Nights Like These

A little extra

Someone on Ao3 was curious about the morning after, so there you have it. A little extra that may include badly explained feelings and steamy morning sex

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Morning came in the form of bright sunlight streaming down his face. Last night a blur as Marco lifts his tired body from the bed, eyes closed as he blindly reaches for the curtains he forgot to close before going to bed. His head pounding as a mild hangover makes itself present, confirming once again that last night's brew most certainly was some good stuff.

As Marco blindly tries to reach for the curtain he notices how there is a weight settled upon his chest. He opens his eye to look at the offending object but to no avail, the bright light too much for his hungover eyes to handle and he snaps them closed immediately. A tentative hand touching the comforting weight that has nestled itself snugly on top of him and against his side. His hand moving through something Marco can only describe as an unruly bedhead.

The warm flesh against his own making him remember last night's events. How the freckled boy so shyly yet determined asked to touch him and how that escalated into an amazingly good fuck for Marco. With the whole pirate life and all you don't get to stop at many island and not many islands hold women or men that are interested in pirates, so sex is something they all carve but almost never get.

Some crews don't allow sexual activities between crew mates whereas others don't bat an eye to things like that. The Whitebeard pirates are the last case, all is well unless the sex causes fights or disagreements between their crew, in that case they are asked to stop in a not all too friendly way.

However to actually wake up next to the person he—in the privacy of his own mind—had some fun and lonely nights with, is a little... weird.

Even if last night happened, judging from the pleasurable burn at his ass it certainly did happen, this was only something he imagined when solidarity was his only companion during the night and the morning after. To have a warm body next to him and hold him tightly. To have someone to love him in another way than the brotherly love on this ship. Finding someone he can love and who will answer his love.

For someone who woke up hungover and tired after a drunken night, who also had the most mind-blowing sex in a long time, Marco turns into quite the lonely romantic right now. He can't help but snort at his own stupid thinking, wondering what made him become such a softie, while underneath the blanket that is wrapped tightly around the two bodies, he's all but soft. And a squirming Ace against his side is enough for Marco to figure out he isn't the only one with this problem.

Last night ended very abrupt with Ace falling asleep almost instantly after climaxing. But Marco had to admit, he did push the boy last night. Not that he needed it as his confidence picked up pretty quickly and his natural cocky attitude showed it's true colors during what turned out to be one of the best nights Marco has ever had. Even while inexperienced, it just felt so right, so good, and he couldn't get enough of everything that's Ace.

Sleepy mumbles take him back to the present, which is a good thing because dwelling any longer on last night will most definitely end in stained underwear. Ace groggily waking up, onyx eyes laced with sleep as he unfocusedly scans the room, face set in a frown as it seems the boy is confused. Marco continues the casually lay down, intrigued orbs following the younger's movements as he slowly seems to wake up from his sleep induced mind.

The beautifully, glazed over, onyx eyes nearly bulging from his sockets as Ace registers where he is and whom he is cuddling—also drooling on but let's not linger on that fact. "Wh-wha.. Marco?!" His voice lightly slurred and squeaky, palm of his hand digging in his eye as to wipe away all leftover sleep.