[When Kyle's arm slips around his shoulders, Ronan slowly turns his head to regard him. It's a simple, inoffensive gesture, but Ronan isn't used to being touched so casually by someone outside his inner circle. And despite their first encounter, Ronan wouldn't have named Kyle as a friend, let alone anything closer. He's beginning to feel he may have to reconsider his position. Emotionally, that is.
The explosion draws his attention back to the sky. Ronan doesn't appear remotely alarmed, though some of the flames come dangerously close to the house. There's no need to worry, really. The house itself is Ronan's magic, and protected further by Adam's magic. At this point, he considers it nigh indestructible.]
[ Kyle releases the death grip he accidentally put on Ronan's shoulder when his fire exploded in the most novel way. ] Y-Yeah, at least no one got hurt. [ That's the silver lining to carelessly trying to impress a guy with his fire powers: No casualties. ]
[ Glancing over at Ronan, he watches the last of the bright scorches in the night sky reflect off his sharp face. ]
[As the fire dies away, Ronan returns his gaze to Kyle, only to catch Kyle looking back at him. He can read Kyle's expression well enough, entirely accustomed to admiration in people's eyes when they look at him, and entirely accustomed to ignoring them. Ronan is more than satisfied with his collection of lovers. Revenge handjobs aside, he's not seeking more than he already has.
Kyle, though... He doesn't seem to be ready to leave their intimacy behind, and the responsible part of Ronan feels both obligated and touched. Casual encounters are so distasteful, especially when compared to the intensity of the Meadows love polygon. He appreciates Kyle's persistence. He'd be a good boyfriend.]
[ Intimacy or no, Kyle has a hard time stepping away from the people he meets, especially if they are hot. So sorry, Ronan. You're stuck with this dweeb. ]
Yes! Unless I should be suspicious. Are there creatures lurking in it?
[ After a church full of a big ol' scary night terror and the constant threat of murder!!! Kyle must always be on his toes. ]
[Rather than pull away, Ronan's hand slips around and settles on Kyle's side, keeping hold of him as they walk through the field toward the lake's sandy shore. He imagines a large body of water will make Kyle feel a bit more at ease with his condition.]
[Though Ronan hadn't intended to enter the water, he's not opposed to the idea. They can hear the water lapping at the shore more than they can see it. Ronan comes to a stop when he can feel it splashing against the toe of his boot and turns just slightly toward Kyle. His palm sliding down to Kyle's hip, Ronan's fingers nudge beneath Kyle's waistband to tease at his heated skin.]
It's okay for skinny dipping, if that's what you're wondering.
... I was. [ It's embarrassing to admit, especially when Ronan's hand starts dipping down his back, but what else can you do with a lake in the middle of the night? Fish? He doesn't know how to fish! He can, however, easily take off his clothes and wade into the water, cold or no. ] And I was more concerned about you. You get cold easily.
[And just like that, Ronan slips away to begin stripping off his clothes. In the warm summer night, there's not much to take off. He sheds his tank, jeans, and boots in mere seconds, leaving them in a pile somewhere in the darkness where he's reasonably certain the water won't take them. Then he wades forward, leaving little time for Kyle to hesitate.]
... Wow. [ He just got right on in without a blink. Kyle needs to amp up his game—Actually, no, he doesn't. This is amped up for him, and yet these boys leave him in the dust. Sheesh!
So, he struggles out of his clothes awkwardly and puts them in a pile beside Ronan's, then he steps in tentatively. It's not the temperature that concerns him, it's the unknown! But nothing has eaten Ronan yet. Should be okay? ]
Temp okay?
[ Kyle can't feel whether it's pleasant or terrible. Ronan will have to tell him if he wants to be warmed up. ]
[As a farmboy with plenty of experience swimming in lakes, it's nothing Ronan can't handle. But he offers that as an invitation, slowing enough to Kyle to reach him once the water's at his waist. Really, all of this is for Kyle's benefit.]
[ Kyle's benefit, huh? Good thing he doesn't know what a pity case he is. But, eh, he's got a naked Ronan right in front of him. Pity's gotten him this far, right? ]
Here. [ He rests his arm on one of Ronan's shoulders to let the heat pour back into him. ]
[Pity alone wouldn't get Kyle this far. Ronan pities plenty of people without allowing them to touch him. He's not even particularly mindful of repaying debts, though that's something he's attempting to do better. It's the collision of all these forces: that he likes Kyle, that Kyle once pleasured him, that Kyle did it well, and that Kyle's circumstances leave him with few opportunities to be pleasured in return. Ronan's interested in the challenge, aroused by the idea, and convinced by a sense of obligation.
So he leans into Kyle's touch, open to whatever Kyle was seeking out when he came here.]
That feels nice.
[And it does, one kind of warmth spreading through him, and then another building between his legs.]
[ Honestly? He's just looking for a guy that doesn't mind a connection with him. You know, in a touchy way. So this, it's nice that Ronan's reciprocating. ]
Yeah? Cool—Or hot. Whatever is the correct response. [ Hahaha haaa terrible pun. It's a good thing something swims across his calf which breaks that horrible moment. Who knows what it is—Probably a small fish or crawfish, but it feels as big as an alligator in the dark. ]Ohh shit, something touched me!
[ He pushes right into Ronan to escape the horrible mysterious monster. ]
[That's sarcasm. This is convenient, though, because it gives Ronan a perfectly good excuse to put his arms around Kyle without terrifying him in a different way. He calmly gathers Kyle up and draws him close, burgeoning erection pressed carelessly against Kyle's thigh. Ronan being Ronan, it's too large to ignore even at half-mast.]
[Adam wants to make out, but Gansey's working a late shift and Noah's off somewhere, probably with some of his skate park friends, and Adam can't find Ronan around the house. He reaches out for Ronan's energy, easily able to find him anywhere within a ten mile radius, and heads outside to seek him, expecting to find Ronan in the church as usual. As he gets closer, he realizes that he's not heading for the church but the pond.
As he gets even closer, he hears the sound of voices and movement in the water. Ronan's voice and--another boy? Not one of his boyfriends.
Adam slips his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight, finding Ronan naked and chest to chest with... Kyle.]
[ There's a snappy comment on the tip of his tongue feeling that erection hit him in the small of his back. Apparently Kyle's fear turns Ronan on. Tsk! But he has no time to be snappy! NO TIME! Because that Um is not Ronan.
When he sees Adam from the corner of his bright white eyes, he shoves Ronan as far from him as possible in obvious guilt. ]
[Ronan's less surprised than Kyle about Adam's appearance. Mostly because he'd felt a vague tug at his energy a few seconds ago, and recognized it as Adam seeking him out. His cock had gotten just a bit harder right before Kyle shoved him away.
Undeterred even by the beam of Adam's flashlight, Ronan stalks closer to Kyle again. There's mischief in his eyes, his mouth curved into a smirk for Adam. He's saying something without saying anything. Adam's presence may not have been planned, but it's not unwelcome.]
We're skinny dipping. You should join us. Kyle's making it nice and warm in here.
[Adam cannot resist mischief. He especially cannot resist Ronan's mischief. It's one of the quickest ways to get him to discard most of his normal personality traits (practical, guarded, calculating) in the pursuit of sheer reckless fun. His lips twitch and he tucks his phone away. He's not sure what Ronan's up to, but before they get to that he wants a better light.]
Kyle, toss up a fireball. Don't worry, I'll catch it.
Uhm... Alright. [ At least he can't be murdered by fire, so that's good. With a big breath he pulls out his hand and shakes it off before the fire ball is summoned as requested. It's then hurled into the air for Adam. ] There you go? Got more of that if you—I can turn this lake into a Jacuzzi, actually.
We have a hot tub back at the house, but I figured we'd be safer out here.
[Pleased that Adam appears to be catching on, Ronan sidles up to Kyle's back again. Now he's fully hard, Kyle will immediately learn, as Ronan's cock nudges him again. He plants his hands on Kyle's hips to keep him from squirming away.]
[The fire ball's trajectory stops ten feet into the air, hovering in place. The fire swirls, like weather patterns around a globe, and the light shifts, becoming white, as Adam transforms the combustion energy into something more stable and amplifies it into light.
Then, under the light of their own private moon, Adam pulls off his shirt. He's put on a lot of weight in the months he's lived in the Meadows, which is to say that he's now an average teenage boy, on the skinny side, with a lightly muscled upper body.]
Oh, wow. [ Adam, you're looking good, but Kyle is busy staring at the ball of fire that's been transformed into a beautiful artificial light. This is the first time he's ever seen Adam use his powers. Reminds him of the easy beauty of Spooky's magic.
But, uh, yeah, back to reality here, because that's a dick sliding up just above the crack of his ass. And now there's a second boy dropping trou to wade in with them. ]
Yeah, what?
[ Kyle is suspicious. Very suspicious. He turns just enough to narrow his eyes at Ronan, although not enough to disrupt the arms around him. Ha, he's not that suspicious. ]
[Ronan's fingers massage lightly at Kyle's hips, keeping their firm grip as his cock jumps and slides between Kyle's cheeks. There's no fucking need to be shy here. Kyle's already made him come.]
But now that Adam's here, we can probably do something more interesting. I dunno. Adam?
[Adam stops short at that, eyebrows going up. That was not the suggestion he expected from his deeply Catholic, deeply devoted boyfriend.
He's also not at all sure how he feels about it.
Taking a seat on midair--held aloft by one of his force fields, and he's getting better at tapping just enough energy and then holding it in his veins so that he can summon force fields whenever he wants--Adam watches them. He's still wearing his jeans, and his expression is guarded.]
Not safer for the fish. How are you okay with this?
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The explosion draws his attention back to the sky. Ronan doesn't appear remotely alarmed, though some of the flames come dangerously close to the house. There's no need to worry, really. The house itself is Ronan's magic, and protected further by Adam's magic. At this point, he considers it nigh indestructible.]
Cool.
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[ Glancing over at Ronan, he watches the last of the bright scorches in the night sky reflect off his sharp face. ]
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[As the fire dies away, Ronan returns his gaze to Kyle, only to catch Kyle looking back at him. He can read Kyle's expression well enough, entirely accustomed to admiration in people's eyes when they look at him, and entirely accustomed to ignoring them. Ronan is more than satisfied with his collection of lovers. Revenge handjobs aside, he's not seeking more than he already has.
Kyle, though... He doesn't seem to be ready to leave their intimacy behind, and the responsible part of Ronan feels both obligated and touched. Casual encounters are so distasteful, especially when compared to the intensity of the Meadows love polygon. He appreciates Kyle's persistence. He'd be a good boyfriend.]
Wanna see the lake? It's not far.
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, especially if they are hot. So sorry, Ronan. You're stuck with this dweeb. ]Yes! Unless I should be suspicious. Are there creatures lurking in it?
[ After a church full of a big ol' scary night terror and the constant threat of murder!!! Kyle must always be on his toes. ]
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[Rather than pull away, Ronan's hand slips around and settles on Kyle's side, keeping hold of him as they walk through the field toward the lake's sandy shore. He imagines a large body of water will make Kyle feel a bit more at ease with his condition.]
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Damn. It's so black at night. [ You can't see anything in the dark waters. ] Is it cold?
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[Though Ronan hadn't intended to enter the water, he's not opposed to the idea. They can hear the water lapping at the shore more than they can see it. Ronan comes to a stop when he can feel it splashing against the toe of his boot and turns just slightly toward Kyle. His palm sliding down to Kyle's hip, Ronan's fingers nudge beneath Kyle's waistband to tease at his heated skin.]
It's okay for skinny dipping, if that's what you're wondering.
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[And just like that, Ronan slips away to begin stripping off his clothes. In the warm summer night, there's not much to take off. He sheds his tank, jeans, and boots in mere seconds, leaving them in a pile somewhere in the darkness where he's reasonably certain the water won't take them. Then he wades forward, leaving little time for Kyle to hesitate.]
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So, he struggles out of his clothes awkwardly and puts them in a pile beside Ronan's, then he steps in tentatively. It's not the temperature that concerns him, it's the unknown! But nothing has eaten Ronan yet. Should be okay? ]
Temp okay?
[ Kyle can't feel whether it's pleasant or terrible. Ronan will have to tell him if he wants to be warmed up. ]
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[As a farmboy with plenty of experience swimming in lakes, it's nothing Ronan can't handle. But he offers that as an invitation, slowing enough to Kyle to reach him once the water's at his waist. Really, all of this is for Kyle's benefit.]
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Here. [ He rests his arm on one of Ronan's shoulders to let the heat pour back into him. ]
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So he leans into Kyle's touch, open to whatever Kyle was seeking out when he came here.]
That feels nice.
[And it does, one kind of warmth spreading through him, and then another building between his legs.]
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Yeah? Cool—Or hot. Whatever is the correct response. [ Hahaha haaa terrible pun. It's a good thing something swims across his calf which breaks that horrible moment. Who knows what it is—Probably a small fish or crawfish, but it feels as big as an alligator in the dark. ] Ohh shit, something touched me!
[ He pushes right into Ronan to escape the horrible mysterious monster. ]
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[That's sarcasm. This is convenient, though, because it gives Ronan a perfectly good excuse to put his arms around Kyle without terrifying him in a different way. He calmly gathers Kyle up and draws him close, burgeoning erection pressed carelessly against Kyle's thigh. Ronan being Ronan, it's too large to ignore even at half-mast.]
here comes the murder
As he gets even closer, he hears the sound of voices and movement in the water. Ronan's voice and--another boy? Not one of his boyfriends.
Adam slips his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight, finding Ronan naked and chest to chest with... Kyle.]
Um.
oh shit
When he sees Adam from the corner of his bright white eyes, he shoves Ronan as far from him as possible in obvious guilt. ]
Uhm. Hi. There was a fish! It touched me!
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[Ronan's less surprised than Kyle about Adam's appearance. Mostly because he'd felt a vague tug at his energy a few seconds ago, and recognized it as Adam seeking him out. His cock had gotten just a bit harder right before Kyle shoved him away.
Undeterred even by the beam of Adam's flashlight, Ronan stalks closer to Kyle again. There's mischief in his eyes, his mouth curved into a smirk for Adam. He's saying something without saying anything. Adam's presence may not have been planned, but it's not unwelcome.]
We're skinny dipping. You should join us. Kyle's making it nice and warm in here.
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Kyle, toss up a fireball. Don't worry, I'll catch it.
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[ A beat. ]
Oh. But then the fish would... die. Never mind!
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[Pleased that Adam appears to be catching on, Ronan sidles up to Kyle's back again. Now he's fully hard, Kyle will immediately learn, as Ronan's cock nudges him again. He plants his hands on Kyle's hips to keep him from squirming away.]
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Then, under the light of their own private moon, Adam pulls off his shirt. He's put on a lot of weight in the months he's lived in the Meadows, which is to say that he's now an average teenage boy, on the skinny side, with a lightly muscled upper body.]
Safer in regards to what?
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But, uh, yeah, back to reality here, because that's a dick sliding up just above the crack of his ass. And now there's a second boy dropping trou to wade in with them. ]
Yeah, what?
[ Kyle is suspicious. Very suspicious. He turns just enough to narrow his eyes at Ronan, although not enough to disrupt the arms around him. Ha, he's not that suspicious. ]
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[Ronan's fingers massage lightly at Kyle's hips, keeping their firm grip as his cock jumps and slides between Kyle's cheeks. There's no fucking need to be shy here. Kyle's already made him come.]
But now that Adam's here, we can probably do something more interesting. I dunno. Adam?
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He's also not at all sure how he feels about it.
Taking a seat on midair--held aloft by one of his force fields, and he's getting better at tapping just enough energy and then holding it in his veins so that he can summon force fields whenever he wants--Adam watches them. He's still wearing his jeans, and his expression is guarded.]
Not safer for the fish. How are you okay with this?
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