[He can't help feeling that way, though. A living Noah means a Noah who can be hurt, and what is Ronan if not an instrument for hurting? When he isn't careful, naturally, he breaks things.
It's okay, though. He's assured. Ronan bends to Noah's urging, meeting Noah's lips and kissing him fervently - if not with total abandon. They've been apart for too long, even while they were technically near each other. He's missed the sugar-booze taste of Noah, the warmth of him, and the awkward angles of their limbs as their bodies tangle in a pillowy, too-cozy space.
Purring, he loves Noah's fingers drawing over the lines of his tattoo. The kiss breaks again and Ronan's hands slip under Noah, palms sliding along the curve of his spine and holding them close to each other.]
I'd rather worry about it than not have to.
[If Noah's heart wasn't beating, there'd be no concern. But then Noah's heart wouldn't be beating.]
[The affection and love in Ronan's thoughts make Noah's heart swell, and he beams at the warm press of hands on his back, at the feeling of their hearts beating so close together. He could be content to just lie here, chest to chest, skin to skin, for the rest of the night. He could be, but there's more that he wants.
While Ronan's distracted by talking, Noah finally frees one of his legs. He hooks it firmly over Ronan's hip.]
[Ronan would honestly have been content to simply lie there, too. But now something else is happening, and Noah's leg is wrapped around him, and Ronan makes a small noise in his throat. The temperature of the room feels like it's risen at least ten degrees in thirty seconds.]
...That works, too.
[He'll shut up now, scattering a line of kisses along Noah's jaw in a journey back to his lips.]
[Impatient, Noah tilts his head to catch the last kiss meant for his jaw. He tries to free his other leg, to hitch himself up closer, but the cramped quarters make it a difficult task. His own squirming tugs another groan from his throat, and he half-laughs into the kiss.
A little nervously, You're okay with this, right? It's not too much?]
[It's probably too much. That doesn't mean Ronan wants to stop, though. It's fine. They're still half-clothed, and it's really not anything, even though Ronan is gasping against Noah's mouth. One hand slides to Noah's hip, thumb hooking at the waistband of his pajamas but not tugging. The other travels up Noah's spine until it finds his hair, fingers combing through it as Ronan palms the back of his head and holds him gently in the kiss. Some semblance of control.]
[Ronan's verbal - mental? - assurance answers little, but Noah can feel the enthusiasm in his actions, and it's intoxicating. When one thumb slips under the waistband, Noah gives a choked whine and swivels his hips just a touch, trying to urge further action. His foot thumps against the wall, one swift noise that he barely hears.]
[Being directly above Noah's room, Gansey can hear quite a bit from the loft. There's a few noises that sound like Noah whimpering, and then a thud. He sets aside his communicator--he'd been looking at the Network. He can't shake the idea that maybe, just maybe, Blue could show up. He frowns as he makes his way down the stairs. Is Noah alright?
Gansey leans over and knocks on his strange bedroom door.]
[For better or worse, Ronan's never had the experience of being caught in the act by his parents, but he has a feeling it's a lot like this. He barely chokes down a swear as he scrambles to pull back from Noah, but they're tangled around each other, and his effort only succeeds in knocking them both sideways so his elbow hits the wall with a hard bang. Now he and Noah are trapped worse than before, because Ronan can't quite manage to get upright fast enough while Noah's thighs are squeezing his hips.]
[The loud sound concerns him even more and Noah hasn't responded yet. What in the world...?
He has no idea what's going on but he doesn't like the combination of the two. He opens the doors and pokes his head in looking towards the bed.]
Noah what's going on--
[Before he can finish the question he sees...a much taller form than Noah on the bed. With legs wrapped around his waist. There's no mistaking Ronan's figure even in this lighting. Gansey is frozen in place in surprise, only thought in his head, I thought Ronan and Adam...?]
[Noah had been fighting to free himself from the tangle of long limbs, but the creak of the cabinet doors tell him that time is up. Gansey's voice sounds next, and he hears the short fragment of a question before the boy peers around the corner.]
Gansey! [His voice goes up half an octave. He finally pulls his legs free, and scrabbles to cover his midsection with an oversized pillow, as if any modesty can be preserved at this point.]
[This is it. This is how Ronan's life ends. He will expire from shame alone and descend straight into Hell through the floorboards of this room. Once Noah manages to scramble away, Ronan flops onto his side with his back to Gansey and his face in his hands, doing his best impression of a possum playing dead.]
[Gansey flushes and the heat reaches up his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, which is hard to see in the dim light. Remembering himself and seeing Ronan's reaction, he backs out of doorway quickly, shutting the nearer door, leaning back against it.
He turns his head towards the open door and calls out:]
[Ronan answers without hesitation. He couldn't say what he is, but he knows it's not that. Finally pulling his hands away from his face, Ronan heaves a sigh and rolls over so he can look at Noah. He's not horrified about being discovered with Noah. He's horrified about being discovered at all.]
[There's nothing definitive on Gansey's end other than an air of affirmation and a non-directional I should move.
Looking around quickly, as though he were the one caught in a compromising situation, he walks calmly back upstairs and turns the television on, volume up, to give them privacy--or the illusion thereof.]
[Ronan can hear Gansey leaving, which is somehow worse than Gansey being there, and he shuts his eyes to gather himself. He doesn't think Noah's lying to him, but he also doesn't know how much of it is Noah's optimism and how much actually comes from Gansey's head. Ronan clasps Noah's hand and opens his eyes.]
[Apparently it is settled. In less than a second, Ronan experiences a flood of relief and a leap of quiet thrill (he has a boyfriend!) before he remembers to be humiliated again.]
Okay, but on a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if I flee my mortal body and spend the next fifteen or twenty hours as an electromagnetic wave?
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It's okay, though. He's assured. Ronan bends to Noah's urging, meeting Noah's lips and kissing him fervently - if not with total abandon. They've been apart for too long, even while they were technically near each other. He's missed the sugar-booze taste of Noah, the warmth of him, and the awkward angles of their limbs as their bodies tangle in a pillowy, too-cozy space.
Purring, he loves Noah's fingers drawing over the lines of his tattoo. The kiss breaks again and Ronan's hands slip under Noah, palms sliding along the curve of his spine and holding them close to each other.]
I'd rather worry about it than not have to.
[If Noah's heart wasn't beating, there'd be no concern. But then Noah's heart wouldn't be beating.]
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While Ronan's distracted by talking, Noah finally frees one of his legs. He hooks it firmly over Ronan's hip.]
I'd rather not worry about anything.
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...That works, too.
[He'll shut up now, scattering a line of kisses along Noah's jaw in a journey back to his lips.]
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A little nervously, You're okay with this, right? It's not too much?]
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Gansey leans over and knocks on his strange bedroom door.]
Noah, everything okay? Are you hurt?
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Crap.]
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He has no idea what's going on but he doesn't like the combination of the two. He opens the doors and pokes his head in looking towards the bed.]
Noah what's going on--
[Before he can finish the question he sees...a much taller form than Noah on the bed. With legs wrapped around his waist. There's no mistaking Ronan's figure even in this lighting. Gansey is frozen in place in surprise, only thought in his head, I thought Ronan and Adam...?]
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Gansey! [His voice goes up half an octave. He finally pulls his legs free, and scrabbles to cover his midsection with an oversized pillow, as if any modesty can be preserved at this point.]
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He turns his head towards the open door and calls out:]
Sorry--! I didn't mean to interrupt!
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Please, Gansey. [Then, in his head, I'm sorry. We should have told you. I'll talk to you in a bit.]
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Tell me Gansey's the only one out there right now.
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He is. [Turning back towards Ronan, ] You okay?
[He could just look in his head, but he figures Ronan needs some privacy right now.]
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[Because a lot of it depends on how disgusted Gansey is right now. Ronan personally feels like puking. He won't, but he feels like it.]
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[Noah rolls so that the tip of his nose barely brushes Ronan's spine, just a whisper.]
... Are you disgusted?
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[Ronan answers without hesitation. He couldn't say what he is, but he knows it's not that. Finally pulling his hands away from his face, Ronan heaves a sigh and rolls over so he can look at Noah. He's not horrified about being discovered with Noah. He's horrified about being discovered at all.]
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Looking around quickly, as though he were the one caught in a compromising situation, he walks calmly back upstairs and turns the television on, volume up, to give them privacy--or the illusion thereof.]
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[Something in Noah's voice and eyes peeks through, something older and wiser. He reaches out to touch Ronan's hand.]
Nothing about you has changed. We all still love you for who you are.
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Of course you'd say that. You're my boyf...thing.
[Or whatever.]
He's probably throwing up.
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[Noah says it without hesitation, spurred by Ronan's permission. That's settled, then.]
And I'm also psychic, and I know how Gansey was feeling, and it wasn't nauseated.
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Okay, but on a scale of one to ten, how pissed will you be if I flee my mortal body and spend the next fifteen or twenty hours as an electromagnetic wave?
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[He soothes his hand up Ronan's arm, and over his shoulder.]
You can have five minutes while I go tell Gansey what's what, and then I expect your mortal form to be right back here, mister.
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