Room 210, Saturday Afternoon

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After some time, and after what he considered a sufficient number of people charmed, Ezra left the picnic and retreated back to the dorms. He hung up the suit jacket and shirt he'd taken off earlier, then checked his phone. And, ugh. There was a message from Lock telling him he needed to come to Boston tomorrow. It didn't sound like a fun gig. Boo. Also he was feeling lazy.

And that was clearly reason enough to stand in front of his mirror picking bits of glitter off his chest, one fleck at a time. Because that would somehow make tomorrow happen more slowly.

(Or maybe he just liked looking in the mirror because he was vain. So very vain.)

[ooc: Open door, open post, should you be wandering the dorms! ETA: Heading NWS, and said NSWness is also NFB, pls and thank you!]

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"I can't promise that absolutely won't happen." Because glitter was tricky and clingy. "But I was actually thinking of at least a handjob."

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"Romantic," Ronan said dryly, arms still crossed loosely. "Keep your glitter off me and I might consider it."

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"Would a handjob with sweet nothings in your ear be more up to your romantic standards, Ronan?" Ezra quipped, his eyebrows raised. "But I can tell my glitter to behave itself."

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"Start whispering cute things to me and you'll end up showering alone," he replied. "If that's what you want, go for it."

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"You're the one who brought up romance in the first place," Ezra pointed out, brushing past him to go close the door. "I was just offering just in case."

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"Brought it up sarcastically," he corrected, glancing back at Ezra. "You should know the difference."

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"I do." Had his answering offer sounded sincere, either? He closed the door, then sidled up behind Ronan's back. "How about dirty things?" he wondered. "Are those off the menu as well, along with the romantic?"

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For a second, Ronan didn't say anything. Between the 'never gonna happen' kids and his fucking father, it'd been awhile since he'd let himself be close to anyone.

"No," he answered simply. "Not off the table."

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"Good," Ezra replied, leaning closer for the simple reason of wanting his mouth a little closer to Ronan's ear. "Because it would be a shame if I couldn't tell you I've missed you. Not how difficult you are, of course, but physically." He smirked. "Giving you head and getting fucked by you."

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Ronan smirked because his ego demanded it. He turned his head slightly, enough to see Ezra from the corner of his eye.

"Of course you missed that," he said, voice quieter now. His tone was still amused, still sarcastic. "Sorry to leave an empty spot in your life."

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"I'm trying to make things better on that front right now, aren't it?" Ezra pointed out with a little raise of his eyebrows. His hand touched Ronan's hip, then slid over it and down. Absolutely no shyness in feeling him up through his pants. "Because when it comes to sex, you're actually pretty great."

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"You've been saving up all these compliments," Ronan remarked, letting the slightest bit of tension bleed from his shoulders and back. He relaxed a bit. "I'm impressed."

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"I have a highly attuned sense for strategy," Ezra replied, pressing against his back because that gave him better reach. And he needed that for tracing the outline of Ronan's cock. "And this seems like the kind of moment where those compliments should come out."

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"I'm not complaining." And what a rare thing that was. Instead, he was looking down at Ezra's hand and licking his lips idly.

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"I'm not going to be foolish enough to claim you've missed me, because I don't think you have," Ezra told him, his voice low as the touch of his fingers got a little more firm. "But I do know you enjoy fucking me. You like being in control, and you like that I'm more than willing to let you be in control."

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"Don't make assumptions," Ronan breathed, tipping his head backwards now. Watch your nose, Ezra. "I did notice you weren't around as much as you typically are."

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"That's not the same as missing me."

But see how upset about that he was. So upset that his hand moved up to undo Ronan's pants. Even with one hand, he could be pretty swift about it. As soon as he was able to, he slid said hand down the front of the pants. Under the shorts, too.

Ronan was being nice by his standards, and deserved a hand firmly around his cock.

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"I didn't have time to miss anyone," he said, straining to keep his voice from shaking. He licked his lips again and sighed. "You remember all the shit that's gone lately?"

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"The children, and the random visitors, and prom?"

One of those things was not like the others. Oh well. Due to the circumstances, his strokes weren't very long, but he made up for that with the firmness of his grip.

"I remember."

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"You try thinking of anything else when your dead father shows up," he mumbled, taking a deeper, long breath and letting it out slowly. It was a very, very rare moment of opening himself up. Wouldn't happen often.

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And it was something Ezra wouldn't treat lightly or with disrespect.

"Okay, you're excused from missing people," he said. Palming the head of his cock maybe didn't go with what had just been said, but, again, oh well.

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Ronan really didn't want to talk about it more than that so he was good with what Ezra chose to do. Really good. He even pushed his hips forward slightly, helping Ezra along. They didn't need to talk about his dead father. Nope.

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Ezra had no desire or intention to continue on that topic, either. Instead, he found himself pushing his own hips against Ronan's ass. Because, friction. It was good. It was necessary.

As was trying to nip at Ronan's ear while he kept jerking his cock. "You're getting pretty hard."

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"Did you expect any less?" Ronan asked, finding his voice eventually. "You know how to give hand jobs?"

He could admit that.

"It feels good."

And that.

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"And I didn't even get you into the shower," Ezra noted, sounding just a little bit amused. "Well, it doesn't matter. Maybe we'll skip the shower. Maybe I'll blow you right here."