birthday boy

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It's a quiet night, all things considered. Ronan wouldn't even call it a fucking party so much as more or less a typical night at Hywel, albeit one where they're all miraculously there at the same time. Blue's even stayed, grinning along with Noah as they brought in the birthday pie -- Noah had insisted on a cake but apparently Blue has some friend who makes a mean pecan pie -- and then curling herself up on the couch next to Adam.

They'd turned on the TV but hand't really watching much of it, spending most of the time talking as Ronan nursed a beer or two and Adam tried not to acknowledge the reason behind the whole evening.

Not that they really let him forget it. Especially not Noah.

It's well past midnight when Adam starts to drift. The TV's still on and Noah and Blue are in a heated discussion about the evolution of alternative rock when Ronan reaches over to curl his hand lightly around Adam's wrist.

"Alright, losers, me and birthday boy are heading to bed," he says, the arch of his eyebrow brooking no argument.

Noah looks between the two of them, his grin widening and Blue only rolls her eyes, but neither of them try to stop him. Ronan ignores any further comment from both of them, tipping his head back to finish off his beer before setting the empty bottle on the table and dragging Adam to his feet.

"No argument from you either," he adds, his voice low and for Adam only as he steers him toward the bedroom.

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"Yeah?" Adam kisses him then, hooks a leg around Ronan, because even knowing one of Ronan's fantasies feels good in a thousand ways all at once. Obviously, Ronan thinks about him, just as much as Adam thinks about Ronan, but it's always nice to know what exactly.

"I trust you," he says. There's so much power in those words too and he means it. "When we were in Cabeswater last time, I..." How does he say it exactly? That he liked Ronan being in control, that little taste of roughness.

How does he explain that he trusts Ronan to use that strength on him? That he wants Ronan to take him out of his own head with the illusion that he's not in control? Adam barely knows how to explain it to himself.

"You looked hot," he says, laughing softly. That's barely it at all but it's true.

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The kiss comes as a surprise somehow, Ronan's breath catching as he slides his hand to Adam's hip, holding on tight. It's always this that gets him going faster than anything -- Adam's kisses. Every single time.

And there's something in this one in particular, a communication Ronan can only hope to understand.

His lips curl in a smile as they part, gaze dropping to Adam's wet lips briefly. "Fuck you, are you saying I'm not always hot?" he says, voice nothing but fond. He leans in then, fingers grazing the dip of Adam's spine as he brushes their noses together. "Full disclosure," he says then, ignoring the tendril of nerves under his skin, "I really wanted to fuck you against a tree."

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Adam laughs again and then turns to lie on his back, inviting Ronan to crawl over him, to rest his weight or to press it to his advantage. "I would have let you fuck me against a tree if we'd had the lube and condoms," he admitted. At the time, Adam had been worried about being seen but the more time he's spent away from that forest, the less he's worried.

"You pushed," he says. "You pushed me up against the tree when I tried to go down and–shit." Adam is somewhere between embarrassed and turned on at the memory, a telling reaction. "I don't know why exactly but I really liked it."

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Adam's face breaks in a laugh, his cheeks flushing just barely enough to be noticeable at all and Ronan drinks it in. The stretch of Adam's body against the sheets his wholly inviting, head turned and lips curled in a grin. Ronan matches it as he shifts too, easily swinging a leg over Adam's hips and holding himself over him, staring down.

"You liked it when I held you in place," he says, trying to make sure he understands.

As though to test it, he cocks his head and slides a hand down to Adam's wrist, drawing his arm up and gently pressing it to the mattress. Not hard enough that Adam couldn't slip it free if he wanted, but the implication's clear.

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It should scare him but Adam can see it in Ronan's face and feel it in the lightness of his grip. It's different from all the other times in his life where he's been restrained, when he hasn't had control, because this is little more than a game. Adam wants to give up control because he trusts Ronan and because he knows that the second Adam wants his control back, Ronan will give it.

That thought mixes with the feel of Ronan's skin on his own, a hand rough on his wrist. Adam's approval is obvious in the flush of his cheeks, the interest in his boxers.

"I did. I do," he says, a little confused at his own revelation.

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Ronan's gaze never leaves Adam's face, watching intently for any indication at all of discomfort or unease. But all he sees is Adam's cheeks flushing darker, his lips parting on a quiet exhale.

He licks his lips then carefully takes Adam's other wrist next, holding it just like the other, bearing down only enough to shift his weight slightly, easing back enough to feel the evidence of Adam's arousal through two layers of fabric.

"Still okay?" he asks because he has to be sure. Before they do anything else at all, Ronan needs to know this is really what Adam wants.

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The crazy thing is that he is. More than okay. Ronan's being so careful, even now, and Adam knows that Ronan will never hurt him. He'll only take care of him in a way that no one ever has. That care mixes with the weight above him, the pressure on his wrists, and Adam nods.

"You still want me in your lap?" he asks, voice a little raspy. "Or is that for later?"

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"Later," Ronan replies without even needing to think about it. All he wants today, and most days, is to give Adam whatever he wants. And Adam wants this.

He tightens his grip just a little, making it firm but not brutal as he leans down, lips hovering just over Adam's. "Do you want to fuck me like this?" he asks, his voice low as he rocks his hips just slightly. His heart is already thundering his chest, every word from his lips like pounding on the accelerator, hurtling down a winding country road at seventy miles per hour. "Or do you wane me to turn you over and hold you down while I'm in you?"

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"What do you want?" Adam asks. His lips are dry and all he can think is that Ronan is giving him this, whatever this strange desire is, and he feels utterly safe. Safe, loved, turned on. He's not afraid or uncomfortable.

He's also desperately curious about what Ronan makes of this situation. If he wants it, likes it, or if he's only doing it for Adam.

"Because any of that sounds good."

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"Everything," Ronan answers with something almost like a laugh. Because it's true. He wants Adam in any way Adam will let him, wants to try just about everything at least once. He wants to take and be taken, wants to lick and bite and taste, wants to feel everything in every way while he still can, for as long as they're stuck here. As long as Adam still wants him.

He considers for a moment longer, hips still rocking gently before he pulls up, shifting to reach for the nightstand again.

"Roll over," he says, pulling out their bottle of lube and a single condom packet. The condom's for later and he rests it by the pillow as he shifts up onto his knees, flipping the bottle open with his thumb.

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"I don't know if we can do everything in one night."

Adam's hips rise up, chasing that friction with Ronan, only to be thwarted when he pulls away. Sitting half up, he turns and kisses Ronan's shoulder, resting his forehead again the curve of a bicep, just enjoying the feel of skin. In the back of his hearing and only because he's so attuned to that sort of noise, Adam hears the bottle of lube opening.

Ronan's command is gentle, definitely an imperative but not a cruel one. Adam obeys it, but only halfway, lying on his stomach but twisting his upper body to the side so he can look back at him.

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Adam's lips brush Ronan's shoulder, a grounding touch that warms Ronan all down his spine. There's no argument to Ronan's quiet order at all; Adam turns easily, muscles in his back shifting under tanned, lightly freckled skin. Ronan takes a moment to soak it all in, gaze lingering on the dip just above the waistband of his boxers before dragging back up to see darkened hazel eyes staring back him.

There's so much trust in that one look it's almost overwhelming.

Ronan shifts to line up along Adam's side. He keeps his eyes on Adam's, looking away only long enough to coat two of his fingers with lube. He sets the bottle aside and then slides closer, reaching down to brush one finger down the crease of Adam's ass with careful intent. He doesn't push in, not yet, but gently circles, willing Adam to trust him further, to let him in.

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Adam feels the trace of Ronan's fingertips, warm and slick and always so careful. It's easy to imagine Ronan dragging his hips up or pushing his shoulders until he's bent, ass in the air, exposed to him. The curious desire prickles shamefully at him and he pushes the idea far away.

Instead, he lifts his hips willingly, showing Ronan his desire, his trust. Because, above all, he trusts Ronan more than any other living thing.

"You've got me curious now, you know," he says, reaching for Ronan's thoughts instead of his own.

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Ronan waits for Adam to resist, to pull or slide away. But Adam's eyes stay locked on his and he doesn't move at all except to lift his hips up, inviting in a way that has Ronan's cock throbbing in his underwear as he bites back a groan.

His hand is trapped in the fabric of Adam's shorts, hidden from view, but he doesn't need to watch anyway, his fingertip finding the ring of muscle easily enough and easy in just a little. Just enough.

"Maybe I plan on fingering you all night," Ronan says, his voice low. Teasing. "That not what you want?"

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"You couldn't hold out that long," Adam says. Feeling contrary now, he pulls his hips down and away, not quite free of Ronan but enough to be troublesome. They've never made a game of it before and Adam's utterly unsure of whether or not he should, even now.

He likes Ronan's teasing look and finds he wants more than just a look too.

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If he thinks about it, Adam's probably not wrong. However much he'd like to do just exactly as he's claimed, the need for more would probably eventually push him over.

That doesn't mean he wouldn't want to try.

He arches an eyebrow as Adam shifts slightly, pressing down and away so that Ronan's finger slips easily up the crease of him, caught between the muscle of Adam's cheeks. Fighting a smirk, Ronan presses in closer, caught in the almost playful glint in Adam's eye.

"That a challenge?" he says, hooking one knee over Adam's leg as he slides his hand low again, once more finding the pucker of muscle, his touch firmer this time. "Maybe you couldn't hold out that long."

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Adam raises a brow at Ronan, biting his lip so that he can up the ante and also stifle a gasp when Ronan presses into him. It's still not a real push, but there's a closer taste to Ronan's strength in this.

"Since when have I ever challenged you?" he asks, smiling a little. If there's anyone it's safe to challenge, to trust to handle it from Adam, it's Ronan.

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"Every fucking day," Ronan says with a fond smirk, leaning in close enough to steal a kiss. And steal is the only word for it -- it isn't hesitant or tentative in the slightest. Ronan wants Adam's lips and so he takes them, growling softly when he licks between.

He pulls back just a little a moment later, lips curled back in a grin as he slides one finger in. Adam's tight around him, but not fighting it and the lube makes it all the easier. The angle's still awkward, the waistband of Adam's shorts digging into his forearm, but the heat of Adam's body is everything right now.

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It's still such a faint use of command but when Ronan leans over and takes that kiss, Adam shivers. When Ronan growls, Adam sighs out, wants to hear more of it. The fantasy of it needles at him again, of Ronan taking him and having him. It makes Adam grasp at the bed a little.

His legs shake from holding himself at that angle and he aches, fully hard now.

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Ronan doesn't miss the way Adam shivers against him or the shaky exhale into his mouth, His teeth catch on Adam's lower lip then as he curves his wrist just slightly, pushing his finger in deeper and then sliding it back. The angle is still all wrong and when Adam's legs start to shake, Ronan pulls back, slipping his hand carefully from Adam's shorts.

He shifts then, pushing up onto his knees. With one clean hand and one sticky, he grabs the bottom hems of Adam's shorts and tugs them down and off before straddling one of Adam's legs and curling over him, lips brushing Adam's shoulder as he slides one slick finger up into him again.

"So hot like this," he whispers, groaning quietly at the feel of Adam tight around him. "Letting me. Trusting me. Would you let me fuck you like this?"

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It's awkward in this position but when Ronan pulls away to tug his shorts down, Adam makes a small noise of protest. When he feels the slide of fabric, Adam understands and moves a little, helping Ronan to get him out of them.

He can feel Ronan as he molds over the shape of Adam, chest to back, kiss to shoulder, his voice in Adam's ear. He shivers again, amazed that Ronan's attracted to Adam's trust. They need it, of course they need it, but for Ronan to want that of him.

"Yes," he says, voice a little rough. Then, because he somehow feels bold, he adds, "Do what you want and I'll tell you if I don't like it."

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"Fuck," Ronan groans, his whole body shuddering, teeth catching on the hook of Adam's shoulder before he gets himself under control.

He doesn't even know where to begin with something like that, trust and control handed over so freely. It's a gift from anyone, but from Adam in particular...

Catching his breath, Ronan holds his weight on one arm, the fingers of his other hand still pushing slow and deep into Adam's body, stretching him. Ronan's eyes wander over the stretch of Adam's back, muscles shifting in the dim light all the way down to the trip dip of his waist. He bends slightly, dropping his lips to kiss down his spine awhile before he pulls up to reach for the condom he'd set aside.

"We should get tested sometime," Ronan says, fumbling with the packet one-handed. "If you want it, I mean."

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It takes Adam a second to comprehend what Ronan means and then the implication hits him, pulls the breath from him. "I'll do it," he says. Their chances of anything are low but he doesn't care. They both want, need that certainty the way they need certainty in so many parts of their lives because of how it's been denied them.

"Next time," he says and there's a sureness in it because once they know, they'll know for sure. "There hasn't been anyone else since you." He knows too that Ronan won't have anyone else either, not anymore. And the thought of going without, of skin against flesh, makes him ache.

God he wants Ronan right now.

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Some part of Ronan isn't expecting Adam to agree so readily. Not because he thinks Adam has anything to hide, but because it means an even more profound level of trust. It means facing some of the things Ronan's done, some of the choices he's made, not knowing what the end result might be. He's never been inside anyone but Adam, has never had anyone else inside him and every time they've had condoms.

But who fuck knows what diseases Kavinsky has in his mouth alone.

The agreement is heady, the idea behind it even more overwhelming and Ronan nods jerkily, nerves buzzing as he grapples with the condom, finally fitting it over his length and then shifting again, this time kneeling fully between Adam's spread legs.

"Next time," he agrees, leaning forward to support his weight on one arm and reaching down with the other to tilt Adam's hips upward. Licking his lips, he lets go only to guide himself down the crack of Adam's ass and then back up again, slow and teasing, the tip catching almost playfully at his rim. "It's only ever been you," he says, hoping Adam will know what he means -- the sex and everything else that comes with it. Grantaire had been about release, Kavinsky had been a fight.

And Adam's... Adam is everything.

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It's a profound gift and responsibility to be the one that Ronan Lynch loves. The only one. Adam knows that down to the marrow and understands it because Ronan's the person who made Adam believe he was capable of love.

It's why he can trust Ronan, even in a position that's vulnerable like this. It could be impersonal or mean but Adam knows Ronan well enough to trust in this and in the pleasure that it will bring. Shivering a little, Adam waits. He exhales when he realizes he's holding his breath.

Ronan teases and Adam bites down on a soft whine of a response.