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[unknowable]

Who: Ronan Lynch [greywaren] and Adam Parrish [unknowable]
What: Weird trances
Where: In someone's mind, and also a prep school
When: 6/20
Warnings: Swearing, probably some gross kissing stuff



['Home' has always been a nebulous concept for Adam. He knows what it's supposed to be, but none of the places that were supposedly home ever quite fulfilled those things. If home is anywhere, it's actually with Ronan in their house in Hadriel together. But that's not how this works.

What Adam wouldn't have guessed is 'home' being interpreted as Aglionby Academy. His love-hate relationship with the school (loving the learning, the opportunity; hating the privileged rich boys) doesn't quite translate into home, but that's what it is. Maybe it's a random choice or maybe there's some depth to it that Adam wouldn't guess, but that's where he finds himself, with no memory of Hadriel or any of the things he went through there.

He remembers some things, though. He remembers Ronan. He suppresses a smile at the sight of Ronan in these hallowed halls that he hates more than practically anything.]

Your tie's crooked.

[It's worse than crooked. It's practically an abstract art piece.]

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[greywaren]

[Ronan snorts from where he's leaning against the lockers, his shoulder up against the cool metal with his hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy, ripped jeans. He's been talked to about the dress code- many times, in fact, but it's difficult to have nice clothes for school if you routinely go tramping around the forest in your uniform and then crumple it up and shove it in the bottom of a laundry hamper, only to grab it and wear it the next day.

That would explain the tie as well- and it's almost surprising that Adam recognized it, for all that it's practically falling off of him.

He doesn't move from where he's leaning then, simply tilts his chin up with a smirk, his posture a challenge that's more of an invitation than anything else.]

Are you gonna fix it for me?

[It'd be a miracle if he could. The silk is rumpled enough that it seems as if it will never lie flat again.]

[unknowable]

[It used to irritate Adam that Ronan would come to school in such a state, when he himself works so hard to look halfway decent despite secondhand clothes and biking to school and manual labor jobs. But somewhere along the way his irritation changed into something else, something softer.

Adam walks closer, glancing around. They're not alone, there are some other boys down the hall, but no one is close to them. He reaches up, as if he's allowed to. He is allowed to, he thinks, but sometimes the rules are different in public and certainly the rules might be different at school. So he moves slowly enough that Ronan can stop him if he likes, reaching up to pull that mess of a tie off Ronan.]

I'm gonna try.

[He's flirting in public, and he doesn't think Ronan will mind, but he's ready to back off if he does. Still, there's a thrill to it - even now, knowing he can get this close to Ronan when so few can feels like a privilege.]

[greywaren]

[Ronan wouldn't stop him, not in a million years.

The smirk stays plastered to his face, but his eyes go soft as Adam's hands draw closer to him and he has an impulse to tip his chin into the other boy's hands, but he doesn't. They're still in public, and Ronan isn't ashamed, would never be ashamed, but he is guarded. No one else gets to see him when he's soft like this, vulnerable and private- now isn't an exception.

So he lets Adam undo his tie and tilts his head up so that the silk can be wrapped around his neck again. It's stuffy, he thinks, and always just a little too tight around his neck when it's done up properly, but he can't deny that he likes Adam's hands working at his chest and he can't quite stop his gaze from following the nimble movements of Adam's fingers.

He's kissed those fingers before, every one of them. He knows how they taste.]

Good job.

[It's a little sarcastic when the job is finally done, his voice low and quiet.]

You like seeing me neat and proper, Parrish?

[unknowable]

[He does the tie up all neat and proper. It's a little more difficult doing it on someone else, but Adam is nothing if not deliberate. He takes his time, doing it right, until Ronan looks almost as put-together as the most preppy Aglionby boys around. For a moment, Adam admires his work.]

I do. It's rare, I might as well enjoy it.

[And it is a pleasant sight - something Adam doesn't see much. At his court date, maybe, and he still remembers what a shock that was. The stakes are much lower now, so he can take a moment to appreciate how nice Ronan looks all done up. Adam's always liked that put-together look, and he likes it on Ronan, too.

But then, he'd like anything on Ronan. And this isn't what's always appealed to him about the other boy. With a quick, precise movement, he loosens Ronan's tie enough so it hangs rakishly. Not quite as apocalyptic as before, but between that, the barbs of his tattoo peeking above his collar, and his shaved head, Ronan looks quite the delinquent.]

I like seeing you all disheveled, too.

[greywaren]

Yeah?

[Ronan tilts his chin up while Adam continues to fuck with his tie, and he reaches up then to tug at the collar of his shirt, open it up a little while leaning an arm up against the lockers nearby. He's crowding Adam then, quite obviously, and enjoying every second of the small moment that they're able to share.]

Maybe I should be disheveled for you more often.

[Which is likely not possible, due to the fact that Ronan spends every second of the day being disheveled, and a great many of them are around Adam. But he smirks anyway, as if it makes perfect sense and leans in- not for a kiss, just to use his height for the proper emphasis, towering over Adam like a sinister creature with sharp teeth.

He uses those teeth to flash a little smile.]

Maybe you should be disheveled for me more often.

[unknowable]

[He likes this. He likes the thrill of flirting with Ronan in public, he likes it when Ronan looks at him like that, he likes being able to look his fill as well. What he wants is to kiss Ronan, to pull him close and kiss him with all the hunger Adam is feeling.

But they're at school. They have to behave.

Maybe.]

Maybe both of those things are true.

[And he should cut this off, remind them both they have things to do, but - Adam's eyes flicker to a nearby doorway, one of the science labs that he knows will be empty right now, and he makes a split-second decision. It's not the kind of thing he would normally do, or so he tells himself, but Ronan always makes his head spin, makes him think with his heart - and other parts of himself.]

Come on.

[He smiles at Ronan, a quick thing full of promise, and heads into the empty lab, confidently assuming Ronan will follow.]

[greywaren]

[Ronan arches an eyebrow in a way that says the incredulous 'seriously?' without him having to vocalize it. But he doesn't protest- of course he doesn't- and he follows Adam like a dog brought to heel, furtively glancing around for a moment to make sure that they aren't going to be interrupted by anyone in the immediate area. He sees no-one, which is a blessing, and he moves to follow Adam as he should.

He doesn't need telling to know to close the door behind them both. School doors don't usually have locks, but he makes a mental note to keep an ear out for any sort of footsteps- a promise that he'll likely forget the instant his hands are on the boy in front of him.

Adam doesn't have to wait long. Ronan is moving almost before the door clicks shut, hands on his waist and leaning in to kiss him, like he can't keep away from him, like this entire time has been an exercise in restraint up until now.]

[unknowable]

[He knows this isn't something he would normally do, he knows Ronan will be surprised, maybe confused - but just because it's something Adam wouldn't normally do doesn't mean it's not something that Adam normally thinks about.

On the contrary. Ronan might not show up at Aglionby often anymore, but when he does it feels like he's a distraction created specifically for Adam. It's hard not to think of kissing him in the hallways, touching his hand, finding an empty stairwell somewhere and making the most of their time. He doesn't do it, of course, school is important and Adam needs to focus - but he wants to, all the time.

And it seems like he's missing a little self-control right now, because he doesn't even want to stop himself. He reaches up to slide a hand behind Ronan's neck as they kiss, tugging him closer. He pulls away only so he can kiss Ronan's jaw, and down his neck. It's ridiculous how much he always wants Ronan, even when they see each other all the time.]