For hime1999 and kalita Alfons Heiderich and Edward Elric's 33 theme.
Because my life would be very boring without these two feeding my frenzy...
Theme: 10- Rocket
Pairing: HeiEd (Hyde)
Summary: The cockpit was small, yes, but they could fit with Edward's naked body propped up lazily in Alphonse's lap, as the taller boy ran his fingers through his lover's long, silky hair. "It didn't fall..." he remarked. Ed shifted in his arms...
"It's done." Ed beamed. "Our rocket is done!"
And it was, after years of grueling work, sleepless nights, and having restarted three times. He, Alphonse Heiderich, had finally completed a real, live, and (hopefully) fully functional rocket. With the help of his research partner and lover, Edward Elric, who was gloating over the rocket and all of its glory.
Alphonse couldn't help but smile as he watched Ed rant on and on about how big this was. Now their research could go farther. Now Alphonse could show something to the nearby university, and now Edward's hope of going home had been reborn.
The young man's happiness was radiant. Al had to suppress the urge to grab him into a bear hug and kiss him hard.
Ed suddenly turned to him, showing him a white, toothy smile, and said, "Hey, Al, let's make this rocket really ours."
Alphonse blinked in confusion, wondering what his lover may have been up to, but as Ed took his hand, he couldn't help but be dragged up to their ship.
The rocket was big, huge even. They had needed a ladder to reach the cockpit, which was small and cramped, in the same style as that of a car. If the rocket had been laid on its side, one could have just sat in one of the chairs in the cockpit and pretended to drive through space. The cockpit looked even smaller when Alphonse had finally made it up the ladder, stumbling to keep up with Ed. It had one seat behind another, two steering wheels set in place, and not much room for anyone's feet. Even someone as small as Ed.
"What are you up to Ed?" Al sighed, looking at the blond. Ed turned and met Alphonse with his lips, standing on his tippy-toes, and leaning his face to the side to gain access. Alphonse made a muffled sound before leaning into the kiss and bending down so that it would be easier for Ed.
Edward's tongue entered his mouth, probing and creasing every inch of it. Alphonse moaned and didn't notice Ed's body had begun to move, directing Alphonse backwards until the taller blond bumped into the side of the cockpit and stumbled in. The room didn't leave much space for him to fall, so while his butt was cushioned by the padded seats, his long legs hung over one side, and he still bumped his head on the opposite side!
Al groaned, and his head ached for a moment, before he looked up at Ed, who grinned down at him before stepping in carefully. There was barely enough room for him to straddle his tall lover.
It finally kicked in to Alphonse, what Ed had meant, and he couldn't stop his lips from curving into a smile. "There's no room here," he stated.
Ed grunted. "Sure there is, we'll just have to be creative," he answered, starting to undo his vest.
The were a number of other reasons why they shouldn't do it there, on the rocket, of all places! People passing by might hear them, they didn't have lube, the ship might fall apart at all the movement. But Alphonse didn't bring any of those up. Instead, he lost himself when Ed leaned in to kiss him again. Ed began to undo Al's pants, and once the young man's cock was free, he pumped it.
Al sucked in a deep breath, and watched Ed do his jump. It didn't take long for him to get hard, and then Ed brought the body part into his mouth. Alphonse gasped, "Ugh...Ed..." He could feel Ed's tongue making little circles around the head of his cock. He licked his lips. "Ed..." he tried again, fisting his hands in Ed's blond locks.
Ed looked up, taking the hard member out of his mouth. "What?" he breathed.
Alphonse shook his head from side to side as all the heat that had risen in his body disappeared. "How-How are we going to do this?" he asked finally.
Ed laughed. "Why you wanna know?" Al gave him a blank look, and then Ed ordered, "Turn over." He scooted back as far as he could and Alphonse did as instructed. The tall man found it would be easier if he could bend over, tucking his head between his arms, and thrust his butt in the air. Now his whole body (curled in a tight little ball) fit in the cockpit. He just hoped Ed had enough room.
He heard Ed's pants fall to the ground, with a clank from his belt, and then his lovers warm body was pressed against his. "This might hurt at first, since we have no lube." Alphonse's head bobbed up and down in acknowledgment, before Ed pushed his member into the boy's ass.
Alphonse hissed a little, until Ed started thrusting. Slow at first, then gaining speed. Alphonse's mind went blank for a moment, until he noticed he was breathing hard, gasping almost, and a loud slapping sound was heard (which came from Ed's balls smacking against his butt with every thrust). Noises of pleasure made their way through his throat. He gulped down some saliva, so breathing would be easier, and licked his dry lips.
The pleasure and heat was building up, for both of them, and making Ed eager to come.
He did, and Alphonse followed soon after, screaming out his lover's name in the heat of the moment and not caring who heard, or if the rocket crashed beneath them. In fact, the thought that they may have been caught by some unknown stranger, or remembering what they were doing and where they were doing it, turned Alphonse on even more. He was hard again, the instant Ed pulled out.
Edward grinned, hugging his arms around Alphonse's waist and petting the young man's member gently. "Want to go again?" He chuckled.
The cockpit was small, yes, but they could fit with Edward's naked body propped up lazily in Alphonse's lap, as the taller boy ran his fingers through his lover's long, silky hair. "It didn't fall..." he remarked. Ed shifted in his arms.
"You thought it would?" Ed snorted. "Honestly, Alphonse, have a little faith." The remark almost made Alphonse chuckle, and it did manage to make him crack a smile. You, too, Edward. Have faith that you'll get home. He buried his face in the small of Ed's back.
Our ship... He thought happily, We've built it from scrap, made memories with this ship, made love here. It will always be ourship.
"Hey, what are you two doing up there?" came a voice from below. Alphonse groaned, and sank into the chair. It was the landlady, Grace. He should have known that since the rocket hadn't collapsed, being caught was bound to happen.
Edit: My Beta changed the way I spelled Alfons to Alphonse :sigh: and I'm just to lazy to fix it...