"Just" Ronnie was breathing a little heavier than he should be, and Vic was a little suspicious of why; he hadn't opened the door yet, but he was close to doing so; but the breathless way in which Ronnie had spoken gave him cause to pause, "touch me-oh!" there was a soft moan, and Vic raised a brow, glancing around the hall to ensure no one was watching him. "Please-please!" He sounded so desperate; and Vic had never heard (okay, well, once; but he had just had the side of his face burnt off then) Ronnie sound that desperate.
"Stop making me do this!" was that… Lem? He heard Ronnie's breath hitch, and another moan; what exactly were they doing in there? Ronnie sort of laughed, and there was a noise, it sounded like one of them had slammed the other into the wall; "I don't want to do this anymore." His voice didn't sound too convincing,
"Don't." Ronnie gasped, and Vic heard something hit the floor; sounded like a badge, "Lie to me. You want this-you w-want me!" startled Vic moved back away from the door; what kind of thing was that to say? It implied that they were… together; it implied a lot of things, and Vic wasn't sure he was entirely interested in finding out what those things were.
"God-no I don't, Ronnie!" Lem's voice sounded whiny; like he wanted to say something but he was keeping himself from saying it. Something like the truth, Vic thought wryly. But this time the moan Vic heard was definitely Lem's. "R-Ronnie-" he choked off, and Vic heard him slam his hand into the wall; he didn't have to imagine too hard to figure out what was going on in there right now.