The Gangsey

Gansey bit his lip, watching Ronan with shining eyes as the other man kissed his knuckles. The other was so tender and sweet with him sometimes that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He squeezed Ronan’s hands tight and gazed up at him adoringly as he huffed out at the idea of getting cold feet over marrying him. That was impossible; Gansey had never been more sure of anything in his life. 

“Well, that was highly unnecessary. I would marry you even if you were completely naked,” he assured him. But then Gansey paused and narrowed his eyes up at Ronan as he poked him lightly in the chest with a finger. “Don’t get any ideas, though.”

He raised an eyebrow when his fiance promised a surprise awaited him outside. Had Ronan decorated for the wedding without him noticing? Gansey glanced around at their friends when Ronan did, wondering if they’d helped, since they all appeared to be in on the secret. “Alright, then.” Unable to keep from grinning in his excitement, he closed his eyes and squeezed Ronan’s hand. “I’m ready!” 

Once his fiancee, soon to be husband, has his eyes closed, Ronan leans forward to whisper something in Gansey's ear inaudible to everyone else. "When we renew our vows, I'm showing up naked." He teases, allowing everyone else in the room to think he was promising something romantic or something dirty, only Gansey knowing that Ronan was being facetious. "Also, I'm going to get behind you, which is what I'll be doing a lot of tonight as well. Gotta consumnate the marriage and all." As if Gansey and Ronan hadn't screwed in every inch of this house multiple times since Gansey had moved in and before. Such a romantic Ronan Lynch, soon to be Gansey, was.

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at Noah. “Yes, it does still count!” Noah was perfectly capable of leaving any room he and Ronan happened to be making out in. The little punk just enjoyed spying and carrying everyone’s secrets around. The good thing about Noah, though, was that he was pretty good about keeping those secrets- unless he was blabbering about them to the other people involved. “We can’t help it we don’t always see you. Sometimes we just get a bit… caught up in one another.” 

“Good. Haunt all the little beasts that try to sneak in.” He shot his friend a grin, giving him permission to scare anyone who tried to get up to trouble around Monmouth. Gansey put a hand out to catch Noah’s arm when he stumbled. Then he turned and headed for the store, not expecting the other boy to walk with him. But Noah was there, and Noah loved him, and Gansey felt his chest swell. He stopped walking and turned to his friend, threw his arms around him, and squeezed him as tightly as he could. “I love you, too, Noah,” he whispered.

"I know. I know all about how caught up you get with one another." Noah teases, wiggling his eyebrows at Gansey, just trying to get a rise out of him, a shadow of the mischief he likely caused when he was entirely alive. It leaves one wondering what he was like when he wasn't, you know, dead. "You also can't help not noticing me when I'm not making myself entirely visible too. You're really cute when you're being kissed, especially when you start blushing."

A lazy smile pulled at his lips when Ronan returned the sentiment. Gansey wanted to repeat it over and over again until he was hoarse from speaking altogether. His boyfriend already had him heading to the point of hoarseness anyway, though, with every whimper and moan that escaped him as he brushed at his prostate over and over again. His fingernails dug into Ronan’s shoulders. 

He started pressing down onto that finger inside him, desperate for more. “Ronan, please,” he whimpered. Gansey’s back arched and his hips rolled, breath coming out in soft pants. “I need you, Ronan. Please?” 

Ronan hisses a little as Gansey's nails dig into his skin but it's a noise of pleasure, not of pain. There's not a thing in this world Gansey could do to Ronan that he wouldn't like. (Save for DYING ON HIM, of course, self sacrificial bastard). Ronan rewards him for it by leaning down to kiss Gansey deep before he can dare apologize in case he had heard Ronan's reaction, stealing the apology and the breath right off of his lips, leaning up only so he can allow Gansey to catch his breath and beg. Something that Ronan completely approves of Gansey doing with his mouth.

He relaxed a little at the squeeze of Adam’s hand around his own. Gansey’s pulse was fluttering wildly beneath the touch of the other boy’s hand. He felt dizzy and hungry and a little confused, just desperate for more of Adam. His head tipped up easily, giving in to whatever the other wanted, but Gansey couldn’t help the quiet whimper that drifted from him when that knee effectively trapped him in place. He rocked against Adam’s thigh, panting against his lips.

Adam would have never guessed that he would find Gansey to be so receptive of his affections due to how much they argue with one another. Ronan liked to joke that they were really like an old married couple with their bickering. If anything, Adam was so sure that Gansey would be the first one to end this, to push Adam away when he tried to kiss him, to deny Adam's affections after the years of tension between the pair of them. Though, perhaps not all of the tension was bad.

Gansey laughed breathlessly and pressed his face into the seat, trying to hide his embarrassment. His ass was warm from Henry’s slaps but he sat up and shifted his legs carefully to straddle his boyfriend. He lay his hands on Henry’s shoulders and bit his lip as he rolled his hips down against him. “Did- did you like it?” he asked sheepishly. 

His tongue slipped past the other’s lips the moment they parted. Gansey delved deep, tasting him and humming when Adam’s tongue teased at his own. He gasped softly at the insistent nudge of the other’s knee against his thighs, but he parted them willingly, opening himself up and pushing closer still to Adam. His free hand curled into his friend’s shirt, gripping tight and knowing at least his shirt was a safe space- he couldn’t hurt him by holding onto him there even if he was bruised elsewhere from his horrible father. And that thought only made a soft whine escape him as he pressed tighter against him, kissed him all the deeper.

A long, low moan drifted from Gansey as Ronan marked him. He might not like the big bruises that would be visible above his collar for anyone who saw him, but he loved the feeling of Ronan’s mouth on his neck. He rolled his hips down toward his boyfriend’s finger and whined softly at his whisper. “I love you, too, Ronan,” he breathed back. The fingers of one hand curled around the back of the other man’s neck and he closed his eyes, relaxing. He had requested that this be slow, after all.

Warmth colored his cheeks and he smiled at Ronan’s words. Gansey opened his mouth to respond, but the other curled his finger and hit that spot within him that had his back arching up and a desperate cry escaping him. Stars danced across his vision and he clutched at Ronan, shuddering with pleasure. “Ronan,” he panted. “Mmm, I love you.” Gansey said it again with just as much emotion as if he’d forgotten he’d just said those words moments ago.

Honestly, Ronan loves hearing Gansey fuss about it later, just so that he can argue that Gansey takes classes online and no one is going to see him all marked up by his boyfriend. If anything, it should be Ronan that complains when he's left with marks because he has to go in and run the store in the morning. Though, it's not like the people of Henrietta didn't already know what kind of troublemaker Ronan was, it really doesn't surprise any of his customers to see any part of Ronan bruised.

Gansey rolled his eyes at Noah’s response. “You are such a punk,” he sighed. He paused with a bag held awkwardly in the air between the cart and the car, then glanced to his ghostly friend when he mentioned kissing Ronan. His cheeks flushed hot and he narrowed his eyes at him. “Have you been spying on us?! You’d better not be spying on us, Noah. And don’t tell everyone else about it.”

He finished putting the groceries away, snorting at the idea of Monmouth being haunted. Gansey supposed it was, but Noah just wasn’t the same kind of ghost he imagined when he thought of haunted hoses. “They’d better not be breaking into the place,” he sighed. “Alright, out of the cart. I need to take it back inside.” He shooed his friend out so he could take the cart back in.

"Gansey, I'm a ghost, does it really count as spying if I just happen to be in the same room as you both and you don't take notice? If you just start making out on the couch while I'm floating between existence and not so much, then I truly believe it cannot fall under 'spying', especially if I was there first and you just didn't see me?" Noah argues, but there's a smile on his face, proof that he isn't actually offended in the least, just being the teasing brat that he is, or that he used to be.

This was the strangest thing. Gansey had never thought he’d be into something like this; he never would’ve asked for it, never would have even thought about it if Henry hadn’t brought it up. But he kind of loved it. His ears were so hot he was fairly certain they might melt right off his he ad at any moment. He alternated between laughter and moans at Henry’s words and the slaps that followed. Gansey bit his lip at his boyfriend’s question, hesitating only a second before blurting, “Fuck me, please?” 

     He’d been… a little nervous about what he might find Ronan in. But he didn’t really think he’d wear torn jeans and a tank top to their wedding. Gansey knew that tonight’s ceremony was relatively casual, but he still wanted to dress up some, make it special. And their friends had dressed nicely, too. But, aside from a little wave in greeting, he only had eyes for Ronan. Ronan wearing a tux. Gansey lifted his hands to fuss at the coat, smoothing down the lapels and that straight black tie before leaning up to kiss his fiance’s cheek.

     “Yes, well… I had faith you wouldn’t show up looking like a homeless man to the most important night of our lives,” he huffed, grinning up at Ronan. “Thank you.” The last was added in a soft whisper as he leaned into the other man. 

     With a happy sigh, he turned to face his friends, hand sliding into Ronan’s to hold on tight. “So? Shall we get on with it, then? Where will we do it? Here in front of the tree-” Gansey was still as in love with that Christmas tree as he’d been on the day Ronan had dreamed it up for him. “-Or outside? We could take the candles out and set them up…” 

While Ronan would tease Gansey relentlessly, he would never purposely go out of his way to ruin their wedding, such an important day. Ronan can hardly believe still that they were actually doing this. Getting married, the first of many things that Ronan had listed as things he wanted to do with Gansey before he died but now he gets Gansey for the rest of their lives.

He allows his soon-to-be husband to fuss over his tie, his lapels, before he grabs Gansey's hands and brings them both up to his mouth to kiss at each knuckle, trying to soothe any nerves the other man might have before Gansey leans into kiss his cheek. "I just wanted to make sure I kept you on your toes. Remember, you're signing up to a lifetime of this. I was just testing to see if you'd get cold feet."

     “Hey, she’s your bird,” Gansey reminded his boyfriend, grinning over his shoulder at him as he headed for the door. Chainsaw was up to her usual mischief, and this time, it wasn’t Gansey’s stuff she’d destroyed. How could he not laugh at that? 

     They didn’t get many visitors out here, so he was curious to see who had knocked at the door. Maybe it was Adam come back for a visit? Or maybe one of Blue’s family members was here about something or other. But when he swung the door open, he didn’t recognize the person standing on the doorstep at all. Gansey blinked once then tilted his head and offered the stranger a warm smile. 

     He didn’t recall having seen him around town before, but then Gansey had never really noticed people quite the way others in their little town did. He’d always been caught up in his Glendower search and his best friends, really. “Hello. Can I help you with something?” he asked kindly. 

     A quiet hum drifted from Gansey as Adam deepened the kiss and he leaned into him a little. His lips parted, tongue slipped out to trace the other’s lips. He buried the fingers of one hand in his friend’s sandy hair and simply held on, happy to be this close to him, to be kissing him. 

     Gansey pursed his lips and couldn’t help grinning a little, nodding when Ronan echoed his request. As the other man leaned over him, he rubbed his hands up and down his sides and tipped his head up to trail kisses along whatever skin he could reach. He let his head fall back again as Ronan settled over him and hummed into the kiss. “You’re so good to me,” he sighed. “My gorgeous dreamer.” Gansey shifted his knees apart easily and brought his hand up to brush along his boyfriend’s cheek. He sucked in a little breath as the other teased at him and tipped his head back to welcome the kisses to his neck. He dropped his hand to Ronan’s shoulder, tensing briefly when his finger began to press into him. It was getting easier to relax with him, though. Gansey was completely at ease and in love with Ronan and wanted him more than anything.

Ronan distracts Gansey more by leaving a mark on his boyfriend's neck, something Gansey will certainly complain about later even though he attends online college and only the people who come to visit Ronan's shop will see. So proper, his little King, wouldn't want all of his subjects to think lesser of him. "I love you," Ronan whispers just beneath Gansey's ear as he works that finger gently into Gansey, doesn't dare be anything but gentle with him right now. His breakable king, so fragile and so strong all at once.

      His pulse thudded faster and his hips jerked against Henry’s thighs when his hair was pulled at. Okay, so… he’d never expected he’d like this kind of thing, either. But it was kind of thrilling. And it was nice to be treated for once as if he wasn’t the innocent, vanilla guy that… granted, he usually was. He whimpered and pressed against his thighs again at another slap. “Yes pl- ahn!” His fingers bit into the seat as he clutched at it. His pants were getting tight, cock trapped against Henry’s thigh.

     “He should not be throwing anyone out of the second story window, not even you,” Gansey grumbled at his friend. Though he didn’t doubt that Noah took pride in annoying Ronan. He just had that way about him; he could be an absolute shit sometimes. It only made Gansey love him all the more, anyway. He paid for their groceries then thanked the cashier as he put the bags back in the cart and wheeled it out the door. “Do you really think we’ll get trick or treaters tonight at Monmouth?” he asked as he loaded the bags into the car.

"Alright, dad. I'll be sure to let him know you said you were going to ground him if he throws me out the window any more." Noah teases like the little punk he is. "What would that even involve for Ronan? You stop kissin' him for an hour?" Noah smiles knowingly at the other boy, a big shit eating grin that almost makes him look alive again.

It was going to be difficult to explain, that was for sure. Noah had been working out the explanation in his head in the weeks it took him to get from one side of the country to the other without getting killed or arrested for all the cars he hot wired on his way over here. That was a skill he was glad he could remember after all those years of you know, being dead and not being able to do much with his hands.

Oh yeah, hey Gansey, it's me, Noah. I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I kinda high jacked this guy's body. Isn't he cute? I really like his ass, it's nice and perky just the way mine used to be. I mean... huh.. okay, so like, he was gonna kill himself, right? And his soul passed on, I swear, he's not in here with me. I'm just piloting his body now. Hey, could you please put Ronan's gun down? Don't call the authorities. Or the exorcist.

All of the scenarios that played out in Noah's head always ended badly, but he had never expected to show up to Monmouth and have it barren. There was no trace that the boys had ever lived here and in their place was the Dean of Aglionby Academy making plans with an architect on what he'd like to do with the place. If they weren't here then where could they be?

He thinks about going to Adam's apartment, but by now, surely Adam has gone off to a college and doesn't live there anymore. He thinks about going over to Blue's place but he feels like the idea of a ghost possessing a body wasn't going to sit well with her eccentric family. The only other place he can think to go is The Barns, Ronan's old family home.

     Gansey laughed softly at Noah’s response. It was true enough; plenty of people thought him strange, and he supposed he was. He didn’t mind being considered a strange boy, though, so he continued leaning over Noah as he pushed the cart toward the counter. “Oh, that’s just cruel,” he said with another laugh. “I’m sure you drive him nuts, too. Make it difficult for him to maintain his silence.” He straightened as he reached the counter, offering a friendly smile to the cashier. “Good evening,” he greeted cheerfully as he began placing all the items they’d picked out onto the belt for her to ring up. He pushed Noah further down to the other side of the register and pulled some cash out to pay.