Chapter 11: Back
"Is there even anything in here that we can wear?" Ronan griped, standing in front of the pile of clothing Blue had thrown on her bed for the boys to riffle through. He wore only his boxers, his clothing already hanging from a hanger in her closet beside Adam's. Blue and Gansey's clothes had been thrown haphazardly over the end of her bed.
"Well, generally speaking, we have the ability to wear it, but if we're going to is a different matter entirely," Adam replied, picking up a shirt not only two sizes too large for him, but most definitely six times too large for Blue. Sighing, he let his head fall back.
"We could just not wear anything for a few hours," Ronan said simply, pulling a Captain America shirt with its sleeves cut off from the pile.
Ignoring the heat that crept up from under the collar of his shirt, he blinked slowly at Ronan. "Ronan," he growled emphatically.
"Adam," Ronan growled back, raising an eyebrow at him.
Huffing, Adam snatched up a towel and the clothes he had found that were halfway decent. "Let's go take a shower."
Grinning with triumph, Ronan followed after Adam, a spring to his step.
…..
Ronan shivered, his body tensing beneath Adam's exploration of the tattoo covering his back. His back arched, his fingers reaching back to drag along Adam's waist. "Adam," he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Sssh," Adam whispered gently, lips brushing down Ronan's spine, "Unless you want this whole house full of women to hear your voice."
"Like I care. Just don't stop," Ronan snapped.
Grinning, Adam kissed further down Ronan's back. "So you want Gansey and Noah and Blue to know what you sound like when I drive you crazy?"
"They already would if you wouldn't be such a fucking tease."
Adam moved back up Ronan's back, slipping his arms around Ronan's waist and keeping his lips pressed to his skin as his smile fell away. "Everything with Glendower isn't done yet. Can you feel it? There's still something… something that hasn't happened yet, something that's wrong."
"Can you tell what it is?"
"No," Adam murmured. He tightened his arms around Ronan's waist, looking for ways to keep himself grounded in reality. Cabeswater prickled at the edge of his senses, exhilarated, fingers reaching out for him. "But we're not done losing people yet, I don't think."
Silent for a long moment, Ronan tried to throw a joke. "Way to ruin the mood."
Adam laughed half-heartedly. "Like you don't ruin them all the time."
