Ace laughed a bit at Floyd's comment, his cheeks heating up when he realized Floyd noticed the small amount of space between the two of them.
Shit shit shit shit what do I do? He internally panicked, although he kept a smile on his face.
Floyd laughed a bit, grinning with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Ace, you’re about as red as Cassie’s painted walls, is there something you want to say to me?” He teased, brows raised expectantly.
(Oml I just had this fanboy moment and I legit squealed.)
"W-what are you talking about? I have no idea what you are talking about." He said, freaking out as he pushed himself up and away from Floyd, looking away as his heart raced.
(Lmao, a friend is having the same thing, only he’s just crying and complaining that it’s going to mess up his “perfect makeup” rip)
“You know damn well what I mean, boy,” Floyd exclaimed, snatching up a pillow from beside him and half hitting his friend before dropping it onto his own face.
"N-no I don't think I do." He said, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his head, "Care to explain?"
“Mm, no thank you. You may be my superior, technically, but I’m older than you,” Floyd said, his voice muffled because of the pillow on his face.
“And you were the one with the suspicious expression,” he continued, hands moving as he spoke.
Ace growled, not enjoying when Floyd used the 'Age' excuse. He smirked, sitting on Floyd's lap, a leg on each side and his hands resting next to his head.
"You said it yourself, I'm your superior, General." He whispered as he got closer to where the pillow was currently resting on his face. He picked it up and threw it on the ground, getting closer.
(Oof my boy Ace is getting very confident xD)
(Oh my)
Floyd’s eyes widened slightly when he first felt the waist on his lower torso, then widened more at Ace’s tone. His face was slightly flushed as he looked up at his friend. There was an uneasy feeling in his stomach at the intimate like closeness. “Now do you want to tell me what you are doing?” He asked, doing his best to bring the confidence back to his tone.
He got closer until their nose's where touching, before he started to poke Floyd's sides and stick out his tongue.
Floyd laughed sharply at the sudden jabs. “Ah, fuck off!” He exclaimed. Despite his laughter, he would by lying if he said he was pleased by this outcome.
Ace did as he was told and stopped poking him, allowing himself to go limp and plopping down onto Floyd's chest, face first. He lay there as he giggled, unable to stop.
Floyd grunted when Ace fell on top of him. He reached up, flicking his friend’s forehead. “You suck,” he grumbled as serious as he could, but he couldn’t help but smile.
Ace looked up, resting his chin on his friends chest, smiling up at him.
"Oh shut up, you know you love me." He said, smirking a bit.
Floyd hissed as he rubbed his jaw in fake thought. “Oo, I don’t know about that one, bud. I’ll give that a maybe,” he contemplated, dropping his arms back to his sides
Whining Ace rolled over so he was laying next to Floyd, staring up at the ceiling.
“Ah, come on, don’t be like that,” Floyd said, intentionally moving his hand so it covered Ace’s eyes, just to try an annoy him.
Ace grabbed Floyd's hand with both of his own, attempting to take it off of his face.
"Floyd! Take your hand off of my face!" He yelled, sticking his tongue out and attempting to lick his friends hand.
Floyd was laughing, then gasped when he felt his friends tongue slightly touch the side of his hand. He jerked his hand away, making a noise close to a quieter screech. “Ace, what the fuck?! Did you seriously just lick me?!”
"I had no choice! It was self defense!" He yelled, wiping his hands on his tongue, "How long ago did you clean your hands?! My god for all I know you could use that hand for-" He cut himself off as he continued to make disgusted faces.
“What?! No!” Floyd exclaimed in mock shock, eyes wide as he copied Ace’s expressions.
“You’re thinking of the wrong hand,” he added in a joking tone, laughing at his own joke.
Ace moved away from Floyd, acting as if he was uncomfortable.
Floyd’s laughter eventually calmed, and he grinned, looking over at his friend. “God, I love screwing with you,” he declared.
Ace wiggled his eyebrows, giggling a bit.
"So…"
Floyd adjusted so he was laying normally on his bed, swinging his legs up to rest on Ace’s chest with a mindless sigh. “This place is kind of boring.”
Ace squealed when he felt Floyd's legs on his chest.
"I don't know, i'm having fun."