Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

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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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"It'll go away," Ronan teased while sliding off the hood and keeping a hold on his pants as he did. "After awhile."

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"Yes," Ezra agreed, watching him. "But it's no fun that way."

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"Aww." Ronan hitched his pants up but didn't button them. "So what, you wanna get blown too? Or something else?"

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"Well, your mouth is a great place to be." He had a few experiences backing up that assessment. Good, good experiences. "I would also accept a handjob with whispered sweet nothings in my ear?"

But that was never going to happen. Which was why he suggested it so brightly.

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"I can give you a handjob," Ronan said before adding, "but I won't be whispering sweet anythings in your ear."

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"Dirty anythings?"

You could not fault him for trying. You simply couldn't. He snickered.

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Ronan smirked. "Lean against the car." He'd thought about having Ezra face his car but he didn't want him messing the car up.

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What a shocker.

But hey, Ezra was perfectly cool with leaning against the car. He did so with great ease, and without objections. "As you wish."

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"Damn right," he muttered, stepping forward and grabbing for Ezra's pants. He used nimble fingers to unbutton and unzip before shoving them down a touch.

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Ezra snickered quietly. But he also put his hands on the hood of the car, all the better to lean on.

He watched Ronan's hnads work with one of those easy smirks on his face.

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"Think you're gonna get something good?" Ronan asked when he saw that look on Ezra's face. He leaned against him and smirked right back.

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"It's you," Ezra said, like that explained everything. He could elaborate, though. "So either I'm getting something good, or I'm getting thrown over the gate. But I'm choosing to be optimistic."

So, the good option.

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"You haven't done anything to warrant getting thrown over the gate just yet," he said, sliding a hand down Ezra's pants and underneath his shorts to stroke his cock. "Day's still young, though."

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Ezra exhaled a sigh. "I know, but I'm trying to be on my best behavior." Because while he could make it back to the island by himself, he didn't particularly want to. "I'm a good boy."

For once.

Also it sounded dirty when he said it.

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"You're not," Ronan said, getting his fingers around Ezra's dick and giving it a light squeeze before he used his nails to scratch along the sensitive skin. "Not at all."

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He shivered and didn't even try to hide it. He'd had time to get pretty hard without getting touched, and getting touched? Felt really great.

He swallowed. "I'm not? But I try so hard."

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"Why?" Ronan asked, pushing his pants down a little further so he could have an easier grip on Ezra's cock. He wrapped his fingers back around him, stroking quicker, grip tighter. "Who cares if you're good?"

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Ezra shrugged. It was kind of a vague, distracted gesture. He leaned further back against his hands on the car.

"Someone might. You obviously don't. I think you prefer the bad when you manage to care enough to have an opinion at all."

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"Aren't you the philosophical one?" Ronan quipped, palming the head of Ezra's cock and then reaching down to fondle his balls before returning to the quick, tight stroking he'd been doing.

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"No, just observant."

There was a little start of a moan in there.

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"You see what I want you to see," Ronan quipped, stepping closer to Ezra and breathing hotly in his ear while his hand worked him up and down, over and under.

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"I never claimed anything else."

Of course, he thought himself more observant than that, but like he'd said, he was trying to behave himself. His hips pushed against Ronan's hand, trying to get more.

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"Good," Ronan told him, pulling his face back slightly so he could peer down at what he was doing. His strokes got rougher, tighter. He could fee Ezra pushing his hips so he let him, giving him more friction and dragging his fingernails down over Ezra's balls when he felt like that was needed.

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This time, it wasn't just the start of a moan. Wasn't quiet, either. No, it was pretty loud, and full of pleasure. Ezra didn't care who heard him even when they actually were around people. So he cared even less here.

He was going to keep pushing his hips into the strokes, biting his lip.

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Ronan braced his other hand on the hood, giving him the ability to lean closer and rub his stomach and jeans against Ezra's cock right before he used his fingers and hand returned to the strokes. He rubbed his thumb along the tip, scratching lightly and then jerking him off roughly.