[ There's a strangeness to this, to seeing Ronan but not being able to touch, to being in an Aglionby classroom while they it happens. Adam had spent far too much of his time, in the last few months before Graduation, far too aware of the boy behind him and what he'd like to do. ]
If I get caught I'm going to have to fake my own death.
[ There's the unmistakable sound of a zipper, so. He clearly isn't too worried. ]
[ Their lives could start after 10 am. Especially on weekends. ]
Yeah, you should have. Why would you ever go back to Aglionby anyway? When there's this here? [ He asks, motioning to his own body with his free hand, before he wraps it around his dick, licking his lips. ]
[ Ronan smiles to himself - his face is not on show anymore, the camera pointed downwards instead. ]
Best ego boost there is. [ He says slowly, moving his hand up, squeezing his fingers a little when he gets to the tip. ] Does that work for you? Are you thinking it's your hand?
[ The word Adam chooses to utter can only come from one source, i.e. the same source that is ruining his life right now. He bites his bottom lip, teeth making the skin pale. ]
Mm. Yeah.
[ He sighs, looking furious and aroused at once. ]
I like it when I touch you slowly. You get so fucking cranky and turned on.
[ He huffs out a breath, sounding cranky right now as he forces himself to not move his hand too fast, trailing his fingers to the tip of his dick, teasing himself in the worst way. ]
I'm never cranky. I'm a ray of fucking sunshine all the time.
[ He licks his lips, shifting the camera between showing Adam what he's doing, and his face. ]
You wanna see me, huh? [ There's a timbre to Adam's voice, low and teasing even though he's clearly also strung out. ] You want to watch me stroke my dick while I'm thinking about you?
[ He angles the camera a little, so that it makes a slow progress over his the colour of his skin above his white collar and loosened tie, the buttons of his shirt, taking his time until he gets to his crotch. Adam's hand is loosely fisted around his dick, black slacks open and his balls snug against the waistband of his underwear. He squeezes the tip, runs his thumb through the precome to smear it. ]
I used to think about this when you were with me in class. How much I wanted to touch myself. How badly I needed to touch you.
[ This is it - this is what gets Ronan revved up, sweat at his temples and breathing becoming labored. It's the slow show, the knowledge that Adam's in a suit touching himself because Ronan wants him to, because it's enough to get him hot under the collar. It's the words, filthy and dripping with that Henrietta accent, the end of words clipped off. ]
Are you serious? You were having dirty thoughts while in class, Parrish? How improper.
[ His voice is lazy, disembodied from above his phone for a second. But then it shifts back, so Adam can see Ronan again. He's flushed and he licks his lips helplessly before he goes back to speaking. ]
I couldn't stop thinking about you. About what I wanted to do with you. I don't know if it was better or was after we had sex.
[ Ronan flips his own camera back up to his face, looking straight at Adam and the flush on his cheeks. He swallows hard, Adam's Apple bobbing, before speaking again. ]
You saying you were fantasizing about me? Before we got together?
[ Adam parts his lips to respond, but doesn't quite know how to put words to the feeling. ]
Kind of. Not before we kissed. But before we slept together.
[ It took them time to get there, after all. But he can still remember half dreams that came to him even before he was sure Ronan wanted him, vague impressions of being held. Embarrassment keeps that silent. ]
[ Ronan's nostrils flare. It feels like an unfair question, because Adam knows that Ronan's been wanting him for a long time. Much longer than they've been together for. ]
[ He grins, helplessly, as he continues stroking his dick. He's harder than ever now, aching and desperate as his hips lift off the uncomfortable desk chair so he can press into his hand. ]
Tell me about it.
[ There's a challenge there. You started this, Ronan Lynch. ]
[ He didn't start this, exactly. He knows that Adam's not asking to make Ronan uncomfortable, or embarrassed, but he can't help the hot, unpleasant feeling of shame that rises up to the back of his mouth. ]
Why do you want to know about my stupid crush? It's not - fucking sexy, Parrish.
[ He's worried that he'll destroy the mood, now, but he can't - can't make himself just talk about it. ]
[ Adam still doesn't really understand why Ronan is so reluctant to talk about how he felt. He knows there's a lot about the whole situation he failed to notice in the beginning, that there is still a lot about it that he just doesn't get now. It doesn't usually worry him though, assuming that his boyfriend will tell him what he wants, when he wants.
He doesn't want to push, not when Ronan is so clearly against it. ]
Okay.
[ His voice is soft, but he doesn't let it chip away at what he's been goaded into doing. ]
When I get back, I'm going to push you against the stairs. [ He needs to somehow do away with the discomfort, the shame, and the only way he can think of is telling Ronan something filthy. ] I'm going to press you down against them and take you in my mouth then and there. You can mess up my hair, if you want.
[ He needs to be careful, needs to not make too much noise in response to the filthy words. Anyone could stumble across the classroom and hear him, and then he'd have to die of embarrassment.
But Ronan makes it hard - pun, intended - to ignore how much he aches or the rushing in his ears, to pretend he doesn't want. ]
Jesus, yes. [ He can imagine it, Ronan fucking himself on his fingers, nice and slick so that Adam could just crawl to him, press him down against the sheets, slide inside. ] I swear to God, if you don't --.
[ Well, it's an empty threat. He'd just do it for him. ]
[ Ronan lets out a soft, keening noise; he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, if he wanted to tease Adam for hours. He wouldn't be able to, already on a knife's edge as it was. ]
I'd be good and ready again by the time you're home, even if I came now.
[ Teasingly, he brings a couple of fingers to his mouth, staring straight into his phone's camera as he sucks on them, releasing them with a wet, obscene noise. ]
( Adam thinks privately that this is a terrible idea. Mostly because he doesn't know how he'll be able to pull himself back together enough to continue with this stupid afternoon, how he could ever make his excuses in a logical, polite manner. Especially knowing Ronan's waiting for him like that. )
Jesus fucking Christ.
( He closes his eyes, raises them heavenword, lips forming a silent word. It would look like he's praying, if he were the praying type. Then he's opening them again, blue eyes furiously focused. )
[ Ronan grins knowingly, but he can see, in the corner of his phone, his own face, flushed and sweaty at the temples, betraying how little control he's actually got right now.
Still, he pushes the sheet completely off of him as he turns his phone back around to show Adam, spreading his legs on the bed, anchoring his feet as he trails his fingers down along his stomach, to his cock, teasing himself for a second before moving down further, and not wasting a second to push a finger inside himself. He's unable to contain the moan that escapes him, and when he speaks next, his voice is rough. ]
( If his expression had been hungry before, it turns ravenous now. Adam watches Ronan with his lips parted, own hand twitching against his dick. He's flushed too, colour too high on his cheeks, pupils blown wide. The sound he makes is a starved thing and swears, shaking his head as he strokes his thumb over his cock's head and then grips himself more firmly. )
Yeah?
( Adam bites his lip, the colour of it blanched white from his teeth. ) Me too. Wish I was there with you. I love how you clench around my fingers. How greedy you are for them.
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[ There's a strangeness to this, to seeing Ronan but not being able to touch, to being in an Aglionby classroom while they it happens. Adam had spent far too much of his time, in the last few months before Graduation, far too aware of the boy behind him and what he'd like to do. ]
If I get caught I'm going to have to fake my own death.
[ There's the unmistakable sound of a zipper, so. He clearly isn't too worried. ]
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[ Easy work, after all. They've done it before. They've done much worse.
He licks his lips when he hears the sound of Adam's zipper being pulled, loud in the quiet between them. ]
I woke up and all I wanted was to get my mouth on you. It's been a disappointing morning so far, I've got to say.
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[ His sarcasm is dulled by the smile he gives Ronan, the gasp he makes when he wraps around his cock. ]
I hate Gansey right now. I hate that he asked me to do this. I should have stayed at home.
[ Except, they have to have a life. ]
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Yeah, you should have. Why would you ever go back to Aglionby anyway? When there's this here? [ He asks, motioning to his own body with his free hand, before he wraps it around his dick, licking his lips. ]
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Something about paving the way for the youth of tomorrow, I don't know.
[ Unconsciously, Adam mirrors Ronan, tongue darting out to wet his lip. ]
I think you like this though, knowing you can get me going anywhere you please.
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[ Ronan smiles to himself - his face is not on show anymore, the camera pointed downwards instead. ]
Best ego boost there is. [ He says slowly, moving his hand up, squeezing his fingers a little when he gets to the tip. ] Does that work for you? Are you thinking it's your hand?
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Mm. Yeah.
[ He sighs, looking furious and aroused at once. ]
I like it when I touch you slowly. You get so fucking cranky and turned on.
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I'm never cranky. I'm a ray of fucking sunshine all the time.
[ He licks his lips, shifting the camera between showing Adam what he's doing, and his face. ]
Show me. Adam, show me.
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[ He angles the camera a little, so that it makes a slow progress over his the colour of his skin above his white collar and loosened tie, the buttons of his shirt, taking his time until he gets to his crotch. Adam's hand is loosely fisted around his dick, black slacks open and his balls snug against the waistband of his underwear. He squeezes the tip, runs his thumb through the precome to smear it. ]
I used to think about this when you were with me in class. How much I wanted to touch myself. How badly I needed to touch you.
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[ This is it - this is what gets Ronan revved up, sweat at his temples and breathing becoming labored. It's the slow show, the knowledge that Adam's in a suit touching himself because Ronan wants him to, because it's enough to get him hot under the collar. It's the words, filthy and dripping with that Henrietta accent, the end of words clipped off. ]
Are you serious? You were having dirty thoughts while in class, Parrish? How improper.
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[ His voice is lazy, disembodied from above his phone for a second. But then it shifts back, so Adam can see Ronan again. He's flushed and he licks his lips helplessly before he goes back to speaking. ]
I couldn't stop thinking about you. About what I wanted to do with you. I don't know if it was better or was after we had sex.
[ He still thinks about him far too much. ]
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[ Ronan flips his own camera back up to his face, looking straight at Adam and the flush on his cheeks. He swallows hard, Adam's Apple bobbing, before speaking again. ]
You saying you were fantasizing about me? Before we got together?
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Kind of. Not before we kissed. But before we slept together.
[ It took them time to get there, after all. But he can still remember half dreams that came to him even before he was sure Ronan wanted him, vague impressions of being held. Embarrassment keeps that silent. ]
Didn't you?
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You know the answer to that, asshole.
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[ He grins, helplessly, as he continues stroking his dick. He's harder than ever now, aching and desperate as his hips lift off the uncomfortable desk chair so he can press into his hand. ]
Tell me about it.
[ There's a challenge there. You started this, Ronan Lynch. ]
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Why do you want to know about my stupid crush? It's not - fucking sexy, Parrish.
[ He's worried that he'll destroy the mood, now, but he can't - can't make himself just talk about it. ]
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[ Adam still doesn't really understand why Ronan is so reluctant to talk about how he felt. He knows there's a lot about the whole situation he failed to notice in the beginning, that there is still a lot about it that he just doesn't get now. It doesn't usually worry him though, assuming that his boyfriend will tell him what he wants, when he wants.
He doesn't want to push, not when Ronan is so clearly against it. ]
Okay.
[ His voice is soft, but he doesn't let it chip away at what he's been goaded into doing. ]
When I get back, I'm going to push you against the stairs. [ He needs to somehow do away with the discomfort, the shame, and the only way he can think of is telling Ronan something filthy. ] I'm going to press you down against them and take you in my mouth then and there. You can mess up my hair, if you want.
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[ For emphasis, Ronan moves the camera to show the unmade, comfy bed, his hand around his dick, his own mussed hair - it's getting way too long.
He's relieved and grateful for the return to the task at hand, and decides it's best to show Adam he can be filthy, too. ]
I thought I could get myself all prepped and ready for you, you know? Make it easy for you to come home and fuck me straight through the mattress.
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[ He needs to be careful, needs to not make too much noise in response to the filthy words. Anyone could stumble across the classroom and hear him, and then he'd have to die of embarrassment.
But Ronan makes it hard - pun, intended - to ignore how much he aches or the rushing in his ears, to pretend he doesn't want. ]
Jesus, yes. [ He can imagine it, Ronan fucking himself on his fingers, nice and slick so that Adam could just crawl to him, press him down against the sheets, slide inside. ] I swear to God, if you don't --.
[ Well, it's an empty threat. He'd just do it for him. ]
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Do you want to watch me? Now?
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[ Because that sounds like a challenge Adam can get behind. ]
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I'd be good and ready again by the time you're home, even if I came now.
[ Teasingly, he brings a couple of fingers to his mouth, staring straight into his phone's camera as he sucks on them, releasing them with a wet, obscene noise. ]
I wouldn't even clean myself up.
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Jesus fucking Christ.
( He closes his eyes, raises them heavenword, lips forming a silent word. It would look like he's praying, if he were the praying type. Then he's opening them again, blue eyes furiously focused. )
Yes. Do that for me. Let me see.
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Still, he pushes the sheet completely off of him as he turns his phone back around to show Adam, spreading his legs on the bed, anchoring his feet as he trails his fingers down along his stomach, to his cock, teasing himself for a second before moving down further, and not wasting a second to push a finger inside himself. He's unable to contain the moan that escapes him, and when he speaks next, his voice is rough. ]
Wish it was your finger.
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Yeah?
( Adam bites his lip, the colour of it blanched white from his teeth. ) Me too. Wish I was there with you. I love how you clench around my fingers. How greedy you are for them.
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