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[orangeoutlaw]

[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.

[justicereigns]

[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.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[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?]

[justicereigns]

[.... 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.

[orangeoutlaw]

[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]

[justicereigns]

[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.]

[orangeoutlaw]

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

[justicereigns]

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

[Finally closing his eyes.]

A certain freckled idiot makes them look really sexy.

[orangeoutlaw]

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?

[justicereigns]

[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.

[orangeoutlaw]

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.

[justicereigns]

[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.]

[orangeoutlaw]

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]

[justicereigns]

[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.

[orangeoutlaw]

[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.

[justicereigns]

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.]

[orangeoutlaw]

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]

[justicereigns]

[.... 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.]

[orangeoutlaw]

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.

[justicereigns]

Portgas...

[Small sigh.]

[Hesitantly comes back and tries to tackle him back to the bed, the way he'd wanted to rest on him earlier, chest down, arm stretched over Portgas' shoulders.]

Stop pushing me away when you don't want to. I'm not smart enough to figure it all out sometimes.

Just only do what you have full conviction behind, all right? Quit half-assing it. [Tugs Ace's earlobe in his teeth. To see how much that gets him fucked or not.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[grunts. He always has to have the last word.]

I do what I want. Like I said I"m not going to play by your rules. What makes you think I'll let you call all the shots?

I didn't half ass what we did. [though that weridly feels like forever ago] But I don't know where to go from here except you think you can decide where that is. Or maybe won't let me because it's a lie and not what you want to hear.

You never listen to what I'm telling you.

[this was a familiar dance. He sighs.]

[justicereigns]

I'm listening now, Portgas.

Was that what you meant to ask earlier? And I just didn't get it?

[orangeoutlaw]

[somehow, Ace gets the feeling that he really is. Who is this new Smoker. Or is it new? It's strange. He reaches up to touch the scar, tracing it over Smoker's brow and to his ear, down against his jaw. The air smells of smoke and char and sex and it's great.

Why can't it just be that?

He'd already said what he'd thought to say and wasn't sure if he had a question but... he had one now. He cupped Smoker's jaw and traced his lower lip with his thumb, mesmerized by the feel of it, pulling it back a little to see his teeth.]

Why did you want to cuddle?

[justicereigns]

[Smoker nearly jerks away at that.]

[He hadn't thought of it like that.]

[At all.]

That wasn't... I wasn't--

[He was sure as hell NOT cuddling. And if he was, it wasn't intentional, and he hadn't even realized it.]

[He was just relaxed for once and enjoying it, but now--]

[Smoker scrambles off the bed, rubbing at the front of his throat like he couldn't breathe. Well fuck, if that's what Ace figured, no wonder he freaked out a little.]

[Smoker needed space, but he owed Portgas a better explanation than not.]

[He's quiet, relying on the cigars.]

[The desire to arrest pirates, to capture them, the addiction of that, assuming Law was really right, was back again.]

[Cuddle? Tch.]

[No.]

You wanted to fuck in my jacket.

[How does that explain it? But it's why.]

[It wasn't about...]

[Whatever the fuck cuddling was for. Emotional closeness? Ugh. Hell no.]

[He closes his eyes, letting it all tumble in his head, even though he's practically at the far corner of the room already.]

[How to word it...]

I didn't want you to just...

[Be free? Run away? Escape?]

[All bad for the pirate.]

[It was just instinct.]

Forget it, it's not important.

[The pink is threatening to stain his cheeks again, and he really wants to go, but it was his fault it got this complicated, even if it wasn't how he meant it. Too much carelessness.]

Don't make it a bigger deal than it is.

I wasn't trying to...

[Cuddle, claim Ace, keep him forever, or even capture him.]

[Smoker just wanted the few seconds.]

[He closes his eyes again and aggravated, massages the bridge between his eyes.]

I was just in a good mood. That's all.

[No worries Ace, good mood over.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[Ace stares at him. It's unexpected and expected and a relief even as he's annoyed by it. He was almost getting started again. But they couldn't keep off rocky ground could they]

That's fine.

[gets up, puts on his hat and goes to the window because fuck using the door. Not that it was even shut... wow that should have probably been. Oh well.]

Anything else?