The Bet of the Year - Chapter 15
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jarnsaxaBeta: many hugs for Ca11iope, I´m still amazed how much better the parts are when they return XD
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“Speaking”
‘Thinking’
“Letters, reports etc...and…”
Memories & Flashbacks
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The Bet of the Year
Chapter 15: Death
He was feeling hot. It started when he left Headquarters. The day was actually a little chilly, and in hopes of cooling down, Roy had refused to take a driver. But now he felt like he was burning up. And most of the heat was centered in his groin. He wasn’t surprised.
His dick felt so fucking sensitive, even more so than usual. With each step the Colonel could feel his underwear rubbing on it. Up until now Roy had experienced some hardening in relation to chafing, strictly due to the circumstances, but this was much more than that. The general clearly enjoyed the friction, and halfway home Roy found himself almost fully erect, becoming harder with every movement.
Swearing, Roy picked up speed. And suppressed a moan before he slowed down again. Shit. He could not get a full hard on while on a public street. Embarrassed, he realized that he doing exactly that, and the thin, loose cloth of his military trousers was doing next to nothing to conceal it. A sizable bulge was already visible, and considering how his dick was hardening even more with every brush against his underwear no matter how carefully he tried to move, he would have a veritable circus tent sticking out by the time he got to the corner.
Roy took a look around at the people on the street and then back to his . . . problem. And had to correct himself. He already had a good sized tent sticking out. Reaching the horizontal, his dick was pointed straight towards the very nice ass of a woman walking in front of him. Thankfully her back was turned, so Roy quickly removed his jacked and wrapped it casually over his arm, holding it in front of his trousers. Then he attempted to walk again. Unfortunately, holding his jacket in this position applied slightly more pressure to his most sensitive area, and as Roy watched that ass in front of him move, he had a vision of himself lifting that skirt, removing whatever underwear the woman was wearing, pulling out his member and –
Roy forced his gaze away from the arousing sight. Only to have his eyes wander to a pair of breasts across the street. An appreciative twitch of his cock had him again wrenching his eyes away, to settle on the saddle of an approaching bicycle, nestled between a pair of rhythmically pumping thighs, and just above them, some lovely cleavage.
Swallowing hard, he chewed on his lower lip and forced himself to stare at the asphalt in front of him. It didn´t help. He could still feel the increasing traces of promising pleasure coming from his groin with every single step. Risking a glance, he figured he had one more street to go before reaching home. Damn, what a nice piece of … asphalt.
By the time he reached his front door, he had a full hard on. Every time he looked up, his gaze became fixed on something sexual. Wherever he looked, his eyes seemed to meet something erotic, and his dick no longer cared if it was female or male. And the more he tried to avoid it, the more he became aware of how many things could remind you of sex. Telephone poles for example. Or manholes. Fuck. Who the hell named those things anyway?
Putting his hand into the pocket of his trousers to pull out the keys, he had to close his eyes as a slight moan escaped his lips. It took him a few minutes to get his hand out of his pocket without gripping his member. Then the way the key slid into the keyhole nearly caused him to lose it right there.
Stumbling into his home, Roy let the door swing closed and his jacket fall to the floor. He had to take off his boots. Bending over, his trembling hands removed the footwear as his trousers became so very tight, stretching over his erection.
A cold shower. Now.
He was panting heavily halfway up the stairs, his hand gripped the railing. It reminded him of sex. Trying to avoid stroking the railing as he would his cock, he couldn’t resist caressing it once on his way up. Hastily, with trembling legs and a rock solid cock, the Colonel made a quick detour to the bedroom. Gripping a pair of pajama pants, he finally entered the bathroom.
The pants in his hand were quickly placed on the closed lid of the laundry basket. With shaking hands Roy got rid of his shirt, desperate to get his member out of his too tight trousers. Trembling hands fumbled opened his belt and fly and yanked the trousers down along with his underwear.
Fuck. The feeling of the cloth running along his cock… for a moment he lost grip of reality, captured in the pleasurable sensation, and his legs trembled and surrendered. His arms felt like pudding and did little to stop him from falling face down on the floor. He didn´t care about his face being down however. He cared about his stomach being down, trapping his dick against the bath mat. Panting, he tried to force his arms to lift him, but they refused, and once again his cock rubbed against the soft cotton. Suppressing a moan, Roy tried to get the idea of doing that again out of his head. He would not stoop so low as to hump the floor, no matter how good the cloth felt brushing against the underside of his length.
Rug burn, rug burn, rug burn. The internal chant prevented him from thrusting against the mat, and after a few moments, he regained a little strength in his arms. Before his fragile resolve could waver, Roy once again attempted to get up, and managed to lift himself to his knees. He would not crawl on all fours to the shower. Damn it, he was a man, a Colonel, the Flame Alchemist, and he would not crawl.
Standing up as straight as his dick, he walked over to the shower. At least that´s what he would tell himself afterwards. In reality, he did crawl to the shower. Panting, sweating and hard as a rock. And very grateful no one could see him in such a state.
Barely managing to get rid of his socks, he found himself at the bottom of the shower, reaching up to finally find his salvation.
Whimpering as the cold water hit his skin, he could feel his limbs becoming cold. All, except for one.
If anyone ever called him useless in the rain again, he would take off his pants and show them this. Maybe he should just fuck his next enemy until they surrendered. Standing proudly and not the slightest bit bothered by the cold water, the general refused to back down. And with each passing moment, Roy became more and more aware of the feelings the water caused as the drops hit sensitive flesh and travelled down his length. It felt like a caress, and instead of getting rid of his arousal, the water running down his hot member turned him on. Roy found himself remembering all the times he had jerked off or fucked in the shower and whimpered at the hot ache between his legs. He felt like crying.
He needed – to come!- something stronger. Something that would work for sure. Pulling himself up against the tiles, Roy turned off the water and stepped out of the shower stall. Ignoring the towels, he hastily stepped into the pants. But before he pulled the cloth over his dick, he stopped. Remembering the last time he done that in reverse, he simply held his trousers up mid-thigh. Gripping the waistband as he left the bathroom, he tried not to picture how he looked right now, holding his pants half way up, his very hard and very erect penis waving in the air, leading the way.
Silently praying that Hughes or Sue Banks would not take this moment to visit him, he made his way down the stairs. This time, instead of stroking the railing, he was tempted to straddle it, to move his hips against the wood, and if that didn´t help, slide down on his balls in hope of some relief. Banning these disturbing thoughts from his mind, Roy made his way down the stairs. On the last step, he stumbled over the leg of his pajamas, now too long since they were not pulled up properly. He ran face flat and full force into the kitchen door, and this time the pain was overwhelming the pleasure. He noticed a slight dip in the elevation of his member. Maybe he should do that again?
The thought that his rock hard dick might actually drive a hole into the wood crossed his mind. If it did, he would at least have something to slam his cock into. He could grip the edge of the door, press himself against the wood and thrust his hips forward, backwards, forwards again, and again, and - he would not hump his furniture! He might be a dog of the military, but he wouldn’t be reduced to a frustrated horny animal that would relieve itself with anything at hand in absence of a suitable bitch, furniture and stuffed toys included. Besides, he didn’t have any stuffed toys.
Did he?
Fuck, no! What the hell was he thinking? He was not that desperate. He was horny and frustrated, but he was not desperate! He was not an animal. And he would never hear the end of it if Hughes showed up and caught him fucking inanimate objects.
Stumbling into the kitchen with a general that had already recovered from the impact with the door, Roy’s perception had shrunk down to the most important thing: the desire, the arousal, the blatant need he felt. His body moved on its own. His hands opened the freezer and took out the ice. He had to melt it, some tiny, functioning brain cell in the back of his head remembered. Ice water was more effective in conducting the cold than ice alone. But his hands trembled as he placed a bowl into the sink and let the ice cubes fall into it, turning the water on. His dick pressed against the kitchen counter and Roy threw his head back and moaned as the arousal became agonizing torture. Turning off the water, he pushed himself away from the counter. His legs became weak again, and he stumbled against the edge of the table. His hands gripped the wood preventing him from going down again.
And now he needed to wait.
Fuck waiting, he needed to come. Badly. His hand moved away from the wood, in the direction where he needed it the most. Made a stroking motion just inches away from touching himself. He gripped his thighs, hard, trying not to let his finger wander, but they did. Caressing the insides of his thighs, Roy stopped just short of his balls. But he was so far gone he didn´t even know why he was stopping. Not anymore.
He should let the bet fuck itself, since he couldn´t. His cock was hurting so much, he needed to relieve himself. He should have done it sooner. He should have fucked Julia. Then he wouldn’t have had to deal with those damn rumors. Or that innocent little Sergeant Maes had sent to his office. Bent her over his desk. He should have put his hard member between those full lips. He should have done so in the café, replacing those damn cream rolls with his cock and let Ed suck on that.
There was no way Fullmetal didn´t know about the bet, judging from the way he’d eaten that damn pastry. If the little brat thought he could torture him like that, it would have served him right if Roy had given him exactly what he was asking for.
Throwing his head back and moaning, Roy imagined himself gripping that blond hair, directing the alchemist’s head where he needed it. He should have thrust his hips hard and fast, slamming his dick into that vulgar mouth. Giving him all the ‘fucks’ Ed mentioned so frequency. Warm, wet, and so, so good. Roy closed his eyes and let his mind spin an alternative to the events in the café. An alternative where he fucked Ed right on top of that small, square table. Soiling that tacky red and white checkerboard tablecloth. Not caring that it was right in the middle of a busy café at lunchtime. Too frantic to make it back to his place.
But damn, how good the little blond had looked on his couch, sleeping. How easy it would have been to turn him on stomach, pull his trousers down. He would not have been as desperate as he was now, would have rubbed his length against the crack before he would guide his dick to the tight opening, pushing his hot and hard member slowly inside until he was buried balls deep into the blond’s ass. Making Ed moan out loud in that same arousing tone he’d worshipped those fucking cream rolls with.
Lost in his fantasies, Roy wasn’t aware of the movement of his hips, thrusting away from the table. There was nothing touching him but air. The movement alone felt so good as he imagined doing this with Ed beneath him. Fucking him into the cushions of the couch. Roy would show him how wrong he was when he insulted the general. He would make him moan and scream for Roy to give it to him. To give him that big, hard cock.
“Fuck.” Roy gripped the table harder, as he felt himself get closer to relief. The pleasure was so intense, reality no longer in charge, he panted as his hand slid over his balls, up to his throbbing member, and when Roy opened his eyes the slightest crack, he was surprised to find himself starring at the ceiling of his kitchen.
Fuck, no.
Instead of letting his hand give his erection the final stroke he needed so badly to send him over the edge, he pushed himself away from the table. Shaking hands reached for the bowl in his sink. It didn´t matter anymore, whether he touched himself or not, he could feel the orgasm coming. Oh yes!
If he had taken just one second to think, he would not have done it. The moment he felt how freaking cold the water was, he would have stopped. But waiting one second longer would have been too long.
With one smooth motion he poured the water over his lap.
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It took Roy some time to realize that the sound he was hearing was his doorbell. He was down on his knees, sobbing and gripping the general he had just killed. He was sure of it, he had frozen his dick to death and it hurt.
The flesh beneath his hands no longer felt hot and hard, but cold and slack, and painful in an entirely different way from ten minutes before. Whimpering, he rubbed his hands over his member in an attempt to warm it up, reanimate it, but the motion did nothing. How could he have cursed his erection? All he desperately hoped for at the moment was to feel his dick come alive again, afraid he had made himself impotent after all.
The ringing sound was annoying, not letting him mourn the loss of his best friend, his only real friend, in peace.
“Mister Mustang!” He finally recognized the shouting as a neighbor’s voice. Removing his shaking hands from the fallen general, Roy pulled his trousers all the way up before he limped to the door.
The woman in front of him looked shocked, when the door finally opened.
“Mister Mustang! Dear god, what happened to you? I could hear your scream all the way down at the end of the block!”
Should he be offended that she sounded more curious than worried? He didn´t even want to imagine how he looked, bent over, gasping for breath, likely pale as a ghost, and his trousers wet around the lap.
“Slipped in the shower.” His voice was hoarse and the excuse more than lame, but she was lucky to get an answer at all. She was intruding on his mourning for the fallen general, and she could really just go fuck herself. He certainly couldn´t do it. And at the moment he was even desperate enough to do her, if he could only get it up.
But she didn´t look like she would be interested. In fact, it appeared as if she was assessing his mental state. After pouring ice water over his dick so close to orgasm, Roy seriously wondered if he might actually be insane. His poor general!
“Are you… alright….” After taking another look at his state, she corrected herself. “You didn’t injure yourself, didn´t you?” That look again. Yes, definitely questioning his sanity.
“I’m fine.” And now fuck off. Without further ado he slammed the door shut, almost hitting her face. Leaning his back against the wood, he sank down to the floor to rest his head against his knees.
Chapter 15 Part 2
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Date: 2011-03-12 10:48 am (UTC)I have to inform you, it almost killed me getting a review from you XD I absolutely love your fics! I know, I´m one of the nasty bastards who almost never leave a comment ._.
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Date: 2011-08-04 01:49 am (UTC)He ran face flat and full force into the kitchen door, and this time the pain was overwhelming the pleasure. He noticed a slight dip in the elevation of his member. Maybe he should do that again? lol Anything to get your mind of what's going on below, huh?
Poor Roy. He tried something desperate to stop the arousal and thinks he killed the general. I feel for him, but yet I couldn't help chuckling at this piece. Too cute. I just want to hug him.
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