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o/~ Somewhere in the middle
I think I lied a little
I, I said if we took it there, I wasn't gonna change
But that went out the window ~/o
“Aaaahhhh,” Ace lifts his arms over his head, palms to the sky, fingers entwined, stretching out his back with a noise of satisfaction. “Can’t believe the last class of the semester is finally over! I’m so ready for winter break!”
Deuce raises a dubious eyebrow at his friend, pulling his jacket a little more snugly around himself, wondering how Ace can simply prance down the path with his jacket undone and falling off one shoulder and not immediately freeze to death. He’s a pretty sight, though, his auburn head tossed back with an enormous grin as he watches the clouds rolling across the rich, cerulean sky. “It’s a nice thought, but we’ve gotta get through exams first,” Deuce finally sighs in answer, trying to keep the dejected tone out of his voice.
There’s a brisk wind blowing across the courtyard this afternoon, pulling a rainbow of leaves down from the trees and sending them fluttering across the intricate stonework under their feet. Ace playfully flicks his pen towards a swirl of them, letting go the tiniest bit of his wind magic – he’s been working on precision, smaller bursts, better control – to send a few of them in their direction. Reaching out, he snatches a huge red maple leaf out of the air, smoothing it out between his long fingers before reaching over to tuck the stem into Deuce’s chest pocket beside his pen. “Come on, you’ve got plenty of time to study,” he chides lightly. “There’s no sports practice, no homework… it’s a perfect afternoon to relax.”
“You’re crazy,” Deuce shakes his head with a laugh of disbelief, catching Ace’s hand with his own just before he pulls away. “It’s the perfect time to study.” He only half-believes those words, but oh, how he wants to really mean them. Glancing around to see that no one’s really nearby, he sneaks a brief graze of his lips against Ace’s knuckles before letting go. “And that’s how I’m planning to spend my time until dinner.”
“Being a model student?” Ace teases, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes as he brings his hand to his lips and kisses the spot Deuce had his lips against a moment ago, expecting the usual fluster in answer. When he doesn’t get an immediate retort, his eyes flicker over to his friend, noticing the tension in Deuce’s back and the furrow in his brow. Ace’s words are softer and more serious the second time. “...you really that worried?”
“No. Yes.” Deuce shrugs, giving up on his jacket as the wind picks up again, and shoves his hands into his pants pockets to keep them warm. “It’s not like I’m worried about failing, but… I really want to do well… to impress my mom.”
“Ah...” Ace doesn’t know a ton about Deuce’s life prior to Night Raven College, but he’s known since the first week of school that Deuce used to be a bit of a delinquent and that he’s absolutely intent on changing his ways. He’s teased him about it plenty of times, but… somehow this doesn’t seem like quite the right time. “Well, getting all bent out of shape about it definitely isn’t gonna help.”
“I know,” Deuce sighs heavily, then asks, “You… really aren’t stressed at all?” He doesn’t mean for the question to come out sounding so rude, as if he’s accusing Ace of being untruthful, but he really can’t imagine not being worried.
“I dunno...” It’s Ace’s turn to shrug this time, but he doesn’t have any reason not to be honest with Deuce about his thoughts, so he decides to open up a little for once and elaborate. “I have to admit that I’ve never really been the type to study a lot. I pay attention in class most of the time, try to remember to do my homework, and I guess I… I’ve always gotten by well enough?”
Of course Ace is naturally bright in that way – he’s too clever with words, ideas, plans, not to be – and Deuce isn’t sure if he’s more frustrated or jealous at this revelation as he huffs in response. “This isn’t some weekly quiz, y’know. It’s everything we’ve learned so far! A lot of material! Or don’t you care about what your final standing is going to be for your first semester?”
“Of course I-”
But Deuce isn’t finished – in fact, he’s quite on a roll. “Riddle will have our heads if we pull down Heartslabyul’s average. You know he’s usually number one? I can’t even imagine being number one. Can you?”
“Not really.” Deuce is almost more mumbling to himself than directly addressing Ace, but Ace doesn’t bother trying to interrupt the stream of consciousness a second time. It’s… cute when Deuce gets like this and he tends to learn a lot about the boy’s inner thoughts if he shuts up long enough to listen.
“Well, now’s the time to prove ourselves!” Deuce says, pumping an enthusiastic fist into the air before turning to Ace with bright eyes. “We should study together.”
“We study together all the time,” Ace snickers with a roll of his eyes, because the kind of “studying” they’ve been doing lately is exactly how he wants to spend the afternoon: making out on one of their beds or in a secluded corner of the rose garden.
“No, I’m being serious,” Deuce insists, his cheeks coloring swiftly as he clearly shares Ace’s train of thought about their previous attempts at study sessions. “We should actually study. I think it’s a good idea, don’t you? You can keep me from overthinking everything and getting frazzled about what to review, what order to study things in, what’s actually worth reviewing...”
Ace hip bumps Deuce to grab his attention back from his own rambling and gives him a playfully skeptical look. “Sounds like a lot of work – and what do you think you can do for me in return?” There’s a lot of answers Ace hopes he’ll get to that question, but -
Deuce shakes out of his thoughts at the implication and gives Ace a condescending little smirk as he bumps him back. “Get you to study at all? Even a little?”
“Fair.” Ace laughs loudly at the insult, knowing there’s merit in Deuce’s arguments. He really ought to try and get some actual studying in, even if he thinks the chances of living up to his older brother’s scores are slim. “Fine, fine, we can study together this afternoon...”
Besides, agreeing to study means getting to spend the entire afternoon close to Deuce – maybe even alone, which they haven’t managed at length since the day of the Magift party. While they’re often together, they’re also usually in the company of other Heartslab students or the pair from Ramshackle… definitely not alone. And sure, they’ve made out briefly here and there and even snuck into each other’s beds late at night a couple of times, but… it’s always stolen time.
And lately, he’s been wanting more.
When this flirtation first started, Ace had firmly told himself that he wasn’t going to let it change anything between them. They were… friends. Even if they tended to also drive each other a bit crazy, they’d been through a lot that first week of school and… and bonded. He’d almost convinced himself that’s all that first middle-of-the-night make-out was: a one-time affair brought on by unusual events.
...But then they’d hooked up again, quite deliberately, quite mutually, quite spectacularly… and now... now he was taking any excuse either of them could come up with to get more time alone. His in-class daydreams were all about having Deuce’s hands on him again. His nighttime dreams were even more colorful.
So okay, maybe he’d lied a little about the just friends thing.
They are definitely a little more than friends and Ace is tired of nothing but stolen moments that leave him – ugh – yearning for more. Glancing over at Deuce as they reach the entrance to Heartslabyul’s dorm, Ace thinks he isn’t alone in that problem, though… and that it won’t take that much prodding to prove it.
Inside the dorm, Cater’s running a study session in the main lounge – mellow music, snacks, and lots of kids working together in groups. Deuce contemplates whether or not to stay, but it’s noisier than he prefers when trying to focus and too likely to end up a distraction. “Pretty noisy here...” he leans in close to whisper to Ace, close enough to be distracted by the warmth radiating off of him. “Wanna try our room?”
Ace shrugs, then offers an answer casually like he hasn’t been wishing, hoping or plotting this very thing all day. “Didn’t our roommates say they were going to a big study group over at Octavinelle this afternoon?”
“Huh, did they?” Deuce follows Ace as he criss-crosses the room to grab a couple of cold sodas from the snack table and they both thank Cater before heading down the hallway to their room.
“I don’t know anyone from that dorm very well yet, do you?” Ace picks up their conversation again, rolling the can back and forth between his hands.
“Nah, not really, but I hear they’re got a lot of excellent students...” Deuce pushes their dorm room door open and holds it for Ace, letting it close behind them as he continues. “Octavinelle’s dorm head is always one of the top scorers too, up there with Rosehearts.”
The room is empty and quiet, just as they’d both hoped and expected, and their eyes flicker to each other’s faces for a moment before they both start moving in opposite directions.
Ace shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it onto his bed, his vest following right after it. “Yeah, I heard they’ve got some legendary study guides or something. Grim was yammering on about it at lunch yesterday.” Rolling up his shirt sleeves next, Ace watches as Deuce immediately starts getting all of his books, guides and notes ready on his desk, pointedly not looking in his direction. That’s not enough to deter Ace, though, and he loosens his tie a little more before finally throwing himself down in a sprawl across Deuce’s bed.
Deuce pauses mid-motion at the sound and exhales a huffy little sigh. “What are you doing? Are you gonna pull your chair over here or what?” He wants to be good. He wants to study. He wants to...
“...no?” Raising an eyebrow, Ace makes a show of stretching again before beckoning to Deuce with one curled fingertip. “Deuce.”
“Uh-uh, this was not part of the agreement,” Deuce mutters, but he can feel how hot his face is flushing and he can’t help sneaking a glance. Ace looks so unfairly sexy laying on his bed like that, his shirt half untucked and one collarbone exposed. It isn’t as if Deuce doesn’t want to kiss the ever-loving shit out of him right this instant, but - “You said you were going to actually study with me.”
“Come on,” Ace wheedles softly, his smile a perfect Cheshire grin. “Just for a few minutes? We never get…” His words trail off abruptly, his smile suddenly faltering. Any time alone is how he wants to finish that sentence, but he can’t quite let himself seem too clingy, too… vulnerable.
Deuce can guess at what Ace was going to say anyway, and it’s true, they really don’t get much time alone. He’s thought the same thing to himself more than once in the last week, in fact. “…I know.” There’s always someone else around, but right now, he’s pretty sure their roommates probably won’t be back before dinner. The temptation to indulge for a little bit is far too strong to resist and even if that’s a feeling he probably ought to examine more closely, now isn’t the time. Not when Ace is staring at him like that. “...fine. But then we’re going to study!”
“So get over here,” Ace sits up, holding out an expectant hand, immediately all easy smile again.
Decision made, Deuce shrugs out of his jacket, hanging it over the back of his chair. He puts one knee on the bed as if he can’t quite decide exactly what he wants to do, but then Ace grabs him by the tie and yanks him in nose to nose with a triumphant little grin.
o/~ Exactly where I want me, yeah
Underneath your body, yeah
If we take it further, I swear I ain't gonna break
So baby, come try me, baby, come find me
Baby, don't wind me up ~/o
Deuce goes down easily, crushing Ace’s body under his own and wiping that smug little smirk off of Ace’s lips with a kiss they’ve both been craving all day. Ace kisses him back, licking a teasing line along Deuce’s upper lip until their tongues are tangling in an increasingly familiar and ever more desirable duel.
Ace lets go of Deuce’s tie in favor of wrapping both arms around the other boy, his hands sliding down Deuce’s back until they reach his ass. He can feel the hitch in Deuce’s breathing within their kiss and he hums back as he squeezes Deuce’s ass, rolling his hips upwards and grinding their quickly growing arousals together.
Fuck. Deuce suddenly breaks away with a groan and immediately rolls off of Ace, already breathing hard from the intensity of their kissing. “This is not what we’re supposed to be doing. I… I really do need to study, Ace.”
Startled by the sudden reversal and the tight feeling in his chest that comes with it, Ace takes a moment to find his words again as they lay side by side, staring at the ceiling. “I know you do. We both do – But... we’ve been so stressed out,” he finally says slowly, rolling onto his side to study Deuce’s face. “You really don’t think doing this first, while we’re alone, while we’ve got the time…” He reaches out to brush a few strands of blue-black hair out of Deuce’s face, his thumb lingering over the spade around his eye. “Wouldn’t it help you relax?”
Deuce can’t quite meet Ace’s eyes, because he knows if he does, he’s going to immediately give in again. A huge part of the reason he’s trying to get himself to study is because he’s more than aware of how much time he’s spent in class studying, staring at and daydreaming about Ace. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to study first?” he tries, though the words are not without obvious effort. “Let this be a…” he catches Ace’s wrist gently. “...a reward, after doing what we’re supposed to?”
Ace laughs sharply with a shake of his head, snatching his hand back. “Not to me,” he admits. “I… can’t study like this.” And to prove his point, he lets his hand slide down his chest until he can palm his half-hard cock through his pants, watching as Deuce tries pointedly not to look at him. “I can’t just… ignore what being near you does to me.”
“Ace…”
Hearing Deuce say his name like that, low and dangerous, only urges Ace on. “Can you ignore this, Deuce?” His hand snaps out towards Deuce instead, outlining the shape of the other boy’s swelling cock through his pants with thumb and forefinger. “Can you really... focus?”
o/~ I know that I seem a little stressed out
But you're here now, and you're turning me on
I wanna feel a different kind of tension
Yeah, you guessed it, the kind that's fun
I hate it when you leave me unattended
'Cause I miss ya, and I need your love
But my mind is running wild, could you help me slow it down? ~/o
Deuce shudders as Ace’s touch runs through his blood like fire, igniting everything he keeps trying to stuff down. Ace has just as much of an effect on him, even if he hasn’t outright said so. “No...” he spits the word out in a groan of frustration and it’s all the answer Ace needs.
He’s up on one knee in a second, swinging a leg over Deuce and straddling him. Ace enjoys the one glorious heartbeat of aroused surprise in Deuce’s bright blue eyes before leaning down to kiss him again.
Finally folding entirely, Deuce wraps his arms around Ace and kisses him back, passionately and unreservedly. Ace’s mouth is so hot against his own as they devour each other and he can’t really bring himself to feel at all sorry for giving in to what he really, deep down, wants most. Ace.
Ace slowly grinds his hips into Deuce’s, unable to help the little noise that escapes into their kiss as Deuce’s hands run up under his untucked shirt to spread across the bare skin of his back. Oh, he wants this so badly right now and nothing is more of a rush than knowing he isn’t alone in that feeling. Deuce.
It’s hard to have coherent thoughts when Ace is sucking his tongue so hard he can hardly breathe, and at first, Deuce thinks maybe they’re going to jack off together again, like they did the first time. But Ace’s nimble fingers are already unbuttoning Deuce’s vest, his shirt, loosening his tie and pulling it free before Deuce manages to wedge a hand in between them in attempt to unbutton the rest of Ace’s shirt too.
Ace doesn’t stop there, though, finally breaking away from Deuce’s lips to trail a line of wet kisses down his neck and nip his teeth against a collarbone. Deuce buries a fist in Ace’s fluffy hair instead, flushing all the more when Ace continues onward, on his hands and knees now, traveling down his body, scooting back enough to flick his tongue over one of Deuce’s nipples.
Deuce exhales a garbled noise that makes Ace laugh softly, and he glances up to see that Deuce is watching him, just a sliver of that bright blue peeking out from half-lidded eyes. Ace shifts once more, until he’s crouched between Deuce’s legs, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly even as he’s breathing out a question, rushed and soft, impulsive but certain. “Can I…?”
Ace’s eyes blaze like fire when Deuce meets them, and even though he isn’t even entirely certain what he’s agreeing to, Deuce has no doubt that he wants anything and everything if Ace is the one offering. “Y-yeah...” he chokes the word out as Ace slowly works him free of his pants, his gaze shifting and his mouth dropping open as Ace sinks down and presses a kiss to the tip of his cock.
He’s never done this to anyone before, but Ace has watched enough porn to not feel totally clueless. After all, one of the perks of having an older brother is borrowing his clothes, his video games and his stash. Besides, he doesn’t get the feeling – as he drags his tongue along the underside of Deuce’s cock and listens to the gaspy little noises he gets in response – that Deuce has ever done this with anyone before either. There’s no pressure to be an expert, even if Ace prefers to pretend even to himself that he has all the confidence in the world.
Deuce is entranced watching Ace dragging his tongue against his overheated skin, thoughts quickly falling into a blur of desire. He'd heard of this sort of thing before, but it hadn't seemed nearly as attractive in description as it does in reality, right now, with Ace's crimson eyes still locked on his as he slips his lips over the head of Deuce's cock. Deuce thinks about the feel of Ace's dick in his hand, thinks about what it would feel like to have that in his mouth just as Ace's tongue does something great, and has to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle the groan of pleasure that spikes through him.
Ace has always been good at reading people, at noticing the nuances in expressions and reactions, faces and voices, but he never really considered how well that could serve him in this particular pursuit. Feeling the way Deuce shifts underneath him and listening to the sounds spilling from his lips, even muffled behind his shirt sleeve, is not only an easy study guide for figuring out what he enjoys most, but it’s also turning Ace on so badly that his hands are visibly shaking by the time he finally wraps one around the base of Deuce’s leaking cock.
Deuce already feels like he's burning up from head to toe, but he can't find it in himself to be embarrassed at how quickly he's fallen apart when he can feel Ace make a satisfied noise as he shudders, stifling another moan. He clutches at Ace's shoulder, absolutely dizzy with pleasure, desperately trying to communicate how close he is already. "Ace," he gasps, but that's all he can manage before he has to muffle himself again, biting down on his sleeve and throwing his head back against the bed.
The warning is appreciated, but Ace has already made up his mind that he’s not letting go and he moans that refusal deep in his throat, unsurprised when the vibration of his voice around Deuce’s cock finally causes him to give in. Ace drinks it down with a shiver of smug triumph as he jerks every last bit from Deuce, the experience of hearing him come so much different when Ace isn’t distracted by his own orgasm. It’s really a powerful rush, wrecking someone so completely in this manner, and Ace thinks he’d really like to do it another hundred times at least.
There are going to be teeth marks in Deuce’s arm tomorrow despite the shirt in the way, he thinks as he pulls his arm away from his face just in time to watch his softening cock slip from Ace’s swollen lips. Deuce’s brain has all but melted out of his ears, leaving him flustered and dazed, and he lets go of the first inane thought to enter his mind. “Guess we can… get back to studying now?”
“Wow. Was it that bad?” Ace scoffs, sitting back on his heels and trying to make light of Deuce’s words, hating the fact that he’s genuinely insulted and wounded. His rejection of those feelings puts him on the offensive again immediately, raising an eyebrow as he teases Deuce. “Didn’t sound like it was bad.”
Deuce doesn’t realize he’s made the Wrong joke until the sees the flicker of pain in Ace’s eyes – there and gone in such an instant that Deuce almost thinks he imagined it – but everything that was open and needy in Ace’s expression mere minutes ago seems to have completely vanished. “What? No!” Deuce cracks in a whole different way than he even knew he was capable of as he realizes he’s really hurt Ace’s feelings by saying something careless again. “It was… you were... amazing. Fucking great. I was just...”
“You were just…” Ace mimics him, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he climbs up the bed again, sitting on Deuce’s legs, and, eyes slightly askance, asks him quietly. “...you’re really going to leave me hanging? So you can get back to studying? I mean, if you do, I’m probably just going to lay on your bed and...” Ace lets his words trail off suggestively as he reaches a hand down towards his still painfully hard cock and he’s startled when Deuce actually slaps it forcefully away, settling his own hand over the bulge in Ace’s pants.
“No!” Deuce snaps out harshly, then bites his own words back, starting again more gently. “I…come on, you know I was joking. I...” He doesn’t want to admit Ace that he’s never done this particular thing with anyone before, or that Ace is pretty much his first everything. He doesn’t want to admit to being insecure about their escalating... relationship?, nervous about exams, anxious about disappointing Ace, his mother, himself. His frustration with himself loops in on itself because he knows, as usual, that’s he’s being his own worst enemy, simply by not believing in himself. He finally looks up at Ace, silent for much longer than usual, his eyes dark and determined, his words sounding like a threat. “I would never leave you hanging.”
Ace feels his pulse jump at the intensity in Deuce’s eyes when their gazes finally meet again and he can’t help flustering a little himself this time. “I wouldn’t either… I really am serious about agreeing to study with you too, but...” Ace lifts a hand to scratch awkwardly at the back of his head -
o/~ Put my mind at ease
Pretty please
I need your hands on me
Sweet relief
Pretty please ~/o
- and he’s really not expecting it when Deuce catches his wrist, suddenly rolling and flipping them with a soft little growl, settling himself firmly between Ace’s legs. “But I need to put your mind at ease first,” he breathes into Ace’s ear, enjoying the shiver he gets in response as he pins both of the other boy’s wrists beside his head. “Same as you did for me.” He may not know exactly what he’s doing, but he’s damn determined to both crack Ace’s bravado and give as good as he’s just gotten.
Ace’s fingers twitch reflexively, but he doesn’t fight Deuce’s hold, instead arching himself up against the other boy in a slow roll. “I… need your hands on me,” Ace finally admits softly. It’s a simple statement, but it’s also really a confession of how he’s been feeling constantly, all the time, though he doesn’t know if Deuce will realize that.
“My hands?” Deuce teases, squeezing Ace’s wrists as he leans in to press kisses along Ace’s neck until he can feel the rapid flutter of Ace’s pulse under his lips. “Or my mouth?” Deuce traces the flush of Ace’s skin with his tongue until he finds the bruise on Ace’s collarbone that’s been almost as constant a mark lately as the heart around his eye. It’s faded out in the week since they last made out and he clearly ought to do something about that.
“Either. Both. Yes,” Ace gasps out in quick succession before his voice melts into a breathy moan as Deuce renews his mark, flooding Ace’s body with simultaneous pain and pleasure.
Deuce frees Ace’s wrists so he can run a hand down his chest instead, slowly and purposefully undoing the rest of his shirt buttons. “Is that a yes, Deuce, please suck me off?” He tries to sounds more confident that he is, pressing another light kiss to the rapidly darkening mark. He needs to hear Ace say that he wants this, because he’s not sure he’s going to have the balls to do it otherwise.
Ace can’t quite believe he’s hearing words that lewd coming out of Deuce’s mouth so easily and he splutters a little in response, catching Deuce by the shoulders now that his hands are free again. “Deuce, I...” Why is it so hard for him to answer that question with a simple yes, especially after he’s already done the same? It would probably give away less than what actually ends up spilling out of his mouth as Deuce’s fingertips trail teasingly down his bare stomach. “I wanna know what it feels like...” Implying, of course, that he doesn’t, that he hasn’t – that he’s flying by the seat of his pants as usual.
That confession shoots through Deuce like a sizzle of lightning and he swears if he hadn’t just come, he’d already be hard again. Ace had done that to him, had made him feel so good, and... had never even done it before? Wanted to do it, with Deuce, for the first time? Deuce suddenly realizes his thoughts have frozen him and jerks back into motion, hastily unbuttoning Ace’s pants. “Yeah, alright,” he murmurs, shifting so he can press kisses down Ace’s stomach, trying to calm his racing heart and all of the feelings he doesn’t have names for yet. “You felt so good....”
“Did I?” Ace murmurs hoarsely, his hands slipping from Deuce’s shoulders as he shifts, one sliding into the back of his hair, fingers weaving through the dark strands. “I...” he breaths out, almost a laugh, and then he smiles – a little crooked, a touch nervous, and entirely genuine. “I wanted you to chill the fuck out, honestly. I wanted… I wanted to see you stop worrying so much, just for a little while.”
Deuce finally glances back up at Ace’s face and can’t help the way his heart seizes up at the fond look he finds there. He grins a little in response, pressing a teasing kiss against the line of Ace’s hardness through the last remaining barrier of his underwear. “Told you that you’d keep me from overthinking things.” And he doesn’t, tugging Ace’s cock out so he can run his tongue up one side, watching Ace’s reaction intently.
Ace shudders, his hand tightening in Deuce’s hair with the effort it takes to keep his eyes open and focused on the sight of Deuce licking a wet stripe up his cock. “Mm, then this is definitely my just rewards...” he breathes back, knowing they’re both thinking of their earlier conversation, and though he wants to come off cool, his voice cracking on the last word totally ruins the effect.
“Absolutely,” Deuce hums in agreement, turning his full focus to the task at hand, armed with his own experience under Ace’s hands to guide him. He doesn’t give himself the time to think twice about it before wrapping his lips around the tip, tongue swirling around the head in a way that makes Ace’s hand fist even more tightly in his hair. The whiny little noises he wrings out of Ace when he starts to suck in earnest leave him light-headed and craving more, and Deuce realizes with a heady little thrill that he’s absolutely going to savor every moment of making Ace completely fall apart underneath him.
Despite how much time he’s spent daydreaming about this, Ace finds himself woefully unprepared for the overwhelming reality of Deuce’s hot, wet mouth wrapped around him. “Deuce!” he chokes out, his eyes rolling back in his head from sheer pleasure, arching off the bed, hips pushing up to beg for more even as Deuce takes him deeper, obliterating any coherent thoughts remaining.
The sudden movement nearly chokes him and Deuce shifts one strong hand to pin Ace’s hips to the bed, humming a satisfied noise at the whine of protest that comes from Ace once he’s restrained again. Deuce would smirk smugly at finally having the upper hand, but Ace’s cock is too far down his throat and he’s greedy to see what other sounds he can drag out of Ace. He doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be enjoying this side of things quite so much, but watching Ace slowly lose his cool is so gratifying.
Any inclination Ace had about being in control of the situation is far, far gone, and to his genuine surprise… he likes it. No, he more than likes it – moaning and gasping desperately underneath Deuce, Ace is about to completely get off on it. He’s been pushing Deuce’s buttons all day (all week), but now that he’s completely at the other boy’s mercy, he realizes why. This side of Deuce that he always has to goad out of him – this confidence, this stubborn determination, this rough edge that Deuce tries so hard to hide all the time?
Ace wants it. All of it.
Deuce’s hand finally wraps around Ace’s cock, squeezing, insisting, and Ace crashes over the edge with a broken, choked-up sound, his mind whiting out into euphoric static.
By the time he’s found his senses again, Deuce has crawled back up the bed to collapse half on top of him, and when they kiss, they taste of each other. Ace rolls a little until they’re nose to nose and they stay like that, kissing in a soft and lazy manner, hands in each other’s hair, until both their heart rates slow.
Deuce finally rolls away completely, and once they’ve shuffled their clothing back into place, he reaches to grab the two sodas off the desk. They’re only kinda cold by now, but they crack them open anyway, giving each other funny little half smiles over the tops of them.
True to his word, Ace does finally let them get some studying done, but only once Deuce agrees to sit side by side against the headboard of the bed instead of at the desk. They manage to make it through about a subject and a half before Deuce dozes off on Ace’s shoulder exactly as he complained that he was probably going to, and even though it means they might be late to dinner, Ace finds no reason not to join him.
After all, they can always study more tomorrow, right?
Maybe he’ll even ask Grim about that Octavinelle study guide.