forleaving | Open RP Post

[Ronan didn't really have much, he hadn't been here long. Just some clothes and essentials, a couple dreamt things, sparse enough to fit into a small duffle bag. He missed having Chainsaw; felt like missing part of himself. He couldn't help feeling a little bit jittery as he knocked on the door, not all that long after he'd said okay- taking Adam up on his offer.

He told himself it was just pragmatic; being in public housing was nearly as risky as being in Monmouth. And Adam knew about the dreaming, understood that his control of it wasn't always perfect. But the truth of it wasn't that simple, because- because Adam Parrish loved him. Love was a weighty subject for both boys, and Ronan didn't want to hurt him, but he also wasn't going to lie to him.

They hadn't quite gotten that far before he was pulled here. But also.. he could imagine it, if he let himself. If he was honest with himself, he wasn't a boy that wanted people he couldn't see himself falling in love with. But he didn't really know how to say that to himself, let alone to Adam. He wanted him; it would have been easier if he hadn't, he thinks. He'd been angry because it robbed him of the chance to figure it out.

So this was- it was more complicated than he was admitting. Or maybe it wasn't complicated at all, and it only seemed that way. This wasn't his first experience with twisted timelines. But he smiled, a little bit awkwardly when Adam opened the door, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at him, a little bit too intently for a moment.]

Hey.

[He held up a small white box, which had the name of a local bakery printed on the top.]

Got you something. Housewarming.

[Not that Adam was known for being overly receptive when it came to gifts, but Ronan would absolutely sit on Adam's floor and shove the weird gem-themed cupcakes in his mouth himself. But he was hoping that this place was different enough that gifts didn't still feel like a leash. Adam had his own place, and Ronan was far from rich at the moment.]

[He wasn't very surprised to see Ronan on the other side of the door; it wasn't as if Adam got a lot of visitors. He was surprised to see him holding a bakery box. For a moment, his brows furrowed before smoothing out. Ronan shouldn't have, but it was sweet that he had. Adam swallowed around the lump in his throat, nudging the door open wider and holding out a hand for the box.]

You shouldn't have. I mean, hey.

[He smiled a little. He knew things were rough for both of them, not just...between the two of them but in general. Being in this place was rough. It wasn't necessarily terrible but it was...different. And strange. They were used to strange, of course, but it would have been easier if he hadn't felt at odds with Ronan.]

Come in.

[By which he really meant thank you. It was strange, too, accepting gifts, but they were on more even footing here as far as funds went. And Adam was the one who'd set himself up in a cozy little apartment first, taking care to make sure there was a spare room in case Ronan showed up and needed some space to himself. At least his preparation hadn't been in vain.

He just hoped things worked out. He knew what he really wanted and it felt selfish, but he couldn't help it. He'd never really loved anyone before, especially not the way he loved Ronan. He wanted good things in his life but he wanted Ronan to be happy too. Even if that meant his romantic life didn't include Adam. But Adam didn't want to jump to conclusions- there was always hope, wasn't there?]

[Ronan easily places the box in Adam's hands; when he opens it, he'll find a pair of cupcakes, one emerald and the other amethyst -- the same as the gems the two boys sport. So it's a little bit more than just a housewarming present. It's something that Ronan doesn't know how to say just yet, hasn't worked through how to talk about it. But it's a hint of something.]

Pretty sure a cake doesn't compare to living with a jerk like me.

[But he says it with a smile, a flash of something warm in his blue eyes as he steps into the other boy's apartment. His heart skipping a beat, restless in his chest and he toys with the strap of his bag that's tossed over his leather jacket almost irritably. It feels like there are things he should say, but he doesn't know how to say it, so instead there's just this feeling of something that's not quite tension. It's not wholly uncomfortable, just like a pull between them.

He tries not to think about that too much. He hadn't told him that he wanted him, back on the station. And he knows that he should have. It's the sort of omission that feels almost like lying, but he hasn't really known how to bring it up, how to fix it. So he doesn't, just looks at him a little too long and struggles to figure out what to say.]

You've got a nice place here.

[Which isn't nearly the right thing at all, but it's safer.]

[Too curious to resist waiting, Adam did indeed open the lid to peek into the box. The cupcakes weren't what he'd been expecting at all; they were almost too beautiful to consider eating. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that they also matched their gembonds. He just wasn't sure what it meant. Was Ronan giving things a chance? Was he considering things, at the very least? Closing the lid again, Adam looked up.]

It's not like I think you're awful.

[Quite the opposite, in fact. Ronan could be difficult and often was, but he was also lovely and compassionate and gorgeous. Adam's opinion might have been biased, but if it was he'd been biased for quite a long time. Long enough that he wasn't sure how to be impartial about things.

Closing the door behind Ronan, Adam started to step towards the kitchen, but stopped, head tilted to the side.]

Thank you?

[He sounded a little questioning, a little unsure. It was a nice place, that wasn't the issue. It was more like- the way Ronan looked at him, like he'd been thinking about something else.

Adam gestured for Ronan to follow him and then headed for the kitchen where he could put the cupcake box on the counter.]

You're biased. But- I'm glad for it.

[He shrugs his shoulders in a way that isn't indifferent. It's something else, a little awkward, but the fact that he cares is written all over his face, even if Ronan didn't intend to give himself away so easily. It was hard to avoid when Adam knew him better than he knew himself, though.

He follows him to the kitchen, wincing a little at the question in the way that he says thank you, and he feels like the other boy has caught him in his uncertainty. The fact that it wasn't really what he wanted to say. But he still doesn't know what the right thing to say is, and so he's quiet until they're in the kitchen, and Adam is setting the cupcakes on the counter. He sets his bag on the floor, but makes sure it's out of the way- just for the moment. He just wants his hands free.]

Look, you know I suck at this. But I-- there were things I should've said when we talked before.

[Someone else would probably have followed that sentiment with the things they wanted to say, and not awkward silence. But Ronan just looks at Adam, his fingers fidgeting and his head canted slightly to the side. He can't help looking at him, can't help tripping over the thought that he's in love with Ronan. Adam, gorgeous and determined, capable and loyal, but with thorns, too. But he doesn't think he'd be so drawn to him if he didn't.]

[The compliment about his home wouldn't have stood out so much if Ronan was the type to regularly give out compliments. But he wasn't, so it was easier to tell when it was a cover for something else. Or maybe Adam just knew him too well.

For a moment, he let himself have the ghost of a smile. Under different circumstances, he would've pulled Ronan into a hug as soon as his hands were free, would've greeted him with a hug at the door, but- he wasn't sure where his boundaries were and he didn't want to overstep.

That familiar little wrinkle formed between Adam's eyebrows as he turned to face Ronan again, after setting the cupcake box down. He couldn't help but feel hopeful, that maybe Ronan was going to say something nice. But also, knowing him, it could be something that hurt, too. Adam didn't think Ronan would hurt him on purpose, not a real, deep hurt, but- that didn't change the fact it could still happen. And maybe Adam hadn't quite been fair, either. He'd gotten emotional but he hadn't intended to guilt Ronan into feeling any certain way.

It was unsurprising that Ronan didn't immediately follow up with what he'd thought he should have said before, and though Adam was patient, he gently prompted him.]

Go ahead.

[He was braced for the worst but hopeful for something not so bad.]

[Ronan's quiet until Adam prompts him, and then he sighs, scrubbing a hand across his face as he tries to come up with the right words, the right thing to say.]

I told you I wasn't in love with you yet. And that's not wrong, but- I didn't tell you the rest of it.

[Which is maybe not the best point to pause, but Ronan needs to catch his breath. It'd be easy to mistake his body language for agitation, if you didn't know him. If you weren't aware of the fact that he responds to tension by wanting to hurl his body against the world, fight something. That as much as he tries to seem casual, that this is anything but for him. To say he's not good at putting his feelings into words is putting it mildly, but he's trying.]

I want- I wasn't angry at you. I was angry because I wanted to fall in love with you, and it wont be the same. I.. want you. I just--

[And Ronan seems to lose his words, to not know how to say any more than that. Overwhelmed just from trying to say enough to communicate what he hadn't been able to before. That not being in love with him didn't mean he didn't want him. He was still helplessly affected, had wanted Adam to be his first kiss, even if they hadn't gotten there yet. He'd been falling for him, even if he couldn't quite say he loved him.

But then, there was a chance that had more to do with Ronan and saying the words than it did about his feelings.]

[It was a terrible place to pause. It made Adam worry about the worst. But then Ronan continued and Adam felt the knot loosen in his chest a little. Enough that he could breathe a soft sigh. The universe had very unfairly taken something away from Ronan. He felt like he'd lost the ability to choose (though Adam didn't see it that way) but he'd also lost the ability for this to feel natural and be a first.

Adam couldn't help but feel guilty about that, as if it was his fault for admitting he was in love with Ronan. But he couldn't just keep quiet about something like that; it would have eaten him alive.]

I understand.

[He said quietly.]

This whole thing isn't fair, is it? It feels like it's my fault but I can't blame myself for loving you. It's-

[He gestured vaguely. It was this place, the way it pulled people in, however it did it.]

I can be patient, you know? I don't want to push you into anything. I want...I want you to decide for yourself. I've lived it but it's not written in stone for you. You can still do whatever you want.

[And it might not be the same, no matter what Ronan did, but Adam wouldn't hold it against him. He'd try not to, at least.]

It's not your fault. I don't blame you for it. It's just-- it's this place.

[He shrugs his shoulders, but he looks at Adam, meeting his eyes, and he tries to be reassuring. He wants him to know that he doesn't hold this against him, that even if he had been unfair that first day, he didn't really mean it. He didn't really blame him for it. How could he expect Adam to not love him any more than he could expect Ronan to feel the same?

It was fucked, but not because of anything Adam had done.

He sighs, and seems to war with himself about something, but then he takes a few steps, closing the distance between them. He slowly reaches out to curl fingers against the other boy's shoulder, his heart racing in his chest just from that simple touch. He flushes a little, a touch of pink over his cheekbones as he tries to find the right words.]

I.. think I'd like to take it slow. But, I know what I want. Back home I just didn't want to push you. I didn't want to- fuck things up and get it wrong.

[Ronan could never have said that back home, to the Adam he'd been perilously sweet on. But somehow, it felt like there wasn't the same sort of weight to it here, like this. Because Adam already knew, he'd already lived Ronan's clumsy affections. His Ronan had already figured it out, presumably already kissed him, said the right words. And Adam didn't really feel different- maybe more tolerant. But still the boy he wanted.]

If that's okay.

[Adam still felt guilty but it was a relief to know that Ronan wasn't upset with him over what had happened. He knew things had been rough and he hadn't felt like he'd helped.

He smiled softly when Ronan stepped closer and touched him. It was sweet, that Ronan hadn't wanted to mess things up. It made Adam feel...special. And like things could still work out. He meant what he said about being patient. He would give Ronan all the time and space he needed, without any pressure.]

Yeah, that's- that's definitely okay.

[Did that mean Ronan really wanted him? Adam knew how things had worked out for him, personally, but Ronan was from a different point in time. Anything could have changed. Knowing that Ronan was still interested in him, still wanted him... it lifted some of the weight off of Adam's shoulders. He could do slow. He could handle that. Sure, he wanted things to be like they'd been before, but he wasn't chomping at the bit. He wasn't impatient.]

That'd- [He took a breath, didn't finish. It'd make him happy, if he was being honest.]

[Ronan smiles a little bit shyly when Adam says that it's definitely okay.

Once he'd settled into this place a little, the fact that Adam Parrish was in love with him didn't feel as heavy. It was- almost comforting, in a way. Knowing that someone cared about him. Maybe it meant he didn't get to fall in love with him in the same way, but time was a fluid thing. This had just felt bigger than the rest, and it didn't feel like his hand that had changed things.

Anger had been easy that first day, but it was always easy for Ronan.]

Good. I want to.. make this work, I guess.

[He wants to feel like loving someone isn't always going to be fucked. That it's something he gets to have. He wants to figure out how to make things here feel okay. Not that he doesn't want to get back home, but as long as he's here- he wants to make it good. For both of them.

He leans in, slowly, a little unsure-- he doesn't kiss him. He just.. presses the side of his face to Adam's, so they're temple-to-temple, bodies close together. Something intimate, and he shivers a little just at the feeling. He said he wanted to take it slow, but he might have lied. Ronan's always been reckless, and as much as he knows that he wants Adam, he's a little unsure of what that means. Now that he's no longer worried about pushing Adam too far or too fast.

When he knows that the other boy wants him back.]

[He knew that sometimes things didn't always work out even when everyone involved wanted it to, but there was a higher chance of things going well. He had hope that they could navigate these complicated waters if they both were trying.]

We'll figure things out. We'll- I'll do whatever I can.

[And that was a promise.

He went very still when Ronan leaned in close. His eyes fluttered closed and he looped an arm around the other boy, holding on gently to the back of his jacket. All the times he'd been close with Ronan, intimate, and something like this still made him feel flushed and a little electrified. He guessed a few months hadn't magically made him used to physical intimacy after nearly a lifetime without it.

It was nice- being close now, not the other part. He always treasured whatever moments he had with Ronan, whether they were physically close or not. Every day before ending up here had felt like a gift, knowing that the other boy cared about him. Ronan still cared about him- things were just more complicated now. But when were things ever easy? They'd overcome so much as it was, a lot of it together; they could overcome this, too.]

[There's a soft catch of his breath when Adam loops an arm around him, his fingers just pressing against the back of his jacket, and Ronan suddenly wishes he'd had the foresight to take it off. Because he wants to feel his fingers against him at least through the thinner layer of his shirt-- It was almost embarrassing how much he wanted to be touched.

He doesn't pull away, if anything he just leans into the other boy's touch. It just makes him even more sure that he wants him. That even if there's time between them, if Adam has lived things that he hasn't, he still wants this. He wants to touch him, wants to lay close against him and talk, he wants to find out what having a boyfriend would be like. It's complicated, but.. like Adam said, they'll figure it out.

He feels.. he doesn't know. But he pulls back just a little, just enough that he can look into his eyes as he curls fingers at the back of his neck. And his heartbeat feels like it wants to burst through his chest. But Ronan's touch is light, almost uncertain- as if he isn't quite sure if this is okay, or not. But like he wants it to be, hopes that it is.]

Adam..

[He says his name softly, different from the way he says Parrish. Softer and almost unsteady. This is part of why he had such a hard time accepting this here, accepting that the boy he liked was already in love with him. Because if he did-- if he did, then it wasn't just a matter of aching softly from a distance. It was suddenly a question of whether or not he wanted a boyfriend.

He did. As long as it was Adam, anyway.]

[Adam's heartbeat fluttered in his chest. He was hyper-aware of Ronan's closeness, of his hand on the back of his neck. There was something about the way he said his name that made Adam want to hold onto him forever and never let go. Of course, Ronan could just exist and Adam wanted to hold onto him forever. Sometimes, especially now, it still felt impossible that a boy like Ronan wanted a boy like Adam. He was sure there were plenty of other people in the world who were better than him, and yet-]

Ronan?

[His voice was also soft, questioning but not unsure. Whatever Ronan wanted, Adam would give him. Whether it was space, a touch, a kiss, time- anything. He could not express enough how important Ronan's comfort was to him. Also, his happiness.

But also, at the moment, he was maybe losing himself a little in the depths of Ronan's beautiful eyes and how lovely his lashes were. While trying not to think about how lovely his mouth also was.]

[There's something about this moment, a sort of hushed quality to it, to the way that the other boy says his name. There's a question to it, but he's still here, right here against him, so close they can touch. They are touching, but Ronan still wants-- he wants.

Adam is not the first boy that he's wanted. But Ronan had fucked that up, and he still burns with the shame and the guilt. But in the moment that just makes him not want to let go of this. To not burn another chance, ruin another beautiful boy reckless enough to want him.

His other hand presses to Adam's side, fingertips pressing against his ribs. It's partially to steady himself, but also just because he wants to touch him. He wants his jacket off and he wants to touch his skin and he wants Adam Parrish to kiss him.]

Kiss me?

[The question is soft, but there's a certainty to it, too. Ronan leaning so close that his lips almost brush Adam's when he speaks. As complicated as this thing between them might be, Ronan knows that he wants this. He'd wanted Adam to be his first kiss before, and of all the things that have changed, that hasn't. He's almost breathless just thinking about it, just from wanting it.

Please, please. He just wants this one thing to work out.]

[If Ronan got any closer, Adam was positively going to expire. Closeness was comforting, it was familiar, but it also felt charged right now. It had his heart thumping in his chest and he felt- he swallowed, smiling softly when Ronan asked him to kiss him. It almost felt too good to be true after everything that had happened before and Adam was half-tempted to pinch himself.

Instead, he reached up with his other hand, curling his fingers against the back of Ronan's skull, familiar and gentle. Then Adam kissed him, soft, sweet, not pushy in the slightest. He let it linger, content to let Ronan be the one to decide when he wanted to pull away. It was- there were butterflies in his stomach. Which was either silly or a sign that no matter how many times they kissed, Ronan would have this effect on him.

Adam wanted him desperately, to share their lives, but- one step at a time. It was strange, starting over, but it wasn't Ronan's fault. Adam wasn't angry about it. He'd have some stern words for whoever was responsible for bringing them here in the first place but he wasn't sure there was a responsible individual. Unless it was Malachite. That would make things a little more difficult.]

[Adam smiles at the question, and his heart positively skips in his chest, feels like it bangs against his ribs. He stays impossibly still, feels like he doesn't even think to breathe in that space between where Adam's lips touch his. Ronan makes a sound that's not quite a gasp, strangely soft, at the way that it feels. His hands just holding against the other boy, and it's-- he doesn't have words for it. It's everything that he's ever craved. Breath-taking, adrenalin in his veins, a shiver that runs down his spine, heat on his skin.

He doesn't pull away until he has to, until he's breathless and almost gasping, a little wrecked as he looks at Adam, almost helpless. He should have kissed him on the station, but he knows he couldn't have, that it had taken him time to work through it, to find his footing, to be able to say it.]

Can we--?

[He tugs against Adam a little bit, the world suddenly tilted. He wants to just curl up together and kiss him again, he wants his jacket off and maybe his shirt too. He definitely wants Adam's shirt off. He knows he said he wanted to take it slow, but he should have known better, known that Ronan was awful at taking anything slow. Especially not when kissing Adam felt almost like a dream, so real it made the rest of the world feel pale.

Maybe he'd need Adam to kiss him every morning. That didn't seem like a bad thing, though.

Impatient as he is, he doesn't wait for Adam to answer that half-formed question, just kisses him once he has his breath, eager and needy. Walking him back a little just to nudge him against the sink. The couch would be good, or Adam's bed- not even because he was thinking of more than kissing, but just because he wanted to cuddle up with the other boy, wanted Adam like.. he didn't know the words.

But being in this weird place almost seemed worth it if it meant kissing Adam. But then there were few things that wouldn't be.]

[Adam didn't usually have this effect on people--but he didn't have much to compare to. The way Ronan looked at him nearly made him melt. He wanted to just hold him, maybe cradle his head in his lap, just- being close, together.

He wasn't quite sure what Ronan was asking- he didn't want to make assumptions and Ronan had said he wanted to take things slowly. The two of them had never been very good at slow, though. He still remembered the first day they'd kissed, how they'd spent the evening; Ronan, shirtless, Adam, tracing his fingers over the other boy's tattoo.

He didn't get a chance to ask though because the next moment, Ronan was kissing him again, backing him up until he was pressed against the sink. He clutched Ronan a little tighter, pressing into the kiss.]

I thought you wanted to take it slow?

[He murmured after he pulled away a little.]

[He murmured at the way that Adam held him a little tighter, pressing back into the kiss. And he-- it was almost overwhelming, but it just made him want more. He exhales breathless, almost like laughter at the question and he shakes his head a little bit sheepishly.]

I thought it would be easier.

[He looks into Adam's eyes, earnest and almost shaking with how he feels. How alive and present he feels, how much he wants the other boy. He wants Adam to touch him, he wants to kiss him, he wants to figure out how they fit together, and he's always been so much better at physicality than he was with words, with explaining how he felt.]

It's not. I want you. I want- I don't know. I just want you too much.

[He's never done this before, but he wants to. He wants more, wants Adam to show him. Wants to learn what he likes, what this thing between them can be like. What it can feel like. He rests his forehead against Adam's, still breathless and flushed, a flutter of his lashes as he looks into his eyes, a little awkward as he makes himself ask the question.]

Is this okay?

[It felt illicit to ask, but Adam didn't really seem to be protesting. It didn't feel like he wanted Ronan to slow down or back off. He hoped he didn't, anyway.]

[Adam smiled, gentle amusement in his eyes. If only he'd known before that things would take a turn like this. He might not have been as upset. Though he might have been anyway; it'd been a painful day on the station. He felt almost weightless right now though, like a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Ronan didn't do things halfway, so if- if he wanted Adam like this...

He was tempted to sneak in another sweet little kiss, but he also felt a little overwhelmed, almost.]

It is- you're sure?

[He didn't want Ronan to do anything he wasn't sure about, no matter how much he wanted to in the moment.]

[He almost felt bad for seeming so intractable back on the station, but at the same time he thought that they'd known each other for Adam to understand that was just how he was. He'd felt like he'd lost something, and he'd flinched at the idea that it was okay, that it was something they could try anyway. And then once his temper hadn't been so wounded, compounded by the strangeness of this place and the idea of intimacy as currency--

He hadn't handled it particularly well. But he didn't know how to do things partially. How to stand here and tell Adam that he wanted him and not fall into him entirely. There was so much tangled longing and quiet desire that he'd never dared give a voice to.

Of course, he's almost tempted to say something surly just to tease him at the question, but- he sort of wants to make it up to him. He wants to do it better.]

Yeah. I wouldn't have kissed you if I wasn't certain.

[The words are quiet, but there's a sincerity to it. Honest and raw- and he curls his fingers in his hair, lets his fingers against his side palm down the line of his chest. Trailing slowly over the thin layer of his shirt. There's a low sound on his mouth, all want and longing and affection. Because it isn't just about wanting to kiss him; tactile as he might be, Ronan doesn't know how to want someone just for their body.

It was part of what had made Kavinsky so fraught all those months ago.]

Okay.

[He'd figured Ronan wouldn't have kissed him if he wasn't sure about what he was doing, but- he felt better double-checking. Better to do something with absolute certainty than worry about what ifs, no matter how slim a chance it might be.

God, Adam loved him. He kissed him again, a little more...just more than before. A shiver worked its way down his spine and his skin felt a little flushed; there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't feel so lucky to have Ronan in his life. Even here, right now. Especially, right now. He felt lucky that Ronan wanted him, though he knew it had little to do with actual luck.

He pressed closer, if it was even possible, sliding his hand on Ronan's back up under his jacket and shirt, fingers and palm brushing over his skin. Every touch felt like the first time, maybe because he knew to Ronan it was the first time. Adam wanted to treat him right, to make every moment they spent together special. He would. Ronan deserved it. Not just because Adam loved him but because Ronan Lynch, fighter of men, dreamer of impossibilities, tender and sweet at heart, deserved to be happy.]

[Ronan murmured softly into the kiss as Adam kissed him, breathless just from the contact. It was more intent than before, and Ronan leaned into it, greedy. But also- he didn't think he could erase Robert Parrish's cruelty, but God he wanted to try. He wanted to give Adam as much affection as he could stand. Fill his life with enough warmth that the abuse of his father was an ever-more-distant memory.

He gasped, almost whimpering against Adam's mouth as the other boy's slender fingers that occupied an indecent percentage of his thoughts, slipped under his shirt. Skin to skin. He was unbearably turned on, and pressed so close he was sure that Adam could tell.

He pulled away for just a moment, just enough space to be able to shuck his leather jacket off and onto Adam's kitchen floor. And then his hands are back against him, smoothing up his chest in a way that's almost like worship as he kisses him again.]

Do you want to... couch or- or something?

[His voice is gently wrecked, and he falters, not quite able to suggest Adam's bedroom- even if there's still the suggestion of it. He isn't about to say it, but he feels a little bit unsteady. He's almost light-headed just from kissing him, touching him. He wants to make Adam happy; feels like this boy in his arms could make him happy too.]

[Adam was well aware of how turned on Ronan was. It was sweet and endearing at the same time that it was hot and Adam- he was getting there, himself. Slower, but steadily. Adam's was a slow-burning fire, but once it was ignited the flames were hard to put out.

He pulled his hands away when Ronan pulled back to get out of his jacket, pressing against him again as soon as he was able to. Every way that Ronan touched him felt like something to treasure, unique and special. What had Adam done to deserve this boy? Ronan was- he was more than Adam could put into words.

He considered their options for a moment, running through the pros and cons of each location. The bed would be the most comfortable, probably, but the couch was fairly spacious, too. It would work. There were other concerns too, more important ones like was there lube stashed away in this place somewhere or- because Adam certainly hadn't gotten any.]

The couch works.

[Ronan couldn't help himself when it came to what touching Adam did to him. The other boy might not be as aroused, but he could feel the press of what felt like the start of an erection. It was scorching- he felt like he was melting between his own arousal and the other boy he was pressed up against. God, he needed him in ways he could hardly explain.

He hadn't dared to dream that it would be like this. Breathless and far less conflicted than almost anything else that Ronan had ever wanted. Ronan of course hadn't even considered lube, that was far too many steps ahead, and he had a largely vague and theoretical grasp of the mechanics involved in what his body ached for.

When Adam chooses the couch, Ronan nods, starts to pull away only to lean back in for another kiss, this one brief and almost trembling with clumsy desire. Like he couldn't help himself.]

C'mon.

[He pulls away enough to catch Adam's hand, to tug him lightly in what he thinks is (hopefully) the direction of the living room, and the couch. He should have taken his shirt off, but he figures he can do that while they climb onto the couch- and maybe make sure the coffee table isn't too close to be a hazard.]

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