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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 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.

"You've got something else in mind?" he asked lazily. He matched the lazy tone with the lazy arching of his eyebrow.

"I do."

And you know what? He wasn't going to bother with a whole song and dance thing with words this time around. What he did instead was hold eye contact with Ronan while he knelt down in front of him. One hand stayed on his hip, the other around his cock.

Because he needed that to guide it between his lips and deep into his mouth.

His knees were going to be a little sore after this, weren't they? Not that Ronan was going to hem and haw over that. Please.

He was a little busy doing things like tilting his head back and curling his fingers against the slick wall. Safe to say that he was pleased with Ezra's best or whatever this was.

Edited 2015-05-04 18:28 (UTC)

Ezra could deal with his knees himself. He'd done worse for less gain. Because yes, he felt like he had something to gain by blowing Ronan. Or at least it seemed that way, with how much of his attention he was devoting to it. No teasing. He'd gone straight for the intense stuff. Sucking harder on the head when he pulled back, rubbing his tongue against the underside when he went deep.

And his hand went just a little further down to fondle Ronan's balls. Because maybe he deserved a reward for coming by.

Ezra wasn't wasting any time, was he? Not that Ronan needed sweet stuff or foreplay. In fact, he preferred this. It meant he had less time to think because his head turned into a chaotic mess of white noise.

His breathing picked up and his back bowed a bit. He reached down with his free hand, fingers finding Ezra's wet hair and tugging slightly.

That was one of the reasons Ezra had no intention of cutting his hair. He liked getting it tugged. It felt good. It sent a shiver down his spine.

The hand on Ronan's hip urged him to move if he so wished. Ezra was feeling nice like that. Making sure to relax his throat and angle his jaw to get some good depth happening.

For some reason, the warm water combined with the slickness just made Ronan that much more turned on. He jerked his hips forward without hesitation, using Ezra's encouragement to his advantage.

Incoherent mumbling came from his mouth and he even moaned a few times, quietly but there.

Good. Ezra muffled a sound of his own around his cock. He was pretty intent on drawing more noises from Ronan. His mouth and tongue were moving over him, making sure he wasn't lacking in sensation at any time. And his other hand was cupping Ronan's balls in his palm, his fingertips rubbing against the skin a little behind them.

"Fuck."

Those words were low, fierce and completely needed right now. Ronan thrust a little quicker, unable to help himself and not apologizing at all for it. The warmth of the water was just making his skin feel like it was burning.

He could feel the burn low in his gut, spreading out quickly throughout. Soon, it'd take him completely over and he'd lose it.

That was what Ezra was aiming for. He could move with the quicker thrusts, and he could do so well while one of his hands gripped Ronan's hip and the other just barely teased at his ass.

His mouth, of course, was still working. Licking, sucking, trying to bring the other boy over the edge like he was hungry for it.

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