smilestopscars | Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

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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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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.

And Ronan continued to say nothing. He tilted slightly closer to Ezra, almost close enough to touch though he didn't.

When he felt hands at his pants, he leaned back, trying to make it easier for the hands down there to move and to make himself more comfortable.

Good thing Ezra was nothing if not practiced in this particular art. With Ronan's gracious help, he had the pants undone and his hand sliding down the open front in no time at all.

All the better to get some rubbing happening. Through fabric for now, but still.

Ronan put a hand down on the hood of his car and leaned back, sucking in a long breath as he did. He still said nothing, much preferring not speaking over idle chatter.

This was much better than talking about what he wasn't afraid of.

Ezra put his free hand on the hood of the car as well, for more comfortable leaning forward, in his case.

Because if he was comfortable, it was easier for him to focus on getting at the sensitive parts and apply extra pressure.

Ronan made a quiet, brief noise that signaled he did like was what happening. He wasn't going to say as much outright but that could be enough. He spread his legs a tiny bit, giving more room and more space to move.

Even Ezra was managing to keep his mouth shut this time. For now, anyway. His smirk was communication enough.

And the movements of his fingers, of course. They traveled along Ronan's cock and right down to his balls, rubbing and fondling and generally giving some nice reminders of why it could be a good idea to allow him to come along to places.

He still wasn't going to be taking Ezra for coffee. Stopping at some secluded place like this had been asking a lot.

But, a part of him would be glad of it with what was happening now. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, leaning back a little further on his car.

He was a mean guy, with his coffee-denying ways.

But Ezra didn't seem to mind right now. He pulled his hand out of Ronan's pants only to slide it down under his shorts now, instead. Skin on skin meant he could get a better grip. More friction.

Okay, the noise he'd made earlier was louder now, a little longer too. He wasn't immune to things like this and he wasn't about to stay quiet if they were in the middle of nowhere.

He moved one of his legs, letting it dangle against the bumper while he sucked in another breath.

That was hot. The noise and the shifting both. Great encouragement for some firmer strokes. Or a lot of them.

Ronan opened his eyes. For a second, his eyes fell on Ezra before they shifted to the view behind him. He wasn't really seeing it but he didn't want to keep his eyes closed any longer.

His breathing turned a little heavier and harsher and his hips were shifting slightly every so often now.

That was what Ezra liked to hear. And see. His hand pushed further down Ronan's shorts. Because clearly his balls needed some extra attention.

He also leaned forward. Close enough that he could nip at Ronan's neck a little. Definitely nothing to leave a mark.

He'd get punched in the face if he left a mark. But, as long as he didn't do that, Ronan would let him be that close and he'd react accordingly. He wouldn't stay stubbornly silent.

Even so, his reactions were mostly about the heavier breathing and slight panting more than moans and gasps. The fact that he was hard was probably a clue in to him enjoying this as well.

Ezra had no interest in leaving marks. He knew those wouldn't be appreciated. But he was good at nibbling on skin without leaving evidence behind. Good at licking the same spot to soothe it, too.

The rubbing and fondling was still happening, too. He had plans for that, too. In a second.

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