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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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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.

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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.

Well, Ezra could pay himself on the back later because Ronan went over that edge with a gasp and a muted shout. His hips bucked forward, into Ezra's mouth and he started coming, quick and hot.

The water slid through his short hair and he closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the pleasure.

Really, Ezra gave himself a mental pat on the back right then and there, while he was making sure suck and lick and swallow it all up while Ronan was coming.

As was often the case, he looked smugly pleased as he finally pulled back.

The hand in Ezra's hair loosened until he was just barely grasping the wet locks. His eyes opened up after a moment or so and then he took a nice, deep breath and looked down.

Didn't say anything but one corner of his mouth did tick up in a smile.

Ezra's poker face was too good to show that he was surprised by that.

He pushed himself up off his knees. His hand was still on Ronan's hip, though. "And what's the verdict now, regarding me at this shower thing?"

"Passable," he said and smirked a little more obviously. Maybe he was teasing? Maybe he was. "It was good. Enjoyable."

"Well, the taste on my tongue seems to suggest that's true."

He did not stick out his tongue to make a point of it, although the thought crossed his mind.

Ronan snickered and leaned a shoulder against the wall, sighing. "It's true. Don't let it go to your big head."

"Too late." His ego was already massive. He pulled his hand away from Ronan's hip, even if he didn't actually step back. He stayed pretty close – the shower wasn't much for personal space – but rubbed his own shoulder, getting some glitter off it. Last few flecks.

"Your glitter seems to be mostly gone," he observed quietly. "Good job. I didn't know it was possible."

"My natural radiance can't stand the competition for too long," Ezra replied lazily, inspecting his other shoulder. "You should still check my back, though." Because he couldn't see it. And, he looked up at Ronan. "Please."

Before he even heard any grumbling about not being polite.

"Turn around," he said, making a motion with his hand. "Let me see your pale ass."

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