And here, ladies and (possibly also) gentlemen, you have a drabble for Day 2 of MarcoAce Week! I thank thee for all of thy reviews and favorites and follows, and hope that at least some readers will come back for more ^^
Marco sighed as Ace's soft snores reached his ears. He turned his head to look at the boy lying next to him on the bed, facing the wall, and let his mind wander as his hand reached out to card through those black as night strands.
Ace was young. So, so young. Too young for him.
Well, it was a little too late to think about that now, seeing as they'd spent half of the night having sex.
But Marco still couldn't get rid of the worries plaguing his mind. Ace was only 18 years old. And he was, what, over twice his age? Ace might easily change his mind as to who he wants to be with. He could go after someone his own age and forget about him.
It's what Marco was most afraid of. That he would be, once more, left alone. Slowly, he pushed himself into sitting position. The covers fell from his naked chest, gathering in his lap. He was about to throw one leg over the bed when a quiet moan reached his ears. He felt Ace turning under the covers to face him, but Marco didn't dare look at that beautiful freckled face he was so mesmerized by.
"Where're you goin'?" Ace muttered, voice weighed down with sleepiness. Marco sighed again.
"Nowhere in particular. Go back to sleep." He tried to stand up, but a hand around his stomach pulled him back down.
"'M not doin' nothin' till you tell me whazz wrong." Marco lay back down on the bed and turned to face the young Second Division Commander. His freckles were more prominent than usual, courtesy of the moonlight coming in through the porthole in Marco's bedroom. A few strands of hair had fallen over his face, and his eyes were constantly slipping shut. Marco reached out his hand to tuck those few loose lengths of hair behind Ace's ear and smiled as his lover hummed in approval. Ace moved to lay his head on Marco's muscled chest. In turn, the older man wrapped an arm around him, burying his face in that soft black hair.
"So? Wazz 'rong?" Ace asked again. Marco shook his head slightly. After a few moments he felt Ace shrug.
"I love you, Marco", he murmured in a moment of sleepy boldness.
Marco's heart suddenly became much lighter. Maybe, just this once, he could enjoy being with a person he loved without thinking of the consequences that that love might have. His smile turned more sincere as he answered.
"I love you, too, Ace."
Yeah... I have no idea what I did there...