[HE WISHES HE WAS AS BRAVE/BOLD AS HE COULD BE WITH FAYE.]
[But he's not. And for a brief minute he wonders if he just actually LIKES Portgas more, so there's more to lose with scaring him, and with Faye, he already stepped aside for 3 different guys who fell flat. That's funny, isn't it? He stepped aside for Faye, and only up to the plate when everyone else fucked up... and he doesn't even want to let anyone else TRY with Portgas.]
[WTF IS THAT ABOUT?!]
[He finishes the rum.]
[EYES PORTGAS.]
[It's not that he thinks with his dick. He doesn't.]
[Stupid fucking pirate.]
[Smoker doesn't think with his cock, but fuck if he remembers what they were talking about. Namur? Work? Jobs? Whatever it was, it was clear Portgas was distracting him. AND IT WORKED.]
[All right fine. But Smoker needs to say something. Something cool. And not a lie that would actually hurt the idiot brat like "I wouldn't have fucked you if I'd known you were a virgin" because that would hurt Portgas and make Smoker hate himself, and with Smoker's luck, Portgas would go sleep with someone, regret it, and it'd be Smoker's fault.]
[Oh, he took the bait. And so well, shit. Ace couldn't have asked for a better reaction.
Ace is gonna play up the naughty virgin route without an ounce of discomfort, he looks to the side and catches his lower lip between his teeth, so deep in thought.] See, I don't even know half of what we could do. I haven't even had so much as a finger inside of me. Nothing in my mouth, no mouths on me. It's all new and I'm gonna want you to go all out. [Streeeeeeetch, he's going to milk this for all it's worth.] You're a rough kinda guy, too. I'm gonna have to make sure I've got the next day off, 'cause I don't know how well I'll be walking once you're done with me.
[Smoker groans and slams his head on the table, luckily not breaking either, because they're expensive to replace.]
[HE TOLD NAMUR FAYE WAS KILLING HIM WITH JUST SUCKING ON CIGARS AND CALLING HIM IN THE BATH-TUB.]
[No no no no. THERE IS NO WAY PORTGAS IS INNOCENT.]
[He grinds his teeth HARD on the cigar, and his hands are just absolutely shaking.]
[Fuck. He needs...]
[Not more booze.]
[That's for sure.]
[He heads downstairs, makes sure everything's locked, and the dogs aren't in the garage, and slides himself under a bike.]
[THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH PORTGAS... was to ignore him.]
[AND FUCK THAT IS SO MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE AND IF HE DOES PORTGAS WILL ESCALATE.]
[And if he hangs up, Portgas will know Smoker is freaking out and consider it a win, and just escalate.]
That so?
[Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy at least his voice is steady.]
[And shakey hands or not, Smoker gets started on a bike, propping the comm over his head so he can glance over, but mostly just listen.]
[Now SMOKER is sucking on his cigars and trying VERY VERY hard not to remember things.]
[Fuck he hates him.]
Would you rather rough or gentle?
[Lalala he's not asking FOR HIM PERSONALLY, just for others. Because maybe Portgas will date someone else. And Smoker will not totally murder them. A little. A lot. Very murder.]
You should probably--
[SMOKER'S TONGUE STICKS TO THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH.]
[What? Go after someone who will remind Portgas he's safe and loved and well-cared for? He had that with his family. What the fuck DID Portgas see in Smoker? Not just danger, but...]
[God he hates him sometimes.]
Portgas!!!
[IRRITATED GROWL AND GLARES AT THE COMM.]
[What can he even say? That Portgas is succeeding again at getting into his head and flooding out rational thought? The bad part is... Smoker likes it!]
[Another groan and he whacks his own forehead with a wrench.]
Good job, brat. I'm going to want to murder anyone who touches you before me. I sure hope you meant to do that. [AT LEAST IT IS FAIR WARNING?!?!?!?]
[Score one for team Ace, this is an even better reaction than he could have dreamed of, and he's all but high on a power trip over making this goddamn fucking powerful Marine freak out over the idea of sex with him, and seeing him uncomfortable with how much he wants Ace.
But that question, though...] Be a little gentle on me at first, don't break me. I mean, everyone says that it hurts at first, so you gotta give me a little time to get used to it. [His voice does not betray him or show how amused he is, he just sounds interested and maybe a little excited.] Especially if you're packing something impressive. I don't remember, so it's not like I've got anything to go on.
[He honestly at this point has no intention on actually really going through with this, it's all teasing and meant to get something out of Smoker. But he's sure as hell going to go on about it like he's all but waiting for the day. And he smirks at the way that his last name is spoken, it might as well be a curse, and it's just another show that he's unhinging him a little more.
But then fuck. Smoker throws something at him that makes his cheeks go pink again and he loses all of his bravado and acting in the name of real and honest excitement and appeal.
I'm going to want to murder anyone who touches you before me.
Possessiveness is apparently something he enjoys. Who knew? And Ace loses the upper hand again, because that's hot as hell and it makes him feel wanted. And he likes the idea of someone desiring him so much that they'd consider violence for him.]
Yeah brat. I won't hurt you. Or even let you hurt yourself. Not until you know exactly what you want, and even then, every time you think you're going to lose control, explode, and hurt everyone you ever loved or touched, I'll be right there to wrap around you and stop you from hurting anyone, even yourself. [His promise to the first Ace, though a lot of it was unspoken.]
And anyway, if you didn't enjoy it, if you didn't want it so much, crave it like a merciless addiction that wouldn't leave you alone, so you thought about it day and night, and try though you might, you couldn't get it out of your head. If you weren't so ecstatic you were screaming my name so loudly that even soundproofing my bedroom for you wasn't enough, if you weren't consistently weak at the knees just remembering--
Then I wouldn't be able to fucking look at myself in the mirror.
I am the best at what I do Portgas. Never forget that. [Cranking on bolts again like he didn't just say something meaningful or... well not sexy... but whatever. Significant.]
[Ace makes a sound that is suspiciously close to a squeak, and he doesn't know what to say to any of what Smoker has said at first. Because it's too good, too real sounding, too hot. It screams out protection and loving sex and a level of emotional depth and pleasure that Ace was not really equating into things. Things that Ace does not feel like he deserves, and if he was any drunker or any further into his stay here he'd throw himself into a situation that he's really not ready for.
Nor did he really know how much he'd be affected by hearing things like that.]
[Somehow this just makes him want to play up the act more so he can stay in power here. Nope, not affected by what Smoker said personally, stick with the game, stick with the game.] Well, you'd better be ready to show me all of that again. I'm not gonna settle for less, and if you want me to be good boy and keep my legs closed until you're ready? I need a promise of all that good and more.
[Ace's voice is suddenly breathy, he sounds aroused, and he's going to make it so that Smoker can't ignore him or use that damn bolt to distract himself.] And tonight, when I'm done with work, I'm gonna practice for you. Get used to the feeling of having something inside of me. I'm gonna think about what you said, what you used to do to me, and I'm gonna-[There's the sound of a door slamming open, and Marco can be heard barging in, something about fireworks might be able to be sounded out from the overruling noise of Ace freaking the fuck out.
Ace scrambles and shuts off the phone, sliding off of his bed as he does so. Fuck. That wasn't how it was supposed to end. Point to Smoker, this round.]
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[And fuck the justice scales, there's another set of UN-justice scales. One side is Portgas fingering himself, the other side is Smoker using his smoke on Faye.]
[He should...]
[Something.]
[A drink.]
[He is going to drink until he can't see straight.]
[Because there is no way he trusts himself to sleep.]
[Keep his legs closed...]
[Smoker just shakes his head.]
[He shouldn't want to kill anyone else who notices Portgas sexually. It was inevitable. Someone always did and would, and Portgas could have anyone.]
[His head's spinning and he hasn't even drunken much yet. Time to get blitzed.]
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[But he's not. And for a brief minute he wonders if he just actually LIKES Portgas more, so there's more to lose with scaring him, and with Faye, he already stepped aside for 3 different guys who fell flat. That's funny, isn't it? He stepped aside for Faye, and only up to the plate when everyone else fucked up... and he doesn't even want to let anyone else TRY with Portgas.]
[WTF IS THAT ABOUT?!]
[He finishes the rum.]
[EYES PORTGAS.]
[It's not that he thinks with his dick. He doesn't.]
[Stupid fucking pirate.]
[Smoker doesn't think with his cock, but fuck if he remembers what they were talking about. Namur? Work? Jobs? Whatever it was, it was clear Portgas was distracting him. AND IT WORKED.]
[All right fine. But Smoker needs to say something. Something cool. And not a lie that would actually hurt the idiot brat like "I wouldn't have fucked you if I'd known you were a virgin" because that would hurt Portgas and make Smoker hate himself, and with Smoker's luck, Portgas would go sleep with someone, regret it, and it'd be Smoker's fault.]
[Fucking fantastic.]
[All right.]
What kind of virginity are you hoping I'll take?
[..................................................................]
[THAT WAS NOT IT!!!!]
[THAT WAS NOT THE RIGHT RESPONSE!!!!!!]
[EGGING PORTGAS ON IS NEVER THE RIGHT THING TO DO. NOT EVER!!!!]
[If Smoker could time travel in his own timeline... he'd beat the absolute shit out of himself.]
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Ace is gonna play up the naughty virgin route without an ounce of discomfort, he looks to the side and catches his lower lip between his teeth, so deep in thought.] See, I don't even know half of what we could do. I haven't even had so much as a finger inside of me. Nothing in my mouth, no mouths on me. It's all new and I'm gonna want you to go all out. [Streeeeeeetch, he's going to milk this for all it's worth.] You're a rough kinda guy, too. I'm gonna have to make sure I've got the next day off, 'cause I don't know how well I'll be walking once you're done with me.
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[Fuck.]
[SO MUCH FUCK.]
[Smoker groans and slams his head on the table, luckily not breaking either, because they're expensive to replace.]
[HE TOLD NAMUR FAYE WAS KILLING HIM WITH JUST SUCKING ON CIGARS AND CALLING HIM IN THE BATH-TUB.]
[No no no no. THERE IS NO WAY PORTGAS IS INNOCENT.]
[He grinds his teeth HARD on the cigar, and his hands are just absolutely shaking.]
[Fuck. He needs...]
[Not more booze.]
[That's for sure.]
[He heads downstairs, makes sure everything's locked, and the dogs aren't in the garage, and slides himself under a bike.]
[THE ONLY WAY TO DEAL WITH PORTGAS... was to ignore him.]
[AND FUCK THAT IS SO MUCH EASIER SAID THAN DONE AND IF HE DOES PORTGAS WILL ESCALATE.]
[And if he hangs up, Portgas will know Smoker is freaking out and consider it a win, and just escalate.]
That so?
[Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy at least his voice is steady.]
[And shakey hands or not, Smoker gets started on a bike, propping the comm over his head so he can glance over, but mostly just listen.]
[Now SMOKER is sucking on his cigars and trying VERY VERY hard not to remember things.]
[Fuck he hates him.]
Would you rather rough or gentle?
[Lalala he's not asking FOR HIM PERSONALLY, just for others. Because maybe Portgas will date someone else.
And Smoker will not totally murder them. A little. A lot. Very murder.]You should probably--
[SMOKER'S TONGUE STICKS TO THE ROOF OF HIS MOUTH.]
[What? Go after someone who will remind Portgas he's safe and loved and well-cared for? He had that with his family. What the fuck DID Portgas see in Smoker? Not just danger, but...]
[God he hates him sometimes.]
Portgas!!!
[IRRITATED GROWL AND GLARES AT THE COMM.]
[What can he even say? That Portgas is succeeding again at getting into his head and flooding out rational thought? The bad part is... Smoker likes it!]
[Another groan and he whacks his own forehead with a wrench.]
Good job, brat. I'm going to want to murder anyone who touches you before me. I sure hope you meant to do that. [AT LEAST IT IS FAIR WARNING?!?!?!?]
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But that question, though...] Be a little gentle on me at first, don't break me. I mean, everyone says that it hurts at first, so you gotta give me a little time to get used to it. [His voice does not betray him or show how amused he is, he just sounds interested and maybe a little excited.] Especially if you're packing something impressive. I don't remember, so it's not like I've got anything to go on.
[He honestly at this point has no intention on actually really going through with this, it's all teasing and meant to get something out of Smoker. But he's sure as hell going to go on about it like he's all but waiting for the day. And he smirks at the way that his last name is spoken, it might as well be a curse, and it's just another show that he's unhinging him a little more.
But then fuck. Smoker throws something at him that makes his cheeks go pink again and he loses all of his bravado and acting in the name of real and honest excitement and appeal.
I'm going to want to murder anyone who touches you before me.
Possessiveness is apparently something he enjoys. Who knew? And Ace loses the upper hand again, because that's hot as hell and it makes him feel wanted. And he likes the idea of someone desiring him so much that they'd consider violence for him.]
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And anyway, if you didn't enjoy it, if you didn't want it so much, crave it like a merciless addiction that wouldn't leave you alone, so you thought about it day and night, and try though you might, you couldn't get it out of your head. If you weren't so ecstatic you were screaming my name so loudly that even soundproofing my bedroom for you wasn't enough, if you weren't consistently weak at the knees just remembering--
Then I wouldn't be able to fucking look at myself in the mirror.
I am the best at what I do Portgas. Never forget that. [Cranking on bolts again like he didn't just say something meaningful or... well not sexy... but whatever. Significant.]
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Nor did he really know how much he'd be affected by hearing things like that.]
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Ace scrambles and shuts off the phone, sliding off of his bed as he does so. Fuck. That wasn't how it was supposed to end. Point to Smoker, this round.]
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[Smoker is so red.]
[And trying to weigh scales of justice in head.]
[And fuck the justice scales, there's another set of UN-justice scales. One side is Portgas fingering himself, the other side is Smoker using his smoke on Faye.]
[He should...]
[Something.]
[A drink.]
[He is going to drink until he can't see straight.]
[Because there is no way he trusts himself to sleep.]
[Keep his legs closed...]
[Smoker just shakes his head.]
[He shouldn't want to kill anyone else who notices Portgas sexually. It was inevitable. Someone always did and would, and Portgas could have anyone.]
[His head's spinning and he hasn't even drunken much yet. Time to get blitzed.]