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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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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.

"Is it warm?" Ronan asked, standing outside the shower for a moment longer. "I'm not about to freeze my balls off, am I?"

"I'm probably the laziest and most comfort-seeking person you are ever likely to meet," Ezra told him, pushing wet hair back from his face. "Yes, the water's warm."

Ronan merely nodded before finally stepping into the shower. He was pleased to feel that Ezra hadn't been lying and that the water was warm. Good, he'd have hated to have to punch someone right now.

Instead, he turned his face up to the water and closed his eyes.

Whereas Ezra reached down to wrap his hand around Ronan's cock again, because apparently he was all about not doing things that would get him punched right now.

Surely he couldn't get punched over some strokes.

Only if he tried to be a smartass and got too rough or something. But, Ronan didn't think he'd do that. He didn't think Ezra had that much of a death wish.

So, no punching. He did lift his arm to brace it against one of the walls so he wouldn't slip and end up face first on the ground.

There probably wasn't room enough for falling that far, anyway. He'd probably hit his face on a wall first.

Ezra did not have a death wish. His strokes were easy and slow, with absolutely no roughness to be detected at the present moment. And he was watching Ronan's face.

"You're not bad at this whole shower thing," Ronan noted, sighing and opening his eyes. "It's almost impressive."

Almost.

"High praise," Ezra replied with a smirk. Hey, that 'almost' was pretty great when it came to Ronan. "And I'm not even showing off my best yet."

He shifted a little, and put his free hand on Ronan's hip.

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