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[adamparrish]

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The newly opened mechanics shop in Itinere might not look like much from the outside looking in. But one should never judge a book by its cover. Adam Parrish has never met a broken thing that he didn't know how to fix. He was a tinkerer, a repair man, a fixer of most things. He was the Magician. Inside, one only needed to glance around to find items of all sorts from motorbikes to radios, from lamps to engines, from heating and cooling units to bicycles. Things came into Parrish's Garage and they always left repaired. Given the recent cold snap and snow, there were space heaters littered about the space since the large garage door was open to allow customers in. Music was playing from a radio that looked like it came from ancient times. The boy inside was busily hunched over one project or another. Anyone was welcome to disturb him.



[ CLOSED to RONAN LYNCH ]

The snow was an unexpected surprise. Adam had noticed the strangeness about it, the fact that it continued and continued to snow and yet it never piled up more than what would be appropriate on the front of a Christmas card or in a Norman Rockwell painting. For days since it had started Ronan had been bugging him to go out and go sledding in it. Adam had adamantly refused because getting Adam to do things outside of his comfort zone always took some coercion. For days Ronan hadn't let it rest either mentioning it vicariously or outright until finally Adam caved. Adam always caved when Ronan really seemed to want to do something.

This was how Adam found himself bundled up and out in the cold. He had on a thick coat, a scarf, a wool cap and some snow boots that Ronan had dreamed for him. It was freezing outside and Adam still looked up at the snowfall with a hint of skepticism. He looked down at the trash can lid in Ronan's hand and shook his head. "Okay, nope. That's not a sled." He proceeds to turn on his heel and start back to the apartment building.

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[fictor]

Maybe steering Adam along in different directions and on different adventures is part of the point. Adam lived in a very narrow world until he met Gansey and Ronan. Ronan wants to expand that world. He wants Adam to have new experiences and if that introduces him to new emotions, well...Adam is making Ronan cope with new emotions as well. They'll sort through that together.

Maybe Ronan is more tolerant of fumbling. He's certainly more tolerant of any angry outbursts that Adam might have. That's true enough. Ronan would never use this many words and he knows Adam wouldn't either.

Today Ronan was grateful for those words, for the way Adam is holding his hand and for the way Ronan's words make Adam flush. That had absolutely been Ronan's intention, recalling that vision in Adam's head. God knows Ronan's head is full of it. It has been since the moment they pulled away from each other.

Ronan watched Adam with that peculiar intensity, everything inside of him twisting and catching fire when Adam's lips rested against his hand. He swallowed hard, breath caught in his chest. "Fuck yeah. That the right answer?"

[adamparrish]

Under that particularly intense gaze from Ronan coupled with the tenor of their conversation, Adam is left with anxiousness flooding every inch of his insides. Everything he wanted flashed through his mind like seeing too many channels all at once and being unable to completely process what he was actually seeing. He had to make himself pause, slow everything down.

The ball was in his court.

He shifted up to his knees and moved closer to Ronan. His movements were deliberate but slow and gentle because that was who and what Adam Parrish was when it came to this sort of thing. Up on his knees, he towered over Ronan where he sat, his fingertips slid down his jawline to his chin to guide that chin up so that Ronan was looking up at him. The smile wasn't on his lips, but it was in his eyes as he stared down at Ronan for a minute.

"I guess that's the right answer. I'm gonna kiss you now, okay?" There was a start-stop to his movement as he started to dip his head, but then in one quick move his lips crashed into Ronan's and he kissed him. He kissed him (for the moment) without worrying about what people might think or what this meant about his sexuality or whether he was as good at kissing as Ronan was. He just kissed him, open-mouthed, sloppy, sweet and inviting.

[fictor]

Anxiety hadn't been Ronan's intended reaction. He couldn't help the intensity of his gaze, not in that moment. He could avoid looking at Adam, but he was fairly sure that would send the wrong message entirely. He wanted to do this right, wanted to make certain that his every move was the right one so that he didn't mess this up. That was all he'd been trying to do since before they'd come here.

The ball was in his court and if Adam wanted to take things more slowly then they'd take things more slowly. Ronan wouldn't push nor would he give up on Adam. He'd simply wait until Adam knew what to do with that ball.

Ronan's breath caught when Adam moved to his knees. He swallowed hard, his entire body trembling as he let Adam take the lead in this. He exhaled in a rush when Adam tilted his chin up so that he looked at him. He'd watched Adam's face enough to see that smile in his eyes and it made him relax ever so slightly.

"Okay," Ronan breathed, temporarily thrown off by taking the submissive role, by letting Adam have the lead here. It wasn't a position he was accustomed to being in. He couldn't say he didn't like it; In fact, it was particularly appealing because this was a role he didn't normally take. It was exciting and then Adam's lips were on his and every other thought in Ronan's head fled. All he cared about was kissing Adam in return and being kissed by him. He returned the kiss with equal vigor, shifting up into the kiss to make it deeper, but consciously lnot taking the lead back from Adam. He wanted to let Adam be the dominant one for a little while; he'd be the submissive one for a little while.

[adamparrish]

As Ronan shifted up to get closer to him, to make the kiss a two-way street, Adam felt his heart race and he came in closer as well. One leg moved over Ronan's thighs so that he was straddling his lap. Both hands rested feather light at either side of Ronan's face as they kissed. And Ronan let him do this, he knew that all too well. This was not a roll Adam would normally take, although he liked being here in Ronan's lap like this well enough.

It was empowering in a way he never would have presumed it would be. Kissing Ronan with this sort of freedom to do so was empowering.

When he needed to breathe, his head was still dipped, hands barely holding Ronan's head in place. Their brows pressed together and Adam nipped at Ronan's lips again. "Is there ever a time when I shouldn't kiss you? Or hold your hand? Or... whatever."

[fictor]

Ronan groans into the kiss, his fingers seeking out Adam's hipbones, slipping up under the hem of Adam's shirt. He presses his fingertips against Adam's skin, pulling his hips into him, closer so that there's little to no space between them.

Though it isn't something Ronan does consciously in this moment, he wants to give Adam more confidence, more power. It's in everything that he does, including this moment.

The way Adam nips at his lips, the way he stays close and doesn't pull away, it makes Ronan breathless in a way that he's only experienced when driving a car too fast or when splitting a man's lips under his knuckles. His closed eyes snap open and he smirks, shaking his head ever so slightly, but not enough to break the contact between them. "Fuck no. Long as it's something you want to do, go for it."

[adamparrish]

That breathlessness is mutual. Adam and Ronan's breath co-mingling and heavy. Ronan's answer forces a flutter in his chest and Adam can't help the impression of a smile on his lips. He pushes that smile away and kisses Ronan again, slow and sweet.

"Anything I want, huh?" He asks, his voice tempered with amusement. "Just to be clear."

[fictor]

Ronan doesn't have a lot of experience with slow and sweet. It's something that Adam will have to teach him, to coax out of him, but this is a good start. It makes everything in him go warm and uncertain.

"Any fucking thing you fucking want," Ronan responds, amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes. "That clear enough?"

[adamparrish]

He can't say why he doesn't kiss Ronan just then. Their lips are so close, the flirtation is ratcheted up beyond ridiculousness, the want between them is palpable. And still Adam keeps that slight distance, close enough to feel Ronan's breath against his lips, too far away to actually do anything about it.

Any fucking thing he fucking wants. Yes. That was clear. So what did Adam want? He was like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. He'd been without for forever that now that he had all of this, he had problems picking where to start.

"So I can do this?" Reaching down, his fingers tickled at Ronan's sides. It might seem like he was just tickling him, but soon his fingers touched bare skin to show that he was inching his tee shirt up and up and up. Then he fisted it and pulled it up and off if Ronan would let him.

[fictor]

Because sometimes anticipation makes everything better, because this sort of want and intensity is new, because this makes a person feel alive all the way to their bones. Right now, Ronan feels like he's going to burn up from the want, explode with need. His heart is racing in his chest and his breathing is coming in tight, heavy breaths.

At least it's clear, and Ronan is willing to let Adam experiment, to be patient and let Adam figure out what he wants. Really, it's a win-win for both of them.

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth when Adam's fingers tickle at his side, his eyebrows raise and it's on the tip of his tongue to say 'a tickle war, that's what you want' when his fingers touch Ronan's bare skin and Ronan's breath catches. He bites off a growl, but not soon enough. Adam almost definitely hears it. "God damn, yes please, Ronan responds, words strangled and strained as he lets Adam pull his shirt up and over his head. Every muscle in his body is tense with want, with controlling himself, to keep himself from grabbing control from Adam and kissing him. Instead of doing any of those things, he's very still, letting Adam touch or look, or do whatever the fuck he wants to him.

[adamparrish]

That growl, deep and guttural, yes Adam heard it. It did something to him, causing a tightness in his belly and his heart to race. He had done that to Ronan. And that tone from the other. Adam was the cause of that too. It was thrilling. Adam felt as if he suddenly held an important power in the palms of his hands and it was both terrifying and beautiful. He felt emboldened. He felt humbled.

He set the removed shirt on the ground. He hesitates only briefly before he grabs his own shirt at the back of his neck and pulls it up and off. It falls to the ground on top of Ronan's.

For just a few moments after that Adam just looks down at Ronan. He can tell that it's taking everything in Ronan to hold himself back. But Adam moves slow. And for some reason, Ronan is giving him this. Finally, his hands reach out to smooth over Ronan's shoulders and down his arms. He takes Ronan's hands and guides them to his own waist. Then he leans down to kiss him again, leaning down even more once their lips make contact so that Ronan has to lie back on the floor and Adam hovers over him.

[fictor]

Ronan's eyes never leave Adam. He devours him with his eyes, allowed to look all he wants for the first time ever it feels like. He brings his wrist with the leather bracelets on it up to his lips to chew at the ends of the bracelets while he watches Adam remove his own shirt, watches him look at him, but when his hands go to his shoulders, Ronan drops his wrist from his lips and chews on the inside of his cheek a moment then Adam is putting his hands on his body and leaning in to kiss him. Ronan's fingertips trail down to Adam's hips, tracing sharp hipbones then lean muscle as he moves his hands back up his body to press his fingertips against the edge of his ribs.

It's an odd position for Ronan to be in, having Adam hover over him like this but with the other boy's lips on his and Ronan's hands against Adam's skin, he finds he doesn't mind this position in the least.