not_in_the_book | Room 507, Monday, Lunchtime

Room 507, Monday, Lunchtime

Ronan was sitting in his room, waiting for Johnny to show up so that he could heal the other boy's injured cheek. There was some quiet music playing, and he had drawn the curtains some, dimming the room slightly.

(OOC: For

fantastic_torch. I suppose the roomie could interrupt, but I'm not entirely sure that he'd want to. ... ~~Probably going to be~~ DEFINITELY NSFW.)

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Ronan went over and opened it. "Hey," he said, pulling the door all the way open and giving Johnny space to come in.

"Hey," Johnny returned and walked in to stand somewhere about the middle of the room.

"Listen, Ronan, I've been thinking..." And he paused, waiting until he had his full attention.

Ronan closed the door, wordlessly keying the spell that would inform John, if he came by, that the room was 'in use'. "Yeah?" he said, stepping forward slightly.

"I don't want you to heal me. I don't want to pussy my way out of this. You can understand that, right?" He asked, watching Ronan carefully.

Ronan nodded. "You're punishing yourself," he said. "I'm going to guess that you did something you shouldn't have, that you knew you shouldn't have, and that someone took offense." He moved closer. "Am I right?"

Johnny held his gaze, "You're right. But it's done and over with and I'd just as soon live with the pain in my jaw."

Again, Ronan nodded, stepping forward once more as he kept his eyes locked to Johnny's. "But that's not the only reason you came here, is it." It wasn't a question, not really.

"I'm telling myself that it is," But damn if desire didn't hit him full force in the gut and spread from there, heating his body until he nearly glowed.

"What am I doing here?" he asked Ronan, his tone soft, and Johnny had to force the heat down so he wouldn't accidently burn the other boy.

Ronan could feel the heat emanating from Johnny, and knew that the next few moments were crucial for whether or not this went incredibly well or horribly badly.

"You're doing nothing that you don't want to," Ronan said, after a moment. "I'm not going to push you to do anything. But... if you want..." He left hte statement hanging, wanting Johnny to fill in the rest for himself.

It's been too long, that was all he could stand there and think as he looked at Ronan.

Then he tore his shirt from his body and let it drop to the floor. And Johnny closed the gab between them. "Maybe," it was all he said and at that was barely whispered.

Ronan reached out one hand, and let his fingers move softly across Johnny's shoulder, and down his arm, to reach and clasp Johnny's hand. "If you want this," Ronan said, "you can have it. If you find that you need... release."

"God," Johnny moaned, gritting his teeth. He wanted release, more than anything right now. The fact that his jeans strained against his groin was a definite indication.

Ronan let his shirt slip off, let it fall to the floor, releasing Johnny's hand to do so. He finished closing the gap, letting his skin touch Johnny's skin, his flesh touch Johnny's flesh; his hands came up around Johnny's neck. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "Tell me what you want."

It was odd. Strange. God he wasn't sure what he wanted right now and the heat of Ronan's flesh against him only confused him further. He stared into his eyes and didn't answer, instead he brought his mouth down hard over Ronan's, parting his lips and sliding his tongue in to delve deep.

Some things can be said without words. Ronan let Johnny explore his mouth, let the other boy take what he needed. Ronan's hands slid down Johnny's back, cupping his ass, pulling Johnny towards him.

Johnny got a little rough after that and pushed Ronan back until he was firm against the furthest wall, "I don't know what you want," he murmured against his lips, "But gentle is just not me today."

Ronan grinned. "I can work with that," he said. He licked up the line of Johnny's jaw, then sucked and nipped at Johnny's neck; not too hard, but Johnny was free to ask him to bite harder. ... Or not at all, but hey.

"You're going to have to push me, Ronan, this doesn't come easy for me." And he might have been speaking literally as well.

Ronan took it both ways, as he pushed Johnny, switching them around so the other boy was against the wall. His hands undid Johnny's belt; as his mouth traced down Johnny's torso, Ronan fell to his knees.

Johnny sucked in his breath, grinding down on his jaw, and he reached down to grasp hold of Ronan's dark hair, making a fist of it in his large hand.

Ronan finished with Johnny's belt, and undid his pants, pulling them down roughly to release Johnny's straining erection. He leaned forward, and licked up Johnny's length slowly, before enveloping the head in his mouth.

Johnny's head hit the wall behind him and he closed his eyes, choosing to bite down hard on his lip instead of saying anything, or making any noise at all really.

But his hips arched of their own accord and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep in Ronan's throat.

Ronan pulled his head away, pulling away from Johnny's hand. He didn't say anything, just waited a moment before leaning in and tonguing one of Johnny's balls, sucking it into his mouth and rolling it around slowly.

Johnny raised a hand to his face, holding it over his eyes as his whole body seemed to tense and grow taut, and heat uncontrollably.

Ronan grinned when he felt the increase in temperature, and pulled away, standing up and stepping back. "On your knees," he said. "Now."

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