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.
[ Ronan trembles at Adam's voice, utterly weak for him. Adam's words make him push his finger deeper, harder, and then add another, arching as he does. He knows his hand is shaking and the shot must be awful for Adam, but he can't stop. ]
I'm gonna come - [ His own voice sounds broken, cracking on the words. ] I'll be so ready for you when you come home, but I'm gonna -
( It's actually better, for the lack of finesse. Adam has always loved knowing he can inspire that particular kind of tremble throughout his boyfriend's body. It doesn't matter that he's not there to touch him, that it isn't his fingers Ronan's about to come from. He's touching himself because of Adam. )
Go on.
( His voice is low, urgent. There's a strain through it that proves he's just as affected, sweating beneath the collar of his shirt, hand moving fitfully over his own cock. He wants to watch Ronan, the danger of being discovered, the ridiculousness of the situation - none of that matters when he can see the sheen of sweat on the other boy's belly. )
Come for me, show me what I'm missing, what I should be looking forward to when I get back.
[ Ronan lets out a wretched sound - ripped out of him as he pulls his fingers out and wrap them around his dick again, barely moving before he's coming all over himself. His feet are digging in the mattress, his hips off the bed, his head tipped back, and he knows he must look absolutely obscene, but he doesn't care, not when he gets to look obscene for Adam's eyes only. ]
Ah, ah, shit --
[ Still shivering with aftershocks, Ronan turns the camera back towards his face to be able to see Adam himself. ]
( Ronan is a picture like that. The way he looks is so beautiful to Adam that it's physically painful, like something is squeezing the life out of him each time. He has to force himself to breathe, a noisy sound that fills the quiet classroom. He's passed the point of caring much about being caught. )
Yeah.
( Adam's voice is heavy, accented, rough. He bites his own bottom lip and watches Ronan through half lidded eyes. He doesn't think to redirect the camera, so the only clues that he's close are the stain of pink below his jaw, the twitch in his cheek, the way he goes still in the seconds before. He comes with a glorious curse word clearly picked up from the boy on the other end of the screen, shoulders pressed into the chair. The camera shudders, as Adam tries to recompose himself.
[ Ronan watches, enraptured, the way Adam's face changes as he comes. How he loses it, so beautiful, so rough, hard-edged and all for Ronan, only for Ronan to see. It's unbelievable, in a myriad of small ways. ]
Can you come home now?
[ His tone is vulnerable, for once. More than it usually is. The distance between them, as small as it is, is physically painful right now. Ronan doesn't do pitiful, but right now, it is the closer to it he's ever been in his life. ]
( Adam feels strange, shaky and drained while being all worked up at the same time. But one look at the expression on Ronan's face and his decision is made for him. He swallows, licks his dry lips before nodding. )
Yeah.
( Nothing in the world could keep him, he thinks, but chooses not to say outloud. Adam straightens, tucking himself back into his trousers. )
I'll make my excuses, okay? Just -- I'll be back as soon as I can.
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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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I'm gonna come - [ His own voice sounds broken, cracking on the words. ] I'll be so ready for you when you come home, but I'm gonna -
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Go on.
( His voice is low, urgent. There's a strain through it that proves he's just as affected, sweating beneath the collar of his shirt, hand moving fitfully over his own cock. He wants to watch Ronan, the danger of being discovered, the ridiculousness of the situation - none of that matters when he can see the sheen of sweat on the other boy's belly. )
Come for me, show me what I'm missing, what I should be looking forward to when I get back.
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Ah, ah, shit --
[ Still shivering with aftershocks, Ronan turns the camera back towards his face to be able to see Adam himself. ]
Adam.
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Yeah.
( Adam's voice is heavy, accented, rough. He bites his own bottom lip and watches Ronan through half lidded eyes. He doesn't think to redirect the camera, so the only clues that he's close are the stain of pink below his jaw, the twitch in his cheek, the way he goes still in the seconds before. He comes with a glorious curse word clearly picked up from the boy on the other end of the screen, shoulders pressed into the chair. The camera shudders, as Adam tries to recompose himself.
It takes longer than usual. )
Jesus fucking Christ.
( Completely Wrecked. )
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Can you come home now?
[ His tone is vulnerable, for once. More than it usually is. The distance between them, as small as it is, is physically painful right now. Ronan doesn't do pitiful, but right now, it is the closer to it he's ever been in his life. ]
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Yeah.
( Nothing in the world could keep him, he thinks, but chooses not to say outloud. Adam straightens, tucking himself back into his trousers. )
I'll make my excuses, okay? Just -- I'll be back as soon as I can.
( He needs to touch him. )
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[ Ronan's voice shakes a little, but he sounds a little less needy, which is - reassuring. He doesn't want to be this guy. ]
I'll be waiting.