his curiosity gets the better of him. Ed doesn’t take selfies, he doesn’t take nudes, and he certainly doesn’t send Roy dirty texts.
Ed: thinking about your fingers inside me
Ed: my fingers aren’t quite the same
These two text messages are accompanied by a voice message. Roy gets the feeling he doesn’t want to listen to it at the table, doesn’t want other people to hear Ed the way only he does.
“If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ve had too much wine.” Roy lies, pushing himself to his feet.
“Oh, that’s okay.” Colette smiles up at him, and it makes him feel bad that he’s lying to her.
There’s thankfully no one in the men’s restroom when Roy gets there, and he locks himself in one of the stalls before going back into Ed’s texts. A video was sent during the time Roy had been walking to the bathroom.
Roy’s fucked.
He takes a deep breath, scrolling up to the voice message and hitting play.
Ed’s voice, made tinny by the phone, comes out of the speaker with a breathy moan of Roy’s name. If Roy were to guess, judging by the sound, Ed’s got the phone lying next to him.
“Thinking about you,” Ed whimpers into the phone, and Roy can hear squelching sounds that his imagination thinks might be the sound of Ed fucking himself on his fingers. “Thinking about how you take your time fucking me on your fingers.” His words devolve into a gasp. “Fuck, Roy, I want your cock inside me, but you’re not here.”
The voice message ends there and Roy scrolls down to the video. The thumbnail is of Ed kneeling on the bed again, still in just the hoodie, but he’s got it pulled up to his chest, the hem tucked under to keep it in place. His cock is flush against his stomach, hard and clearly leaking. He’s holding the phone with one hand, and has the other covering one eye, with his fingers carding into his bangs, his middle and ring finger to either side of the antler breaching through his bangs. Roy already knew he was fucked, but he thinks he might die in this bathroom if he hits play.
He hits play anyway.
Ed’s moan at the start of the video is loud in the bathroom. The hand that was carding through his bangs drops to between his legs and he shifts his hips as he adjusts whatever toy he’s pleasuring himself with. The video isn’t long, only about a minute of Ed fucking himself on the toy with breathy, needy moans for Roy.
Why is Roy on a date with someone else when Ed’s at home?
He knows that even if he leaves right now, Ed will already have at least one orgasm down by the time Roy gets home. But Roy wants to make sure Ed gets more than just that tonight.
He’s unlocking the stall when another text message pops up.
Ed: come home, this isn’t enough
This text message is accompanied by another picture: Ed’s hand wrapped around the base of one of their dildos, half buried in his ass.
Roy: I’ll be home soon
Roy: You look so good for me
Roy: wait for me
He beelines back to the table, flagging the waiter down as he goes. “Can I get two more steak dinners and that chocolate cake on the dessert menu as well as a to-go box?” He asks the waiter as the man comes over to the table. “And whatever my date wants for dessert. And the bill.”
“Is everything okay?” Colette asks, her face worried.
He feels bad for bailing on her after she’d agreed to a date, and while normally, he’d suggest a raincheck, the fact he’s cutting the date short because Ed sent him nudes makes him think he might take the advice Riza’s been trying to make him take for ages.
“I’m in love with my roommate and I’d rather be spending tonight with him,” Roy tells her honestly. It’s the first time he’s said it aloud and it feels so freeing, he’s surprised he’s never said it out loud before. “This has been nice, but I don’t think a second date’s going to happen.”
Colette blinks at him, clearly taken aback, but then she smiles a bit ruefully at him. “I hope it works out with your roommate then.”
“I do too.” Roy smiles back, paying the bill and waiting for his food by the front desk. Colette’s a pretty woman, he doubts she’ll be alone for long tonight if she wants to be.
The restaurant is not truly that far from The Stag and the apartment, and Roy’s glad that he’d made the decision to have the date there and not somewhere else. It means that it doesn’t take him nearly as long to get home and up the stairs to the apartment. He unlocks the door, glances briefly at the runes glowing blue on his way in as a force of habit, and steps into the living room. He can hear Ed moaning in the bedroom and, with a brief stop in the kitchen to leave the food on the stove, he beelines there.
Ed’s lying on the bed, still in the hoodie, with his legs spread wide and still trying to fuck himself on the dildo. Roy doesn’t see Ed’s phone anywhere, but that doesn’t matter; all that matters is that Ed’s spread out for him, fucking himself on the dildo, with his head thrown back, his antlers just barely scraping against the headboard.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Roy greets him, moving toward the bed, slipping the blazer off as he crosses the room. “I thought I told you to wait.”
Ed rolls his head a fraction to one side to watch Roy’s approach, his eyes dark with lust as his hips jerk up from a twist of the dildo. “Didn’t want to.” He catches his lower lip between his teeth, swallowing a moan. “And I didn’t know where your date was, so I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait.”
“Have you gotten yourself off yet then?” Roy watches as Ed’s hips rock up again, his heels digging into the bedcovers. He wants to crawl on the bed, take the toy out of Ed and slam into him instead, but he also wants to tease Ed the way Ed’s been teasing him on his date. He was expecting it, considering he’d had to wait for the food he’d brought home to be ready and the walk home, but Ed gives a little shake of his head.
“Not. Not yet,” Ed moans, his lust hazy gaze falling on Roy again, those amber eyes following Roy’s fingers on the buttons of his shirt. “Can’t get the right angle and your cock is so much better.”
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Roy asks, knowing it’s rhetorical even as it’s leaving his lips because Ed does know what he does to Roy, with every fiber of his being, even if he doesn’t know how Roy really feels about it. The shirt falls to the floor and he toes off his boots as well before crawling up on the bed. He wraps his fingers over Ed’s on the base of the dildo, giving it a little twist and making Ed moan. “Those selfies you sent me, Ed, and the audio and video clips.” He pulls the toy out a couple inches before pushing it back in at the angle he knows Ed’s been trying to search for; Ed’s back bows when he arches up off the bed. “Makes me want to take some of my own of you.”
“You- ahh – you came home, so you can take all the pics you want.” Ed whimpers, the fingers of his free hand twisting in the sheets as he spreads his legs more. “Just tell me how you want me.”
“In all ways, sweetheart.” It comes out before Roy can stop himself, and even though he’d intended to tell Ed his feelings tonight, the words still give Roy pause. It’s not a bad pause; the words feel nice, even though they’re new out loud. He adjusts himself against the bed, pulling the toy out and setting it to one side with one hand while pulling his phone out of his back pocket with the other. He takes a picture of Ed, sprawled out on the bed in his hoodie, half fucked out, his dick still flushed and hard and standing proudly against his abdomen, his hole looking used, and his antlers on full display.
There’s a part of him that wants to make this his home screen, be the image he sees every time he looks at his phone. But even if Ed were fine with it, this is something for his eyes only; Ed like this is only for Roy.
“C’mere,” Roy says, patting his thigh. “Hands and knees, with that gorgeous ass in the air.”
Ed does as ordered, the air around him rippling as his glamor drops back in place and his antlers disappearing. He licks his lips as his fingers find the fly of Roy’s jeans, unzipping them and pulling out Roy’s cock.
“That’s not what I asked,” Roy bites back a moan as Ed lowers himself onto his forearms, ducking his head down to take Roy into his mouth. He’s certainly not going to complain; the adjustment curves Ed’s spine up in a way that Roy can’t help but take a picture of.
“It’s not,” Ed responds after a moment, Roy’s cock sliding out of his mouth with a little pop. He wraps a hand around the base of it, giving it a slow pull. “But it’s what I wanted.”
He looks up at Roy briefly, mouth opening so Roy can watch as he slides his tongue along the underside of Roy’s cock before he takes the head into his mouth. Ed runs his thumb along the vein on the underside of Roy’s cock, from his lips down to the base, and Roy has to bite back another moan. It only encourages Ed to take more of his cock into his mouth.
“Besides,” Ed goes on when he comes back up for air. “I had a head start.”
“You were teasing me on my date,” Roy scolds without heat, glancing around in the bedsheets. He finds the lube and Ed’s phone, both half tucked under the pillow, and sets Ed’s phone down on the nightstand. “You’ve never interfered with my dates before.”
His answer is a hum around his cock, followed by Ed pulling off again. “I wanted you home because I missed the person I love.” His golden gaze flicks from Roy’s cock up to his face. There’s a flush to it that Roy isn’t sure if it’s the lust or the words that just came from Ed’s mouth. He’s not even sure his mind’s working to process those words, nevermind the knowledge that Riza’d been right about Ed returning Roy’s feelings. “Fuck me already, Roy.”
“As my god and the source of my eternal devotion commands,” Roy whispers fervently as he gets his jeans off the rest of the way, Ed moving just enough away that he can manage it. When Ed starts to move forward to climb into Roy’s lap, Roy brings a hand up to stop him. “No, I wanna do it where you can see yourself in the mirror. Like in that one video you sent me.”
Even though it’s definitely not the first time they’ve fucked in front of a mirror, where one of them can watch how they look while the other’s fucking them, Ed’s cheeks pink at the mention of the video. But he doesn’t say anything, just reaches up for the hair tie holding Roy’s long hair back in the ponytail he’d slicked it in for his date, sliding the tie around his wrist as he gets into the requested position.
Roy moves to cover him, and is just about to push in when his eyes land on the dildo. He meets Ed’s gaze in the mirror as he picks it up; Ed’s expression is curious, trying to figure out where Roy’s mind is going. Earlier wasn’t new because they’ve used toys before, but…. “You said this wasn’t enough.” Roy presses the toy against Ed’s entrance; Ed catches his lower lip between his teeth, muffling a moan as he blinks at Roy in the mirror. “I wonder if you could take both.”
“What-“ Ed begins, the word breaking into a low moan as Roy pushes the toy back inside of him. “Roy. That’s not….”
Roy presses a kiss to Ed’s shoulder, grabbing the lube and pouring a generous amount on his fingers. “It’s not what you wanted, I know.” He says soothingly as he presses a finger against Ed’s entrance, working it in around the toy. Roy’s not small by any means, and the toy is only slightly smaller than Roy’s cock is; Ed’s healing ability would mean between the two of them, he’d be okay sometime tomorrow afternoon. He works a second finger in, watching as Ed’s eyes widen like it’s occurred to Ed what Roy’s thinking.
“Fuck,” Ed breathes out, his fingers twisting in the sheets as he spreads his legs wider. His head dips as Roy adds a third finger; Ed’s still tight around Roy’s fingers with the toy inside and Roy knows he’s not going to last long doing this. “C’mon already. I need you.”
Roy nearly hesitates before saying, “I need you too.” He’s used to not saying it out loud, at least not where Ed can hear him. There’s nothing to follow that up with, really, so he reaches for the toy to pull it out. Ed whimpers at the loss, watching Roy in the mirror as Roy moves into position behind him. He holds the toy against his cock, lining both of them up with Ed’s hole and presses in while keeping his eyes locked with Ed’s in the mirror.
Ed’s eyes close briefly at the initial push, blinking them back open after a moment. He’d already looked nearly fucked out before, but he looks closer to it now. And fuck, he’s tighter than Roy thought he’d be. It’s almost agony to go slow, inch by inch, until he’s bottomed out along with the toy.
“Are you okay?” Roy presses a kiss against Ed’s shoulder again, watching as both pain and pleasure flicker across Ed’s face as he’s filled up fuller than he has in the past. He’s going to have to move at some point, knows he wouldn’t last long when he does. But Ed’s more important.
“I love you.” Ed’s chin drops toward his chest, his gaze dropping from Roy’s in the mirror as he tries to adjust between the toy and Roy’s cock both inside him. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” He says it like a mantra, like a prayer. Like Roy is Ed’s god and not the reverse. “Please.” The word is a broken, begging sound, coupled with the way Ed’s fingers are twisting in the sheets like he might vibrate out of his skin if Roy doesn’t move.
So Roy does. It’s harder than he’d thought to move along with a toy, but he manages to pull nearly out before pushing back in. He’s not going to get the depth Ed usually wants, or fuck Ed like he usually does. Judging by the moan that falls from Ed’s lips, though, Ed doesn’t have a complaint.
Roy had guessed that he would only get a few thrusts before coming, but he’s only managed a couple thrusts before Ed’s falling apart under him. It’s enough to send him over the edge after him, gasping against Ed’s shoulder.
He has just enough presence of mind to pull out along with the toy, setting it to one side. As soon as he’s out of Ed, Ed’s collapsing to the bed like the only thing that had kept him on his hands and knees had been Roy inside of him.
Roy runs a hand down Ed’s back, smiling at the contented, fucked out sound Ed makes at the motion. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Peachy.” Ed answers sleepily. He doesn’t protest as Roy moves him around so they can cuddle in the non-wet spot of the bed, his cheek pillowed against Roy’s chest. In fact, Roy’s more than halfway convinced Ed must’ve fallen asleep at some point when Ed whispers, “Love you.”
Roy presses a kiss to the top of Ed’s head, happy in a way he didn’t think possible. “I love you too.”
He reaches for his phone, getting a selfie with Ed all sleepy and fucked out. That one becomes his home screen.
“I’ve got steak in the fridge for later.” Roy says as he reaches to put his phone on the nightstand next to Ed’s, but he’s not sure if Ed’s heard him, because as soon as he looks down at Ed’s face, Ed has fallen fast asleep, a contented smile on his face.