If Roy Was A Dragon Ed Would Slay Him (But Not With A Sword) ^_^ Enjoy! --- “I don't know what to do.” Ed's voice in the middle of the night and for a moment Roy was still caught in the dream, almost laughed because Ed very clearly did – and then realised he was sitting up, had the phone in his hand, was listening into the receiver. Oh. “Are you alright?” A harsh sound that could have been a burst of static or Ed covering his mouth while he hacked up a sob. “N-no, you bastard, fuck, didn't you spend however long fuckin' tellin' me I wasn't? Just – nothing, never mind, fuck you –” “Ed!” It was too late and too early for this, not because Roy wasn't used to phone calls in the night that signalled potential-to-impending disaster, but because half his mind (more than half, the only part that wasn't was the part still holding the phone to his ear) was still lingering where it had been on Ed before Ed had called and spoken and sounded cracked right through. “Wait, I'm sorry, I was” fucking you “asleep. Are you – where are you? What happened?” Silence, not even the sound of Ed's breaths crinkling over the line (like the rustle of sheets pressed close against his ear) and for a moment Roy thought Ed hadn't even hung up, had just dropped the phone and let it swing there with Roy on the other end. And Roy was waking up, now, could realise that Ed had called him in the middle of the night sounding like he'd cracked right through – But then there was a quiet, “Fuck,” over the line, barely a breath of sound – and the relief crashed through Roy so hard he had to fight not to gasp.“Fuck. Nothing happened, okay? I just – I – I don't know what to do. That's it, that's my 'I don't'. Equivalent exchange. I didn't mean to – yeah. So, that's it. Okay. Bye.” “Ed!” God, too late too early too ever for this – “Wait. Please?” Sullen lack of static, but not the pointed beep of the dial tone, at least. Roy took a breath – let it out again. And, fuck, yes, he had to agree with Ed on that one, because his body was still shivery and tight with unsatisfied tension and he couldn't get rid of it (oh god, don't think of coming with Ed's voice right there, don't, don't), and it clearly wasn't fading on its own because now he could feel his pulse everywhere and fuck what kind of man was he that he couldn't drag his mind away from the image of Ed naked and open and wanting even when Ed had called him in the middle of the night sounding cracked right through–? Fuck. “Where are you?” His voice was steady, at least, calm and controlled and nothing like he was caught on the image of Ed's eyes dark with lust. “What? I'm on the phone, obviously, did you think I was standing there talking to you? God, how the hell do you even dress yourself in the morning?” Roy had to hold the phone away from his mouth so Ed couldn't hear the sharp, desperate breath he sucked in between his teeth. There was nothing in Ed's tone besides derision, if one overlooked the lingering distress that he was trying to cover, so there was no reason for that to sound as suggestive as it did. Knowing that didn't really help. “You're at home, then?” Roy asked when he could speak, and Ed said, “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I'm in my room, why?” And Roy was going to kill him – if he'd been in the room, Roy would have killed him (except if he was in Roy's bedroom in the middle of the night he wouldn't be there making oblivious innuendos because it's damn hard to be oblivious when someone's got your cock in their mouth and you're writhing naked on the bed beneath them). It wasn't even unfair, because, as Ed (always) said, equivalent exchange, and hadn't Roy left enough people pining after him that this didn't even require creative interpretation to recognise as his penance...? But, no, Roy had never been so blatantly (cruelly) oblivious; maybe he'd dated with no intention of taking it any further and maybe he'd had a tendency to lead people on, but he'd never – never – been unaware of the affect he had on them, and he'd always been careful not to let it get too far. He'd never done this, burrowed inside someone's ribs like he had every right to be there and then left, not even noticing he'd stuffed their heart in with the rest of his books and underwear and goddamn leather pants. “I just wanted to know you were safe, Ed.” Roy said, slumping back into his pillows in resignation. It was the middle of the night, his body was still throbbing with heat, he had to be up for work in – three hours, but Ed had called him in the middle of the night, and however he tried to hide it, Roy could hear the tense tremor running beneath his voice like a fault line. So. “And I'm already awake, so you might as well talk to me. I'm quite happy to listen, as it were.”
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