bromance
Havoc: it's not gay to like wanna date Mustang but as a bro, you know?
Breda: I'm no expert, but that sounds pretty gay.
Hawkeye: I am an expert. That's gay.
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bromance
Havoc: it's not gay to like wanna date Mustang but as a bro, you know?
Breda: I'm no expert, but that sounds pretty gay.
Hawkeye: I am an expert. That's gay.

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9. Our muses have to share a bed for some reason.
It had been far too long since Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc had slept on much more than a blanket on a floor. He and the rest of Mustang’s team had been on the move for a few weeks, trying to get to the bottom of a fraud case in which people took on the identity of military members, attacking comrades for their uniform, ect, and that included a lot of stake outs. They’d had to chase this group of criminals as far as the border of Xing and finally, finally, they had completed their mission. Truthfully, Havoc didn’t even know why the fuhrer had put them to this job, but there wasn’t room to think much on that now with how damn exhausted he was.
Having all checked into a small inn, there were limited rooms and limited beds. Jean had to share the room with his superior, Roy Mustang, which was fine, especially while the rest of the team had already unpacked in their rooms and went off to celebrate. (Breda and Falman would surely get into trouble, dragging in Fuery for the ride, so Hawkeye had gone with them while Mustang decided to catch up on sleep instead.)
Now, as they walked up to the room, they opened the door to what was supposed to be two beds, finding only one. They both looked at each other and typically, this could mean the two bickering over who would get the bed, but they were just too exhausted. Roy closed the door, set down his own things, took off his shirt, boots and pants and crawled into the bed.
“Guess we’re bunking together, Havoc.” He patted the bed, winked jokingly at Jean and then promptly turned his back to the blonde and boy, was Jean happy for that. He knew his superior was only teasing with his wink, but a harsh red spread over the smoker’s cheeks. Quietly, he undressed down to just boxers as well before getting into the bed as well, careful to leave as much space as he could. Not that it was much, for this was definitely a bed made for close lovers..
“ don’t leave ”
Roy waited by the door, his coat in hand. It had been one hell of a night, a lot had happened. His mind was buzzing with all the new information it held. He ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair, sighing. His eyes wandered everywhere in the room except for the blue ones that beaconed for his attention. He knew that after everything that happened that night, he needed to clear his mind. He needed to breathe. His mind flashed to memories of earlier in the night; hesitant lips and wandering hands. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”
“Okay, okay..”A small smile came onto the dark haired mans lips. He shifted only slightly as the other nuzzled into his chest. He gave a sigh of content. It was a autumn evening, and the two were curled up on the couch. Some cliché horror movie was playing on the screen, but none of that mattered to Roy Mustang. The only thing that matter was the blonde man held in his arms.
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I'm in a burning need for a roy/havoc fic
burning as in I WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE AND ADD 2 CAMELS WITH A WIBBLY STRAW burning need.
Roy/Havoc
Alright, you asked for it.
Domesticity Meme
who cooks normally?: Well, that would obviously be Jean. Roy has a tendency to get frustrated and burn things. Although sometimes, they cook together and Jean easily keeps Roy distracted from how long they have to wait for the food to cook. Sometimes longer.
how often do they fight?: Quite a bit actually. You can't put all that cockiness together without having some butting heads. They feel the need to one up each other with their manhood.
what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Daydream about the day when all female personal will have to wear TINY MINI SKIRTS~!
nicknames for each other?: Jean to Roy: Hell yeah-Motherfucker, flamer, douchebag, assbutt, Musty, Lighter.Roy to Jean: Hell yeah-Motherfucker, ashy, slacker, shooter, smokey, asswipe.
who is more likely to pay for dinner?: The two will fight over the check, maybe break a few chairs (a table even) and end up paying for their own meals because they're both too proud to let the other pay.
who steals the covers at night?: Roy complains about how hot it gets and kicks the covers off the bed. Jean ends up snatching them all up and keeping himself warm.
what would they get each other for gifts?: Jean would get Roy a gag gift like a lighter. Roy doesn't do gifts, his presence is gift enough.
who kissed who first?: Jean kissed Roy first.The anticipation was killing him. He's had a crush on the Colonel since they met. But with the ranks, Jean didn't dare go against the rules . Plus, you never tell someone you like them, that just makes you look like an idiot. So, one drunk night at the bar, Jean stole his chance.
who made the first move?: After that drunk night at the bar, Roy dropped hints left and right for Jean, eventually locking the two of them in the break room (keeping everyone else out). Roy made the first move. Checkmate.
who remembers things?: They both remember things but pretend like they don't. They don't like to make a big deal of their relationship in public.
who started the relationship?: Well, that's to be debated. Some say Jean, the one who got his mack on with the Colonel at the bar. Others say it was Roy, the one who blocked out the world for some bliss in the break room.
who cusses more?: Definitely Jean. He's a motherfucking potty mouth.
what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Argue, but stick by each other. And once the hurt one is healed, lookout world for a storm of makeup...fondue.