smilestopscars | Room 210, Saturday Afternoon

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Room 210, Saturday Afternoon

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'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."

"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."

"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.

"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?"

"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."

"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.

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.

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.

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."

"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.

"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."

"Maybe." He let out a shuddering breath and turned a little further, glancing back at Ezra more steadily than before. "Your decision to chance losing a shower opportunity with me."

"When you put it like that, it sounds potentially stupid." But he made his decision. Ronan's pants were already undone, so there wasn't much extra work before he was trying to push those down. "Shower it is."

"You need to get the glitter off you anyway," Ronan replied, letting Ezra push his pants down without trying to stop him. He wanted his pants to come off so no need to be a pain.

It was always a small blessing when Ronan chose not to be a pain, and Ezra was thankful. Mostly because he was turned on and wanted to focus on that, but also for other reasons. "I need to get back to my natural level of glamour," he said, while Ronan's pants and shorts ended up around his ankles. It'd be his job to step out of those, while Ezra straightened up and went for his shirt. That needed to come off, too. "I notice you've shaved your head again."

Idle observation.

"You're right, I did," Ronan said, toeing off his shoes to make stepping out of his shorts and pants a little easier. He didn't need to get everything caught up around his ankles. "I don't like when it gets too long."

"I get the appeal, although I like something to grasp." It fit Ronan, though, in more ways than one. Not that Ezra would say that. He just pulled Rona's shirt over his head. "Oh well."

"Oh well," Ronan echoed, shaking his head. "You can find something else to grab if you're so into that."

"I'm sure I can," Ezra replied agreeably, as he was undoing his own pants. How convenient that he'd already been shirtless! "I won't get hung up on mourning your hair, I promise."

"Good," Ronan answered, looking back at him again. "I'd be a little concerned about your priorities if my hair was that high on your list. Get over it and move on."

Ezra smirked at him. His pants ended up on the floor, and he stepped out of them.

"Come on."

He turned to head to the bathroom.

"You gonna ask nicely?" Ronan wondered, turning around to follow behind him. He wasn't smirking but he was walking along willingly.

"Please follow me."

So, yes. With a glance back over his shoulder, no less. Then he opened the door and slipped into the bathroom.

Ronan hoped Ezra wouldn't expect reciprocation of niceties in the future because he was honestly unsure if he'd be able to get words like that out. He could try but he might end up having a stroke or something.

He did follow Ezra, showing that he could listen when he was motivated enough.

Ezra expected nothing. Really, getting him to follow was miraculous enough all by itself.

The water got turned on, and he stepped under the spray, letting it wash some of the glitter out of his hair and off his skin.

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