Hook//Line//&Twisted

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.

he wouldn’t walk after this.

Adam rolled onto his back and tried to catch his breath. He pulled Ronan down and held him close, squeezing almost too tight. In the afterglow the thought of losing him was more terrifying than when they’d been fighting. He kissed the top of his lover’s head. His heart pounded. 

( magnolia : )

magnolia, on the other hand, preferred cold tea with her alcohol. so once he’d taken his mug, the witch focused, the cold traveling from the palm of her hand into the cup, causing the slight breeze around her — & the color of her eyes to change from cerulean, to starlit galaxies. gold milkyways swirled around her pupil for the briefest of moments before her drink was ice cold to the touch. ‘   i prefer mine cold. always.   ’

she matched his grin, studying killian’s face a moment – noting the stubble & the slope of his nose, & the way his mouth formed words. he was attractive. 

‘   careful what you wish for, mr. jones.   ’ there she paused, recognizing that she was not doing her job, rather, flirting. & that was uncalled for & unnecessary. ‘   yes, to your crew member. do you have anything of theirs that i can do the location on ? spells are more accurate if i have an item attached to them.   ’

Killian watched the witch’s eyes change as she cooled the drink in his hand. He sipped his own drink and observed.  ‘See what the girl is capable of, Mr. Jones-’ ‘Captain-’

‘Captain Jones.’ The woman’s eyes had flashed at his interruption. ‘I don’t trust the other...party...I’ve sent to tell me everything. If and only if your information is useful will I release the friend of yours I have in my care...’

The pirate swallowed. He didn’t like making deals with the devil, but the pirate the undead queen held in her “care” was an old friend. Someone he wouldn’t leave to waste there for all the gold in the world.

“I think I’ll take my chances and trust you, love.” 

He stopped for a moment. The keepsake Anne had given him was in his pocket, but he held the mug in his one good hand. He grinned and set the mug on one of the shelves and took the necklace from his pants. It was in a cloth envelope. 

He held the envelope out the witch. “It’s a girl, love. The owner of the jewelry. Not sure what you need to know about her.”

( ronan : )

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.

soon the dreamer found himself on his knees, his lover from behind — lips leaving hot kisses to his skin. he could have sworn he felt them sear against his flesh. ‘   i fucking — love you — so fucking much, adam…parrish.   ’ words breathed out between a moan, fingers gripping into dark sheets as his vision was starting to blur. he was almost there.

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. 

( magnolia : )

at least he understood. ‘   pirate or no pirate, you are a guest in my shop & i should hold my tongue better.   ’ because her mouth has gotten magnolia into trouble more times than she would ever admit to. after all, this was ( most ) of her livelihood. & she didn’t like to depend on anything she had from her parents. she wanted a life of her own.

a subtle blush spread over her cheeks, pink in it’s color, eyes gently rolling, ‘   now now, flirting will not make me work any faster.   ’ 

she got to work on the tea — simple lemon with honeysuckle. made for the best whiskey sours, with a witchy twist. pouring the hot tea over the whiskey, the witch finally moved to the pirate, offering him a mug, ‘   do you prefer it hot or cold ?   ’ because she could make it very cold, almost instantly. 

‘   pleased to meet you, mr. jones. though if you believe in witches, i suggest keeping your full name to yourself. they say my ancestor was part fae. you wouldn’t want to give your name to any of their kind.   ’ a slight joke, but with truth in it. there was always a family rumor that morgana was part fae. 

“Hot is fine,” he answered softly. The mug was warm against the knuckles of his hand. He still kept his left arm neatly tucked behind him. He knew the stories of Captain Hook in his world and either the woman would think he was some strange fan of the Peter Pan tale or that he was deranged. 

“And as for witches,” he smiled. “I certainly believe in them. I’ve had a run in-” he raised a brow and grinned- “or two.”

He sipped the tea- lemon-the whiskey complimented it. “I suppose I’ll just have to take my chances with you knowing my name now,” 

( ronan : )

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.

their bodies pressed one another, hiss of pleasure evading through clenched teeth — grinding like a dirty dance. adam would kill ronan before he could ever find release. ‘   fucking shit, parrish—   ’ he would beg. goddamn it, he NEEDED adam. ‘   fuck. me. ADAM.   ’ this time, parrish’s name was like a prayer on ronan’s tongue, a means of worship. ‘   fuck me until i can’t walk & can’t remember my own—… fuckin’ name.   ’

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, 

( magnolia : )

it seemed she had gotten the wrong impression. but you couldn’t be too careful being a witch & all. sometimes people came in here looking for something more than just her help — they wanted her blood, her magic, her life. & magnolia wasn’t quite ready to give that up.

she noted the muscle in his jaw jump, listening closely as the pirate spoke. briefly she wished for a do-over — that he was just a man looking for a trinket from a kitschy shop in salem, massachusetts. 

‘   —location magic,   ’ she spoke, canting her head for the other to follow, ‘   i can do that. i’m sorry for being rude — i can’t ever be too careful around here. i’m magnolia. welcome to spellbound —   ’ she paused as she reached behind the counter, grabbing a bottle of jack where she had it hidden for late nights, ‘   & i do have a little something to add to the tea.   ’

“You weren’t rude, love. Can’t be too careful.” He smiled. “Pirate, after all.”

He watched her grab the bottle of Jack. “You’re a girl after my own crooked heart there.”

She began making the tea and he watched her, slight guilt nipping at the edges of his resolve. He had been mostly truthful that he was looking for someone, but it wasn’t one of his-a job was a job he supposed, but the person at the other end of his pay wasn’t one he would normally make deals with. 

He hoped, for the witch’s sake, that it would be a matter of observation. He would tell the other witch that he’d visited Salem and that the girl owned a quiet shop, and hopefully she’d be left alone. 

“Killian,” he finally answered in reply. “Killian Jones.”

( ronan : )

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.

his grin match adam’s as he let out a breathy laugh, brow quirking, ‘   well then what’re you fuckin’ waiting for ? still remember my goddamn name, parrish.   ’ words were sealed with his lips on the other’s again. this was his favorite place to be.

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. 

( magnolia : )

she figured as much. he looked like a pirate — surely acted like one, too. however, she was a bit thrown off, truth be told. pirates now a days didn’t come into magic shops looking for anything. they stole fancy boats & killed people. the witch had an inkling he was no modern day pirate, perhaps, just a man stuck in time.

‘   clearly.   ’ was the only response she gave, hand swiftly moving as her sign changed to closed, door locking, ‘   so what is it exactly you are looking for then ?   ’ a pause, clenching her jaw. ‘   if i didn’t know better, i’d say that was a threat — but i don’t think many people believe in that sort of magic anymore. unless they have it of their own. so i will ask again. what do you want.   ’

Killian gestured to himself with a raise of a brow. “Me?” He laughed, “Mortal through and through, rather boring, actually.”

He walked a bit closer to the witch. She was enchanting enough that he wished they were meeting under different circumstances. “And it’s not a threat, love.”

He nodded toward the sign. “Though it’s probably wise you closed up shop. I’m not here for the wares.”

The pirate clenched his jaw and a muscle jumped. “The truth is- “

“-a need a bit of help with a spot of magic. Help finding a member of my crew.”

( ronan: )

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.

goddamn it he tasted so good.

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. 

( ronan : )

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.

their mouth crashed together, hands quickly moving down the other’s body to his jean, tugging them down to free him. ‘   shitfuck — jesus parrish —   ’ it was ronan that took control for that moment, grabbing parrish under his thighs, lifting him up as he haphazardly moved them wall to wall, mouth on mouth, to THEIR bedroom.

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.”

( magnolia : )

he certainly wanted something. magnolia wasn’t a stupid woman. she was aware when someone was sweet talking her, trying to get what they wanted. this man, whoever he may have been, was no different. so she leaned on the counter, dark brow quirking skyward before she let her own chuckle fall from her lips. ‘   i don’t offer anything extra in the teas to customers,   ’ came the response, ‘   but i do have trinkets that may be of interest to you.   ’ 

a soft roll of the eyes, the witch pushed herself up from the counter, moving from behind it, boots hitting against the wood of the flooring towards the masses of shelves stocked with crystals, teas, & spell bottles, ‘   maybe a salem cup would be interesting to you. or perhaps, a tree of life. depending on the need, will depend on the crystals woven into it.   ’ though she doubted these were the wares he was after. ‘   & i can assure you, sir, that i do not need to be on any sort of side for anyone.   ’

Killian watched the witch walk around the counter. He kept his left hand tucked behind his back, no need to startle the lass with a hook. 

“I’m a pirate, love,” he said with a grin. “We’re a superstitious sort, but I don’t think baubles are what brought me to your shop.”

He walked to the shelf and picked up one of the Salem cups she’d mentioned. A witch flying across a moon was emblazoned on the front and he chuckled. “So tell me.” He set down the mug and raised his gaze to meet hers. “Are the people of this town aware that a real witch lives among them?:

( ronan : )

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—   ’ 

hands wrapped into messy hair, keeping hold & steady, helping move his head gently.

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. 

( ronan: )

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.

‘   i want —   ’ he began, returning each kiss with fervor, feeling electricity between each one, ‘   —i want you on your knees— i want… your mouth around my —   ’ a pause, another groan passing through grinding teeth, ‘ —my cock — i want my fuckin’… nails in your back — i want you to… make me forget.. we fuckin’ fought —forget my fuckin’ name—   fuck me parrish.   ’

“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?”

Adam felt the blush creep to his cheeks. He’d fallen asleep on the couch after work. He rolled over and pushed his face into the pillow and grinned. “I-rmph-you.”

Against the pillow, the words “I love you” were muffled and quiet, but they still sent a chill down his spine. The light of dusk filling the room, the quiet of the barns, and Ronan kneeling beside him. How had he gotten so lucky?

( ronan :)

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.

‘   then fuckin’… take it off, parrish   ’ was breathed against his mouth, ‘   & take… yours off while you’re at it.   ’

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.”