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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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."

"As all of me is pretty pale, I'm just going to take that as your way of saying you want to look at my ass."

He still turned around obligingly. Because he was the one who'd asked for this in the first place.

He had some glitter stuck to his upper back and along his spine.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Ronan murmured, taking a look at Ezra's back. When he spotted some glitter, he used his hand to scrape it off and down into the bottom of the shower so it'd drain away.

Ezra snorted, but said nothing. Just rolled his shoulders and tipped his head forward a little bit.

He liked being touched, even if it was nails on his back.

Ronan made sure the glitter was off of him before he moved his hand up towards Ezra's neck. He scratched him there briefly, fingers tangling in his hair for a second before dropping away.

Ezra sighed.

He ran his hand back through his hair. It'd been trying to get into his eyes, all wet from the water and plastering itself to his forehead.

"Something the matter?" Ronan asked him after listening to the fall of the water for awhile.

Maybe Ezra took a second too long to turn around and flash him a trademark smirk, but oh well. The smirk was still solid.

"Everything's splendid."

Maybe he did. Ronan didn't say anything or nag him for information but he did fix Ezra with a long look. He wasn't an idiot, he knew when he was being lied to but he wasn't going to chase an answer either.

Ezra ignored his long look in favor of reaching out and dragging a few nails down the middle of Ronan's chest.

"Doesn't look like I got any glitter on you."

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