Ace would be leaving in two weeks, and Ronnie decided during that time he would win him over. This was all an effort in vain because Ace himself didn’t know what he wanted or even if he was allowed to like anything or anyone.

Ronnie spent the rest of his vacation with Ace and spent a lot of time inside of him as well. After three days of this, at one point Ronnie just stayed, as they both knew he would be there the next day anyway, and Ace didn’t even notice when he never went home until the ninth day.

Ace felt a rush of rebellion as they had sex in various parts of the house, and Ronnie started to wonder what kind of things Ace had done when they weren’t together. Sometimes he would think about it during sex and it would make him irrationally aggressive and jealous, but Ace was too oblivious to notice.

At night, after they went out for the day, argued, made up, had sex, and argued again they would finally talk to each other instead of trying to tear each other's clothes off or tear each other's faces off.

They lay in bed and Ace grumbled incoherently about something in the pillow and Ronnie knew he was throwing another tantrum.

Ronnie let him mutter strange things to himself until he was finally done. He had a wild grin on his face as Ace finally turned around to look at him.

It was dark and the only light that came in was from the moonlight. It filtered through the windowless drapes, and Ronnie decided to instill gay panic.

“How long have those windows not had drapes,” Ronnie asked.

“‘Dunno,” Ace grunted. “Broke the blinds too.”

“Man, the neighbors must have seen us go at it every night,” Ronnie wondered aloud, in fake concern. Ronnie loved to tease Ace daily because he long realized that it was quite easy.

"Oh no," Ace whispered. He covered his entire body and face in the blankets, hoping that he could disappear forever and never come out. Ronnie didn't care what his neighbors thought, even if they had seen them have sex, and assumed if they didn't want to see if they could just close their blinds.

“You have to come out sometime,” Ronnie snickered. Ace said nothing, and then suddenly the joke dawned on him.

“Fuck you….”

“I prefer it the other way,” Ronnie jeered. Ace was easily riled up and Ronnie loved every moment of it. Ace complained about various things, and soon none of them had anything to do with the topic at hand, and Ronnie took off the sheets. Ace grimaced up at him, and Ronnie grinned.

“I’m serious about both by the way,” Ronnie explained. Ace turned red and covered his face in shame.

“Go away,” he groaned.

“No,” Ronnie sighed. “You’re my mobile, nighttime heater.”

He slid down and covered the blankets over the both of them, and Ace relaxed again as he held him close. “Don’t be grumpy,” Ronnie teased. “We can always argue about nothing in the morning.”

Ace was again embarrassed and said nothing. He simply burrowed his face into Ronnie’s chest, and Ronnie laughed. Again they kissed under the blankets and soon it led to more than kissing.

Just as Ronnie predicted the cycle of arguing about nothing, making up, going out together, and having sex repeated itself.

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Ace shuddered when Ronnie stuck his hand down underneath the covers, moving his wrist in just the way he liked it. Ace gripped Ronnie’s shoulders and moaned. He no longer could kiss him, overwhelmed by the pleasure, and simply closed his eyes and tried not to come first.

Ronnie was happy to continue their cycle towards nothing and nowhere. He pushed Ace down and took him all in, loving the sounds he made. Ace moaned louder, the feeling of the cold piercing making it more sensual. He went deeper, and Ace gripped the sheets as he hit the back of Ronnie’s throat.

Ronnie was an expert in everything to do with Ace’s body and knew how he liked it. He looked up at Ace and saw that he was gritting his teeth, and knew he was ready. With a wet pop, Ronnie released him and Ace gasped, wanting more. He shivered as Ronnie stood up and wiped the spit off his mouth.

Now his mouth was between Ace’s cheeks. Every lick made him shudder and when his tongue went inside Ace’s hole it made his eyes water and his dick twitch. Slurping loud and going deeper, Ace tried to stifle his cries of pleasure.

Ronnie lowered his pants and Ace slid forward, greedy and expectant. They both grunted and Ace's legs shake. Ronnie wondered why it wasn't working, and he looked down. They were so excited that they had forgotten lube.

After finally getting some, Ronnie took great joy in tormenting Ace. They were naked and red, sweaty, and getting louder. Ronnie jerked his hand in and out of him and Ace stuck his face in the pillow, trying not to make a sound. Trembling and shaking Ace moaned into the pillow and got precum all over his blue sheets.

“It's alright if you’re shy,” Ronnie mumbled. “I already know how you like it anyway.”

He did and knew that he liked it from behind best. Ace whimpered as Ronnie entered him, and let out a sigh when started moving. Ace felt something strange every time he went in and soon realized that he was pierced down there as well.

Ace was now very vocal, and Ronnie was enjoying every minute of it.

He grabbed Ace by his legs and spread them wider, going deeper. He hit the bottom and Ace now started to yell for more. Ronnie grunted with every thrust, breathing hard and sweating. Ace relaxed and closed his eyes. He moaned deep and low and felt something wet in his hole.

Ronnie saw that Ace had come from his behind, and it only aroused him even more. Ace had checked out, mumbling and enjoying the pleasure, relaxing and letting Ronnie do as he pleased.

He yelped as Ronnie started to smack his behind, but didn’t want him to stop. Ronnie kept smacking him, and Ace only shuddered as the sounds of his cheeks and the pain aroused him even more.

Ronnie wanted to see what else he would let him do. He pulled out and Ace shuddered. He shrieked as Ronnie pulled him to the side of the bed. He bent him over the bed, and Ronnie entered him again.

Ace cried and made a strange sound as he did, and found it difficult to keep his legs up. Ronnie shuddered and held him up by his hips as he fucked him while standing, and didn’t want to come yet but knew he was close.

“Ronnie,” Ace whimpered. “You’re good. So good.”

This just made Ronnie go faster and Ace’s entire body shook as he came for a second time.

Drool came out of his mouth and so did a few tears. Again Ace came from his hole, and Ronnie felt manly that he could make him feel so good. Ace was sloppy inside now and Ronnie couldn’t hold back anymore. The sounds of him smacking against him, the bed creaking, the sloppy sounds and whimpers added to the eroticism and he didn’t want to hold it in any longer.

He let out loud grunts and gave short thrusts as he came, blowing air out of his nose and baring his teeth. Ronnie’s eyes went wide and his chest heaved while he gripped Ace tighter by his hips. The sounds of everything made Ace flush in embarrassment as he heard the loud squishes and squelches while Ronnie made hard short thrusts.

Ronnie finally pulled out and Ace’s legs were shaking. The entire time he pushed his waist up by standing on his toes. Ronnie moved him onto the bed, and Ace whimpered, still dazed and starting to come down.

Ronnie spooned him from behind and they breathed heavy and fast, warming each other up. After some more flirting, and complaints about nothing from Ace, they finally got under the covers.

Ace was knocked out, but Ronnie couldn’t sleep. There were only a few days left, and Ace never said he was staying. Every day he slowly packed the things in his house, and Ronnie didn’t want to admit that it was just a fling.

He stayed up trying to think of ways to stop him from leaving.