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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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"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?"

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Adam turned deep red, withdrawing a little so that he could drop his face into his hands, hiding from Ronan. Hiding from the telltale stain in his jeans. "Yes,"he said, mortified. He could just crawl away right now.

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There's a part of Ronan, a part that's had to studiously consider Adam as nothing more than a friend, that wants to be a little bit cruel and laugh, wants to twist in the humiliation in that way only friends can do.

But there's a bigger part, a part that's been stupid about Adam for months, that can't do anything but gape in pure astonishment. He did that, Ronan did that. Without even really touching Adam at all, just by kissing him. The idea is enough to make him dizzy and he leans in close to Adam again, forehead pressed to the back of one of Adam's hands as he lets out a soft groan.

"That is... I mean, I'll definitely never let you live this down, but Jesus Christ, that was hot."

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"I'm going to take a shower now," Adam said. His voice was still tight with embarrassment. It wasn't unfamiliar to Adam, losing his control, but this was new and Adam didn't think he liked it.

"If I drown, that's fine."

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"If you take a shower right now, I'm gonna jerk off all over your couch," Ronan says, hiding a smirk though his tone clearly indicates he's only half joking and he hasn't let Adam move further away yet.

His eyes have wandered, taking in the damp patch at the front of Adam's jeans and he has to actively fight a groan, heat low in his belly flaring hotter.

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Adam looked to Ronan with a thoughtful expression, distracted from his embarrassment by the thought of Ronan sprawled back on the sofa, a hand down his pants. Even spent, the mental image sent a hungry spark through him and Adam leaned forward to kiss him again.

"I could help with that," he said, amazed at his own boldness.

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For a moment, Ronan is positive he's misinterpreting Adam's words, making them sound like what he wants to hear instead of the truth.

But with Adam leaning into his space again, voice low and lips soft, he... honestly doesn't know how else he could take it.

"You're serious," he says, meaning for it to be a question though it largely comes out as an awed whisper.

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"I am," Adam breathed out, voice low. Slowly, he dropped kisses down Ronan's jaw and throat, hand sliding down his chest and back to where it was before. His fingertips splayed out along the flat of Ronan's belly while the heel of his hand rested just above the swell of his pants. "Completely serious."

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Adam's touch is slow, but deliberate, long beautiful fingers smoothing down Ronan's stomach and stopping just north of the noticeable tent of Ronan's jeans.

Ronan glances down briefly, just long enough to prove to himself this is really happening before he lets out a low, quiet groan and tips his head back, sinking into the sensation of Adam's lips on his throat. He swallows roughly, tries to find his voice. "You don't have to," he whispers because it's the truth and because it needs to be said.

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"I want to," Adam said. He didn't mind repeating it a hundred times if that was what Ronan needed to know this was real. Adam, ever the skeptic, understood what it was to need proof. This wasn't s completely different.

Keeping his eyes locked with Ronan's, Adam unbuttoned Ronan's jeans, shifted the fabric aside.

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Ronan has to hold his breath, every muscle in his body coiling tight as Adam carefully unbuttons Ronan's jeans. He feels like he's behind the wheel of a car that's lost its steering, hurtling down the road with no control.

He's never been particularly self-conscious about his body, never worried all that much about what other people see when they look at him. But it's different with Adam. Everything is different with Adam. Ronan's hands twitch at his sides and he brings one up, shaky fingers grazing Adam's wrist, unsure whether to push that hand downward or away, nervous in a way he's never been before.

He can't stop staring into Adam's eyes, hazel almost eclipsed by pure black. Wonders what it is Adam sees looking back at him.

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"I'm real," he said again, because both of them seemed to need that. "This isn't a dream." They were awake and this was happening and Adam wanted Ronan in a way he could only, barely put into words.

His free hand cupped Ronan's face and closed the space between them with a kiss. It was meant to ease at Ronan's nerves, not distract him, as Adam pulled Ronan's boxers aside and let his fingers curl around flesh.

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The press of Adam's lips still feels as much of a revelation as a comfort and Ronan can't help but tilt his face up into it, lips parting on a short gasp when Adam's hand sinks beneath the last layer of fabric to wrap around him.

This is real, Ronan tries to remind himself, though that only makes it feel more impossible.

His hand stays tight around Adam's forearm, blunt nails digging into skin as he struggles to keep his hips still. There's not a chance he'll be able to last long.

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Even with the low simmer of Adam's own embarrassment and the cool, damp spot in his own jeans, it somehow felt perfect. Ronan beneath, hot and tense, the barely contained jerk of his hips and the scrape of his nails. It was close and hurried, Adam still half jammed into the sofa, and somehow perfect.

This was real.

Adam kept his ear open as he kissed Ronan, listening so that he could move his hand slightly up and over him. "Okay?"