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[admemoriam]

dude

[A little after sundown, the night after Ronan and Adam's... argument.]

i can hear you thinking about it from across the house
when were you gonna tell me that you totally ducked adam

ducked*

f uc k eddddd

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I'm sorry

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no man i don't mean it like that
i mean it like
"that's super great and i want to know about it"

just not from your head three rooms away while i'm trying to paint

[nightmarist]

[Well, that obviously means he has to pick his ass up and get over to Noah's room. About a minute later, he's in the studio with his fingers knotted up in his bracelets, taking a seat on the stairs.]

I didn't mean to be so loud.

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[Noah's got a canvas laid over the large table, and he seems to just be dropping paint onto it from above, in whatever color his hand grabs first.]

Hey, I would have tuned it out if I wanted to.

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[Noah doesn't seem pissed about it, but Ronan still feels the need to explain.]

We weren't planning on doing it.

[Well, he wasn't. Adam was inexplicably prepared, which only occurs to Ronan in this moment.]

I should've asked you first.

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[He gives a knowing, sideways little smile. Of course Adam was prepared.]

Just 'cause I was your boyfriend first doesn't mean you need, like, my permission for stuff. We're all equals.

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[Ronan drops his eyes to his wrist, fidgeting with his bracelets some more.]

Do you think Gansey will see it that way?

[Because he isn't sure.]

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Yeah, I do. He was never out to claim Adam for himself.

[Noah sticks his finger in some atrociously pink paint, and smears it across the canvas as he thinks. Then, after a few moments' pause and a deep breath, ] Gansey wants you and Adam to be together, okay? That's what's right to him, because that's how it happens back home.

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[That isn't as much of a surprise as it should be. Ronan had suspected, even before they'd all officially agreed on this arrangement. The bond between him and Adam was too strong. He'd felt it when they dreamt together and when Adam worked his magic, though the suspicion did nothing to ease his guilt.]

And here. Before.

[Noah had said early on that the reason they weren't together before was because Ronan had been with someone else. It's obvious now.]

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Yeah. Here, too.

[It's still a sore subject for him, and he doesn't plan on discussing it - the way Adam was the only thing that mattered in Ronan's world, the way they couldn't go a week without collapsing. If Noah hadn't known they were meant for each other on some cosmic bullshit level, he wouldn't have suggested it this time, not after watching all that turmoil for so long.]

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[Ronan sighs. He doesn't know how to feel. He's done his very best to not repeat past mistakes, and he's not sure if he's falling into the habit, anyway. Twisting one of his bracelets tighter around his wrist, he looks up at Noah.]

I don't wanna lose any part of this.

[Them. All of them. He can't be the thing that breaks them all apart again.]

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You won't.

[He brushes his hair out of his face, streaking paint through it, and comes around the side of the table.]

You aren't doing anything wrong. Adam's important to you, and we all understand that.

[nightmarist]

Okay.

[The least he can do is believe Noah. Though he's still going to have to work up the courage to confess to Gansey.]

You're getting paint in your hair.

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Performance art.

[Noah reaches back over and sticks his finger in some more wet paint - blue, this time. He sticks it right in the front, and swipes his fingers through again, deliberate and thorough.

This time, he starts to crack a smile.]

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[Ronan mirrors that smile, wrinkling his nose a little.]

Beautiful. But you're gonna regret that when it dries.

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You'll have to help me wash it out, then,

[Satisfied with the state of his hair, he steps forward, extends the blue finger - and taps the tip of Ronan's nose.]

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[If Noah was trying to get Ronan to adorably scrunch up his face, he's succeeded. Ronan throws his arms out to loop them around Noah's waist, tugging him closer.]

Yeah. Looks like I'll have to.

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[Noah takes that cue to lean forward and kiss him, gentle and sweet, just once.]

You know, [ he starts, leaning forward into Ronan's broad, warm embrace, ] you must be special. Adam didn't boss me around at all when I was sucking his dick.

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[A strained whimper escapes Ronan's throat as he buries his face in Noah's shirt for a moment. Oops, that's stained now.]

Probably because you were good at it.

[God, he's picturing it now. Which was Noah's intention, of course. Why do his boyfriends have to be so attractive? Why do they have to be so attractive with each other?]

[admemoriam]

[He soothes his hand over Ronan's shoulder, down his back. There isn't an end goal here, not really, not this time - he's just spent a day listening to his boyfriend's extremely explicit thoughts, and he wants to have some fun.

Maybe ask if he'll get a turn, or if that's going to be a strictly-Adam thing.]

Maybe. I mean, he said my name a lot.

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Is torture a part of your revenge scheme?

[Ronan burns with jealousy, which is absurd, considering all that's happened. It's not the angry kind of jealousy, though. He's not actually sure what kind it is. It's the kind that's making him hard? And in turn making him feel both silly and insatiable.]

[admemoriam]

Is it torture if you like hearing about it?

[He leans in to kiss him again, still short and chaste.]

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It's torture if I'm just hearing about it.

[A chaste kiss is not enough. Hungry, Ronan catches him and holds the kiss, deepening it and dragging Noah's lower lip between his teeth.]

[admemoriam]

[Noah happily responds, easing forward, pressing between Ronan's seated legs.

Imagine how I feel!]