This was for dragonsnightmare on tumblr. It was the penpal prompt. I hope you enjoy!
Hi Marco,
You might not hear from me for awhile. Just thought I should let you know. Don't worry, I'll sort everything out ******* soon. Your letters are ************* mean a lot to me, but you shouldn't reply to this until you hear from me. With everything else, I'll be moving, so I wouldn't get them anyway.
****Your friend,
Ace
Marco sighed as he finished reading the letter for maybe the thousandth time since he'd gotten it two months ago. It had arrived already wrinkled and smudged and had what Marco hoped both were and were not tear stains, depending on his mood. By this point, it was a wonder he could still make out the words. Marco had tried all of the tricks he found on the internet to figure out what was scratched out but to no avail.
He was pretty sure Ace had almost signed it with love, but that was all he got. Even that could just be wishful thinking. He took off his reading glasses, trying to focus on the news and put such thoughts aside. It didn't really help, since he had the letter memorized.
His family was starting to get worried about him. Thatch had told him the other day that he needed to get over Ace. After all, they'd never even met. He didn't even know what Ace looked like, since they'd never gotten around to exchanging pictures. Marco smiled wistfully, remembering how mad he'd been at Izo when he'd signed Marco up for a random penpal. Now two years later, he was pining away for a man he'd never met, whom he had no way of contacting, or even knowing for sure if he was alright. The letter sure didn't sound like everything was alright.
Ace wasn't too good at hiding his feelings, even through letters, so Marco had been certain he'd returned his feelings. Marco had been just about to insist that they meet each other when the final letter had arrived.
Marco huffed at his morse thoughts and threw the letter into the drawer where he kept all of Ace's letters, slamming it shut. It was too late to dwell on such things. He should just go to bed.
He'd just pulled off his shirt when the doorbell rang. Marco sighed in irritation. At this hour it had to be Thatch.
"Why can't that idiot ever make it to his house when he's drunk? Mine is no closer..." Marco muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, not bothering to put on a shirt. He opened the door without looking.
"Damn it, Thatch! Go home when-" Marco cut off abruptly at the realization that young man on his doorstep was most definitely not Thatch. Disheveled black hair framed his freckled face, and piercing grey eyes stared at Marco warily. The black T-shirt he was wearing hugged his torso tightly, allowing Marco to clearly see his well defined abs. Despite Marco's earlier depression he couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.
"Um... Sorry to bother you so late, but is Marco here?" The man shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot, biting his lower lip. He adjusted the backpack slung over one shoulder, as he examined Marco curiously.
"I'm Marco, yoi. Can I help you?" The man's eyes widened, and he stood completely still for first time since Marco opened the door.
"M-Marco?" He dropped his backpack to the ground as he reached towards Marco then obviously thought better of the gesture. "It's Ace... I'm so sorr-"
Before he could finish the apology, Marco grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into his arms cutting off his exclamation of surprise by pressing their lips firmly together. He shouldn't he knew, since he didn't know Ace's feelings, but he couldn't help himself. Ace was here.
His vague concerns were completely banished when Ace simply melted into him like all the tension of whatever had kept him busy these two months was completely gone and his eyes fluttered closed. Marco couldn't bring himself to close his eyes just yet, wanting to burn the image of Ace into his mind.
Ace wrapped an arm around Marco's neck, and slid his other hand teasingly down Marco's bare chest. Marco gasped as Ace passed lightly over his nipple, letting Ace slip his tongue into his mouth. Marco bite it lightly, making Ace groan, before returning the gesture. The kiss deepened, both of them completely forgetting they were on his front stoop for anyone to see.
Marco let his hands wander down Ace's back, coming to rest on his hips, as their tongues continued to caresses each other. He pulled Ace tightly against him, relishing in the contact he'd been longing for for well over a year. Ace seemed to feel the same way, both hands clutched tightly in Marco' hair.
Eventually, they had to part for air. Marco rested his head in the crook of Ace's neck, content to just breath in his scent. They panted heavily as a comfortable silence fell over them.
When he had caught his breath, Ace said "We should probably go inside. The neighbors..." He slowly untangled himself from Marco and picked up his bag. "That is if you want me to. I could go. I don't want to bother you or anything."
Marco chuckled, feeling more relaxed than he had in months and grabbed Ace's wrist, dragging him inside before closing and locking the door.
"After that you still think I'm going to let you out of my sight? Especially, since you disappeared for months. Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He guided Ace to the couch and sat next to him, keeping his light hold on to Ace's wrist. He'd be happy if he never had to let go.
"I'm really sorry about that." Ace grinned at him sheepishly, then yawned.
"You can tell me about it in the morning, yoi." Macro smiled at him, unable to keep a grin from his face at Ace's sleepy expression. "For now, let's just go to bed."
