[ this time, as adam looks at him, ronan deliberately looks right back. but while he's watching adam's eyes, adam appears to be watching ronan's lips, and that makes his heart beat like a caged bird. before he can even open his mouth to ask the question, what the hell are you looking at?, adam kisses him.
adam kisses him.
adam parrish is kissing him, ronan lynch, and he can't do anything but stand there, figuratively and literally rooted to the spot. while adam's eyes are shut tightly, like he was bracing for impact, ronan's are open and wide, like a deer in headlights, and by the time he remembers how to move or breathe, adam is pulling back.
fuck doesn't even begin to cover it.
it figures the only time ronan gets adam to kiss him is while they're being held hostage by a sentient forest that's apparently gone rogue. ronan has half a mind to take a torch to the place, though he doesn't linger on that thought for fear the trees might decide to combust while they're still trapped. he doesn't need to look up to know that the mistletoe is still there. the roots haven't loosened their hold. ronan is starting to lose feeling in his left foot. ]
That was pathetic, Parrish, [ he says as if he has any authority on the subject. (he doesn't.) the low tone of his voice belies his uncertainty, the extent to which he's been shaken. all the same, he raises his hands and cup the sides of adam's neck. ] Here.
[ then he leans in and presses their lips together like he means it. ]
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adam kisses him.
adam parrish is kissing him, ronan lynch, and he can't do anything but stand there, figuratively and literally rooted to the spot. while adam's eyes are shut tightly, like he was bracing for impact, ronan's are open and wide, like a deer in headlights, and by the time he remembers how to move or breathe, adam is pulling back.
fuck doesn't even begin to cover it.
it figures the only time ronan gets adam to kiss him is while they're being held hostage by a sentient forest that's apparently gone rogue. ronan has half a mind to take a torch to the place, though he doesn't linger on that thought for fear the trees might decide to combust while they're still trapped. he doesn't need to look up to know that the mistletoe is still there. the roots haven't loosened their hold. ronan is starting to lose feeling in his left foot. ]
That was pathetic, Parrish, [ he says as if he has any authority on the subject. (he doesn't.) the low tone of his voice belies his uncertainty, the extent to which he's been shaken. all the same, he raises his hands and cup the sides of adam's neck. ] Here.
[ then he leans in and presses their lips together like he means it. ]