Chapter 4

Night Shenanigans

"Come here often?" Adam asked as Ronan pulled over the car.

Everything was swallowed with darkness except for a few feet before them that was lit by the BMW's headlights. They'd stopped a few feet away from the edge of a cliff that overlooked Henrietta and they could see the outline of their small town, dark but for few lit houses. The further part of town was a constellation of stars, looking too sparse to be as bright as a city but too beautiful to be dull.

Ronan grabbed the bag back form Adam and moved out of the car. Warm air filtered through the open door and the eerily calm night noises followed. As Adam hoped out of the car, he couldn't help but feel as if they should set up a camp site. He remembered how much he'd always wanted to go camping as a kid and thought if his father had ever indulged his endless pleas it would have felt something like this.

Ronan hoped onto the hood of the car and watched calmly as Adam followed suit. "I used to come here with Mathew sometimes" he said and looked away quickly before the other boy could sense his lingering gaze.

They both reached for a tub of ice cream and silence fell between them as they stared ahead. For a while, they could only hear the silent breeze that ruffled the tall trees all around them. Ronan felt grateful that his erratic heartbeat was swallowed up by the night cries of small, unnamed creatures in the woods. He felt as if he'd laid some deep part of him bare by bringing Adam here.

He inhaled a small breath to calm his nerves and grabbed one of the plastic spoons. "Usually, I come here alone" he continued, carefully avoiding to look at the other boy.

"Why?" Adam said around a mouthful of chocolate chip ice cream. He'd found it interesting that Ronan had known what his favorite ice cream was, but he'd swallowed that part of him that wanted to dwell on the fact. Ronan, he knew, was very observant and he'd know these little things about all their friends. He mustn't make anything out of it.

"I don't know. I like the quiet"

"How did you even find this spot?"

At that, Ronan's features hardened and his knuckles turned even paler where he leaned on his arm in the space between them.

"It was a few days after my father" he said, jaws clenching around the last word that they both knew. Adam suddenly felt uncomfortable and turned his gaze in front of him, silently berating himself for being nosy. But Ronan surprised him by continuing, "I was just driving around when I found myself here"

Adam pictured reckless Ronan speed driving through these lonely, unused roads – so detached from the rest of Henrietta. He pictured his heart racing and drowning his thoughts, and he understood what this place meant to him.

"It's nice" Adam said softy. What he wanted to say was thank you for bringing me here, for showing me this part of you, for trusting me. But he glanced up and caught Ronan's blue eyes that seemed as dark as the woods behind him and his pale skin that contrasted with all that darkness; he watched the sharp angles of his face that cast soft shadows over strong features and the lean shape of his body that lounged on his father's car- a cautious distance from him, and he felt a familiar self-conscious voice that buried his thoughts.

The voice was then drowned out when Ronan looked over at him. Something shifted in those few seconds and Ronan suddenly felt like the space between them was awkward and out of place. He hopped off to lean on the car instead, crossing his feet at the ankles. This way he could resist looking at the other boy's mess of sandy hair and not feel the urge to smooth it.

Suddenly, a soft voice spoke behind him, "It feels like camping. I've always wanted to go camping" Ronan turned for a few milliseconds, caught Adam's soft features that matched his fragile voice and quickly brought his attention to carving his spoon into his ice cream.

"What else have you always wanted to do?" He wished he sounded as uninterested as he wanted to seem.

"I used to always wish that my father would teach me how to ride bike, like I knew other fathers did"

Ronan held his breath, feeling like any moment Adam would shut himself off again.

"I wanted to have birthday parties of my own, I wanted a Spiderman action figure" Adam couldn't stop himself from rambling. "I wanted to buy my own car and I wanted to drive out of Henrietta"

"I used to wish for a bookshelf full of manga every birthday" he said wistfully, and Ronan felt the corners of his mouth lift.

Adam stopped for a second and the silence that followed was awkward to say the least. Between him putting away the ice cream and dropping beside Ronan, he took in a deep breath. Maybe it was that he felt so far from the town he dreaded or it was the other boy's quiet attention, but he felt emboldened and desperate at the same time.

"I wanted to kiss a girl but I also wanted to kiss a boy" he said, so quietly that it could've been carried away unheard by the warm breeze.

He didn't know what he was doing but he had to do something and he had to get answers. He'd always suspected Ronan's affection towards him. He'd been scared of embracing the thought as much as he was scared of finding out it wasn't true. So it had been at the back of his mind mostly, locked out behind insecurity and fear. But they'd kissed that day and if that was what he'd be missing then he wanted to face those fears.

Ronan's breath hitched and despite himself, he looked over to see Adam's nervous gaze holding his resolutely.

"What about you?" He said, even quieter than last. Ronan's gaze momentarily dipped towards his lips as they formed those words and he felt his façade crumbling. He looked back to meet his eyes and let him see everything. I wanted you, I want you always they seemed to say.

Everything around them suddenly fell silent as if they were the only things alive. Adam could swear all the lights fizzled- all except Ronan's blue eyes. He saw in them all his doubts trampled. He saw his fears not dismissed but acknowledged and accepted. He saw his flaws lighten and his strength brought to light. He saw his thoughts confirmed.

Adam allowed himself a moment to marvel at Ronan's open gaze. Here was the boy who claimed to never lie while hiding behind his aloof manners; here he was letting him see. He felt awe and he felt fear of what he'd entrusted him with and he knew Ronan could see that in his own eyes. But that didn't stop Ronan from kissing him.

The moment Ronan's cold lips touched his, Adam felt alive. If the other kiss had been frenzied and unsure, this was slow and soft. Adam felt his heart soaring with each second, beating at its own frantic rhythm that made him feel disconnected from his own body.

He tasted cold and sweet and warm all at the same time. Adam's mind seemed barren of all thoughts, focused only on the sensation of Ronan's warm hands on his cheek.

When Ronan's lips left his, everything in him screamed of loss and he made an embarrassingly frustrated sound. He opened his eyes to catch Ronan watching him wistfully. As if he couldn't believe what was happening. Adam reached on his toes and placed a small kiss on the corner of his lips, meaning to reassure him but instead, displaying a tenderness that he had never known was in him.

Ronan's lips- glistening from the kiss- pulled up in one of his very rare smiles and now Adam was sure that he was fully disconnected from his body.

When their lips met again, they were both reeling from the intensity of everything. Adam's hands fit perfectly around Ronan's waist and he didn't even consider that he was kissing a boy. His hands drifted to strong shoulders and his face tilted upwards to meet the kisses, but it felt right. He wasn't just kissing a boy, he was kissing Ronan.

Adam tilted his head to deepen the kiss further and parted his lips when Ronan's tongue drifted lightly over his lower lip. Their tongues collided and teeth clashed together but still Adam felt like he wanted more. He pulled Ronan's swollen bottom lip between his and lightly grazed his teeth over them, surprised at himself.

Ronan's answering groan sent a wave of warm blood coiling at the pit of his stomach. His body buzzed with excitement and his head felt heavy with desire. He did it again.

The response this time was even better. Ronan's controlled hold tumbled and he pushed Adam back against the car with a force that staled Adam's breathe. The kisses turned frantic and Adam suddenly found himself half-lying over the hood, Ronan leaning over him. Something hit the ground with a thump and Adam hazily recalled the ice cream they'd left on the hood.

When his lungs caught fire from a lack of breathe, he pulled his lips away reluctantly and breathed in heavy gulps, willing his blurring vision to clear. The latter proved to be impossible as Ronan's warm hands slipped slowly under his shirt. The sky above him swirled with his reeling head and he wondered how he'd been able to last so far without this feeling. Wet lips kissed over his neck chastely, once again stealing his breathe. Teeth grazed over a spot where his neck connected to his shoulder and he stopped breathing all together. When he felt a hot tongue smooth over that same spot, he couldn't help but moan and lift his hips.

They both groaned at the contact and Ronan bit out a curse. Adam's face flushed at the obvious sign of how much he was enjoying this. But he could also feel hardness pressed over his thigh and it felt like something out a dream- that someone could ever want him like this.

Ronan, not at all embarrassed, moved to kiss him again. This time, their tongues mimicked an erotic dance of what their hips wanted to do. Adam felt himself losing all shreds of composure as Ronan's hands tangled in his hair and pulled slightly to tilt his head better. He pulled Adam off the hood and they leaned against the hood once again, connected from head to toe as Ronan's hands roamed over his back, leaving trails of fire and awakened nerves.

Ronan never felt so turned on in his life. His jeans were scuffing and so uncomfortably tight. His skin has never felt so hot. He felt he'd never get enough of Adam's soft moans and sighs. His lips felt as soft as he'd always dreamed they would and tracing his hands over his skin proved to be as satisfying. When he felt Adam's hesitant hands reach under his shirt, he knew he was about to come undone today.

Those hands that he'd always dreamed about- finally touching him…

As the hands moved over his chest and back, his breaths became ragged and uneven. He wanted to go on like this forever, have it never stop. But there was something he wanted to do even more. He reluctantly pulled Adam's hands away and kissed his knuckles. Adam looked at him curiously, lips swollen and red.

Ronan watched him closely as he moved his hands to his waist. Adam's stomach clenched. Ronan's eyes were clouded and almost black now and he licked his lips as he moved his hands even further, never taking his eyes off him. Adam felt the world spinning around the direction he felt they were going. Any other time, any other person, Adam would have refused. He could never imagine letting someone see him this way, but this time, he wanted it more than anything he'd ever wanted. So he conveyed as much confirmation as he could to Ronan through a half-lidded gaze. But it was enough of a confirmation to Ronan.

He slowly worked on his belt buckle and Adam watched his nimble and careful fingers, willing them to be faster. Once his jeans were undone, Ronan leaned over to continue suckling on Adam's skin. Adam was split into two; relishing the feel of Ronan's lips and anticipating the touch he craved.

When the touch came, Adam's focus unquestioningly focused on that single sensation. Ronan's hands closed over his hardness and he threw his head back to moan louder than ever.

"Fuck" He hissed as the hand started to move. He couldn't comprehend how good it felt. Ronan continued kissing his throat and licking at the skin he bruised. There would be marks soon but neither of them could bring themselves to care.

With each tug, Adam's stomach clenched painfully and he grew restless, bucking his hips and feeling more heat pool down as Ronan groaned into his neck. With each moment, he grew bold too. Too clouded with desire to let insecurities hold him back.

"Ronan" He kept saying, his fingers were gripping his tattooed arms like they were an anchor. If it weren't for his arms holding him, his knees would have given away for sure.

His name was moaned and breathed almost worshipfully and Ronan felt each of them like a truck. His jeans were impossibly tight now and his need for relief has reached a critical level but he would give even that up for Adam's pleasure. He resisted the urge to reach down into his own pants and leaned close to Adam, lips touching the shell of his ear and eliciting a shiver from the other boy.

"Yes, Adam?" He whispered, ignoring the hoarseness of his voice to suck his earlobe.

"Harder" Adam breathed and Ronan almost came right then. Instead, he bit his lip hard and gripped harder, moving faster simultaneously.

"God…yes..." Adam's eyes closed tight and his hips started bucking more frantically. Ronan knew he was close and reveled in the fact that he'd brought this pleasure to Adam. He'd made him lose himself like this. His eyes moved over Adam, filing away his hooded gaze, his little sounds and his strung curse words and committing them to memory.

Ronan tightened his grip further and Adam let out a strangled moan followed by an incoherent tumble of words then "Yes…Fuck, Please don't stop" At this point, his breathing had turned to panting and his hold on Ronan's arms had become painful quite a while ago.

When Ronan moved a thumb over his slit at the head, his whole body tensed and stung up for the last time before he came. His lips moved indecipherably but he was sure he'd screamed Ronan's name at one point or another. Ronan stroked him through his orgasm till the feel of his hands on the oversensitive skin had been too much to handle and he'd begged him to stop. His legs gave out and he slumped against Ronan's chest, shuddering.

Arms wrapped around him and enveloped him in warmth, stilling his erratic breath.

"What about you?"

Ronan chuckled and then kissed his forehead. Adam tightened his arms around his waist. This side of Ronan that slipped through the crack was almost unreal and beautiful in a soft way that isn't the fierce kind he was used to.

"Another time" Ronan breathed into his hair and Adam's blood hummed with all the possibilities. He wanted to see all of Ronan – fierceness and tenderness all the same.

******Author's note*******

Hello guys, I hope you like this chapter. I'm not sure if I'll be continuing this story since It's my first fanfic and I hadn't really planned on going forward with it, but I'll be starting a new story soon, so stay tuned.

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