Stuck in the Middle
Kimberly/Roy. R. Wordcount: 608. No warnings needed.
It was just too damned cold.
It was late, he was tired and cold, and to round out a crappy day, Kimberly was freezing. His issued blanket was wrapped tightly around his body in a vain attempt at keeping what little warmth there was trapped around him. Fucking commander hadn't bothered obtaining proper winter supplies, and why not? Because they were fighting in the damn desert, that was why. And the fool believed it was going to be hot all the time, and now the whole company suffered the cold for one man's inability to understand how cold the desert could be at night. Cursing the idiocy of his ranking officer, he turned over and scowled against his pillow. The sun was preparing to rise, and Kimberly wished it would hurry up even though he knew he'd be fervently hoping for nightfall once the temperature skyrocketed a few hours from then. Exhaling forcefully, he could see the puff of his breath slowly dissipate as if confirming that his tent and everything in it was covered in frost. It was the desert, so why was it so goddamned cold?
The flap of his tent crackled from fingers pushing it open. Had it been warmer, the small movement might have gone unnoticed. Maybe. Observations of Kimberly's nature resembling more of an animal than that of man were probably not far from the truth. He waited patiently while the intruder set the tent flap to rights and moved closer, barely silhouetted from the moon or, hopefully, the rising sun.
"Too cold out there tonight," Roy murmured. He stood over Kimberly's bed and unfurled his blanket, laying it over the first one and peeled them both back. Had he truly found warmth in his blanket, Kimberly might have protested or at least kicked Roy out, yet he felt little difference in the air. A body cooled by the cover of the uniform he still wore -and why hadn't Kimberly thought to keep his coat on, too? - slid in next to his. Once he felt socks tease his shins, he nudged a leg between Roy's, forcing his intruder to lift a leg over his hip.
"Did you come to keep me warm, or is it my job to warm you up?" Kimberly queried lightly. At least Mustang's presence improved his mood, he thought dourly.
"How warm do you want to be?" Roy answered at last.
Kimberly smiled at the neutral tone. The Flame Alchemist asking him how much heat he wanted. Worming his hands under the coat and beneath the pressed white shirt beneath, he laid his naked palms against Mustang's back. Warmth was already flowing easily between them and while a quick fuck would have been nice - especially if Mustang was offering in a vague way - it was still too cold to risk the covers moving off their bodies.
"Go to sleep," Kimberly ordered gruffly. He shifted a bit to keep Mustang trapped against him. The other man nestled against his chest, head just under Kimberly's chin. He felt Mustang's hands hold his waist loosely and as though a switch had been flipped, the man drifted off to sleep. As cold a man as Kimberly was, he would have thought only a fool would let him lay his hands on them knowing he could blow them up at any moment. Chin finding comfortable perching on Mustang's head, Kimberly closed his eyes and drifted as well. An animal would've taken the fuck and a human would have made the moment tender. As usual, Kimberly was somewhere in the middle. And right before he fell asleep, he didn't give a damn which side he woke up on.