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Admittedly, the pineapple human was as attractive as ever in those jeans that might have been on the tight side, but Ace would certainly have the other's naked body invading his dreams for a while. With a sudden appearance of a naked man in his kitchen, Ace was painfully reminded of how long it had in fact been since there even was a naked person beside him in the apartment.
"I'm still cold," Marco muttered, looking generally conflicted about the tight pants. They'd definitely need some new bigger clothes for him. Clothes. Right, normal people wore shirts as well; something he hadn't bothered with when getting clothes for the pineapple. Come to think of it, he only brought him the pants. No underwear or anything. Well, he'd have to work on that.
With a sigh, Ace took one last look at the blond before turning to his room and digging out a soft grey hoodie. That should fit, he figured, saddened by the fact the other would be fully covered. A shame, really, but what else could he do? Even as attractive as Marco was, Ace couldn't really act on it considering how oblivious the former pineapple was about sexual attraction and, no doubt, any emotions as well. He returned to the blond and found him still standing by the counter.
"Here," he said as he handed the hoodie to his new roommate then groaned in exasperation. "You don't know how to put it on, do you?" he asked. This was getting a bit old, honestly, since Ace's strong suit had always been stripping hot guys, not dressing them. Marco shook his head in reply and observed Ace expectantly, waiting for him to help. What the hell, Ace thought as he walked closer to the blond and took back the hoodie from the other's hands. Well, at least he couldn't call his life boring anymore.
"Lift your arms," he instructed and watched as the other obeyed without complaint, a surge of excitement rushing through him at the display of stretching muscles before his eyes. It was already clear to him that he'd be losing his mind with the odd blond if he continued that kind of behavior and it was a fairly safe bet that the other would remain as oblivious for a while. Ace lifted the hoodie and pulled it onto the blond, all the while thinking about the fact he might be stuck with a hot blond in his apartment for a really long time. Where else could he sent the guy, anyway? He wouldn't be able to make it on his own with the whole not knowing how to be human thing. He was pulling the hoodie down and over the other's all too well toned chest, finally hiding the distracting mass of muscle which should have been impossible for a former pineapple.
"There," Ace said as he observed the fully dressed man for a moment, before pulling the hoodie off again.
Shaking his head to stop the less than chaste images popping into his mind, Ace told the blond to put his arms down and handed him the hoodie yet again. "Now you do it."
Marco pouted his lips, looking at Ace with slight doubt. Really, this human should trust him a little more, as he had trusted him the entire time he'd been in this home, fruit or not. Ace could have thrown him out with the rest of the fruits in his kitchen but he had opted not to, that was trust. So could he at least trust him to have observed him enough to know how this second piece of cloth worked?
Either way, Marco shrugged it off and put his arms into the largest opening, tunneling through it until he met it's collar and stopped. There was something wrong with this contraption. Frantically he spun in the direction of amused chuckles. Fuck, Ace was watching too! This was embarrassing, humans did nothing but make embarrassing things. He wanted to be comfortable as himself, why did he have to drape such foolish things over him?
"Well that's one thing that didn't change." Ace muttered though, approaching the pineapple man and touching his side gently, to let him know that he was there.
Next he reached up and gently tugged the top of the hoodie down and over Marco's oval head and face, grinning softly at the tiniest of flush on his cheeks. He was like a big kid and it reminded him of someone else he occasionally had to get dressed that he was actually related to.
Marco averted his eyes stubbornly. He really thought at least that of human tasks he could muster, having Ace done it at least once, maybe twice during his stay. But it didn't matter, now he was slightly warmer on his top and could no longer feel his bottom. What was this referred to again on the televison? Ah, fashion.
"I don't like fashion." Marco scowled, furrowing his brows as he watched his hand vanish into the pocket in the front of this hoodie.
Ace cocked his head slightly to the side. "How the hell do you know what that means?"
The pineapple man glanced up, moving his chin to the side and gesturing to the black box in the corner, currently off.
"That used to talk to me, when you sat me there." His eyes gestured back to the counter directly across the apartment.
"Oh." Ace was baffled. This pineapple caught on fast didn't he? It was really weird but fascinating at the same time. He reached out and nudged his arm, getting his attention back. "Well don't worry about that, it's not important. What do you say about us getting you some real clothes huh?"
"I can't feel these 'legs'."
Ace face palmed. "It's fine we'll get you out of those soon enough, alright? Just bare with me for now." A chill ran down his spine however when he glanced up, catching the grin of his fruity roommate.
"That was your favorite part of that thing." He gestured once more to the television. "When it told you it'd get you out of your pants."
Ace would never admit it, but he could almost feel his face heat up and a blush form. That's right, he did things that would be considered weird to people, but really. How could he have known that a discount pineapple would turn into a hot guy?! And the damn bastard seemed to be less oblivious that Ace had presumed at first, judging from the predatory grin on the blond's face.
"Come on, we're going for a walk," Ace said, needed the walk in the chilly air more to act as a cold shower than to actually walk, but the blond didn't need to know that. He was smug enough already for a former pineapple. Though, the fact the blond learned about all things sexual from observing Ace and his choice of adult movies could benefit him eventually... No! Ace mentally slapped himself and quickly disappeared into the hall before another blush possibly broke out.
Fortunately for his sanity, Ace managed to find some boots big enough for the damn pineapple and a jacket so he wouldn't freeze, or worse, try to cuddle him at random times in random places. If only Ace wasn't a cuddler himself; it was only worse when he wanted to give in to temptation. But he couldn't, the pineapple needed a different introduction to the human race. Not like he hadn't seen enough of Ace's perverted side already. He swore he would never forgive himself for jerking off in front of a fruit for three weeks and he would definitely never do it again. God forbid he gets stuck with another fruit human. Could that even happen?
That does it, Ace grabbed the boots and jacket with a grumble, deciding to never buy fruit ever again. The blond seemed to notice the irritation on the freckled face, though, and he was in front of the man in no time.
"Are you okay? We don't have to go out if you don't want to," he said, his hands casually caressing Ace's suddenly abnormally hot cheeks as he stared at the blond with his mouth agape. Kissing him would be so easy... Ace thought for a moment, but snapped out of it just as quickly as he had been caught by the blond.
"No, you need clothes that fit. We're going," Ace said with a grumpy huff and dropped the boots in front of Marco, leaving his side only to get a pair of socks. "You know how to put these on?" he asked skeptically, but sighed in relief when Marco nodded. Even if it was with a face that suggested Ace was a complete moron. People might think he was, dressing a pineapple and all.
After needing only a bit of help with shoelaces, and Ace really didn't hold that one against the other, they made their way out into the sunny, but still fairly cold air. As they walked in silence, the blond looking around in amazement, Ace noticed probably the millionth mistake of the day; he would probably have to dress the blond once they found him some clothes to try on.