Ace sat in the living room with his head leaned back against the soft couch cushions, hoping for something—anything–interesting to come on the T.V.
It had been a stressful day for him at work, and Marco didn't come home for another 2 hours, so there he was, bored, frustrated and alone until his dearest boyfriend got off work. It'd be nice if he actually had something to look forward to when Marco got home other than his presence, but despite the couple being together for almost 3 years now, they hadn't been sexually active at all. Not even hand jobs. The blond could use the excuse of him always being tied down with paperwork among other things from the orphanage he worked at with his old man, but that didn't take up all his time. It wasn't fair; Ace was so ready to do SOMETHING with Marco, and yet it seemed like that old pineapple didn't want to do anything at all, even when he DID have the chance! The raven-haired male let out an annoyed sigh and decided it would be better to lay down. Nothing was happening anyways, so a nap would do him good. He hoped that his dreams would at least fill his evening with some excitement.
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To his amazement, there was Marco, standing in the doorway and drenched head to toe with his jacket hung over his shoulder. Really, after a certain point, that silly purple jacket of his did him no good what-so-ever. He let out a defeated sigh as he hung up said jacket, and directed a friendly smile towards Ace. That was a sight that the smaller male would never get tired of, and it made him smile as well.
"I've been waiting for you. I had such a terrible day at work and…"
Before he could continue, Marco was right before him, silencing his troubled boyfriend with a kiss. "Well I'm here now." The blond told him confidently. "Isn't that enough to make you happy, yoi? My day was awful too, but coming home to see you makes it all better…."
The older gentleman kissed Ace again, then again, until they were indulged in a hot make-out session, which was almost good enough to make them both forget that breathing was a necessity if you wanted to live! Before he knew it, his boyfriend was almost completely nude, with only his boxers remaining in the way of the blond's excited, obvious bulge. "Ace…" Marco muttered as their lips parted. "Strip for me…."
God, that tone the older male used could've made Ace murder someone in cold blood without thinking twice if he would've just asked him to do so. After losing his shirt, Ace froze up and looked at his lover. "Wait… Marco…. We haven't…. Are you… sure?" He struggled to get the right words out, but he was sure that Marco understood what he meant.
"I know. But I also know that I… We've…. both wanted this for a while now…. But… I can stop if you want, yoi…." Marco replied softly.
Ace wrapped his arms around him and shook his head. "No… I want this… I want you…. And… I trust you…" The smaller male kissed his boyfriend and pressed their foreheads together lovingly, closing his eyes soon after. "I… love you, Marco…"
This had to be the most sentimental moment that the two had shared together, and by far one of the best.
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It seemed too good to be true, and when Ace opened his eyes, it proved to be just that. He was still alone, laying on the couch in a puddle of his own drool, with a raging boner, no less. Great. That was just what he needed to add to his shitty day. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, but he jumped when the power suddenly went out, followed by a roll of thunder. Due to his bad mood, Ace had failed to notice that, much like in his dream, it was raining here, too. He looked around in the darkness and his eyes met a clock that hung on the wall. Hey, thankfully, it was about time for Marco to be home. At least he wouldn't take too long; The phoenix was terrified of thunder and lightning. When it came to storms, he was more like a little kid than Ace! As if on cue, he could hear keys shakily ramming into the keyhole in the door, and soon enough, Marco scurried in. He had his jacket over his head, though he was still soaked head to toe. That stupid jacket really didn't help him at all. At least he didn't have it over his shoulder, Ace thought, that would've been too creepy. It would've been way too similar to his dream.
Marco let out a sigh and shook off like a dog before hanging up his jacket.
"Hey, Fido, you're gonna get water all over the floor!" Ace called out jokingly.
Obviously, his loving boyfriend didn't notice him previously, because he nearly jumped out of his skin at Ace's response to his shaking. When he realized who was talking though, a smile formed on the blond's face. "Ace. I'm happy to see you, yoi… er, kind of. I can't really see anything." He laughed.
Ace laughed too. "Same to you. I've had such a shitty day, then I had a shitty dream, and now the power's out…." He explained, fiddling with the red beads of his necklace as he thought about his frustrating yet oh-so-amazing dream.
"I'm sorry. But… I'm home now, yoi. I'll make it better, I promise." He told Ace, before he quickly scurried over after a loud 'BOOM' of thunder shook their small apartment. Somehow, Ace felt like HE was the one that was gonna make Marco's day better, even though he probably didn't have a bad day at all. The blond practically jumped onto the couch, landing right on top of his smaller love and earning a grunt from him. "You're so heavy… get off! I don't mind cuddling, but don't crush me…"
Ace groaned as his boyfriend's crotch pressed against his own in the midst of their struggling. "M-Marco...!" He continued to struggle beneath his large boyfriend, though that didn't help him much. He let out a huff and pressed the palms of his hands against the blond's chest. "I said g-get off of me!"
The young man didn't have to repeat himself a third time, and soon Marco slid off of him and became content in a spot right next to him on the couch. Both of the men were equally as flustered, and now they were both silent as well.
It was perfectly normal for them to want to go at it like rabbits, so why didn't they? Well, Marco personally kept himself from going at Ace in whatever way he wanted due to their age difference. It wasn't the biggest gap that he had seen, but it was certainly notable. He loved Ace so much, but whenever he thought about the two of them getting down and dirty, it just seemed so wrong. It was one of the few things that made the phoenix lose himself to his anxiety completely, which went against his usual calm and reserved nature. As the thoughts began to surround him yet again, he started to fiddle with his favorite blue sash, which was wrapped tightly around his waist. It was a clear sign to both Ace and his brothers that he was troubled, though his brothers didn't bother Marco as much as his boyfriend did.
"Marco." Ace called out. He was obviously nervous too, now subconsciously playing with the red beads that hung around his neck. He sat there in silence after calling out the other's name. He still looked like he wanted to say something, but refrained from doing so, and instead leaned forward to kiss the older male. He gave him several kisses, one after another with extremely small breaks in between. There were no words, just the sounds of their lips mashing together before parting, followed by fast, nervous breaths. After several minutes had passed, Ace pulled away, and went to speak again just as a knock at the door interrupted him. Who could that be? Surely nobody came out this far in the storm just to see them. There was another knock, and after using his sash to hide his own excitement and tossing a couch pillow at Ace's lap, Marco responded to the strange knocking. "Come in, yoi."
