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Deuce Spade smirked at Ace Trappola, his roommate, best friend, and year-long (one-sided) crush. "So you mean to tell me... I know your crush?!"
Ace grinned. "Very well, actually! You were talking to him today!"
Deuce's mind raced just as fast as the clock before bedtime. They had six and a half minutes until lights out at 10:00 PM, according to Heartslabyul rule #236. "RIDDLE??"
Ace rolled his eyes. "The house warden? Really? Everyone from here to ramshackle can tell he has it down bad for Floyd, even if he won't admit it."
"True, true..." muttered Deuce, still trying to deduce who it could possibly be. "Uhhh... Yuu?"
"They're attractive I guess, but not my crush. This person I've liked for even longer."
Deuce frowned, thinking intensely. All of a sudden the clock ticked loudly. It was ten. Deuce sighed, climbing into his bed as Ace did the same.
"Better luck tomorrow, I guess," Ace said with a lopsided smile. "'Night."
"Good night," Deuce replied, smiling.
However, Deuce lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't fall asleep, his thoughts plagued with memories of Ace. His smile, his laughter, his touch... everything about him...
Deuce sighed, getting out of bed to stare out the window. At this point it was almost twelve in the morning. It was a full moon, and the gorgeous shine lit up the courtyard below, covering the red roses in a lustrous sheen. Deuce turned back to look at Ace, who was sleeping peacefully, his body basking in the pale moonlight.
He just looked so... kissable.
Making up his mind, Deuce quietly marched over to Ace and kissed his best friend's forehead.
Right as he was about to turn back around, there was a snort from below him. "You missed," Ace muttered, rolling his eyes with a soft grin.
Before it even sunk into the stunned Deuce's mind that Ace was conscious for that kiss, the ginger boy had sat up and was grabbing Deuce's shirt, pulling him into a real kiss, one on the lips. Deuce's eyes widened, his brain completely malfunctioning as his lips tingled with pleasure. He sank into the bed next to Ace, grasping his roommate's shoulders like he would turn into a runaway balloon at a three year old's birthday party if he didn't (truth be told, this was most likely true).
Ace and Deuce broke free, breathless, both sitting on Ace's messy bed and gripping each other's shoulders.
"That was... wow." Deuce's voice was barely a whisper, his blush warming his face.
"Wanna take a stab at guessing my crush now?" Ace chuckled.
"Uhhh..." Deuce trailed off. "WAIT A SECOND. ME???"
Ace nodded vigorously, rolling his eyes yet again in amusement.
"But... you said I was talking to them today!"
"I caught ya talking to yourself while you were studying for our potionology quiz tomorrow." At this point Ace was full on laughing, so much so that Deuce had to slap his hand over Ace's mouth in order to at least make at attempt to quiet down. It was the middle of the night, after all.
Getting a mischievous glint in his eye, Ace slowly flicked out his tongue, licking Deuce's finger.
Furiously blushing, Deuce snatched his hand back as Ace fell backwards, cackling.
"That wasn't funny!" Deuce tried to say, but his voice was muffled by the pillow he had buried his face in.
Ace laughed for a little longer before slowly bringing the sexy- uhh, LOUD noise to a stop. He smiled gently, taking Deuce's hand in his. "Listen, Juice."
"It's Deuce," Deuce muttered, but still met Ace's eyes.
"I really want this to be something. More than anything you could know. What do you say? Will you be my boyfriend?"
Deuce gave a small smile. "I say... let's make it official!"
"YAY!!" Ace pumped his fist in the air before bringing Deuce into a tight squeeze, leaving the poor boy even more flustered than he had been before.
Deuce began to stand up, but a hand clasped around his wrist. "Now where do you think you're going?" Ace asked, frowning a little.
"Um... back to my bed? Rule number-"
"Rules, shmools," Ace said flippantly, dragging Deuce back down onto the bed. "I don't give a damn! Riddle can go whine to Floyd if he needs to!"
This got a surprised laugh out of Deuce, and he settled in next to his boyfriend, smiling the whole time. Safe to say, they both got a great night's sleep.
Sure, Riddle woke them up by banging loudly on the door, collaring them, and putting them on Heartslabyul dish duty for a week, but he also said congratulations to them for "pulling their heads out of their asses", so it was a win-win.
And though they were punished, they served their punishments together, like the dynamic duo they were.
Except... there was more kissing.
That was definitely a bonus.
Deuce was all here for that.