Hi! I just Realllly wanted to make Ed and Roy cuddle so i made this. I might add more to this story later, but for now it's just a one-shot.I did want to make a story that was right before 'If I Came' so that's what this might turn into. Over time.

Have fun, and i hope you like it. Please review! I need criticism, constructive or not

-Alex

You know that tingling warm feeling you get when your crush looks at you.

Then the buzzing that comes when they are close to you. The explosive excitement that comes when they admit that they like you too. Because you never thought a grown man with a successful career and a bright future would even glance at such a giant failure as...

And then finally the feeling of utter happiness and bliss when they do your favorite thing with you. Even though it is a stupid to be that happy about something so simple.

Because you know that they actually care enough about you to take the time out of their life to do something for you. Even if they like it too. Even if they don't know that it is your favorite thing.

Well Don't tell Roy.

Actually don't tell anyone because it's embarrassing, but...one of my favorite things to do is falling asleep in Roy's arms after sex. Or just anytime at all, but especially after sex. After sex because he was more tired and likely to hold me closer without really thinking about it.

The sex is good and all. Hot and wet and needy. With practiced movements on Roy's part and always leaving me in a trembling incoherent mess when it's done, but this is better.

I wouldn't call it snugging exactly. I definitely do not snuggle with anyone. I am an almost legally adult...fully grown young man, and I do not snuggle with other men. I just...lay extremely close to one. Only one. Because he is perfect, and he is mine.

Not that I really care if it would be called snuggling. Laying here with my face burred in Roy's naked warm chest, his arms wrapped around my back and face nuzzling into my hair, legs entangled. His chest expands gently every few seconds and his heat thumps against my head, a gentle thrum to guide me through life. I can't really bring myself to care about anything.

The image of Roy looming above me is still fresh in my mind. Mouth open, eyes closed, bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. Much like my own. Skin flushed, and panting. Face twisted in an expression of perfect erotic pleasure.

I feel like nothing can hurt me right now. Nothing is wrong. Like I'm floating off somewhere far away from all of my problems. Somewhere warm and comfortably firm muscled. Somewhere that smells vaguely of sex and the way Roy smells that I can't describe because its simply too wonderful for words. Somewhere perfect. Somewhere where I don't have to protect anyone. Where I am the one being protected.

Some of that could be the exhaustion that comes after having sex (Especially for so long as we had just done) But I don't really care about that either. If I'm not thinking clearly, who cares. At liest I can enjoy it.

I know that tomorrow I will have to go back to work. I know that both Roy and I will go about our day pretending that this never happened and commencing in our usual yelling at one another. Hawkeye will threaten to shoot Roy when he doesn't do his stupid paperwork. Alphonse will urge me to calm down and go do whatever we were supposed to be doing. Live will go on. Because it is a secret. Because our relationship is considered wrong. The only reason that Alphonse knows is because he walked in on us kissing. Thank goodness that we were only kissing. We have to hide this from everyone else. It's a consent struggle in the office.

But for now I will let Roy's gentle breathing pull me into a peaceful sleep.

It's not snuggling.

It's cuddling.

There is a difference.

Isn't that nice. :-) So cute! So...tell me what you thought, and if you want me to continue.