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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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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?"

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It's a whispered question into Ronan's mouth and he shudders in a breath before nodding, quick and stilted. He can't bear to look right now, afraid that the sight of Adam's long, slender fingers wrapped around his dick will send him right over the edge, but he can picture it in his mind. And even that's almost enough.

"Yeah," he says, forcing himself to relax his grip on Adam's arm. "Yeah, fuck. Jesus."

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Ronan smelled so good and Adam couldn't resist nuzzling, kissing, at his neck and jaw. If Ronan was going to come to his senses, then Adam would enjoy this while he could and commit every inch of him to memory.

There was nothing elegant or artful about it. Adam pumped his hand urgently along Ronan's cock, trembling a little from the fact of it.

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Adam's lips brush along Ronan's neck and jaw, nose pressed close and Ronan's amazed he can focus on that at all given the fact that Adam's currently jerking him off. It's a little dry with only Ronan's pre-come to slick the way, but it's warm and incredible and better than anything Ronan's ever felt because it's Adam.

Ronan tries swallowing a groan and fails, uncurls his fingers from Adam's arm to sink his fingers into Adam's hair instead, holding him there. His heart is pounding, every muscle drawn tight, and he can't stop his hips from pushing up, meeting every rough stroke.

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Suddenly, Adam understood why Blue always submitted to Noah's fondness for petting her hair. Ronan's fingers wound into his hair, the pull of it just short of awful. Unlike the bruising touch before, Adam couldn't confuse the nature of this touch with other times his hair had been pulled. Ronan was so close, filling up all of Adam's senses until he could never, would never, forget.

The way that Ronan moved under him was equally thrilling. Adam had done that. Adam Parrish and his touch, his desire, had done this and Ronan looked so good.

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"Fuck," Ronan whines, unable to hold it back before tucking his lips between his teeth and clamping down. He's sweating, can feel it dampening his shirt, making the fabric cling to him and he manages to blink his eyes open just enough to glance down, to see--

Adam's hand slides down his dick, squeezes, then slides back up and Ronan's gone, swallowing a shout as he shudders and comes all over Adam's incredible fingers.

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It wasn't an unfamiliar sight, but it was also entirely foreign. Ronan was still there, heavy in Adam's hand and come dripping over his fingers. Maybe he should have been alarmed, disgusted, but Adam could only look between his own hand and Ronan's face with a kind of fascination.

He'd done that. He'd made Ronan feel that good.

Adam couldn't think of words. He needed to be kissing Ronan now.

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Ronan's still recovering, still floating with his fingers sunk in Adam's hair, chest heaving to suck in air. Adam's still touching him, his grip looser and wetter, but sure.

Jesus, Adam just made him come. And not just in Ronan's dreams, not his imagination. This is real.

This is real.

And Adam's really kissing him. That by itself is shocking, the fact that Adam isn't running right now or freaking out. He's kissing Ronan like he needs the taste to survive and it's all Ronan can do to kiss back, humming lazily into with Adam's hand still wrapped around his bare dick.

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Adam slowly withdrew his hand, fumbling for a napkin, spare towel. Anything. Distracted, he cleaned his hand on a crumpled receipt before moving back into Ronan's space to kiss him.

"Stay?" It had seemed like a foregone conclusion when Ronan was bleeding, when they weren't touching, now everything felt gossamer and impossible.

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The spell breaks when Adam pulls away and Ronan glances down at himself, his dick still half hard but softening quickly. Adam looks for something to wipe his hand on and Ronan uses the bottom of his own shirt to wipe the come off is belly before tucking himself into his underwear and buttoning up his jeans.

Everything suddenly feels awkward and tenuous and Ronan's nearly pushing up onto shaky legs when Adam's pressed in close again, lips a breath away from his own.

Ronan's gaze drops, fixing on those lips then sliding upward over delicate cheekbones and dark lashes. His chest hurts, nerves still buzzing in the afterglow. He can't catch his breath. "We do have a pizza to eat," he says because it's easier than, 'As long as you'll let me.'