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It's not that Ronan hadn't considered Tris a fighter. It'd been obvious from his first day here that she could hold her own, just in the set of her shoulders and the tilt of her jaw. There's a little too much about Tris that reminds him of himself, in ways he finds entirely uncomfortable.

Which probably explains why he doesn't particularly like her.

And now, with aching sides and a bruised stomach, not to mention the gash across his brow from a well-placed knee, Ronan really doesn't like her. Ronan at least had gotten in some good hits of his own, but it'd been obvious right from the start that she'd been trained, and trained well. Ronan took boxing lessons when he was a kid, but he's never been trained in mixed fucking martial arts.

From what he can remember, Adam's scheduled at the garage for a few more hours so, using the key he'd dreamt up a week ago, Ronan lets himself in, quiet and efficient. There's no point going to his own allotted apartment, not when there's next to nothing in it in the way of first aid equipment and there's not a chance in hell he's risking Gansey seeing before he has to. Definitely not before he's no longer bleeding.

He doesn't particularly want Adam to see either if he can help it.

Which is unfortunate.

The door clicks closed behind him and scowls at Adam. "Aren't you supposed to be working right now?"

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Arching an eyebrow, Ronan pulls back enough to meet Adam's eyes, his expression saying everything for him: That is a fucking stupid question, Parrish.

Because of course Ronan wants. Adam knows he does, he must. The bigger question is how comfortable Adam is with any of it, whether or not he'll freak out the second he puts his hand on Ronan's dick.

And fuck, Ronan shouldn't think about that right now. It's difficult enough when Adam isn't all but in his lap.

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It was a stupid question, but Adam needed to ask. He felt so uncertain of what it was he was doing, even if he knew that he wanted it and had clear indication that Ronan did too. The uncertainty was still there, but at least he could feel braver as he kissed Ronan, slid hand under his shirt that left fingertips on Ronan's stomach, the heel of Adam's hand just above his dick.

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Ronan is never going to get over Adam kissing him, he's sure of that much. As many times as he's pictured it, as many times as he's dreamt it, it's never felt like this. Adam's lips are very slightly chapped and so full, his tongue slick and warm and tinged with a nervous uncertainty Ronan isn't sure isn't coming entirely from him.

When Adam's hand slips beneath Ronan's shirt, he can't hold back a gasp, mouth going slack as he squeezes his eyes shut and quickly grabs Adam by the wrist, not pulling him away, but keeping him there, unmoving, his breath shuddered against Adam's wet lips.

"Tell me you're not fucking with me," he whispers, eyes still closed, his whole body close to splintering apart.

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Now it was Adam's turn to sit up and look Ronan in the eye like he was crazy. Ronan knew by now, probably better than anyone else in the city, that Adam Parrish did things on his terms. That included falling in love with Ronan Lynch.

"This is real," he said again, fingertips curling slightly, pressing into the skin of Ronan's stomach.

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There isn't any reason for Ronan not to believe him. In all the time they've known each other, Adam has never once done anything not on his own terms, a fact that is as infuriating as it is one the dozens of reasons Ronan's fallen so hard. He's strong in a way Ronan can't always be, honorable and determined and good.

Not perfect, though. Never perfect.

Fingertips dig into the meat of Ronan's belly and he bites back a groan, his grip on Adam's wrist faltering. "Have you actually thought about this? The physical part, I mean. Hate to break it to you, man, but it's probably not going to be the same as fucking a girl."

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Adam finally breathed out at that, laughing a little now as he kissed Ronan again, once on the mouth and then at his jaw and neck. "I'd kind of figured that one out," he said, flexing his fingers again. With Ronan's grip loosened, Adam could move his hand a little, downward to squeeze him a little through his jeans.

"Is this okay?"

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"Fuck," Ronan shudders, a whispered growl as he tips his head back and to the side, dizzy.

He's already hard, of course; that's been impossible to hide, and his dick jerks slightly under the warm press of Adam's hand. Ronan's own hand lies atop Adam's, hesitating between pressing him down harder and pulling him off.

Swallowing roughly, he slides his hand from Adam's wrist up his forearm and bicep, slipping just under his t-shirt and gripping tight, forces himself not to push his hips upward as he nods. "You're not freaking out yet?"

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"Am I supposed to freak out?" Adam paused but didn't lift up from where he was nuzzling Ronan's neck. Ronan's scent tangled around him, soap and sweat and grass from the fight. No beer. Just...Ronan. "I think it's a little late to panic."

He didn't plan on panicking. Mostly, what Adam wanted was to slide up along Ronan's body and press tightly against him, make him realize that Adam was just as hard. That he wanted this just as much.

After a second, he did.

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Yes, Ronan wants to answer, but doesn't. Because maybe he's starting to freak out a little. However much he's wanted for however long, he'd never really though it could be reciprocated, and definitely not in a way where Adam honestly seems eager, for all aspects.

His panic flares for half a second as Adam shifts against him, a thigh draped over Ronan's and bodies pressed close enough that there's no mistaking the press of Adam's dick against him, just as hard as his own.

He lets out another shuddered breath, his hand dropping from Adam's arm to his side, grip hard enough to bruise. His other arm is trapped between them and he suddenly wants to move, wants to shift atop or below or anywhere at all that gives him full use of both hands. There's only so much of Adam he can touch with one and that's not enough.

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The bruising tightness made him jerk a little upright, putting space between them as Adam looked to Ronan to remind himself that this was Ronan touching him. Silently, Adam cursed himself a little for flinching the way that he had, because he knew that Ronan would notice.

Touch was such a loaded thing for him. There was no neutral touch for Adam Parrish but he refused to mix up this pleasure with old pain and he bent down to kiss Ronan again, eyes open so he couldn't forget.

"Maybe we should move."

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Adam flinches and jerks in Ronan's grip and Ronan immediately releases, swearing silently at himself as his stomach drops out. It'd been a careless touch, too much reaction and not enough forethought. Because of course Adam's not going to react well to too hard too fast. Or too hard at all.

Bruises are bruises and Adam's worn far too many already.

Before Ronan can pull away completely, Adam's kissing him again, a firm press of lips to lips. He'd only ever seen Adam's eyes from this close up in his dreams. His dreams did them no justice.

"Maybe," he replies, afraid that moving will kill whatever bubble they're in. Then again, maybe that's for the best and he reminds Adam with a whisper: "We don't have to do anything."

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That Ronan was unsure hadn't crossed his mind. Ronan seemed to do everything with certainty and purpose; why would he be nervous about this? Except that he was and Adam didn't know what to do with how much he did want this right now. H was hard and Ronan smelled so damn good.

"We don't," he said, because he knew it was the right thing to say. The truth. He wasn't going to ruin this.

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Relief brushes over Ronan like a quiet breeze, but it's joined by an undercurrent of regret. Maybe if sex was all he wanted, this would be different. Easier.

Hell, he knows it would be.

Leaning up and in for another kiss, Ronan breathes out against his lips and then smirks faintly. "This is not at all how I ever pictured this," he admits, shifting a little on the couch to give Adam more room, but not enough to lose contact with him.

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"Yeah?" Adam loosened himself from where he'd jammed himself into the sofa, wriggling a little to extract himself. He couldn't help his curiosity, the desire to know how much he'd been wanted and what Ronan might have desired.

Giving himself enough room to fit against Ronan without limiting him from deciding to stand, Adam stole another kiss. "What did you imagine?"

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Adam shifts against him, making himself comfortable so that they're pressed thigh to thigh, but turned in slightly toward each other. Ronan frees his arm from between them and carefully rests it on Adam's leg, fingers brushing gently over denim.

His smirk is aimed inward and he shrugs. "More blood, honestly. But from you hitting me, not a girl." It's a truth, but only just barely. Ronan doesn't mention the times he'd imagined shared kisses in the back of his BMW or here on Darrow's beach, doesn't mention the mornings he's woken up aching in his tent, a ghost of a dream on his fingertips and warmth on his lips, doesn't mention how the images have always slipped away so easily.

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"I'd never hit you," Adam swore. To emphasize his point, he reached down to grasp Ronan's hand--the same one that had initially held him just a little too tightly.

"And I'd never have done this if I didn't want you."

That was the thing, too, was that Adam had known want all of his life. Want of food, of money, of dignity. None of them was anything like how he wanted Ronan now.

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You could if you wanted, Ronan doesn't say. Not because it isn't true but because Adam wouldn't understand and Ronan wouldn't want him to. Violence is a form of communication they both understand all too well, but in vastly different ways. Unlike Adam, Ronan didn't grow up a punching bag.

Adam's hand is warm on his again and it still feels like a revelation. Like a dream.

He thinks if Adam keeps saying that, Ronan might eventually start to believe the unbelievable.

He stares down at their hands, fingers impossible intertwined and he twists his wrist enough to squeeze as he ducks in to brush his lips along Adam's chin and jaw and the spot just below his ear. Closes his eyes and breathes him in, the full, sweet smell of sweat and soap and car grease, committing it all to memory.

Breathes out as he opens his eyes and, impossibly, Adam is still there.

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Ronan's lips were a ghost on his skin, leaving him with shivers that told him again, how much he wanted more only for his brain to remind him that there probably wouldn't be more. Not tonight. What a shameful, hungry thing he was. He should have been content with this and yet his stomach twisted and heat rushed through him.

By the time Ronan kissed his ear, it was impossible to hide the way his breath hitched, throat tightening around something very like a whine.

How greedy he was.

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If not for the high flush across Adam's cheeks and the stretch of denim straining across his crotch, Ronan might've worried about that sound, might've pulled back for fear of pushing too hard, for crossing some line.

But then, a single kiss to Adam's ear is chaste compared to only moments ago when Adam had a hand on Ronan's dick.

His lips curl in a faint smirk and, taking a chance, he wraps teeth and lips around Adam's earlobe, tugs gently. His heartbeat pounds in his own ears and his fingers itch. God, how he wants.

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There was another, barely restrained sound as Ronan tugged. Even in Cabeswater, Adam had never felt so hyperaware of his own skin, of every bone and muscle. There was electricity in his fingers and toes. He was losing his mind and he welcomed it.

"Ronan..." It was a request for more, faint and barely articulated. Adam Parrish was not accustomed to pleading or giving anyone power over him. But Ronan Lynch was not 'anyone.'

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A shudder rockets up Ronan's spine at the sound of his name falling from Adam's lips in that whispered, quiet moan. His breath stutters for a second and he pauses, his nose pressed close as his hand slides higher up Adam's thigh.

He catches himself before he goes too far, lifting his hand from Adam's thigh to cradle the side of his face instead, nuzzling against Adam's jaw and pressing soft, opened-mouth kisses there, committing every touch to memory, ammunition for self-torture for when it all inevitably ends.

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He couldn't help raising his hips, chasing after the touch from that retreating hand. It was embarrassing to whimper and he turned his head into one of Ronan's kisses, smothering another sound.

The feeling had switched away from want and into something more insistent, into need. If Ronan didn't touch him soon he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

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Ronan doesn't bother to muffle a moan as Adam turns to steal a kiss, though the sound is mostly swallowed by Adam's mouth all the same. It's a different kiss than they've shared so far, wet and hungry and frantic, and Ronan's hand slides down the elegant curve of Adam's neck, thumb dipping down the center of his throat.

He keeps his other and on Adam's side, carefully placed over the fabric of his shirt and delving no further. However badly he'd like for it to wander.

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Adam didn't feel particularly elegant. He was twisted against Ronan, still hard in his pants and too tight, too restricted. Ronan's name slipped out yet again and Adam couldn't stop himself from jerking forward again, searching out some friction.

This was what desperation felt like and he was going to...

"Shit," he breathed out. Relief shot through him as the tension faded and his skin felt a little cooler at last. Because he'd come all over himself. "Shit," he said again, deeply embarrassed.

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Adam jerks against him, hips pushing forward as he lets out another high, delicious whine. Ronan can't stop kissing, doesn't ever want to stop tasting the heat of Adam's mouth.

But then Adam's pulling away, shaking, expression pinched as though in pain before relaxing just as quickly.

Ronan blinks, his heart tripping in his chest before he lets out a shuddered exhale.

"Holy shit, Parrish, did you just come in your pants?"