[God, there was something about the way that Adam laughed, happy and pleased, his voice soft in this space between them. It was like it held Ronan's heart captive. Like he burned just for this boy who knew him better than Ronan understood, but was still Parrish, still the boy he knew.
His heart skipped, and for a moment he was almost overwhelmed by the way feelings welled up in his chest, but he managed to lead them to the living room, and he tried to put his emotions aside to worry about later. Right now he just... he wanted to touch Adam, wanted the other boy to touch him. He wanted their clothes off and their bodies pressed skin to skin. It felt easy to be greedy, to want whatever Adam would give him.
Maybe part of it was not having so much hurt and dark looming over them, like they had when things played out right.
At the question, Ronan flushes, his cheeks viscerally pink. Not quite embarrassment, but just a little bit helplessly awkward at the question. The fact that he's never done this before, and it feels like a slight flutter of butterflies, even if it's more anticipation than apprehension. He shakes his head at the question, looking up to meet Adam's eyes.]
I'd have to dream it. I haven't--
[And then he pauses, and strangely the fact that Adam has lived things that he hasn't is almost a good thing, relaxes him a little. It means he doesn't have to fight with himself to say it outloud, admit that he was a virgin, that this was the first time he'd done anything with anyone. And he wanted to give all of his first everythings to Adam.]
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His heart skipped, and for a moment he was almost overwhelmed by the way feelings welled up in his chest, but he managed to lead them to the living room, and he tried to put his emotions aside to worry about later. Right now he just... he wanted to touch Adam, wanted the other boy to touch him. He wanted their clothes off and their bodies pressed skin to skin. It felt easy to be greedy, to want whatever Adam would give him.
Maybe part of it was not having so much hurt and dark looming over them, like they had when things played out right.
At the question, Ronan flushes, his cheeks viscerally pink. Not quite embarrassment, but just a little bit helplessly awkward at the question. The fact that he's never done this before, and it feels like a slight flutter of butterflies, even if it's more anticipation than apprehension. He shakes his head at the question, looking up to meet Adam's eyes.]
I'd have to dream it. I haven't--
[And then he pauses, and strangely the fact that Adam has lived things that he hasn't is almost a good thing, relaxes him a little. It means he doesn't have to fight with himself to say it outloud, admit that he was a virgin, that this was the first time he'd done anything with anyone. And he wanted to give all of his first everythings to Adam.]
But you already know that, don't you?