incognoscibilis | I don't care much for locks on the window to keep me at bay [Ronan 01/18/16]

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I don't care much for locks on the window to keep me at bay [Ronan 01/18/16]

He'd gotten the text this morning: classes canceled. Adam supposed he should have been relieved but mostly he felt ill at ease. This was supposed to be his first day of classes; he'd already been through Orientation and class sign ups in the hectic rush from high school to college in the span of only a few weeks. The class cancellation left him keyed up, feeling like a stalled car.

He'd loaded up most of his classes on Mondays and Wednesdays, leaving him more time for work on other days, so he had nowhere to be. Somehow that just left Adam more anxious, sitting on his bed and staring at the backpack he'd stuffed with his textbooks and notebooks. His Darrow laptop sat open on his bed and Adam tried to find some distraction, but his mind constantly ticked with the sense that he had somewhere to be.

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Ronan's getting better at sleeping through the night. The better his control, the fewer terrors. It's been weeks now since he last heard the familiar tck-tck-tck in his dreams so it's almost more habit than anything else that keeps him up at night.

And Gansey, of course. But there's a comfort in that, too.

He's been awake enough all night to watch the storm roll in, Hywel's heater fighting fiercely to combat the frigid cold. He'd turned on the radio sometime close to 6:00 AM, listened to the traffic and the closure notices while Gansey poked at a map.

Adam's classes start today, he knows.

Would have started today.

Still in just boxer-briefs and a loose shirt, Ronan heats up a bagel. Smears each half with cream cheese. Pours a glass of milk. Then taps his foot against Adam's door before peeking his head in. "Snow day," he says, holding out the bagel as he kicks Adam's door closed.

"The kind of thing we used to pray for," Adam agreed. He reached out and took the bagel, absentmindedly eating a third of it in one bite as he skimmed online for any e-mails or information from his classes. It was hard to say if his Darrow-issue laptop or Hywel's wifi connection was the issue, but he was having a hell of a time loading anything.

"I'll probably be crossing my fingers for one, soon enough." But today it just left him feeling nervous and antsy.

In a shameless bid to distract himself, he beckoned Ronan over and into his bed.

"Might as well enjoy this one while you have it," Ronan points out, dropping onto the bed beside Adam and tucking one foot under his thigh. He takes a sip of the milk then hands the glass over to Adam, exchanging it for the bagel. "

You don't even have to spend it studying," he points out through his mouthful, words muffled. "Which is fucking exactly what you'll do if you ever get another one. Loser."

"No, I'm just going to use it to get a jump where I can," he says. Adam briefly plays defensive, like he won't give up the bagel, before passing it back over. As Ronan sits, Adam shifts up so that he can make room for him.

Idly, Adam drags his fingertips along Ronan's arm and up to his shoulder. "Did you sleep at all?"

Adam's fingers are light on Ronan's arm, his words laced with a quiet concern. It's not the same as when Gansey asks that question, or even when Noah does. It lights a slow, burning heat low in Ronan's gut and he gives Adam a small, warm grin and a shrug.

"Enough," he says, which doesn't really say much at all, but it's the best he has.

He hands the bagel back to Adam and bumps their shoulders together lightly before settling his hand high up on Adam's thigh, squeezing. "You're supposed to sleep in on snow days, man. That's what I hear."

Adam shoves the rest of the bagel into his mouth, quiet as he chews. He keeps his ear open Ronan while he skims a downloaded syllabus. "You're bad at taking your own advice," Adam points out.

The hand on Ronan's shoulder slides up to mold over the shape of his neck, thumb slotted just beneath his ear. "You could sleep too."

"Mmm," Ronan replies, but it isn't in disagreement.

He falls quiet for a few moments though, watching Adam's computer screen as he scrolls, catching a few words here and there. He slides his hand a little higher.

"'Sleeping in' can mean other things," he finally says, fighting a grin.

"Never took you for a flirt, Lynch," Adam says. Determinedly, he keeps his eyes on the syllabus but now it's a test of Ronan's persuasion and his own willpower. The thumb that rests by Ronan's ear now curves up, tracing the shell and the warm skin.

Ronan only shrugs. It doesn't feel like flirting so much as... persuasion.

Adam's attention is still on his computer screen, but he has a hand on Ronan's jaw, thumb lightly tracing the curve of his ear in a way that sends heat all down his spine. It's encouraging.

Keeping his hand on Adam's thigh, Ronan turns his head to catch Adam's fingers with his teeth, two of them. There's the faint taste of cream cheese when he licks the pad of the middle one, but mostly the heady-salty taste of Adam's skin.

Adam almost gives in right there, ready to turn and grab Ronan up for a kiss. He resists and pulls up an e-mail from his literature professor. "You know that once classes really start, I won't be able to just throw you into bed at a whim," he warns.

He surrenders halfway and flips the laptop closed before dropping backward into the mattress.

Ronan lets out a low chuckle against Adam's finger, grinning as he holds the digit between his teeth.

Adam seems to remain impervious for a moment before he's closing his laptop and pulling away, stretching out across the mattress. Smirking, Ronan turns to crawl up over him, and on either side of him. "Guess that means you better work at getting your fill while you still can."

"I was going to say the same to you." God, Adam thinks, he's no good at flirting at all but the sight of Ronan makes him smile all too wide, thrilled at the weight of Ronan over him. Lynch always makes it sound so easy. Why put off today what you can put off tomorrow, after all.

It's not Adam's motto but, maybe, for a day he can pretend it is.

"Kiss me?"

Ronan has a feeling he'll be spending the next several months distracting Adam from stressing himself the fuck out with school and work. But something about that is appealing, a little bit like being back in Henrietta, back to some normalcy.

But for now, it's a snow day, and Adam is stretched out beneath him, grinning and gorgeous.

Ronan cocks his head, his eyes dragging down to rest on Adam's full, plush lips. "Hmm," he replies, pretending to have to think about it. "Maybe. There something in it for me if I do?"

"Absolutely nothing," Adam deadpans. He arches back into the mattress and looks away, fingers inching across the mattress like he might go back to his laptop then. Only, the motion simply serves to tilt his chin away and elongate his neck for Ronan's inspection.

"Guess it was silly of me to ask."

Adam arches, arm outstretched to reach for his laptop and Ronan gives a grunt of a laugh, reaching out with him, to push it further away. The position puts Ronan's mouth right at about Adam's bicep so Ronan leans down for a quick bite, humming softly before mouthing his way up to Adam's collarbone and into the soft dip of skin just inside.

"Yeah, there's fuckall here," Ronan says, teeth scraping Adam's jaw now as he lowers himself slowly, resting comfortably atop Adam's prone body.

"Someone texted me about a snowball fight but..." Adam trails off deliberately and then gasps entirely unintentionally when Ronan's teeth nip along his skin. Adam pulls in a breath of air, trying to keep the pretense up.

"It's cold."

Adam gasps, a soft, delicious inhale that makes Ronan grin. He watches the bob of Adam's adam's apple as he swallows, watches him suck in a breath, clearly trying not to crack too soon.

"Not in here, it isn't," Ronan murmurs out, his voice and breath warm against the skin just below Adam's right ear. He nips there too, then drags his tongue upward along the shell.

Ronan's voice is right in his ear, filling up his entire range of hearing, and it makes him shiver. Closing his eyes, Adam lets Ronan fill up the rest of his senses with touch.

"That's because you're keeping me warm," Adam points out. Seeking more of that warmth, Adam runs his hand over Ronan's stomach, fingers under his shirt.

Adam shudders beneath him and Ronan hums softly under his breath, pleased by the response, before sucking lightly at Adam's earlobe.

And it's his turn to shiver when Adam sneaks his hands beneath Ronan's shirt, skimming over bare skin with cool hands. It turns into a quiet laugh, a puff of air against Adam's ear as he pulls back. "That a complaint, Parrish?" he asks, his voice teasing. "Cause I can stop."

"Hell no." It's zero to sixty in a few seconds. Ronan's mouth is warm against his skin and Adam can already feel heat pooling in his gut as Ronan shifts over and against him.

He wants the opposite of stopping, frankly. Adam shifts his hand down and peels Ronan's shirt off properly this time before shoving at him gently. "Lock the door."

Ronan doesn't have to be told twice. As soon as his shirts off, he's pushing up with a grin, stepping off the bed to quickly flip the lock on the door before returning, crawling right back over Adam, one knee on either side of Adam's thighs and one hand sneaking up under Adam's shirt.

He ducks forward at the same time to mouth at Adam's jaw, teeth scraping. "Bet the snowball fight won't come with blowjobs either," he says, his hand teasing down the expanse of Adam's stomach to stop just short of the top button of his jeans.

Adam laughs and throws his hands up so that it's easy to pull his shirt away without any obstacles. Arching his back, Adam raises his hips up toward Ronan, humming under the kisses to his neck.

"Definitely an advantage to staying in," he agrees. Trying to be bold, Adam shuffles a little further down on the bed so that his feet are flat on the floor and he's looking right up between Ronan's legs.

Ronan pulls Adam's shirt off with little difficulty, taking in the bare, golden skin beneath. As often as he's seen Adam naked now, he still can't get over the fact that he can look and touch and taste. He's beginning to think he never will.

But then Adam shifts downward on the bed. Ronan grins, curious, before Adam shoots him a slow grin and Ronan feels the clench of want low in his gut.

"Got plans, Parrish?" he asks, holding his weight in one arm as he reaches down with the other, fingers curling through Adam's hair lightly.

"I have half a plan and a can do attitude," Adam says against the hard planes of Ronan's stomach. After everything they've done so far, Adam's mostly run out of nerves.

If he's not good at sucking cock, Ronan makes great practice.

Shifting his hand, Adam motions for Ronan to move onto his back. "Lie down."

It's difficult not to suck in a breath as Adam's mouth brushes Ronan's belly and Ronan barely fights the urge, watching Adam intently before letting out another low chuckle. When Adam speaks again, his voice is low and gently commanding in a way that goes directly to Ronan's dick.

He shifts off of Adam carefully, stretching out the bed in only his boxer briefs, one leg bent at the knee and a hand over his chest as he watches Adam. "What is this 'can do' attitude canning you to do?"

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