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His name again. Adam groaned and pushed deeper. He was so close. The dance between the two of them a perfect rhythm. The feeling of Ronan in his hand, moving against him-forward into his hand-backward onto his cock. 

Adam felt it-the wave- he bit down on the flesh of Ronan’s shoulder-hard enough to leave a mark, but not break skin and moaned into the flesh. 

“Ronan-god Ronan-I’m-” he couldn’t make out the words it was dizzying, tightening, he bucked against Ronan and cried out. 

he was climbing the peak & was nearing the edge. ronan was so close to euphoria that he could practically taste it on his tongue. the room smelled of sex, the sheets sticky with sweat. the greywaren panted, knuckles white from the pressure he was grasping the sheets with.

as teeth dug into his flesh, ronan let out a groan so loud he swore it vibrated the room --- head spinning as his body shook, releasing all he was. ‘  jes---us...fuckin’--- shit---   ’ profanities flew from the boy’s mouth as he emptied himself into his boyfriend’s hand, feeling the warmth of adam fill him.

adam did his job.

It was his name on Ronan’s voice that broke him. He reached over to their bedside table and grabbed what he needed. When he leaned back in and touched Ronan’s lips with his own he pressed against Ronan and gasped. 

“Ronan-”

Adam checked himself. He wanted to thrust against him with an intensity that would leave him cresting in moments, but he needed to hear his name again-needed to hear Ronan beg for his own climax. 

He leaned back so that he was on his knees and draped Ronan’s legs on either of his thighs. Pushing forward until he felt every inch of himself in the warmth that was the greywaren. 

Before moving his hips he began stroking Ronan, up and down, gripping him. He began moving with the rhythm of his hand, in and out- faster and faster until Ronan’s hips were moving with his and the two of them were panting. 

He wasn’t done. He wouldn’t let it be over yet. He pulled away and pushed Ronan until he was flipped onto his stomach. Reaching around his hips he began stroking him against while he entered him from behind and kissed the back of his neck, 

“I fucking love you.” 

a groan filled the room as ronan’s body reacted to adam --- short, black painted nails digging into the magician’s back, leaving faint red marks everywhere they raked down. ‘   ad...am---   ’ came the moaned name of his lover, sliding off his tongue in melody.

his voice filled the room with adam’s name again as the boy filled him entirely, voice increasing between hisses, moans, & groans to his own cock being stroked. adam would kill him. ronan would get his wish. if he could even move at all once this was over, it would be a victory.

‘   fuck--- jesus---   ’ called the greywaren, hips moving in rhythm with adam’s movements. they were fluid, in complete sync. his lungs felt like they were on fire, head spinning as his body climbed towards climax.

not yet. he wasn’t ready for this to be done.

Adam growled against Ronan’s mouth. He pinned the other male to the bed and reached down until his hand closed around Ronan’s shaft. He brushed a thumb against the bundle of nerves at the top and stroked up and down for a moment before settling himself over the greywaren. 

He pressed himself against him and moved his hips so that they were rubbing together, shaft against shaft, skin against skin while their mouths and tongues danced for dominance. He moved faster. Meanwhile he caught Ronan’s earlobe between his teeth and lightly bit down, before whispering, “I’m waiting-” He moved down to his neck and kissed hard enough to leave a mark. “-for you to to do the begging now.”

a moan wracked through ronan at the sudden switch --- the warm hand around his cock & the taste of adam’s tongue against his. ‘   je..sus--- fuck---   ’ he breathed against his mouth, hips bucking into his hand.

Each kiss that Ronan left was a brand. Adam could feel his lips travel from jawline to collar bone and down and he writhed beneath the greywaren. 

“Please,” he moaned. “Jesus-” 

When Ronan’s mouth enveloped him he groaned and gripped the sheet beneath him, pulling and twisting them and raising his hips for more-more-more…

“God, yes.” He threw his head back and checked the urge to drive himself into Ronan’s mouth faster and harder. He wanted more than this. 

He touched Ronan on the shoulder and the dreamer moved back up to kiss him again. Their tongues tangled and Adam let himself enjoy the feel of their bodies pressed together, the entire length of them touching. 

He leaned back grinned. “I believe I still had a few jobs to do. Something about making you forget your name.”

ronan’s head moved meticulously against adam’s shaft, tongue swirling as he sucked --- tasting the magician for all he was & all he was worth. he lost himself in the rhythm, in the way adam sounded, the way he felt. using all senses to lose himself in something that was beyond him & was entirely about the boy beneath his own body.

it was when he felt the soft touch on his shoulders that he trailed kisses up until their lips met, tongues engaging in a dance for dominance. body to body, skin to skin. this is what ronan needed. he needed adam. raw in flesh. here. with him.

The tangle of bodies from living room to bedroom had Adam panting. Ronan’s fingers digging into his thighs as the taller male carried him to their room- Adam pulled at Ronan’s hair until his head tilted back and he could kiss the juncture of neck and jaw. 

They crashed into the room and onto the bed, Ronan on top of Adam and they fell onto the piece of furniture with the grace of a summer storm. 

He bucked his hips, needing to feel him everywhere.

His skin was electric. “Please,” Adam panted. “Please touch me.”

He loved the control, but in that moment the only thing that mattered was Ronan’s touch. He needed it, craved it- was willing to beg for it. 

wall to wall they stumbled until ronan found their bedroom, groans & moans leaving the greywaren’s lips to each kiss on the expanse of his neck & jaw. adam parrish was driving him absolutely insane, his body throbbing for his touch, to feel his hands all over his skin like a tattoo.

ronan noted the buck of adam’s hips --- the dreamer’s arms on either side of adam’s head, towering above him like a shadow. he took him in like his favorite liquor, licking over drying lips before his head dipped down, taking his lips as his own in a hungry kiss.

one hand slowly roamed down the magician’s chest, hooking into the waistband of his boxers to tug them down, freeing him entirely.

the trail of kisses down his body began with his jawline, down his neck to his collar bone, chest --- ribs, over each hipbone, where ronan paused a moment, taking his sweet time to suckle dark bruises into them, before his head dipped lower, full lips enveloping adam.

The feel of Ronan’s fingers tangled in his hair and his hands guiding him deeper made Adam groan. The feeling of control, of this moment, his ability to set fire to them both and help them burn through the haze that had been settling around them. This…this was part of them…maybe not the most important piece of the jumbled puzzle that was Ronan and Adam, but a damn enjoyable bit that Adam fully intended to take advantage of. 

He flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves at the tip of Ronan while his mouth slid up and down. He waited until he could feel the dreamer pushing his hips against his mouth and he settled back on his heels. “Not so fast, Lynch.”

He stood and pulled him against him. His mouth claimed Ronan’s and he cradled his head, hands on either side of his face. He was hard, straining against the unbuttoned jeans. He wanted nothing more than to take him here- against the wall. 

“Bedroom, now.” He said through gritted teeth. 

while adam loved the control, ronan loved the complete lack of it. ronan was in his element, allowing adam parrish to take lead on what it is they’d do --- & how they’d do it. the way adam’s mouth felt around him set his body alight, another moan stifling from his lips. this was them. messy. raw. rough. they were everything good, bad, & in between. uncontrollable like a storm.

ronan couldn’t help the buck of his hips, aiding the magician in the way his mouth enveloped him & moved up & down on his shaft. however, at adam’s words, ronan’s eyes lazily fluttered open, casting down at the boy on his knees.

gaze followed as adam stood, body aching for his touch.

@darkencd gets a starter for derek

when erica woke up, everything that happened felt like a dream. getting detention, jackson turning into the kanima, going into a seizure, non of it could be real. but if it wasn’t, why was she in the train depot? why wasn’t she at home? and more importantly, why did her arm hurt so badly? all questions that she had no answer to. her head still felt fuzzy, like it was filled with cotton balls, and when she sat up, the wagon she was in started spinning, and it took a while for it to stop. that probably should’ve been an indication that she should stay where she was, but when had erica reyes ever followed the rules since she was turned into a werewolf. once the world came back into focus, the she wolf rose to her feet, and slowly made her way out of the compartment.

“derek?” she called out, knowing he was near, as she leaned against the dented metal, stars shooting through her vision. 

Can’t? He can’t? Since when was there something that Stiles couldn’t trust her with? Sure, he had Lydia and she had, whatever she had with Scott which wasn’t really much anymore. But still, she thought they were closer than that. But then again, did she tell him everything anymore? No.

“Stiles, normally when you say you’re good, you’re not. So, if you’re not gonna talk to me, please just talk to someone. You look stressed, you smell stressed and I just.. don’t like that? I want the best for you and it looks like you’re not as happy as you should be. And that’s not- I’m not trying to say anything bad about Lydia, you know that. But you don’t seem happy.”

this was proving to be more difficult than stiles originally wanted it to be. lying to malia was a mistake, but again --- he couldn’t just fuck a bunch of people up with a few words. but nonetheless, he was going to. for her. & more importantly, for himself because fucks sake he was struggling.

hands ran down his face as he let out the breath he’d been holding. ‘   i AM STRESSED.   ’ there was emphasis on stressed, gritting his teeth a moment before he began to pace, ‘   ---i’m not happy. lydia --- she & i --- we’re better off friends.   ’ wow. he didn’t realize just how much it took out of him to hold that in. ‘   ---& the best for me was you.   ’ he froze there in his spot, amber eyes focusing on malia’s pretty face.

“Jesus, Lynch.” Adam groaned. He was on fire. He pulled at the buttons of Ronan’s pants and reached for him. He needed to feel him. Needed to feel how much Ronan wanted him. 

He moved his hands up and down slowly, teasingly, swirling his tongue in Ronan’s mouth with the same rhythm.

“My mouth?” He kissed his neck. “You want my mouth?”

He squeezed Ronan’s cock and flicked his thumb over the tip. He kissed down Ronan’s chest and stomach until he knelt in front of the dreamer and pulled pants and briefs to the floor. Adam grinned up at him and flicked his tongue out, once, twice, and grinned. “Like that?”

adam wanted answers & ronan knew exactly what he wanted. he wanted to be lost in adam parrish --- lost in their bodies, lost in feeling. GOOD FEELING. the type that makes your head spin, body twitch, & lungs catch fire. ronan lynch needed to feel just how much adam loved, wanted, & needed him.

a groan escaped the dreamer’s mouth as warm, callused hand wrapped around him --- sending a jolt up his spine, each hair on the back of his neck standing. ‘   fuck---   ’ he stammered, heart picking up pace as it drummed against his chest.

blue eyes watched carefully as the magician got lower & lower, head falling back as his eyes fell shut. adam would kill him before he even got release. ‘   your--- fuck---   ’ ---in mouth. but ronan didn’t get to finish that sentence.

‘   just like fuckin’ that--- jesus fuck---   ’ 

Adam didn’t need to be told twice. He ripped Ronan’s shirt off and made quick work of his own. The moment away from him was like being underwater. He needed to touch him to breathe. 

He pressed the whole length of his body against Ronan’s so that the bare skin of their chests were together. Their mouths were hard and desperate against each other. 

Adam reached between them and worked on the buttons of his jeans. They hung low on his hips and he grabbed the dreamer’s wrists and pushed them until they were over his head. He stretched, the taller boy flush against the wall. 

“I want you.”

Holding Ronan’s wrists he trailed a lazy hand down to Ronan’s pants. He tugged and smiled against Ronan’s mouth. “Tell me-” he said between kisses. He moved to Ronan’s neck and pushed his hips tighter against the other male. “Tell me what you want-” His lips left a path from Ronan’s ear back to his mouth, but Adam kissed around his lips, never fully touching them with his own. 

“-tell me what you want me to do to you, Ronan.”

His lips crashed against Ronan’s. 

ronan felt like his skin was on fire. skin to skin, his entire body ignited with urgency & need. he wanted adam, yes. but more importantly, NEEDED him. desperately. carnally. in ways he never wanted anyone before.

adam was oxygen & his body was begging.

heart stammered against his chest, allowing parrish to lead him --- move him like a puppet, wrists pinned above his head. anyone other would never get his kind of control over ronan lynch, but ronan trusted adam with his body. with his mind. with his emotions. he was a simple puppet on the magician’s strings.

‘   fuck parrish---   ’ ronan breathed, voice rasp, dripping with want. ‘   ---fuck---   ’ a pregnant pause ensued between words, moan slipping from parted lips.

adam would drive him insane.

“Good,” Adam whispered against his lips. He let Ronan pin him for a few beats of their kisses and then swung so that he was pushing him against the wall. He ground his hips against Ronan, an almost animal instinct-wanting-craving more. He needed to touch him. Needed to touch all of him. He needed this physical anchor to prove that Ronan was still here, that he was real, and he had chosen Adam. 

He pulled up the dreamer’s shirt so he could press he hands to his back. He loved Ronan’s shoulders, the clean lines and sharp points of his bones. Adam pushed his hands against them and deepened their kiss with a moan against Ronan’s mouth. He moved his lips. Peppering kisses along Ronan’s jaw line and down his neck. 

“Your shirt has to go,” he whispered, tugging at the offending garment. 

a groan left ronan’s lips as soon as his back hit the wall, fingers grasping for adam’s back --- his shirt. anything to anchor him to his moment. it was purely carnal desire that was taking him over, making his mind swim with thoughts of their bodies crashing against each other & those melodious sounds that he’d hear from adam’s lips.

their mouths moved against one another’s, ronan’s tongue chasing parrish’s in a dance of dominance. he wanted him. DESPERATELY. this made him forget the fight. forget that he ever doubted adam. that he ever doubted them.

Adam knew what Ronan was doing. Knew the other boy would retreat and battle demons on his own, but Ronan’s lips on his jawline was making it hard for him to remember why he hadn’t wanted to let this fight go. 

“That’s another question you didn’t answer, Lynch.” He tugged him flush against his chest, pulling Ronan’s taller frame so that their lips could meet.

“You-” he kissed Ronan-hard-unforgiving- “know-” his teeth grazed Ronan’s lips- “I love you.-” He leaned back and caught the lobe of Ronan’s ear with his mouth. “RIGHT?” the question was a low growl into Ronan’s ear. 

it would have been a lie to say ronan wasn’t surprised by adam’s action --- it wasn’t the first time parrish was ROUGHER with the dreamer, but typically it wasn’t after this grandeur of a fight. 

a soft groan left ronan’s lips to the harsh, unforgiving kiss, hand trailed up into adam’s hair, fingers curling into dusty brown hair. another groan left his lips. his body moved, sending adam parrish into the wall which ronan had put a hole into only minutes before. ‘   i’m aware,   ’ he spoke harshly, untangling his fingers from adam’s hair to place both hands on either side of adam’s head.

Adam leaned in and brushed a kiss against Ronan’s temple. “You’re placating me.” 

He dropped another kiss on the top of his cheek bone. “You’re saying fine to end the fight. I know you better than that, Lynch.” 

He backed away and slid his hand down Ronan’s arm to grab his hand again. “Come to bed. We’ll talk more in the morning. We can figure out August at least.”

He swallowed. “I love you. You know that, right?” He couldn’t keep the emotions from his voice and he squeezed Ronan’s uninjured hand. 

the one thing ronan lynch hated about adam parrish is how easily he could read him. yes, ronan was saying what he was saying to stop the nuisance of this ever revolving fight. & no, he wasn’t going to stop doing that. he just needed to figure it out on his own. work through his own problems. on. his. own.

fighting senselessly with adam no longer made sense. it was ronan’s fears, after all.

eyes fluttered open to the kisses, pink hue tinting his light complexion. ‘   fine.   ’ the only response to going to bed. ronan wasn’t physically tired, but his mind was begging for rest. a dull headache pulsed behind his eyeballs.

“What the hell makes you think we’re anything special, Ronan?” Adam swallowed. “What makes you think that we have to have this all figured out and stick to a plan before we even get there?” 

He grabbed the other boy’s hand and touched around the torn skin. “There’s always a chance this doesn’t work, but are we going to throw it away because you’re afraid one day I’ll wake up and want to run?”

He bit his lip. “Let me choose you.” He knew Ronan wouldn’t answer the question directly. “God damn, you. Please let me choose this.” 

He pulled him closer. “Maybe it’ll work and we’ll be horribly domestic and hate ourselves, but be so damn happy Gansey will do that thing where he just smiles at us and Blue will say she hates visiting, but secretly she’ll love the way you make pancakes and I steal batter from the bowl.”

Adam took a breath in deep enough that his chest rose. “And maybe it won’t work. Maybe you’ll decide I’m like my dad and maybe I’ll feel trapped and we’ll be destructive and toxic and this whole thing will crash and burn.”

Another tug and they were chest to chest and Adam laid his hand on the side of Ronan’s face and rubbed his cheek with his thumb. “But maybe it won’t. That’s my dream, Ronan. Everything else is semantics. I can make the other things fit this dream, but I can’t make any of those dreams feel worth it if you’re not a part of them.”

because a plan is what ronan wanted. because there was nothing in ronan’s life that ever went according to plan & goddamn it, he wanted a plan. this once. to be able to have it all figured out where he’s not sitting at home wondering if adam will come home. if adam met someone else. if adam got bored. IF ADAM. all he wanted was adam parrish & he rather push him away now then get too deep where he’d just let his demons drown him.

but he didn’t answer. adam wanted this. so he’d keep his worries to himself --- though he knew sooner than later they’d come out in awful dreams. he’d keep himself up. sleep when adam was away or when ronan was inside the barns where it was safe. where he could contain them.

‘   fine.   ’ that was all he said, wincing slightly to warmth over the fresh wounds. this would stop the fight. stop the pain. for a moment. ronan could hide this, couldn’t he ? it was his doubt. his fears. parrish didn’t need to get dragged into this.

now they were chest to chest, the anger turning into sorrow, lining his eyes with tears. he wouldn’t let himself cry again. so he screwed his eyes shut & willed them away.

‘   fine   ’ he repeated, chest rising & falling with the sigh he’s exhaled.

“I never asked for anything to be fucking normal, Ronan!” Adam pushed his hands through his hair. “But you wouldn’t know that. You wouldn’t know what I want because you didn’t ask me. You chose our roles and casted us as them without ever asking me.”

He nearly choked on the anger. “I’m the hot shot and you’re the farmer and nothing I can do will ever make those two things go together, right? I can’t want this? I can’t want our family.” He took up Ronan’s pacing. “What the hell, Lynch? Answer the question.” 

His breaths were coming in short bursts. “Answer the goddamn question. Because this-” he gestured to the air in between them. “This is up to you.”

ronan was a volcano. between himself & adam, they were the perfect storm --- about to level the barns with everything in it. first, the dreamer went silent. his pacing stopped. then, his fist went through dry wall, nicking his skin, hot red liquid beading against knuckles.

‘   i don’t want to answer the fucking question, parrish.   ’ words spoken through clenched teeth, looking like a feral wolf. he didn’t recognize himself. when did he & adam become so goddamn destructive with one another ? ‘   you can fucking want all you want. you can want me. this. us. all. you. fucking. want.   ’ he was still avoiding the question.

balled fist lowered to his side, teeth gritting against one another, ‘   choose me, then. but ten years down the fucking line, i don’t want to fucking hear how you’re fucking stuck in this goddamn prison. because that’s all it’ll ever fucking be. a goddamn prison.   ’