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“Deuce? Where are your freckles?” Deuce always knew that being associated with Ace meant a lot of odd things. From getting lost on newfound islands, to being chased about due to his captain stealing a little more than necessary, Ace always found a way to make things interesting. Yet, that didn't mean Deuce was always prepared for the other man’s antics.
“What are you talking about?” He allowed his voice to trail off with a sigh, annoyance laced in his tone as he slowly looked towards the man laying next to him. They were supposed to be stargazing, yet the peace always seemed to be disturbed by one question or another.
Deuce watched as Ace slowly repositioned himself, arms snaking around the back of his neck, and legs crossing as he continued to stare up at the little twinkling balls of light. He seemed so entranced, thinking deeply as his eyes sparkled in front of Deuce’s gaze.
“Well, I have freckles.” Ace spoke so matter-of-factly, turning slowly in order to turn his mystified gaze towards Deuce. It was as if nothing could stand in the way of his odd logic, and Deuce believed that was somewhat true. After all, how could one dismantle such crazy sentiments?
“Yeah, you do. So?” Deuce slowly moved so he could lay on his side. The gap between both men grew smaller with each movement, their noses just barely rubbing against one another as they gravitated towards each other.
“Well, I have freckles, but you don't. Why is that? I thought everyone had freckles.” Deuce could practically feel each little breath on his skin, tickling his senses as brown eyes burrowed into him. It was such an intimate moment, and it was one that didn't suit the conversation being held.
“Ace, not everyone has freckles.” Deuce spoke quietly, fear of spooking the other man taking priority over everything else. Of course, his efforts went unnoticed, as Ace instead just casually shrugged him off.
“Really? I assumed everyone else just had them hidden or something.” Without warning Ace pulled away, rolling back onto his back so he could continue looking up at the sky. “It's a shame you don't have any freckles. Even the sky has freckles.” Ace seemed happy at his words, humming to himself in delight as his brown eyes scanned over the stars.
“Yeah, so it does.” Only Ace would call the stars freckles, and Deuce didn't mind it whatsoever.