He supported himself against the shower with one metal arm, his forehead resting gently against the cool tiles. With his other hand he was touching himself. Frustrated, aroused, hurt, and touching himself.

It wasn't anything new. It would start with a look. Then he would be standing way to close. Then they would be kissing. Kissing would lead to caressing. Caressing wouldn't lead anywhere.

This time he had tried, tried hard, to change the pattern. Desperate for some sort of relief from the ache in his pants, he had ignored the tell-tale signs that Roy was at his limit for the evening.

So he had put his hand over the quite obvious bulge in the Colonel's own pants and started rub. Right on cue, he felt the body he was currently straddling start to stiffen. Not tonight, the blonde alchemist had thought, determined.

He moved his hands up to the belt and started to undo it. He felt a hand latch onto his wrist, a silent warning to stop. He tried to shake that hand off, if I just push a little bit more. "Please Roy," he said quietly, not intending to have spoken the thought out load, and painfully aware of how desperate he sounded. "I can feel you want it too, so just please."

The younger boy could feel the blush, starting at his cheeks and running down to his neck, and infecting the tips of his ears. He hated begging. He never begged for anything, it was just, damn it, wasn't enough, enough? Hadn't he waited long enough, already?

The grip on his wrist tightened and finally he allowed his hands to still on the belt buckle. Slowly, afraid of what he would see, he looked up into those navy blue eyes. "Why?" he asked the older man, plaintively. Finally, those beautiful blue eyes dropped down, and instead of answering Ed, he lifted the smaller boy off his lap and deposited him on the coach.

That was it. He got up. He walked to the door. "Wait! Roy!" he called out, hoping for one last chance to reason with the confusing man. Without turning, the Flame Alchemist simply responded, "Don't forget to hand that report in tomorrow. 8AM." Just like that he was gone, leaving a very confused Edward Elric on the coach.

And that was why he was here, in the goddamned shower, again. Hurt, confused, angry, frustrated, aroused, and touching himself.

Colonel Roy Mustang, also known as the Flame Alchemist, also know as the Biggest Coward in Central. That was why, once again, he was supporting himself on one arm, in his shower. Frustrated, angry, confused, and touching himself.

It started just like it always did. He would catch Edward's eye while flipping through some reports he was pretending to read. He would then take his time to memorize every last detail of his face, his hair, his clothes, everything.

He got up from his chair and slowly walked over to the coach in his office where Fullmetal was pretending to read a book on alchemy he probably already had memorized.

Eyes the color of honey in sunlight would look up at him over the top of the book, unwilling to make the first move. Funny, that kid always did like to push.

He watched, seemingly helpless to the wants of his own body, as pale fingers reached down to stroke that beautiful, tanned face. He had cupped the boy's face in one hand gently pulled up, so he could see him.

He had leaned down then and the kissing had started. And how wonderful was it to kiss those full and pouty lips. To loosen golden locks from a tight braid and weave his hands in the soft waves.

That would inevitably lead to caressing. Light touches on his back, his sides, his face. A tongue would trace the shell of his ear.

That little firecracker just loved to straddle Roy's waist. He wasn't sure when it happened, because when they were together time and motion bled, but at some point Ed would invariably reverse there positions so that Roy would be sitting on the coach, and Ed would be on top of him.

It wasn't the grinding he minded. Grinding was perfectly acceptable. It was just that his little Edward refused to be content with just grinding.

Sooner or later, tanned fingers would travel down and start rubbing him through his pants. That felt absolutely delicious. That wasn't the problem either.

The problem was that his sunshine-blonde Alchemist with his beautiful honey colored eyes would naturally progress to the older man's belt buckle. It was then that he would tense, and frantically grab for Ed's hands, desperate to get him to stop before it become too late.

Because if the pants came off, then that would naturally progress to sex. And Roy Mustang couldn't have that. Oh, no. Because then Edward would find out… Find out that Roy wasn't… couldn't… anyway, he just couldn't find out.

And that was why, Colonel Roy Mustang, biggest coward in Central, was once again in the goddamned shower. Frustrated, angry, confused, and touching himself.