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Enjoy... Yeah I guess...

[wriggle.

Then stills.

Maybe if he's still Smoker will fall asleep and then Ace can... do something

He's not sure what he wants to do yet but... something]

[Bites Ace's ears. You're distracting him with wriggling.]

What's on your mind, brat? Or are you always this fidgety?

Nothing. [pulls the pillow down and wriggles a bit to get comfortable] You?

Trying to figure out when next I can fuck you again. [Moves his arm out so Ace can get closer if he wants.]

[ALSO NOT REALLY ON HIS ANSWER.]

[HE JUST WANTS TO SEE HOW ACE REACTS.]

[Smoker is a very bad dog.]

[ahh it's weird. It had felt good but it was weird and now it's really weird and he's not sure how to feel but weird]

Don't you want to sleep on it first?

[it's just weird.

Also he stays right where he is]

[....]

[Weirdo.]

[Smoker pokes a freckled cheek.]

I was kidding. Relax Portgas. You don't have to try so hard. Especially not around me. [Eyeroll, and reaches for his cigars, holding them to Ace to light them up.] It'll just make things unnecessarily annoying.

And I don't need to sleep on anything.

I already know what I want.

[Rolls over onto his chest and drapes an arm over Ace's shoulders.] I've got it right here.

[be himself? Well he is but the question of whether or not Smoker appreciates it seems to depend. He rolls his eyes at the cigar thing and ignores the want thing]

What am I your moll? [he lights the cigars up anyway with a finger then gets out of Smoker's arm and gets up.]

I'm going to shower.

[Snorts.]

[And watches him go.]

[:3]

Sexy.

[Aw hell, did he say that out loud?]

[Hopefully Portgas didn't notice.]

[He'll join in a bit. He's still tired.]

[jsfydjiyk trips on his way in but pretends its a boot and tucks in the shower. And then turns on the water really hot not that he can feel it. And then just stands there.

What is happening? He doesn't know.

Well it just won't happen again...right.

...right.

....right?]

[.... Ace try not to hate yourself too long, because Smoker did say he was going to join in.]

[And sad freckles are going to worry the fuck out of him.]

[Although he wonders if Ace needs space.]

[But that doesn't even make sense.]

[But then Ace never makes sense.]

[WELL WHATEVER. HEAD'S UP.]

God damn it. I never thought I'd appreciate pirate tattoos.

[ahh what is Smoker doing here? He's naked!

He grabs a wash rag]

Well Pops is the best.

[though he's not sure where Smoker is going with this]

[Laughs.]

[Stupid cute brat.]

I wouldn't know. [He's kind of sad about that. In a weirdly distant way.]

[But if Ace isn't going to be in the line of water, Smoker will just take that stream.]

Then why do you like the tattoos? [shoulders Smoker out of the way to get water. ass]

[Backs up to lather his hair and stares at Ace briefly.]

[Finally closing his eyes.]

A certain freckled idiot makes them look really sexy.

Shut up. [red] Stop saying weird things. Come on.

[gives Smoker a little push and then scrubs at the back of Smoker's hair, getting his fingers soapy]

Don't compliment a pirate what's wrong with you?

[Mischievous grin.]

Portgas....

[Tugs him in for a hard deep kiss, waste of good cigars, but fuck it, worth it. And he presses against Ace all over again.] I told you before. I'll do what I want. Don't try to protect me from yourself, I'll just get insulted.

Mmh [why is it so good? It's not fair. Which is what makes it intoxicating.]

It's just fooling around... [lathers up his hands with soap and spreads them over Smoker's chest to give himself something to do]

That's it. Nothing weird or sappy.

[Holds Ace by the back of the head so he can look into his eyes.]

If that's how you want it.

[But something in Smoker's own suggests he doesn't believe that.]

It is. [pulls away] Friends and enemies and handys.

[because he frankly doesn't trust Smoker if he goes too far. It's like a cliff in the fog. It looks like it goes on forever but if you're not careful you'll fall and break yourself.

And Smoker is the fog that hides it. Ace knows it even if Smoker doesn't]

[Smoker watches Ace for a bit. The words just turning over in his mind.]

[No, that wasn't all it was, not by a long shot.]

[And it hadn't been since Smoker broke enough to kiss Ace in the first place.]

[Even knowing how Adela felt about him.]

[Stupid teenage pirate.]

[There's another blink and Smoker quells the sense of rage.]

[It's foolish. Portgas thinking he could set lines now, thinking he himself would abide by them, be satisfied with them.]

[Smoker steps back, and then out of the shower grabbing a cross-legged seat.]

No.

You figure out what you're comfortable with, but I've got more respect for myself and you than to lie like that. I told you before, you want lies? Go to your nakama.

I'm not one of your crew, and if I was just a casual one night stand, you wouldn't keep coming after me. Figure out what you want little Tomcat, but I'm not going to play by your rules, I'm playing by my own.

[he frowns. He doesn't like the distance while on the other hand it's a good thing]

Don't be an idiot. [what is he even saying. Ace can't figure it out. He doesn't want to figure it out]

I didn't say one night. Just-- whenever. [but that was it right there. He didn't know Smoker's rules. He didn't trust Smoker's rules. He didn't like him having all the control over everything. Yes or no. Ace had to be stronger than him and harder hearted-- so that when the cliff ended he'd know how to skirt down

He turns his back to Smoker and starts to wash himself under the spray]

That's fine. You play by your rules I'll play by mine.

Mmn.

[He needs his cigars back. But then if things changed again, he'd be switching again.]

[SIGH.]

[He's still kind of mad at Ace, but he sneaks up behind him, and bites into his shoulder and kisses down the back anyway.]

Fine. And if I want to compliment a pirate's tattoos? I will. [Licks it some.]

It's like licking Pop's face. [seriously it is. Why does Smoker think he has it? Just for looks? Not that he cares if Smoker wants to be that friendly to Pops though Pops might care.

But he'll go back to scrubbing at the soap in Smoker's hair if he can with both hands, reaching above him and backwards, looking up and biting his chin]

Edited 2016-08-23 08:53 (UTC)

[.... Mood destroyed.]

[Welp. That was a total mood killer.]

[AND HE WAS LICKING THE CROSSBONES PART JEEZ.]

[But he's done now, just finishes up, gets out, towels off, gets dressed. He's going home. No sense spending the night here at this point.]

Try to get some breakfast. The room is paid through to twelve tomorrow.

[See ya stupid cowboy.]

[Unless you have anything else to add.]

I don't plan on sticking around.

[just like Smoker to completely kill a mood. Geeze.]

Ah but don't worry abut it.

[he'll do something to make up for Smoker basically wasting his money here. Maybe give Adela more or something since Smoker wasn't going to take it]

Have a good night.

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