Ed laid in the bed, eyes, and nose covered by the pillow -- blocking the sunlight, and conveniently smelled just like a General he knew... He drifted in and out of consciousness for a little bit, trying to will away the hangover. The bed was comfortable, the blankets were light like Edward liked, it smelled like his face were buried in the other's chest, all that was wrong was the damned pounding headache.

Roy must have snuck in during one of the moments Ed had drifted off because the blonde didn't stir at all -- even when the bed dipped at his side under the weight of the other -- until Roy's nose was against those sensitive scars that circled around his torso, shoulder and back and his hand was cupping Eds dick.

He startled immediately when touched, his mouth flying open with a loud, illegible yell as his body had obviously jump-started to sit up, but his shoulders didn't make it three inches off the bed before he collapsed again. A loud groan escaped him, a mix of pain and pleasure -- he was basically prisoner to the hangover as it pounded through his head over his own loud volume.

The pillow was still somehow over his face as a whimper escaped his lips and his body practically melted under Roy's touch. That was much nicer than the pounding in his skull. Goosebumps spread like wildfire across Eds body when the nose became a hot tongue on the scars.

"My head..." He managed to pathetically complain, much quieter than he had just been seconds ago. "My head fuckin' hurts..." His breathing was starting to get laboured, quickly. This was luck, wasn't it? Turned down last night, now next morning, here he was, pounding headache while the man he'd tried to sleep with was touching him in places he'd only previously imagined and Ed couldn't do much more than squirm and moan quietly.