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Ed was far from happy bout the way this mission was going. For starters, he was paired with one Roy Mustang. This should have been his first clue that this mission was going to go to shit. His next clue should have come when the front door creaked open and the man that they were stealing documents from came home early. However, both Ed and Roy were too busy fighting to notice this crucial detail. It wasn’t until they heard heavy footsteps approach the room that they were in that they realized their mistake.
In a panic, Mustang pulls Ed into a nearby closet filled with boxes. Ed was about to protest but was quickly stopped by a hand on his mouth. Mustang quickly situates them with Ed’s back pressed up against his front in the cramped space. Just in the nick of time, he is able to close the door before a man walks in.
After assessing the situation, Ed harshly pulls the older man’s hand off of his mouth. A shiver is quickly sent over his spine as warm breath ghosts over his ear. “Stay quiet, Fullmetal.”
Ed is hardly in a position to argue no matter how much he might want to.
They both wait as quietly as possible while the man outside shuffles through a few things and finally sits down at the desk. Ed had hoped that this would be a quick stop for the man so that he and Mustang could grab what they came for and leave as quickly as possible. Sadly, they had no such luck. It looked like the man intended to stay for a while.
After about two hours of waiting, Ed grew tired of standing. He tried to reposition himself to be a tad more comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as he could be pressed against his C.O. in a tiny closet.
Ed was shortly halted in his attempt to get comfortable by two hands on his hips and a whispered command from Mustang. “Stop moving around.”
Ed gave out a tiny huff and was about to whisper shout back when he felt something hard pressed against his back. He tried to turn around to find the source of the feeling but the movement made him freeze. Whatever was pressing against him had to be attached to Mustang and the slight shift that he made gave him a much better idea of what it could be. Looking at Mustang, he refused to meet Ed’s eyes. Ed swore that in the dim light, he could see a deep blush spread across Mustang’s face.
That was Mustang’s hard dick pressed against him. The realization made him flush. Ok. They were both men. This didn’t need to be a big deal. The fact that Ed wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and worship that cock with his mouth didn’t change anything. Deep breaths Ed, deep breaths.
Luckily for both men, the man outside got up and left after another 10 minutes. Those were the longest 10 minutes of Ed’s life but at least they were over now.
Ed and Mustang exited the closet, got what they came for, and left the building.