Dating Roy Mustang was surprisingly easy.

He was kind and considerate, and funny as hell. They had been friends for years but this seemed to add a whole new dynamic to the relationship. They still mostly did the same things, drink beer, bitch about the government, laugh and joke with each other…but now Jean could see the fierce intensity in Roy's eyes. His molten hot desire piercing him through onyx irises left Jean feeling breathless.

They had dinner together almost every night of the week, and Jean could begin to feel the heavy ache of loneliness drift away. They hadn't had sex yet, which was just as well because Jean could hardly fathom that next step. Instead Roy would kiss him, teaching him how to he liked to hear Jean moan into his mouth or tug on his short blonde hair and nip at his neck. It reminded him of being a teenager again, but Jean realized that maybe that was what Roy was shooting for. Jean had never really gotten to experiment sexually as a teenager…so maybe this was Roy's way of letting him explore in a safe but familiar environment.

They both remained professional at work, well as much as they already were. They all still bullshitted each other in the office, Havoc still smoked in the office, Riza still fired warning shots at Roy's head. It was nice, to keep the peace in their safe haven of the military but have a secret time all to themselves. Jean wondered if Roy had told any of the other soldiers. Probably Riza, he figured. But Jean didn't feel inclined to share the news, and the couple had yet to discuss it. Maybe they should…

"Hello! Earth to Havoc!" Breda teased, shouting obnoxiously in his ear.

Jean flinched and batted Breda with a manila folder, "Jesus! Can't you recognize a man deep in thought?!"

"Well, I've been talking to you for the past five minutes and you've been daydreaming. Not even subtly, might I add."

Jean rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Sorry, just a little distracted,"

"Ya, distracted…" Falman interjected skeptically. "Who's the girl this time? You have your 'Romance' face on,"

Jean flushed and felt his stomach sink.

Oh shit…

He snuck a glance over at Roy and saw that he looked pleased. "Ya Jean, who's the girl this time?"

"That's just mean Colonel," Kain whined, "He probably hasn't even asked her out yet, and you're already set to steal her,"

Riza plopped an uncomfortably large stack of papers on Roy's desk before muttering, "He doesn't have time to be stealing dates anyway, with all of this work he's put off…"

"Ha!" Jean cheered, "Guess this one's mine Colonel."

Roy smirked and gave him a secretive wink before attending to the paperwork. Jean flushed and went back to his own work but not before Breda teased him once more, "Dude, why are you blushing?!"

"Shut up, Breda!"

They worked until closing formation and Falman tapped Jean lightly on the back, "Where have you been lately? It's like we never see you anymore,"

"Eh…I've just been busy," Jean replied.

"Okay, seriously," Breda deadpanned. "Who is she, and why haven't we heard about her yet?"

"Nobody!" Jean insisted.

"Oh man, is she hideous?!" Breda shouted, "Is that why you're scared to show her to us?"

"What?!" Jean shrieked, "No!"

"Just tell me the truth," Falman began and Jean felt his heart leap into his throat, "Are you sleeping with Breda's mom?"

"Dude!" Breda shouted, swinging at Falman's head, "You can't go around insulting a man's mother!"

Jean chuckled and felt the air return to his lungs. "You caught me…"

It was Kain who laid a gentle hand on his arm. He had that tender and insightful look in his eyes, "You really like her don't you?"

Jean looked away, "It's…it's complicated…"

"It really IS Breda's mom!" Falman cheered triumphantly.

"Shut up, you asshole!"

They turned to see Riza leaving Roy's office, "Lieutenant Havoc, the Colonel would like to speak with you for a moment,"

Before Jean could react he heard Breda from behind him. "Ooh, someone's in trouble…" Breda sing-songed.

"God, what are you 12?" Fuery questioned.

"12 and a half, dick." Breda retorted with a grin.

"What did you do, now?" Falman sighed.

"I don't know," Jean shrugged. "Guess, I'll go find out," he stubbed out his cigarette in his ashtray. "I'll see you guys tomorrow,"

"Alright, seeya!" Kain called.

Jean watched them go and when the door shut, he gave Riza a tentative look. She smiled gently, "No, he didn't tell me, but I've known how he's felt about you for a while."

Jean blinked in shock, "You really are his confidante aren't you?"

"In more ways than one, but I suppose I could pass the torch to you." She said with a soft smile. She slipped on her coat and headed out the door, "Have a good night, you two,"

"We will," Roy replied from behind him, and Jean about had a heart attack.

"Jesus!" Jean shrieked. "You need a bell! A big bell!"

Roy just chuckled and pulled him in for a kiss. Jean pulled away in embarrassment to see Riza grinning at them, before shutting the door behind her.

"Oh my god!" Jean moaned, hiding his beet red face in Roy's chest.

"You know, she has seen two people kiss before," Roy teased.

"It's not the same, and you know it," he growled. After a moment he looked up and saw Roy staring at him like one does with an adorable child. "Stop looking at me like that,"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm a kitten or a puppy,"

"The word you're searching for is cute," Roy teased.

"The word you're searching for is couch," Jean replied.

Roy smiled and kissed him, cupping his ass in his hand. His free hand slid under Jean's jacket and slid along his chest. Jean melted against him, letting his fingers tangle in the dark locks. He whimpered when he felt strong fingers toying with a nipple and teeth teasing his lower lip. When they pulled away Jean was unintentionally grinding against Roy, who to Jean's irritation still seemed very much in control.

Roy grinned down at him, "Dinner?"

"Now?!" Jean questioned, motioning toward their bodies.

"What?" Roy replied, "Are you gonna let me get past your shirt today?"

"Roy!" Jean cried out shrilly, "You know it's weird for me!"

"Oh, you like it," Roy teased. "I'm thinking Italian,"

Jean smiled in return, "Fine, but you're buying…"

Oh ya, he could get used to this…