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Deuce was used to wearing his mask everywhere he went and people staring at him like he was the weirdo, even though many people covered their faces for events…
Like the masquerade they were attending now!
The Spade Pirates had melded into the crowd nicely and the light haired male was sitting to the side and watching over his cheerful and rowdy crew mates with a small smile, until he realized he found everyone…
…but Ace, that is.
His eyes flicked around the room, but no matter where the first mate looked, he couldn’t find his captains, usually, beaming face.
Buffet table was still intact and undisturbed, there weren't any concerned glances/whispers to random corners of the room or the floor and there were no fist fights breaking out with fire.
So his boyfriend wasn’t eating the food like an animal starved, didn’t have a narcolepsy/cataplexy attack anywhere and he wasn’t picking fights nor threatening anyone like a psychotic arsonist…
So, where was he?
“May I have this dance?” A voice asked, but Deuce barely paid it any mind as he searched for his captain. The voice sounded familiar, but he didn’t dwell on it.
“No thank you,” He nodded curtly, only for an overly warm hand to grab his wrist gently and gain his attention. “Wait a damn second—!”
When Deuce turned back around, he was met with the sight of shoulder length wavy black hair held up in an over the shoulder ponytail, his captain’s usual obnoxiously orange hat nowhere to be seen, the usual unbuttoned yellow shirt replaced with a white button up and closed to the top, black slacks in place of his usual shorts along with a soft looking cravat.
Deuce reached up a glove covered hand and brushed it against a freckle spotted cheek gently. “It looks like someone knows how to clean up.” A light flush and pout worked its way to Ace’s face and his first mate laughed softly. “I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not,” joked Ace as he wrapped his arms around Deuce’s neck. “You’ve not only rejected my offer to dance, but then insult my everyday outfit.” An exaggerated sigh as he pulled Deuce closer, a small smirk on his lips. “Unless, prove me differently.”
“Of course,” Deuce chuckled, leaning down and pressing their lips together.
Nothing else mattered in that moment except for their kiss and each other. Once they pulled away, it was like reality rushed back to them and Deuce bowed at the waist, grabbing Ace’s hand gently within his own and brushing his lips against the freckled knuckles, stifling a chuckle as Ace spluttered and reached up to pat the small fire that sprouted on his shoulder from his flustered state. “May I have this dance?”
Ace snorted, face still red, even as he looked away petulantly. “Of course, I did ask first.”
Deuce gave a small laugh as he pulled Ace onto the dance floor and they spent the rest of the evening enjoying themselves and whispering softly to one another until they returned to the ship.