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"That's kinda gay," Ace says and you cannot contain the look of utter disbelief you give him.
"You're literally in a relationship with another man."
"And you, so it cancels out," He says and has the audacity to cross his arms across his chest. You stare at him for a moment as you, out of love for him, try to make sense of the bullshit spewing from his mouth — turning to Deuce when you're inevitably unable to.
He sits with a chunky textbook spread across his lap, a look of beet red surprise powdering his face in a gorgeous natural blush. He stares at you as if you had just dropkicked a band of delinquents right before his eyes.
"Don't tell me you agree with this idiot," You say, voice already beginning to drip with your growing disappointment in them.
"No.." Deuce begins almost cautiously as Ace shoots you an offended look, "..but I... Wh- What even brought this on in the first place?"
You shrug, laying your chin atop the pillow wrapped in your grasp as your gaze shifts downwards to the book before you — the one you haven't paid mind to since you first opened it, "It just....popped in my head randomly.. I'd say around the time Ace twisted his ankle real' bad and you were whispering in his ear while we walked him to the infirmary? It's not often I get to see you two like that so I guess it...gave me ideas.."
"Ahh, I get it now..." Ace mumbled as he nods along to your words, "You're a pervert."
You throw the pillow in your arms square at his face, a deep frown making its way across yours as you yell, "Shut up! Who asked you anyway?!"
Ace's smug laughter fills the air. You, now fuming and hot with embarrassed fury and wishing for nothing more than to smother yourself, open your mouth with the intent of changing the subject entirely when Deuce speaks first.
"If you're seriously asking... I- I could..." He mutters as he looked away from you and Ace's general direction. His hand coming up to scratch at his nape as if he were trying to peel off the layer of skin there that's been dyed pink by your confession. He could feel all eyes on him now so, without looking back, he awkwardly continues.
"I wouldn't mind it — I mean it wouldn't be that weird, right? After all, we're all....technically together and couples kiss all the time s- so—"
"—So you actually wanna kiss me...?" Ace pops the question, giving Deuce the push he needs to swing his head back around to look at him.
Ace wears a furrowed look that's slightly off from his typical look of irritation with the spark of shock etched in there. It's an expression Deuce hasn't seen enough to properly discern and a part of him internally panics at the sight of it, causing him to stammer out his next words.
"Its—! It's not like that!" He exclaims causing Ace's expression to shift slightly with displease.
"So you...don't wanna kiss me then?" He questions slowly.
"No! I- I mean, yes I do! ...W- Wait, but not like that I- I..." Deuce stutters nervously, feeling unsure as he searches for the right answer that wouldn't piss off his boyfriend in your eyes and falling in flustered, distressed silence when he's unable to find one. Ace sighs, rolling his eyes.
"Get on with it.." He finally says, gesturing him closer.
"What — really?!" Deuce throws out, eyes widening with surprise like some bunny rabbit who just got offered a carrot. The look goes straight through you and, from the looks of it, tugs at Ace's own heartstrings a little with the way his face flushes a cherry red.
"Urk-! Don't make a big deal out of it! Just...c'mere.." He snaps, but the way he reaches over to yank at the male's wrist and readily pulls him in to capture his lips gives away the eagerness that had been lurking underneath his show of judgement all along.
When they part from each other, slightly breathless, Ace looks over at you — who wears a pleased, knowing look on your face. He smiles and scoffs, allowing himself to be tugged back in by Deuce as he mutters under his breath, smiling, "Perv'.."