"'m drinkin'," Ed informed him happily, "ish fun."
"It looks like fun," Ling said almost whistfully. Oh the shameful things that went through his mind while he sat there, a lovely drunk alchemist snuggling in his lap. "I know something else that's fun, too."
"Oh?" Ed said, drowsy and squirming, "whuzzat?"
Ling sat forward a bit, slid a hand under Ed's head to lift it from his lap and gave a demonstration in mouth to mouth resucitation without the resucitation part.
"Oh geeze," Darius said, "here we go."
"What is it with you and Ed anyways?" Heinkle said from the opposite side of the fire. "I mean I can smell the pheremones, sure, but do you always have to act on them?"
Ling pulled up from the kiss and Ed pawed at his face and hair, trying to pull his head back down.
"You don't have to stay here and watch," Ling informed them, letting Ed tug him back down and try to swallow his tonsils.
"Where else are we gonna go?" Heinkle asked.
"The fire, food and beer are here," Darius informed him.
Ling pulled up again, lips now getting a bit red from where Ed was biting on them.
"I don't understand the aversion to true love," Ling got out before Ed shoved his fingers into his mouth and used the grip to pull his face back down.
"I wouldn't go that far," Heinkle said, "more like teenage hormones."
"I remember young and horny, hell I remember horny without having the young part attached to it," Darius said thoughtfully, taking antother drink.
Ling managed to tear away again, licked his lips and half winced as Ed bit his chin and grabbed at his ears.
"You don't understand my true intentions; after all, I'm a prince," Ling said before Ed wrapped both arms around his neck and yanked him back down, then Ed tried to get a leg over him, too.
"We understand alright," Heinkle snorted. "We understand you're not picky."
Darius tilted his head, wrinkled his nose. "Doesn't that postion kinda hurt? Isn't his left foot steel? You're going to get spine damage like that."
"Anything for love," the prince gasped heroically.
Darius and Heinkle shrugged at each other, watching the two combatants across the fire wrestle for dominance.
"I guess that answers that gay when drunk question," Heinkle said and Darius nodded and went to get them another beer.
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Date: 2010-12-04 05:48 pm (UTC)"It looks like fun," Ling said almost whistfully. Oh the shameful things that went through his mind while he sat there, a lovely drunk alchemist snuggling in his lap. "I know something else that's fun, too."
"Oh?" Ed said, drowsy and squirming, "whuzzat?"
Ling sat forward a bit, slid a hand under Ed's head to lift it from his lap and gave a demonstration in mouth to mouth resucitation without the resucitation part.
"Oh geeze," Darius said, "here we go."
"What is it with you and Ed anyways?" Heinkle said from the opposite side of the fire. "I mean I can smell the pheremones, sure, but do you always have to act on them?"
Ling pulled up from the kiss and Ed pawed at his face and hair, trying to pull his head back down.
"You don't have to stay here and watch," Ling informed them, letting Ed tug him back down and try to swallow his tonsils.
"Where else are we gonna go?" Heinkle asked.
"The fire, food and beer are here," Darius informed him.
Ling pulled up again, lips now getting a bit red from where Ed was biting on them.
"I don't understand the aversion to true love," Ling got out before Ed shoved his fingers into his mouth and used the grip to pull his face back down.
"I wouldn't go that far," Heinkle said, "more like teenage hormones."
"I remember young and horny, hell I remember horny without having the young part attached to it," Darius said thoughtfully, taking antother drink.
Ling managed to tear away again, licked his lips and half winced as Ed bit his chin and grabbed at his ears.
"You don't understand my true intentions; after all, I'm a prince," Ling said before Ed wrapped both arms around his neck and yanked him back down, then Ed tried to get a leg over him, too.
"We understand alright," Heinkle snorted. "We understand you're not picky."
Darius tilted his head, wrinkled his nose. "Doesn't that postion kinda hurt? Isn't his left foot steel? You're going to get spine damage like that."
"Anything for love," the prince gasped heroically.
Darius and Heinkle shrugged at each other, watching the two combatants across the fire wrestle for dominance.
"I guess that answers that gay when drunk question," Heinkle said and Darius nodded and went to get them another beer.