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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      DC_-_Fandom, DCU, DCU_-_Comicverse, Superbuddies, Green_Lantern_(Comic)
  Relationship:
      Guy/Tora, Guy_Gardner/Tora_Olafsdotter, Guy_Gardner/Beatriz_da_Costa,
      Guy/Bea, Guy_Gardner/Mary_Marvel
  Additional Tags:
      Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-06-09 Words: 400
****** Just Like That ******
by Ladytalon
Summary
     No matter how hard he tries not to, all he can think about is her.
His fingers slide beneath the waistband of his boxers, shoving the material
down. Guy's erection arches up against his palm and he strokes himself roughly,
trying to assuage his need without thinking too much about it.
Scenes from the porn tape he's just watched vie for dominance in his head
against images of little Mary Marvel's short skirt, the way Bea's chest bounces
whenever she's trying to lunge at him to deliver the coup de grace, and the
hookers who keep eyeing him whenever he's downtown late at night pretending
that he's not trying to work up the courage to pay for one.
They flicker back and forth with blinding speed against his tightly closed
eyelids and Guy snaps his wrist frantically, trying to get off just this once
without falling back on the only thing that seems to do it for him these days.
"Like this? Is this right?"
Her voice fills his ears, and Guy fights against the guilty, grief-tinged swell
of desire he feels in response to thinking about the only thing he's loved that
has ever bothered to return the favor. Closing his eyes even tighter doesn't
help– all he can see behind them is Tora kneeling in front of him; curious,
embarrassed, and fascinated all at once as she touches him. "Like this? Is this
right?"
"It ain't gonna break, baby." Tora's white hair nearly turns pink, she's
blushing so hard.
All the nerves in his body are tingling as he gasps and heaves, stroking faster
and harder until the blankets are shifting in response to the violent motion of
his fist. Almost…
Tora looks up at him, then back down again. Her face is the reddest he's ever
seen it, but he's too excited to laugh.
Almost…
Guy pauses to spit in his palm before 'her' lips touch his heated flesh; his
hips buck uncontrollably as he comes, choking on the sob trying to force its
way out of his throat.
Falling back against the mattress, Guy catches his breath before sitting up to
wipe the mess off by sliding his hand over the bottom sheet. He rips it from
the mattress, flinging the damp bundle across the room angrily.
He swallows hard, trying to pretend that the moisture he feels trickling down
his face is just sweat.
"Like this? Is this right?"
"It's just perfect," Guy whispers to the ceiling. "Just like that."
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were half-drunk already. And it was definitely very against
protocol to be drinking in their uniforms like this, definitely. They were
being bad, very bad. And Roy was very ready to be very bad, too.
“Definitely, Colonel… On the edge of our seats waiting for you! Anyway, Fuery’s
been eyeing that brunette over there,” Havoc took a swig from his mug and
nodded towards what appeared to be a dance floor. Roy let his gaze follow the
man’s nod, licking his lips. All that he could make out were a bunch of young
bodies pressed together; laughing drunkenly, having the time of their lives,
probably. Oh, to be young and carefree again. To actually enjoy being in a
crowd like that again. Not something that the Colonel could say that he missed,
exactly. He clicked his tongue against his teeth absentmindedly and wondered
how they even had the room to breathe in that mess.
“Oh yes… that brunette over there… Got it,” the Colonel deadpanned with a
smirk, gaze moving back to his co-worker. There were probably twenty ‘brunette
girls’ over where Havoc had nodded towards, pressed close together and flush up
against one another on the dance floor in their little clusters.
“Yeah!” Fuery responded a bit too enthusiastically. He took another gulp from
his beer, the epitome of liquid courage as he then said, “I’m going to go ask
her to dance. Wish me luck, boys.”
Breda chuckled, eyebrow perked as the man spun around to face them from where
he’d been ordering another drink and chatting up the bartender. “Isn’t she a
little young for you?”
But Fuery was already up and on his way, a drunken swagger to his step as he
started to meander his way through the crowd. Roy let out a laugh along with
Breda as the two knocked elbows, wriggling his eyebrows playfully and after
getting the attention of the bartender ordered himself a beer. Ah yes, there
would quite a deal of catching up to partake in on his end.
“There he goes, there he goes…” Havoc gave the others a play-by-play, watching
Fuery make his move intently, leaning forward on his barstool for a better
view. It would’ve been cruel if only it weren’t so damn funny, and Roy found
himself tapping gloved fingertips against the bar counter, awaiting the arrival
of his drink so he could hurry up and watch the entertainment for himself.
“And… and… ooooh,” Havoc continued, ever the savior, “She looks like she’s
kinda into it. Yeah, yeah! She’s, y’know, actually talking to him. She’s
smiling a little. She’s really a looker, a total looker. He’s... did he just
pat her arm? He’s actin’ kinda funny. How many beers did he even have? Oh. Oh.
What the hell is – what the hell is he doing?! Why is he waving his arms like
that? Now she’s.. she doesn’t look happy. Uhhhh. She’s very not happy. She just
turned around, and she’s walking.. in the opposite direction. Okay, she turned
and walked away. Now he’s just standing there. …Try, and... fail. Miserable
fail. Don’t even look. That one was painful to watch, boys.”
Roy followed Havoc’s gaze in amusement to get a view, because god, wouldn’t
that be rich – but Fuery had already disappeared into the crowd somehow.
Clapping a hand on Havoc’s back, the Colonel shook his head, taking a swig of
his drink before promptly placing it down once more.
“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll keep a look out for him, maybe try to raise
his defeated spirits a bit,” Roy grinned. “Do not. Drink. My. Beer,” he added
in afterthought over his shoulder, giving them both the eye. There would be
some hell to pay if the Colonel returned to an empty glass. They were at least
tipsy, and he knew how his co-workers got when they were tipsy.
This bar wasn’t Roy’s usual type of place, but it was the new spot in town and
the rest of the men had all wanted to try it out. And who could blame them,
really? It was bustling with energy, filled to the brim with excitement, or so
it seemed. Roy tended to enjoy bars that had more of an… shall he say, older
crowd. ... Sophisticated? Maybe sophisticated was more the word. A
sophisticated crowd. Not that he was into MILFS or anything like that (well,
maybe if they were really attractive, he didn’t necessarily have a preference
when it came to beautiful women), but everyone in this crowd seemed to be in
their early twenties or younger. He felt sort of like a creep just walking by
these girls, slithering over each other in some of the tiniest skirts known to
man – some of them looked barely legal. And some of the men who were nearly on
top of them certainly did seem like the creepy kind. As Roy made his way
through the throngs of people, he attempted to locate the bathroom, keeping an
eye out for Fuery and noticing that it seemed to be only the females that were
young; all of the males in the place were older. Well, that was a little
unsettling. Was he considered part of the ‘old man’ crowd at this place too?
Lovely.
That’s when he saw him.
At first glance, you would think he was almost one of these young girls, the
prey of an older horny man who was looking for a piece of ass. And Roy was
beginning to think that yes, he was just seeing things - this wasn't Edward, of
course not.
But that blonde hair was unmistakable.
What the hell was Edward doing here?
Edward Elric stood there in all his glory, clad in possibly the tightest black
pants Roy had ever seen, along with his usual tank top. Familiar small upturned
nose, flushed cheeks. Gone was the usual telltale braid, however. His hair was
actually down (for once!), and fell across his shoulders and back like a golden
halo.
What was a sixteen-year-old doing in a skeevy bar? Edward was MUCH too young to
be in a place like this, Roy thought to himself in disbelief. How the hell did
he even get in here! Suddenly forgetting entirely about his need to use the
toilet, out of instinct Roy instantly began to make his way over toward the
boy. The Colonel pushed his way through bodies, eyes on Ed, intent on getting
the boy the hell outta there as quickly as humanly possible. But then he saw
something that made him stop.
Ed wasn’t alone.
In fact, there was a larger someone leaning down over Ed, handing him a drink.
This someone had his hand on Ed’s lower back, and Roy watched as this someone
leaned down to pull Ed closer, so that their hips were nearly touching.
This someone was a man.
Roy stood there in shock. What was happening here? And how had he managed to
run into this, of all things, during his after-dinner drinks?! Here he was,
standing here and not really knowing what to do, or if Ed was even okay with
this VERY much older man putting his hands on the boy. The Colonel cleared his
throat although his eyes stayed glued to the scene before him. Okay, maybe he
was seeing things. Having hallucinations? Conjuring up images in his mind?
Surely, this could not be real. Was he really getting that old? Senile, even?
God help him.
Blinking, Roy realized that the sight before him looked much, much too real. Ed
looked flushed, his hair slightly askew, and he looked sort of embarrassed,
like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His big eyes just looked up at the
unknown older man curiously; young, innocent. Wanting, possibly. This was an
expression that Roy himself had never seen on the boy before. Could Ed actually
want that, want the man’s touch? Roy stood still, glued to his spot as a
million thoughts raced through his mind. That’s when the older man put his hand
even lower, and squeezed Ed’s ass.
The moments after that were a blur.
It came in fragments. Roy remembered grabbing the shoulder of the man
(vaguely), and not very gently, and Ed shouting something in the background. He
also remembered shoving the man rather roughly to the ground (not one of his
finest moments, lets hope no one saw that one), yelling something along the
lines of “THIS IS A MINOR GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM”, taking Ed by the shoulder
and wasting no more time in swiftly dragging him out of the bar.
“What the HELL was that for!” the boy huffed once outside, breaking away from
Roy’s clutch and rubbing his shoulder as if he’d been burned. A scalding burn,
even. The corners of Roy’s mouth twitched. It had been a bit of a hustle to
even get him out of the damn place, the scene now behind them both, everything
having happened in a whirlwind. “You hurt my shoulder! You fucking bastard!”
Roy looked incredulously at the boy, furious. “FullMetal, I do not believe that
you are old enough to be in a place like this!” he glanced back towards the
door. “How did you even get in there?” he asked through gritted teeth, gloved
hands clenched at his sides as he tried his best to make sense of whatever the
hell he had just witnessed.
Edward narrowed his eyes at the Colonel and nearly bared his teeth as he took a
stumbling step backward from Roy. “Since when are you my fucking mom, huh?!”
The elder of the two took a deep, even breath, trying to calm himself. Think
calm thoughts, Roy. Think calm thoughts. Don’t overreact. Even though he’s a
demonic little blonde shithead most of the time, he’s still only a boy. Be
calm. Handle this rationally. Easier said than done. But he found himself
saying, “Well you do work for me, FullMetal.” He was impressed at the tone of
his own voice given the circumstances.
The color seemed to drain from Ed’s face just then, and his shoulders fell to a
slack. Suddenly he looked every bit the child that he was – although only in
age, really – awkwardly standing there in front of Roy, unsure of how to
respond. The funny thing about Edward Elric was that despite his little
outbursts and his lack of height, the boy had gone through much more than most
adults would in their entire lifetime. And he (most of the time) had a higher
intelligence than all other adults in a room put together (a genius, really).
Roy (usually) did not forget that.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Ed got out, not sounding like himself, looking up into
Roy’s face with somewhat of a pleading expression. And this, oh, this – this
was a change indeed. Edward Elric, actually pleading with Colonel Roy Mustang?
This had to be a first. The boy’s hands were still bunched into little fists
despite his expression, and Roy could tell that Ed’s emotions were still a mix
of embarrassment and anger, riding on a fine line. And of course, even in his
state of disbelief at finding Edward Elric dancing in a bar with a man – a man
much too old for him, at that – the Colonel could appreciate the fact that
Edward was probably feeling incredibly embarrassed and very.. confused.
Especially at his age.
Roy sighed and shook his head at the boy. “Go home, Edward. I better never see
you out here a—”
“Hey!” came a shout suddenly from somewhere behind him, “There you are! Who the
fuck do you think you are, pal?” the gruff voice made Roy spin around and
protectively push Ed back behind him without thinking twice about the action.
Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with this guy? It was the very man who had been
practically MOLESTING Ed in the bar, and he looked very, very angry. Roy stood
his ground between the two, making sure to block Ed from the older man and
using his own body as a shield, a prickle of anger shooting down his spine.
“Excuse me?” Roy questioned, doing his best to keep his voice level and meeting
the man’s eyes dead center. This guy had some fucking nerve, and once again Roy
had to tell himself to keep his cool. At least for the moment. What an oxymoron
given he dealt with heat. “He isn’t interested. And I would highly advise you
to leave him alone.”
This seemed to light a spark, angering the man even further and he took a step
towards Roy, eyes flashing darkly in a combination of pure rage and something
else entirely – alcohol influenced, that much was certain. Roy cursed the fact
that he’d arrived to the bar so damn late. How did he know that he hadn’t
missed something else before he’d arrived? What else had this man done to
Edward? How else had this man touched Edward? “And who are YOU to tell me who
the fuck I can touch, you military shithead?! Gimme back the boy, we were
busy,” he gruffed out.
And those words put the worst images in Roy’s mind, and really, did this man
have a fucking death wish?
“Do you realize that this boy you were so very inappropriately touching is only
a teenager? And do you realize who you are speaking to? I suggest you go back
inside and never lay another finger on this boy again, or you will sincerely
regret it,” Roy said back warningly, low and even.
Something in the air shifted a bit, as if the man standing so menacingly before
him had a realization. The tone must have held some convincing authority, as
the stranger didn’t seem to think this was much of an argument worth fighting
anymore; and just like that, the quickly ignited spark seemed to distinguish.
Pausing for a moment, the man held Roy’s gaze; his eyes flickered briefly over
Roy’s shoulder as if looking for Edward, which only had Roy clenching and
unclenching his hands. The man, still heaving, rolled his eyes before promptly
spitting at Roy’s feet. “Fine, you can have him, I hope you have a guhREAT lay
tonight, asswipe,” and with that he turned and made his way back into the bar.
Well, that turned out a bit easier than Roy had been expecting. Slightly.
Roy hadn’t realized how hard he had been breathing until the man left, and he
spun back to face the blonde boy. “Come with me,” he commanded, turning on his
heel and fully expecting Edward to follow.
~
Edward was mumbling something to himself as he fell into step after Roy. The
Colonel couldn’t exactly make out what the boy was saying, instead choosing not
to question it as he led Ed to his shiny black military car, stopping there
simply with the words “Get in.”
Ed furrowed his brow but did as he was commanded, shutting the car too a little
too loudly.
As Roy got in the car Ed risked a glance at him before promptly turning to look
directly out the passenger window, the back of his head to Roy. Roy couldn’t
help but admire the boy’s hair for a moment, and maybe he’d never realized how
truly ... pretty it really was. God, what the hell was he saying? He’d just
found the boy nearly getting raped, for fuck’s sake! This was certainly not the
time to be admiring whatever Edward Elric had growing out of his head.
“You’re lucky I ran into you when I did,” Roy suddenly breathed, turning to the
smaller boy as he shut the door behind him.
Ed stayed silent, still next to him, and god, was tonight just a night of
firsts? Not only had Ed pleaded with Roy of all people, but now the boy was
actually staying quiet! It was a miracle, truly. Except for that it was also
very, very irritating, especially when Roy had just practically saved his ass.
Imagine it – Edward Elric being silent, irritating. It was another complete
oxymoron to Roy’s mind.
“Well, aren’t you going to say something? Or are you going to sit there and
sulk because I pulled you away from that creep?” Roy questioned, the tone of
impatience slight in his voice although there was something else there as well.
Curiosity, worry – he didn’t know what it was, to be quite honest. All Roy knew
was that he really, really did not like the sight that he had just so
unfortunately encountered.
“I want to go home,” Ed finally said, simply but quietly, voice a little off.
Hoarse. When Roy said nothing, the boy finally whipped toward him, eyes
flashing at the Colonel and blonde hair mussed. “Did you not hear me, you royal
bastard?! Take me home!”
Setting his jaw, Roy eyed him, not yet starting the car. “You know, a simple
thank you would have sufficed.”
This, in particular, set Ed off. “Are you – are you serious!” the boy
sputtered, leaning forward slightly across the passenger seat as if he couldn’t
contain himself from practically jumping at Roy. “You had no business doing
that! None! Just – just – I didn’t expect to see you here! You won’t.. You
won’t tell anyone. Right? I just – I don’t know how it happened, okay? It’s not
that I’m gay, or anything. I just .. you know, heard about this place, some of
the others at the dorms were talking about it and then Al mentioned it to me.
And I knew I couldn’t take Al, I knew I couldn’t, and just.. out of nowhere, I
had the urge to do something normal, okay? Something that a normal person my
age does! And I thought that maybe I could just sneak in, just check it out..
and then that – that guy, he sort of. Uh. He grabbed me, when I was going to
the bathroom, okay? He told me I was like – beautiful, or something stupid, and
tried to kiss me a little and grab me or whatever. That’s all that happened,
okay?! I didn’t even want it really, it all happened so quick and took me by
surprise and then you were there out of nowhere and – Look, I didn’t need your
help! I could have handled it myself. I would have been fine,” Edward finally
finished his ramble and half-apology, going quiet and slumping back in his seat
as he dropped golden hues to his hands. One flesh, one automail.
There was silence for a moment, the Colonel replaying the scenario in his mind,
gloved hands clenching slightly in his lap before, “I know you didn’t need my
help, FullMetal. And I know you don’t need my protection.”
“Can you just call me Ed,” the huff came. “We’re sitting outside a bar and you
just saw some perv grope my ass, for fuck’s sake. I think you can call me Ed.”
The request had Roy’s eyebrows lifting, pressing his lips together as he
attempted to make sense of whatever the hell was happening here. His mind
strayed briefly to the mug of beer inside with his name on it, wondering if the
fools he considered friends had decided yet that he’d been gone long enough to
have a go at it.
“You know, I was about to enjoy a perfectly good night until I ran into you
getting groped up in plain sight,” Roy’s words were cool, another sigh escaping
the man as he gave into the fact that he was going to have to leave that
delicious, full glass of beer to drive this confused, irritating, pretty
teenager back to his dorm.
When had he begun regularly referring to Edward in his mind as pretty?
“You bastard!” the endless ball of energy beside him spat, suddenly throwing
open the door of the car and escaping in an instant. Roy cursed to himself,
throwing open his own door, feeling very much like the parent scolding his
teenage son in this situation. And he had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t
have kids.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Roy’s voice rang out, shutting the
vehicle’s door and taking two strides around the front of the car where Edward
had been attempting to escape, although the boy didn’t seem to be trying to get
much further away. His blonde hair whipped around him in the night’s wind as Ed
spun in place to face the Colonel, cheeks still flushed and eyes wild.
“You’re not my mom! Or my dad! Or any of them! Or have you forgotten?! I don’t
need your nose sticking into my business even when we’re not at work! I don’t
.. I don’t – Colonel – ” the boy’s words faltered as Roy stepped closer,
suddenly crowding Edward up against the hood of the sleek black car; god, this
boy was stubborn. Stubborn, impatient, feisty – these were all the words that
described Edward Elric, and Roy should have known that nothing would ever be
easy with Ed. Nothing.
“You’re being very difficult, FullMetal,” Roy murmured, and Edward lifted his
hands up as if to say what are you doing as the Colonel finally had the boy
backed up all the way, the backs of Ed’s legs hitting the cool metal of the
car. “I know you didn’t want him touching you,” came the words finally, low and
quiet, Roy’s expression unreadable before the Colonel finally turned and
stepped away.
Edward’s hands pressed against the hood of the car, bracing himself against it
for a moment, his breathing coming out raggedly before he pushed himself up.
“You’re right,” he finally said breathlessly, looking away and thumbing his own
palms. “I didn’t. So, uh – thank you, for that, or .. Whatever. Thanks. Just go
back in there and enjoy your night or whatever it was I interfered with, you
bastard,” the words had no bite to them, Edward chewing at the inside of his
cheek as he’d finally surrendered to admit that he was actually thankful for
the little show Roy had put on in there with separating the two. “I’ll figure
out a way home.”
Roy would’ve have marveled at the sudden maturity coming from the elder Elric
boy, if only he wasn’t suddenly very torn about what to do in his current
situation. Nodding, the Colonel made to turn on his heel to re-enter the bar –
he’d done his good deed for the evening, right? No need to keep worrying about
it, right? Time to go back in, kick back, relax and have a nice cold one...
Just like he’d been intending to all along...
“Get back in the car, FullMetal,” Roy’s feet took him the opposite direction
than he actually desired to go, finding himself yanking open the driver’s side
door once more and sliding in without another word.
Edward seemed to hesitate, lingering on the edge of a decision; Roy started up
the engine, waiting patiently and figuring that hey, his drink was probably
gone by now, anyway. Not to mention he hadn’t exactly been enjoying that damn
bar in the first place, right? He sighed to himself, one hand curling around
the steering wheel, the corners of his mouth quirking upward just slightly as
he heard the passenger door finally open once more. Ah, sweet, sweet victory.
The victories always tasted that much sweeter than it involved a certain
Fullmetal alchemist.
The ride was quiet; Roy found that it was peaceful, in a way, after the ruckus
that had just occurred behind them. Edward was a silent vision of blonde in the
seat beside him, and as Roy had only his thoughts to keep him company for the
moment, he couldn’t help the one that flickered through his mind – that Edward
was very attractive. Of course, he’d always known this.. or at least, had
always been aware. Yes, the boy’s good looks were evident; and it was a wonder
that Edward didn’t see them himself, which Roy had a suspicious feeling that he
didn’t. Under that hard exterior, those feisty words and witty comebacks – Roy
had a hunch that this boy had absolutely no clue how breathtakingly beautiful
he was. That he was surprised at the idea of a stranger in a bar wanting to hit
on him, finding him attractive.
When had Roy begun to refer to Edward as beautiful? Breathtaking?
The older of the two cleared his throat, rounding a corner, fingertips moving
the wheel smoothly before the next words startled him from his thoughts.
“Can we – I mean, is it ... is it alright if we just go back to your place? I
sort of – uh ... I dunno if I can face Al right now, I just. He’ll be able to
tell that something happened and – I don’t wanna tell him. I don’t want him to
worry,” the mumble was of a bravado attempting to sound much more sure than it
was relayed. “I mean, it’s not like I actually want to go back to your bachelor
pad, it’s probably like.. Messy and gross but,” the look of hopefulness the
came Roy’s way had the Colonel’s eyebrows rising just slightly, letting his
gaze move over to Edward before returning to look straight ahead. But he didn’t
question it any further.
“Of course,” came Roy’s response, his tone softer than it had been earlier, and
Edward seemed to relax into the seat at that, pleased with himself. The rest of
the ride was again silent.
~
End Notes
     slight disclaimer: i wrote this years ago and just found it again,
     but since i've just recently started to post my writing, i decided i
     liked it enough to include it here. so if its a little rusty, that's
     why. :) probably going to continue this!
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