Fullmetal Alchemist - Kimbly/Archer - #6 Night, and the Loves of...
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Kimbly/Archer
Author: For-Chan
Artist: Daeva
Theme: #6 Night, and the Loves of...
Warnings: NC-17 for yaoi, masturbation, explicit imagery
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Night, and the Loves of Men
Archer sat on the couch listening to the news on the radio. At least, he was pretending to listen to the news. He was more focused on the sound of the shower in the bedroom than he was on the tinny voice relating the stock market prices for the day. He heard the squeak of the knobs being turned. He listened carefully to the slap of water on the porcelain as Kimblee wrung out his hair. Over the sound of the radio, through the thin walls, he was completely aware of Kimblee shuffling around, brushing his teeth, opening the door and walking through his bedroom and out into the living room.
In the doorway, Kimblee appeared dressed in a pair of boxers and an undershirt with a towel slung over his shoulder. He was still damp and even from the couch Archer could smell the clean scent of soap and mint toothpaste. Kimblee walked towards him and Archer forced his attention back to the radio. To him, it had become nothing more than white noise as his senses stayed focused elsewhere.
Kimblee sunk into the couch. "The bathroom's all yours now."
Archer nodded. "I'm going to bed."
Kimblee looked over at him. "So soon?" Usually they finished listening to the news together. Then they would talk for a while before Archer finally left for the bedroom and Kimblee spent the night on the couch. It was a temporary situation until they got Kimblee his own apartment, but for now it was working out. Well, it worked out for a while, but now that they had settled in, Archer was becoming more and more aware of his attraction to the alchemist. Tonight, just the thought of Kimblee naked in his shower was too much for Archer. Rather than embarrass himself with some stupid lovesick behavior, he decided that it was best to turn in for the night.
"Yes, I'm just feeling a little more tired than usual." Archer said as he got up.
"Well, I guess we can't deprive you of your beauty sleep then. See you tomorrow." Kimblee began to towel dry his hair.
"Good night." He walked into his bedroom, closing the door quietly. The scent of soap was even stronger in here. Archer sighed as he went into the bathroom, going through his own nightly routine. He changed into his standard t-shirt and boxers and crawled into bed. Before, he had liked how much space he had in his bed. It was much larger than the standard military cots he'd been stuck on in the dorms. These days, the bed seemed to be just a little too large and a little too empty. He growled in frustration as he tugged at the sheets, trying to get just right in the bed.
He could hear the radio still droning in the other room. He wondered what Kimblee was doing without his usual company and conversation. It was frustrating to just think of the man. It brought up so many feelings that he didn't want to examine, but they wouldn't stop haunting him. One was especially persistent. Desire. He desired Kimblee. He wanted him. Needed him. But he wasn't like that. He didn't like men. He'd never really been interested in anyone before, man or woman, but he felt obsessed with the alchemist. He thought about him all too often. It was if his mind was stuck in a rut. He didn't know how to get out.
Just thinking about him now made other parts of him respond eagerly. He groaned in frustration. Kimblee fresh from the shower had been arousing. Continual thoughts of the man made his erection persist. Ignoring it did not help. It was not something that would simply go away. In the end, all he could do was give in. Laying out on his back, he kicked the sheets out of the way and pushed down his boxers. Closing his eyes, he began to stroke himself slowly, trying his hardest not to think of Kimblee. His hands went through the familiar motions, but he felt unsatisfied. He didn't want his hands, he wanted another pair. As soon as that thought entered his head, he imagined Kimblee's tattooed palms closing around his erection and groaned. It still wasn't exactly what he was looking for, but somehow it just felt better.
Imagining Kimblee's hands made him think about his face and what it would feel like to kiss him. He thought about the rest of his body and how it would feel pressed against his. The thought of him naked, laying skin to skin only served to arouse Archer further. He tried to keep his voice down as he panted, thrusting up into his palms, but seeing someone else's. He didn't want the man in the other room to know what he was doing or thinking. Knowing that he was so close, but so far only made him ache all the more. He was surprised when the other man's name passed through his lips like a moan, soft and needy.
He was even more surprised by the gasp at the doorway that didn't come from his mouth. His eyes flew up to see Kimblee standing just inside the room, staring. Realizing that he was caught, Kimblee looked away. "Shit! Sorry. I just needed to get my hairbrush."
Horrified, Archer grabbed for the sheets, trying to pull them over himself as fast as possible. He blushed, his skin burning with humiliation. He couldn't think of a thing to say, and even if he had, his throat felt too tight to let the sound out.
Kimblee turned, glancing back at Archer.
"Just get it and go," Archer said in a choked voice.
Kimblee shook his head. "I don't want it now," he said, approaching the bed.
"What?"Archer couldn't be sure of what he heard over the sound of the blood pounding in his ears.
"I don't want to go. I can't leave you here to have all the fun." Kimblee grinned as he began peeling the sheet off of Archer's body.
"What are you doing?"Archer gasped, clutching the sheets tightly in his fists.
"Trying to get a better look." Kimblee tugged at the sheet.
Archer tugged back. "Just get your brush and get out!"
"No. I've given you your time and your space. Haven't you gotten over your inhibitions yet? I've been celibate for a long time. I don't know how much longer I can wait for you." Kimblee gave up on the sheets, instead reaching out and stroking Archer's erection through the material.
"Ah! S-stop that!" He pushed at Kimblee's hands.
Kimblee captured Archer's wrists, pushing them back down on the bed. "No." Archer squirmed and Kimblee squeezed his wrists. "Look, you want me and I want you, so whatever hangups you have about this, forget them. Too many things can go wrong in life for you to waste time worrying about stupid things like being gay or if it's appropriate or whatever other useless thoughts are running through your head. You want this. I want this. So let's do it and get some pleasure out of it. We can worry about the other shit when we're dead."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Archer insisted. It sounded weak in his own ears. By the look on Kimblee's face, he didn't believe a word of it. "I don't like men."
"You don't have to if you don't want to. You only have to like me.You can be gay, straight, bi, or whatever else you want as long as you swing my way," Kimblee said as he leaned closer. Archer watched with wide eyes as Kimblee pressed a possessive kiss to his lips. He was so caught up in the kiss, he didn't realize that Kimblee released his hands until he had pulled the sheet away, leaving him exposed. Archer tried to move away, but Kimblee grabbed his shoulders, holding him in place as he crawled up on the bed. "Too late to escape now baby."
"This isn't. We shouldn't." Archer looked up at him desperately.
"Shh." Kimblee kissed him again. "Don't think about it. Just feel it." He ran his hand down Archer's arm, raising goosebumps as the pale skin shivered at the warm touch. "Don't resist, just relax. Don't worry, let me take care of everything."`
It was tempting and as Kimblee ran his hands over Archer's body, he found that he couldn't resist. He did relax under the touch. He easily moved for Kimblee to remove his shirt and finish stripping his boxers off his legs, leaving him naked under the man's gaze. He watched, entranced, as Kimblee pulled off his own damp shirt and boxers that were beginning to tent. He swallowed to quench his dry throat at the sight of Kimblee's erection standing at attention. Then Kimblee was stretching out, laying down and pressing against him. Archer moaned.
"That's right. Feel me." Kimblee grinned as he slowly rubbed against Archer. His skin was hot and still slightly damp. He rubbed his cheek against Archer's, smooth, freshly shaved skin slid over his. Lips came into play, tracing over the features of his face, leaving small kisses behind. Kimblee's hand slid up his chest, toying lightly with his nipple. Archer moaned softly. Kimblee's hand moved down, wrapping lightly around Archer's erection and stroking slowly. Archer's moan was louder as he pushed up into Kimblee's palm.
"Is this what you wanted?" Kimblee asked, nibbling at Archer's ear. He ran his fingers playfully up and down his flesh before stroking again.
Archer swallowed hard. "Yes," he said in a raspy voice.
"Well, there's plenty more to come. We're just getting started." Kimblee moved away, crawling down Archer's body. Archer watched, frozen as Kimblee opened his mouth and began licking his erection. The tickle of his breath over the wet trails he left behind made Archer's balls tighten. From a fantasy about Kimblee's hands, the situation had escalated out of Archer's control. His thoughts were quickly splintering as Kimblee's tongue teased him. The soft wet sounds, coupled with Kimblee's quiet murmurs kept him firmly focused on the man's every move. As his thoughts faded into incoherency, he decided that his imagination simply couldn't compete with reality.
Finally, Kimblee swallowed him, sucking and bobbing his head slowly as he held Archer's thighs apart. Archer's mind blanked out at the foreign sensation. It was a lot better than hands, that was certain. Hot, wet, and slick, Kimblee tortured him with his tongue and Archer was very vocal about it. Kimblee lifted his head and grinned. Archer pushed his hips up, seeking the warmth that had left him, but Kimblee nipped at the tip very gently. Archer gasped as he drew back. Kimblee chuckled as his fingers danced down Archer's thighs, brushing down the crease of his ass. Archer tensed, staring at Kimblee apprehensively.
"Don't worry," Kimblee said, as he left off, moving up Archer's body again. "I don't intend to do that. Tonight anyway. That will take more time than I have patience for."
"What's that mean?" Archer asked suspiciously.
Kimblee straddled Archer's waist, settling there, his ass pushed against Archer's erection. "You've never been with a man before." Kimblee stated as he rubbed against Archer. "It involves a bit of preparation, a little loosening up. And since you're an uptight bastard, that will take more time than I care to waste right now."
Archer had a vague idea of the mechanics and blushed at the mere notion. He knew that a cock could fit up an ass, but he always imagined it to be a painful and messy ordeal. He'd never stopped to think that surely there was something pleasurable about it if people actually did it and even enjoyed it. And then there was Kimblee, perched on his hips, rubbing against him like an animal in heat as he explained the mechanics behind gay sex.. He didn't have much time to contemplate the theory as he was completely swallowed by the realities of gay sex. Kimblee had shifted, moving up and holding Archer's cock in place as he slowly sat back on it. A strange choked sound escaped Archer's throat as Kimblee's body took him in.
"Nice and tight aren't I? I haven't gotten any in a while. You'll have to forgive my enthusiasm," Kimblee commented as he settled onto Archer. "I figured you wouldn't know what the hell you were doing, so I took the liberty of preparing myself in the shower. I've been doing it for a week now." Archer's eyes were glued to Kimblee. He watched, entranced as Kimblee rose, sliding up his cock and down again. Archer groaned again.
"Just think, instead of being frustrated in here, you could have been getting a piece of me all week. All you had to do was ask." Archer wondered how Kimblee could continue to speak when all he could do was moan incoherently at the sensations the other man was providing. Kimblee had settled into a rhythm. Slide down. Settle. Clench. Pull up. Each variation in that rhythm caused a hitch in Archer's breathing. He wasn't the only one affected by it. Kimblee's words had tapered off as he lost himself to the movements.
As Kimblee moved, Archer felt the need to do something as well. His hand drifted up to touch Kimblee's ass, feeling the play of muscles as the other man moved. "Mmm, you can thrust if you want," Kimblee panted. "Thrust up when I slide down." Archer nodded, doing as he was told on Kimblee's next slide. Kimblee moaned, his back arching. "Perfect," he purred. "Just keep that up." His hands drifted to his erection and he began stroking himself. The sight made Archer thrust harder. Kimblee smiled at him. Loose strands of his damp hair were sticking to his face. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his body and slide down. The picture that he made as he rode Archer was positively sinful.
Archer had to close his eyes. His hands fell, clenching at the sheets at Kimblee continued to move. It was too much. He had gone from denying his desire completely, to fantasizing about Kimblee's hand, to being buried balls deep into him in such a short span, his mind was having trouble accepting it all. His body was certainly enjoying it as the thrusts became faster and more desperate, but his mind was reeling.
"Don't close your eyes." Kimblee clenched around him. "Watch me."
Archer's eyes snapped open as Kimblee sped up. He watched as the man so wantonly displayed himself, stroking and moaning as he rose and fell. His golden eyes held Archer's, pinning him down. Archer could feel Kimblee's movements becoming frantic. Their thrusts became irregular. Kimblee's focus shifted from Archer's eyes to his own cock as he stroked and thrust into his hand. Suddenly, Kimblee tensed, panting harshly, as he came. Warm stripes of semen laced Archer's chest and he couldn't help but feel claimed. As Kimblee clenched around him in orgasm, he felt lost. He felt close. He pushed his hips up, reaching desperately for the same kind of release. It was then that Kimblee resumed his movements.
It only took a few thrusts. Kimblee easily drew him to the brink. Archer found himself almost screaming as he finally came, his hips pushing up frantically. All of the built up tension left him as he finally came. He was left floating in a haze of satisfaction. Kimblee's weight settled on him and Archer sighed. He wasn't light, but the weight, the sweaty, sticky warmth of him, was delicious. He lifted arms that felt like lead to wrap them around Kimblee's back, holding him. He opened his eyes to see Kimblee grinning down at him.
"That was fun, but next time I'll require a little more participation," Kimblee purred as he pressed his lips to Archer's.
Various responses came to mind, but Archer discarded them all in favor of devouring Kimblee's mouth.
THE END