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President Cell Phone (he hates that nickname, but then...Jane so he doesn't much have room to talk) called a meeting. It's about time they properly saw Monmouth in and got this quest off the ground. Really, Gansey just wants to see all of his people in one place. He's still a bit unsettled about everyone's position in the city. Blue has moved into Monmouth, which Gansey likes, but it's also changed the dynamic of things, or at least he thinks that's what's changed the dynamic. Ronan has been by Monmouth and rattled through his room, taking stock Gansey thinks, but he hasn't stayed the night. It's not unusual for Ronan; there are nights back in Henreitta that his bed goes unslept in as well. Adam hasn't ever lived at Monmouth, but Gansey wants to give him one last offer and he wants to make certain that everyone knows they're welcome to stay here.

Not to mention the quest. He's not certain if it's the same quest to find Glendower or whether it's a different quest, to find a way out of here so they can return to the Glendower quest. Either way, it's something for Gansey to research, something for him to take notes on and something for him to occupy his time with. It's an important facet of Gansey. He's secretly (not so secretly) an obsessed individual that can easily fall into depression without something to focus on, something productive to obsess about.

In any case, meeting. Yes. There's pizza and Jane has cleaned up a bit. Gansey had to run her out of the main room because things are scattered just the way he likes. He's shuffling through papers on his desk and making notes, mint leaf between his teeth when everyone starts to arrive. He'll put that aside to mingle.

[Open to Ronan, Adam, Noah, Blue and Gansey. Mingle style. I'll probably do a formal 'let's get this meeting started' gansey thing further down. No particular posting order. Let me know if you want Ronan or Gansey in particular, otherwise...have fun? I just wanted TRC buds things]

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Ronan likes the familiarity and Gansey is closer to him than his own brother. Noah might be his best friend, but Gansey is his brother. Gansey is just another piece of the puzzle that makes this life here feel okay. Almost on time is a big deal. He's got Chainsaw with him because he figures Chainsaw misses irritating the shit out of Gansey just as much as Ronan does. Once they're through the door and into the main room, Chainsaw moves from Ronan's shoulder and flutters about the room exploring everything. She promptly sets about shredding something that looks like it's old if not important and Gansey, predictably has a small heart attack, pleading with Ronan to rein that pest in.

Ronan sits down next to Adam, his knee pressed against Adam's as he picks at his own pizza, clucking his tongue to call Chainsaw over so that he can feed her toppings off his pizza, and occasionally toppings off Adam's pizza.

It's okay. He and Ronan have always sat like this. It's fine. No one thinks anything is different. No one knows. No one suspects. They're fine. It takes Adam a bit to convince himself of these things. But once he does, he relaxes against Ronan's side, leaning just a bit more into it than he had been as if he can leech some of Ronan's calm from him, some of his self-assuredness. Adam needs that so badly right now.

He feels Chainsaw's beak in his hair in between bites, a familiar gesture at this point. It almost tickles when that touch gets close to his ear. That's the only time he brushes the beak away. Wouldn't want to be caught smiling or laughing. No, can't have that now can we.

Ronan could care less if anyone suspects. He's going to tell everyone anyway. He doesn't have a plan, but he'd sworn he'd tell the others and he doesn't see why it shouldn't happen some time tonight. He doesn't say anything to Adam about the way he leans against him (he's so accustomed to it now that he doesn't think much of it).

As for Chainsaw, she knows by now that it tickles Adam when she touches his ear so between bites she often nibbles at his ear, persistent in her goal of getting Adam to laugh or smile.

"She wants your mushrooms," he tells Adam. "Stupid carnivorous bird likes mushrooms."

That's what Adam wants to glean from Ronan, that careless attitude that says people have to accept him as is or get out of his way. Logically, Adam knows that that kind of attitude is just not in him. He is not Ronan Lynch. But sometimes he really wishes he were. How much easier life would be if Adam quit fighting the wars within himself every single da.

At that, Adam picks a mushroom from his pizza and holds it up or Chainsaw, who takes the bit of food and nibbles happily.

"She has good taste." Adam comments, giving Ronan a look that says he will feed her all the mushrooms and Chainsaw is not stupid for eating them. "Sometimes mushrooms are the best part."

Likely, it's more of a personality quirk than anything. Of course, it didn't hurt that Ronan grew up with a family that loved him and didn't care what others thought. If Ronan can get Adam to quit fighting the war inside him for a single day, he feels accomplished.

Ronan rolls his eyes and snorts. "You spoil her." As if Ronan doesn't. "If she pukes mushroom shit all over your side of the bed, I'm not cleaning it up."

"We both do." Adam says simply. Ronan knows he's just as bad about spoiling Chainsaw as Adam has become over the last several months. Adam reaches out, running one index finger, still stained with grease and dirt from work today, over Chainsaw's head and back. "She wouldn't betray me like that."

He catches Ronan's gaze and one corner of his lips twitches before any trace of a smile is gone and he leans back against the wall again to pick at his pizza. "We should get twizzlers sometime. Chainsaw would like twizzlers." Adam would like twizzlers too.

Ronan rolls his eyes at that, refusing to admit that he spoils Chainsaw. He does though. Chainsaw tilts her head into Adam's hand, shivering and shaking out her feathers as he runs his finger down her back. It's clear she likes that.

He doesn't miss that not quite smile as he picks up his own pizza, folds it in half and takes a big bite. He snorts a little at Adam's comment. However, it's highly likely that when Adam and Ronan wake up in the morning there will be a crate of Twizzlers next to the bed. Who needs the store when you can dream things? He's gotten greedy about dreaming here.

It's okay for Ronan to be greedy about it here. Adam has ample time to keep up with the ley lines (amazing how that happens when you go from working three jobs on top of school to one job and nothing else), and he even works overtime to do it so that Ronan can dream as much as he wants or needs to. Ronan does and has done so much for Adam. This is what Adam can do for Ronan.

"Do you feel like this is awkward?" He asks in a whisper just loud enough for Ronan to hear. He glances around the room at the others and then back down at the pizza slice he's picking at, feeding a few toppings to himself, feeding some to Chainsaw.

He's still going to have that talk with Adam some time. He needs to make sure that Adam can handle the dreaming. He doesn't want to be like Kavinsky or like his father, though he prefers to think that Niall didn't know what he was doing.

Ronan bites his bottom lip, glancing around the room before shaking his head. "Nah. Sorta like being back home."

In truth it is a little awkward now, but only because Adam mentioned it. Ronan suspects the awkwardness is on their end rather than on anyone else's.

It's probably true that it's awkward only from their perception rather than anyone else's. That's the thing about secrets. And that's the thing about secrets coming out. The weight of them. Then the transition stage while people accept the knowledge of something new and different.

However, at Ronan's assurances, Adam decides that maybe all the awkwardness is on him alone. Why is he such a basket case over this? He mentally tells himself to calm down. Be cool. Don't rock the boat.

Instead, after a glance at Ronan, a corner of his lips twitches. "Don't bite your lip." He says quietly. Okay, maybe keeping this secret wasn't so bad. For now. That lip bite was suddenly a secret pleasure. Just his.

Ronan is confident that their friends will accept this. He's not sure how much this changes things. After all, he, Gansey and Noah had accepted things when Adam and Blue had started dating. Things between them hadn't changed. This isn't any different, right?

It's a bigger deal than Ronan wants to admit.

Rona's eyebrows rose at that quiet order. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You wanna do it instead?" he challenges in the same quiet voice that Adam is using.

It feels like it's very different to Adam. Ronan is Gansey's. Ronan is Noah's. Adam still has enough of that outsider feeling to where dating Ronan is surely to have an impact, from his perspective. Not to mention that Adam is still trying to figure himself out in regards to liking Ronan as more than a friend.

Sometimes it seems so easy, like falling. Sometimes Adam fights so hard to stay upright.

Adam's skin flushes with heat. He glances over to the others and then dips his head, his lips pressing together to thwart any impending smiles that might break through. He pretends to study the piece of pizza on his plate, now demolished of most of its toppings between himself and Chainsaw.

Once the threatening smile is under control, he answers. "Maybe."

He belongs to Gansey and Noah in a different way than he belongs to Adam. As far as Ronan is concerned, Adam belongs to all of them as well. He knows that Adam is still figuring his own sexuality out, especially when there are parts of their old life here to complicate everything.

That's part of what makes it amazing though: that it can be so overwhelming and so easy at the same time.

Ronan isn't paying attention to anyone else. Maybe he should, but he's too busy watching Adam. He sees that press of his lips and knows why. He smirks at Adam's answer to his question and tears off a piece of his pizza to give to Chainsaw.

Adam starts to eat his demolished pizza anyway, sans toppings and most of the cheese, just bread and a smattering of marinara sauce. He does it to give his lips something to do besides threaten to smile. He knows Ronan is watching him.

It was bold of him to flirt with Ronan here in the same room as the others, even if no one was paying them any attention or listening in to their whispered murmurings to each other. He probably shouldn't have done it. But he was left feeling good and maybe a little bit cocky in the aftermath of it.

Don't worry. That feeling won't last long.

"You want me to do it too." He adds in a quiet whisper between bites without even looking to meet Ronan's gaze where it sears into him.

Ronan is usually watching him. Back in Henrietta he might've been more careful about it, gaze glancing away when Adam noticed him watching. Here he doesn't have to glance away. He doesn't have to worry about Adam catching him.

It was bold, but Ronan likes that. Ronan likes pushing Adam out of his comfort zone. Whether people notice them or not isn't something Ronan is concerned about. He's never been good at not being noticed anyway. Subtlety is not Ronan's strong point.

No, but it'd be nice if it did. He likes side of Adam.

At Adam's comment, Ronan bites his bottom lip again, stifling a murmured curse. "Already thinking about how long this damn thing is going to last."

Way to go, Adam. You've just turned Ronan on in front of everyone.

Mission. Accomplished.

For once, Adam feels like he's sufficiently driven Ronan as crazy as Ronan sometimes drives him. For once, he feels like he has the upper hand in something involving Ronan Lynch. For once, for just this moment, Adam feels like a mighty thing to be able to affect Ronan that much with just his words.

His pleasure over this emanates from him from the inside out. He doesn't have to smile or outwardly show it in any way. It's just a way of being. Ronan Lynch wants Adam Parrish. Right the fuck now, as Ronan would say. And Adam made that happen.

"Too long, probably." He says, tearing off a small piece of the crust and turning to look into Ronan's eyes under the pretense of handing the food to Chainsaw. "Me too." He says, holding Ronan's gaze for as long as he can before sitting right again, his gaze down on the pizza. Me too. Adam wants Ronan too.

He's certainly learned well about driving Ronan crazy because right now Ronan is about to crawl out of his skin.

He can see that difference in Adam and it drives him a little bit crazier. He's already got a raging hard on and the desire to kiss Adam is making it hard to breathe. Yeah, Ronan Lunch wants Adam Parrish right the fuck now.

Ronan's gaze drills into him, unwavering even when he meets his eyes. Chainsaw pecks at the food, swallowing it down without Ronan even noticing that she reached out for it. He leans in, shooing at Chainsaw and leaving what's left of his plate on the floor for her to pick at. "My room. Two minutes."

Without waiting for an answer from Adam, Ronan gets to his feet and walks out of the main room down the short hallway to the room that he slept in Monmouth back home.

It's all Adam can do to hold that gaze for as long as he does. Ronan is always intense. But right now he seems to be even more so. But still, Adam holds the gaze until Ronan shoos Chainsaw away.

Those words seem to have a life of their own: 'My room. Two minutes.' Even as Ronan gets up and leaves, the words sit there beside him, lingering, niggling at him until Adam can barely sit still in the same space with them.

His gaze slides to the others. One minute ticks by. He watches Chainsaw pick at the food. Another minute. And then... just because he thinks it will drive Ronan even more to the edge, he waits a third minute. His patience is miraculous. Because he, too, is crawling out of his skin.

Finally, he stands up and moves down the hallway. Chainsaw lands on his shoulder just before he opens the door to Ronan's room then flies into the room before Adam.

By the time that Adam opens the door, Ronan is pacing the room. He's got his headphones on and the music can be heard even though they're on his ears. Chainsaw flies in first, going to the open cage that she doesn't particularly like to inspect it. It grabs Ronan's attention and that quickly moves to Adam just inside the room.

Once the door is shut, Ronan crosses the room in three long strides, pushing the headphones off his head to hang around his neck. He shoves Adam against the door, one hand going to his hip while the other goes to the back of his neck. His lips collide with Adam's at the same time his body does, pushing him hard against the door with his entire body as he assaults Adam's mouth. "You made me wait a minute longer," he growls low against Adam's lips.

That music is so loud and angry sounding that even Adam can hear and feel it. But he barely cares about it. His gaze is on Ronan. The tension in Ronan's shoulders, the way he obviously stops pacing the room when Adam comes in, the way Ronan is looking at him like he's feral and could eat him alive. Adam has done that to Ronan. He is a mighty thing right in this moment.

He can still hear the chin-a-ring and heavy bass beat of the headphones around Ronan's neck even as his back hits the door. Ronan pulls him into a kiss and Adam's lips are parted even before their lips make contact. Its a clash of teeth and tongue and desire pent up from those few stolen flirtations in he main room with the others.

"Oops." He says, not really sorry at all or making Ronan wait. His hands claw at Ronan's shirt, fisting the material tightly while the kiss.

Ronan's music usually is loud and angry. Feral is an excellent way to describe the way that Ronan is looking at him. He's got very little idea right now that Adam feels powerful because of this, but if he did, he wouldn't mind repeating a version of this scenario at some point. He likes making Adam feel powerful and confident.

The way that Adam's lips part before Ronan's lips are pressed against his tells Ronan that Adam wants and needs this as much as he does as does the way he releases that pent up desire into their kisses, returning them with as much intensity as Ronan.

The lack of sincerity in Adam's words make Ronan smirk against Adam's lips. He presses his groin and hips against Adam's, leaning backwards so he can claw his tee shirt off, tossing it behind him. He leans back in, hands grabbing the hem of Adam's shirt and tugging at it, a silent request for him to take the shirt off.

Adam's breath escapes him as Ronan's shirt is torn off and his hands meet skin. That tug at his own shirt speaks plainly to what Ronan wants. Adam wants it too. He hesitates because he can still hear the others down the hallway in the main room of Monmouth. Not far away. If he can hear them, then they can here Ronan and Adam. They're so close.

In the end, Adam pulls his shirt off too. He's leaning back against the door. They'll know if anyone should try to come in. And with Noah alive, their friend wouldn't be suddenly popping in for the shock of his life. No, they can do this. They can have this right now. Although the thought of Noah playing witness, since it's no longer possible, is more amusing than fearsome.

Adam's heart beats wildly in his chest with want. The minute his shirt is off, he reaches out for Ronan again, hands at his hips and pulling him in against him as he steals more kisses.

It's only fair; if Ronan is going to be naked from the waist up, Adam ought to be as well. Ronan is more comfortable than Adam running around shirtless in general. A lot of it is showing off: Ronan's entire back, one shoulder and his upper arm are covered in that elaborate tattoo. He likes for people to see it. It's why he wears tank tops all the time. They're so close and Ronan doesn't care. No one would dare barge into Ronan's room anyway, at least he doesn't think they would. They're so close and that makes it even more exciting.

A predatory grin slides across Ronan's lips as Adam pulls his shirt off. His eyes linger on Adam's bare torso, eating up all of that skin before Adam pulls Ronan in for another kiss. His hands take up devouring all that skin, fingertips sliding over ribs, thumbs caressing collarbones and hipbones as Ronan kisses Adam, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, body leaning in and invading all his space. He rocks his hips up into Adam, groaning at the motion.

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