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Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

It was possible Ezra was still a little drunk from last night.

It was absolute fact, however, that he had somehow managed to lose his shirt over the course of the night, because he was currently traipsing towards the causeway with brief flashes of the still slightly tanned skin of his stomach showing from underneath his jacket. He had also gained a scarf from somewhere. It was silk and had bright flowers on it. It was definitely not one of his. Except now it was.

He stopped and gazed towards the island, swaying in place a little bit, squinting at the silhouette of the school through his sunglasses, which sat a little crookedly on his nose. He sighed. This was good.

Except for the stupid walk back to the island, of course.

[ooc: NFB due to technically being off the island, but open!]

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And Ezra was as much of a city fox as you could possibly be, but he was still a fox. One that had spent several years in the near-constant company of someone who talked to trees, no less.

He liked it here. It was more to him than just 'not terrible'.

He took a long time to turn around. "So, how was your evening?" he asked. "And more importantly, how good do you want your morning to be?"

(It wasn't technically speaking morning anymore, but it felt like that to Ezra.)

"Evening was fine," Ronan told him, shrugging. "Same as always. And I might actually wake up tomorrow without a hangover. Morning could be looking good."

Ezra shifted closer. "Just to make it clear, I was talking about this morning." he paused. "But okay, it's technically the afternoon by now, I guess."

"Yeah, hasn't been morning for a while now, little man," he said, tilting his head and watching Ezra slip closer. "As for what I did, same thing I was doing this afternoon when you found me."

"God, I don't care about what you were doing," Ezra sighed, rolling his eyes, even as he moved close enough to the car to push between the other boy's legs, his hands ending up on Ronan's knees for now. "Let's start over," he said. "Hi, Ronan. What sexual acts do you think will be on the menu today?"

"You need to make yourself clearer if you want answers different then the ones I've given you," Ronan told him, almost amused. "How am I supposed to know you want that kind of answer when you're asking about my day?"

Oh, he knew very well that Ezra wanted something like that. He just liked being a jackass. It was fun.

"As for the answer, I don't care. I think you should be nice since I gave you a ride out here and all."

"I should be nice? For that?"

After the way he drove like a crazy person?

"What, you didn't like it?" Ronan asked, fully amused now. "I had fun."

"Fast driving is fun when you trust the driver." He pushed his hands further up, along Ronan's thighs. "And I don't trust you."

That was smart.

"I don't trust you either," Ronan said, leaning forward slightly. "But, you still got in the car with me. Next time, maybe you'll avoid that."

Ezra leaned forward a little bit, too. "Maybe," he agreed. "Because why would I bother with a car where you can't touch anything, anyway?"

"Get over it," he told Ezra quietly. "It's my car, my rules. I'd do the same if I was ever in your car."

Maybe.

"The odds of you ever getting into my car are pretty slim."

But Ezra was looking at his lips with his head tilted a little. So maybe it didn't really matter.

Ronan shrugged.

"I prefer doing the driving anyway," he replied easily. "It's a preference."

Ezra leaned in even closer. No touching, but his breath on Ronan's lips.

And his hands on his thighs. Because those stayed there, thumbs idly rubbing over the inner parts.

"Because you're scared someone else might actually take it slow?"

"Why would I want slow?" That was an answer to the question in the form of another question. He blinked slowly and stayed still.

"I think I was already implying you wouldn't," he replied quietly. "Hence, scared."

"I am not scared," he said darkly. He reached out and grabbed Ezra's jacket, grounding the fabric between his fingers. He did nothing further though. "I'm scared of nothing."

"What a predictable answer," Ezra said, smirking. His tongue flickd out to just barely touch Ronan's lip. Just for a second. "But okay, big guy."

"Fuck you," Ronan snapped quickly though his fingers just tightened in the fabric and he didn't move away. "You know nothing about me."

Ezra's smile was pleasant enough. Not that Ronan could see very much of it at this close a distance. "I wouldn't say nothing," he replied lazily. "Not very much, but enough. I mean, what do you really need to know about a guy you don't intend to be friends with, apart from how he likes to be in control and how he likes his blowjobs?"

"Nothing." No one knew him. And he liked it that way (right?). No one got close to him. "Stick to that and you'll be fine."

"Oh don't worry, I'm patently uninterested." He had enough occasional grump in his life as it was. "You're safe."

His tongue flicked out again.

Ronan watched Ezra intently, eyes focused and body still. Maybe there was some very slight leaning towards the other boy but he otherwise remained as he was: sitting on the car with Ezra between his legs.

And maybe Ezra took note of that possible slight leaning. It was all very vague and he wasn't really pushing anything.

But his hands moved further up. A moment dragged on, and then his hands were undoing Ronan's pants because that was just necessary. He had things he wanted to do there.

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