Morning Write Up: Study
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twilight_lamentTitle: Study
Canon: FMA - Academy Days
Characters: Maes Hughes & Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Length: ~500
Summary: Logic also could not prevent the warm irritation that gathered in the pit of his stomach every time Hughes slung a too heavy arm over Roy's shoulders.
Disclaimer: Yes we all know that I don't own FMA.
Most would never suspect that underneath the jovial attitude, competitive spirit, and lackadaisical attitude, was a studious individual. Never exuding the aura of bookworm, few ever saw Maes Hughes curled up with a history book, pencil thrumming on the side, as he easily memorized and analyzed details from battles fought long before he was born. Roy viewed the scene often from over the edge of his alchemy books.
One could call it scientific curiosity; Roy had long ago admitted to himself that scientific curiosity was not the reason he watched Maes Hughes study (or do anything else). The man who had been so damn annoying the beginning became his best friend and that best friend had become something more. Or more accurately, it had on Roy's end. His attraction (already strong and still growing) was not something Maes Hughes would ever know.
It was too damn embarrassing, and facing rejection held no appeal either. This was Hughes: nice guy, easy smiles, affectionate, and day dreamed about pretty girls. The traits Hughes saw in the women he admired did not seem to be traits that Roy shared. Hence that lead to one inevitable conclusion, even if Hughes would date a guy (evidence to this was at best inconclusive), Hughes would not date Roy. Hence the only logical (and safe) thing to do was to say nothing, do nothing, allow nothing to be discovered.
What logic failed to govern was the inevitable sweep of Roy's eyes over the spine of his book to watch as Hughes sucked his lower lip between his teeth, strummed his pencil faster, and muttered softly under his breath a moment later. Logic also could not prevent the warm irritation that gathered in the pit of his stomach every time Hughes slung a too heavy arm over Roy's shoulders. Logic failed miserably when Hughes, after Roy said something particularly arrogant, tackled him to the ground and tickled him until Roy surrendered (damn Hughes anyway for being taller and broader). Luck and quick thinking had prevented Hughes from knowing on the couple of occasions when Roy had slipped up. Hughes wasn't the only one who could come up with a battle plan.
What confused Roy to no end was that normally he felt no hesitation when attraction reared its head and directed his eyes to a particular person of interest. Words came easy to him, flirting natural, and the rest - well a gentleman never tells. It wasn't that these things wouldn't be easy with Hughes - the man was handsome, well built, intelligent, and Roy had considered more than once what it would be like to kiss him. So if he wasn't nervous what was it? Sure there might be rejection and that would suck, but really that had never stopped him before.
Hughes looked up and flashed Roy one of those carefree smiles right before he stretched, turned on his stomach and went back to it.
"You about ready to get lunch, Roy?" The pencil stopped tapping, but Hughes did not look away from the book. The curve of his body formed one graceful line in contrast to the ground and Roy though (not for the first time) that it wasn't right that man did not realize just how hot he looked - stretched out and relaxed.
Maes Hughes just might the cheerful, oblivious death of him.
Part of morning writing routine. Not thoroughly pleased with this. I couldn't quite get my thoughts to go in the same direction. It's up for revision or cutting.
Canon: FMA - Academy Days
Characters: Maes Hughes & Roy Mustang
Rating: PG
Length: ~500
Summary: Logic also could not prevent the warm irritation that gathered in the pit of his stomach every time Hughes slung a too heavy arm over Roy's shoulders.
Disclaimer: Yes we all know that I don't own FMA.
Most would never suspect that underneath the jovial attitude, competitive spirit, and lackadaisical attitude, was a studious individual. Never exuding the aura of bookworm, few ever saw Maes Hughes curled up with a history book, pencil thrumming on the side, as he easily memorized and analyzed details from battles fought long before he was born. Roy viewed the scene often from over the edge of his alchemy books.
One could call it scientific curiosity; Roy had long ago admitted to himself that scientific curiosity was not the reason he watched Maes Hughes study (or do anything else). The man who had been so damn annoying the beginning became his best friend and that best friend had become something more. Or more accurately, it had on Roy's end. His attraction (already strong and still growing) was not something Maes Hughes would ever know.
It was too damn embarrassing, and facing rejection held no appeal either. This was Hughes: nice guy, easy smiles, affectionate, and day dreamed about pretty girls. The traits Hughes saw in the women he admired did not seem to be traits that Roy shared. Hence that lead to one inevitable conclusion, even if Hughes would date a guy (evidence to this was at best inconclusive), Hughes would not date Roy. Hence the only logical (and safe) thing to do was to say nothing, do nothing, allow nothing to be discovered.
What logic failed to govern was the inevitable sweep of Roy's eyes over the spine of his book to watch as Hughes sucked his lower lip between his teeth, strummed his pencil faster, and muttered softly under his breath a moment later. Logic also could not prevent the warm irritation that gathered in the pit of his stomach every time Hughes slung a too heavy arm over Roy's shoulders. Logic failed miserably when Hughes, after Roy said something particularly arrogant, tackled him to the ground and tickled him until Roy surrendered (damn Hughes anyway for being taller and broader). Luck and quick thinking had prevented Hughes from knowing on the couple of occasions when Roy had slipped up. Hughes wasn't the only one who could come up with a battle plan.
What confused Roy to no end was that normally he felt no hesitation when attraction reared its head and directed his eyes to a particular person of interest. Words came easy to him, flirting natural, and the rest - well a gentleman never tells. It wasn't that these things wouldn't be easy with Hughes - the man was handsome, well built, intelligent, and Roy had considered more than once what it would be like to kiss him. So if he wasn't nervous what was it? Sure there might be rejection and that would suck, but really that had never stopped him before.
Hughes looked up and flashed Roy one of those carefree smiles right before he stretched, turned on his stomach and went back to it.
"You about ready to get lunch, Roy?" The pencil stopped tapping, but Hughes did not look away from the book. The curve of his body formed one graceful line in contrast to the ground and Roy though (not for the first time) that it wasn't right that man did not realize just how hot he looked - stretched out and relaxed.
Maes Hughes just might the cheerful, oblivious death of him.
Part of morning writing routine. Not thoroughly pleased with this. I couldn't quite get my thoughts to go in the same direction. It's up for revision or cutting.