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Adam heard Ronan's combat boots coming from down the hall, and he had the door to his dorm room open just as Ronan was turning the corner, putting them face to face for the first time in a month. Ronan’s mouth quirked upwards and Adam saw a light blush form on his cheeks, and it was Adam who reached out first, pulling Ronan forward into the room and shutting the door behind them as softly as possible. He had neighbors, after all.
Adam had almost forgotten the two inches Ronan had on him; he had to look up slightly to meet Ronan’s eyes, which he did not forget the deep blue color of; Ronan had gifted Adam a new pillowcase the exact shade of his own eyes the night before Adam left for college. Adam had sputtered his way through a thank you and Ronan blushed until they’d both had enough and pulled each other into a tight hug, lingering for much longer than their usual embraces.
“Hi,” Ronan said now, placing his hands on Adam’s waist and leaning in. The kiss was deep but brief, with Adam pulling back suddenly and burying his head in Ronan's neck.
“Don't hate me,” he pleaded, only half-joking.
Ronan ran his fingers through Adam's hair. It was already longer than it was when he had last seen him in August. “Why would I hate you?”
Adam groaned. “I have a seminar tonight.” He met Ronan's unblinking eyes. “I would skip it, but it's for Physics, and it’s extra credit and I didn't do as well as I'd've liked on the last quiz, and-”
“Adam, chill, it's fine.” He took Adam's hands and placed them on his lips, fingers just barely brushing them.
Adam exhaled shakily. “It's only forty-five minutes.” Ronan put one of his fingers in his mouth. Adam’s eyes flickered shut for a moment. Just one. “I'll be gone an hour and fifteen, tops.”
“Mm-hm.” He popped Adam's fingers out of his mouth with an obscene wet sound. “When is it?”
“Quarter to five.” Ronan checked his watch. It was only 3:30. He grabbed at Adam's waist again and dragged him to the bed.
Adam re-dressed while Ronan chose to remain entirely unclothed, lounging on the bed like Adam's roommate couldn't walk in at any moment. Which reminded him. “Where's your roommate?”
Adam buttoned the last button on his shirt and reached under the bed for his bag. “Told him to fuck off for the weekend.”
“Really?”
“Nah.” Adam's answering grin left Ronan feeling weak in the knees, even though he was lying down. He was on sensory overload after not being able to touch or taste or see Adam in person in so long. “He offered to spend the weekend with his girlfriend. Promised to text an hour in advance if he needed to come back for anything.”
Scoffing, Ronan replied, “Maybe I don't hate that kid as much as I thought I did. He ever hit on you?”
“Ronan.”
“I'll break all of his teeth.”
“Ronan.”
“Piss in his shoes.”
“I'm leaving.” Ronan reached an arm out expectantly and Adam allowed himself to be pulled down for one last kiss. “Okay, I really do have to go now. You can entertain yourself for an hour?”
“Yes, Gansey.” Adam wrinkled his nose in mock disgust.
“Not when I just had your dick in my mouth, please.”
Ronan’s voice carried out the door as Adam walked out. “I hope you brushed your teeth!” The door clicked behind Adam, but not before Ronan heard a soft chuckle.
As it turned out, Ronan could not successfully entertain himself in Adam's room without Adam in it. He tried at taking a nap to quickly pass the time, but after a half an hour of tossing and turning, he gave it up and tugged on a pair of sweats, just in case the roommate (Ronan conveniently chose to forget his name two seconds after learning it) forgot his promise to text Adam first before a possible arrival. He decided to have a look around the room for the first time.
The first thing he noticed was a small collection of potted plants on the window sill beside the bed. Two were from Ronan himself, and he supposed Adam must have bought the other two on his own. Or maybe they were a gift from someone else; Blue, possibly. Adam had told him that Blue and other various residents of 300 Fox Way had been sending him letters and care packages for the past month. Ronan himself had then sent a package to Blue featuring mock voodoo dolls of herself, Gansey, and Cheng, along with a letter that read “Encroaching on my territory, huh?” Blue wrote back that she did not find him threatening in the least, and they’d kept up correspondence since, with Ronan sending her various dream objects and occasionally trinkets he’d made himself, and Blue sending back souvenirs from her trip with Gansey and Cheng across the continental U.S.
The plants he’d gifted Adam were real but didn't technically need to be watered, although from the dampness of the soil, Ronan guessed that Adam either didn't know this or didn't care.
Adam's bed was covered in simple dark blue sheets and matching comforter, with a mismatched and slightly-too-short-for-his-body quilt made by Blue and a couple of her aunts. He knew for a fact that Henry had tried to get in on it, claiming a natural born gift for the art of quilting, which was where the frayed and lopsided ends came from. Adam's desk was mostly cleared off, with just an empty coffee mug to the right and a few folders of notes stacked on top of each other to the left.
The amount of things Adam possessed compared to his roommate was glaringly obvious: Adam's side of the room was nearly bare, with nothing on the walls or stuffed under the bed; the roommate (Dave? Sage? Kevin?) had Star Wars posters and a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit calendar lining his wall, and Ronan counted 3 bins that looked filled to the brim with miscellaneous items and clothing underneath the bed. When Adam had first moved in he’d made a joke about minimalism, so Ronan called him a pretentious, soft fucker as he lounged on the bed and watched Adam unpack, looking unfairly attractive, wiggling his eyebrows and promising himself as a reward for when Adam finished.
Ronan didn't know for sure how Adam felt about the situation, but he knew for a fact that his lack of material possessions did not hinder his ability to make friends, the way it often was back at Aglionby. Adam sent him pictures nearly every day, usually just of himself or his surroundings as he walked from class to class, but occasionally he’d send one of himself with other people doing various poses in the background. He knew Adam occasionally went to some school club meetings, and that he’d met a handful of his new friends from them. Ronan only briefly wished that he didn't have to meet everyone all in one weekend.
He was taken out of his thoughts by the click of the door opening, and he turned to find Adam fumbling with shutting the door while also holding two coffees and what looked like a takeout bag.
“We're eating in?” Ronan strode to Adam's side to grab the coffees.
“Yeah. Everyone was already heading to the caf and I figured you’d want to stay in anyway.”
Ronan frowned. “We can go if you want.”
Adam waved him off. “It's fine, tomorrow’ll be better anyway. Some people want to meet you then,” he added as an afterthought. “Oh, that one’s soy,” he said, pointing to the coffee in Ronan’s left hand. He smirked and moved to sit on the bed. “I remember your stomach.”
“Fuck off,” Ronan muttered, joining Adam on the bed, purposefully jostling him a bit.
They ate mostly in a comfortable silence, facing each other with their legs tangled together. Afterwards, Adam suggested skyping with Gansey, Blue, and Henry but Ronan quickly vetoed that in favor of more clothesless activities. They kissed for a while before he allowed Adam to push him onto his back and slowly slide his sweats down his thighs, pausing to get his briefs off as well. Adam leaned over and closed his mouth around Ronan’s still hardening dick, wrapping a hand around the base and reaching up with his other to push his fingers into Ronan’s mouth. Ronan groaned loudly around the mouthful and started to suck while Adam wrestled Ronan’s thighs open to get a better angle.
After a few moments, he popped off Ronan’s dick to fumble around in the bedside drawers for the necessary supplies. They didn’t quite get to this point earlier, so Adam would be fucking Ronan for the first time in a month. When Ronan saw that Adam had the lube in hand, he moved to turn onto his stomach, but Adam stopped him with a hand on his hip.
“Wait.” Adam quickly shoved his own pants and underwear down before straddling Ronan and uncapping the lube. Ronan sucked in a breath and shut his eyes, waiting for Adam’s fingers to push inside him. They didn’t though, so he opened his eyes again to find Adam applying the lube to himself, pushed up on his knees, his flushed red dick straining out towards Ronan’s own. Ronan stared helplessly, all the blood in his body quickly rushing to one particular part of his anatomy. They’d only done it like this, Ronan fucking Adam instead of the other way around, a few times before Adam left for school. But this was the first time Adam would be on top like this. Ronan was coming apart at the thought. He reached down to wrap his own hand around his dick, needing to alleviate some of the intense pressure, but as soon as he made contact Adam batted the hand away. Ronan was halfway to whimpering.
Adam finished with the lube and reached behind Ronan to grab the condom, ripping it open and sliding it down Ronan. He didn’t let Ronan do anything himself, wouldn’t even let Ronan touch him, not yet. He lined himself up and Ronan barely had time to breathe in before he was sinking down Ronan’s length, pausing halfway to adjust to the feeling. Ronan let out a string of curses when he was fully seated, reaching out to grab at Adam’s waist. Adam let him this time, and they moved together with Adam planting his hands on Ronan’s chest and pushing himself up and down. Ronan came first, buried deep inside Adam, hips stuttering against Adam’s ass and hands digging into the meat of his thighs. Adam rose up to jerk himself off onto Ronan’s stomach as he rode out the last waves his orgasm, and he came all over Ronan’s chest a moment later.
As much as Ronan loved getting thoroughly fucked by Adam, he found that he loved Adam’s come painted across his stomach just as well.
Adam woke the next morning to Ronan fumbling around his desk and drawers, making enough noise to wake his side of the floor.
“What’re you doin’?” Ronan jumped at Adam’s voice and flushed at his accent that he could never seem to hide this early in the morning, no matter how hard he tried.
“Looking for your key card. I’m going to get coffee.”
Adam sat up and grabbed a clean pair of underwear from the top drawer that Ronan was currently tearing apart. “Have some respect,” he muttered.
Ronan turned to look at him. “What are you doing?”
“Going with you.” He pulled on the rest of his clothes and located his key card (tucked into his Environmental Science textbook) all before Ronan could straighten up. “We might as well grab breakfast too.”
The cafeteria was a mess of just woken up students grabbing cups of coffee and piling their plates with stacks of pancakes and eggs and bacon. Adam’s meal plan allowed 3 meals a day of all he could eat in one sitting in the caf. It was nearly twice the amount he had been eating when he’d been living on his own, and he was finally starting to fill out the way Ronan and Gansey had years ago. Ronan noticed, and appreciated it, and whispered filthy sentiments about how hot he was at the most inappropriate times. Adam had come to realize that Ronan was fine with displaying that side of their relationship and being as inappropriate about it as possible, while he still had trouble just holding Adam’s hand in public or pressing a kiss to Adam’s cheek. That kind of thing was more of Adam’s department.
He still allowed Adam to grab his hand and pour coffee and juice for the both of them with the other, though. Ronan burrowed a bit into Adam’s side and scanned his surroundings, not liking the fact that he didn’t know anyone here besides Adam. A few people smiled at him as they walked by and he furrowed his brows in confusion, which probably made it look like he was glaring at them.
Adam guided him to a table towards the very back of the room, and he took a long sip of his coffee. “Oh yeah,” he said into his cup, “Some people are coming over to sit with us.” Before Ronan could reply, two girls, one nearly as tall as Ronan and the other probably as short as Gansey, both with dark skin and unnaturally colored hair, approached the table and sat across from them.
“This is Sadie and Anya,” Adam explained to Ronan. “Guys, this is Ronan.”
It was silent for all of two seconds before one of the girls- Anya, Ronan thinks- turned her attention to Ronan, swiveling in her chair to meet his eyes. “Are you really a farmer?” Ronan is still silent. She continues. “Because Adam’s told us a lot about you but we’re all kind of confused about whether or not you’re actually a farmer.”
“I told you he was a farmer,” Adam insisted.
“You told them I was a farmer?”
“Well what else was I supposed to tell them? You have chickens and cows. You own a farm. You’re a farmer.” Ronan hadn’t heard Adam talk this much or this earnestly in front of anyone but himself, Blue, Gansey, and lately, Cheng. He was clearly comfortable around these people. His easy, teasing smile proved it. Ronan felt a sudden rush of happiness and pride for Adam. Adam was happy here, he was making friends and joking with them and he was looking at Ronan expectantly. Ronan figured the least he could do was play along.
He sighed good-naturedly. “Yeah, I’m a farmer. What else do you wanna know?”
The rest of the weekend passed them by quickly, much quicker than either of them would have prefered. Adam spent a few hours on Saturday studying while Ronan hung out around campus with Sadie and Anya, who he quickly learned were also both gay and very clearly dating, if the way they held hands on top of the table at breakfast and briefly kissed when they thought Ronan and Adam weren’t looking was anything to go by.
They had sex twice more, both times with Adam’s fingers stuffed into Ronan’s mouth to keep him from yelling, but his neighbors on the other side of the wall definitely still heard, and banged on the wall to get them to shut up. Adam spent most of the rest of the night trying to think of ways to avoid seeing them for the rest of the year.
Sunday evening, Ronan packed up the few things he’d brought with him and lingered by Adam, brushing his fingers against Adam’s sides, knocking their hips together, briefly grabbing Adam’s hand and squeezing tight until Adam squeezed back.
Adam walked Ronan out to his car and they leaned up against it, as close as they could be with clothes on. “I’m gonna be back for fall break,” Adam said. “Only three weeks away.”
Ronan hummed agreeably. “I’ll still miss you.” He kissed Adam’s fingers for probably the twelfth time that weekend.
“Yeah. Me too.” He swallowed around an unexpected lump in his throat. “Tell Opal I miss her. Do you still kiss her goodnight for me?”
Ronan scoffed. “Obviously. Who do you take me for, Parrish?” He paused for a moment. “She misses you too, tells me all the time. Kinda sick of hearing about it to be honest.” He squeezed Adam’s hand to let him know he was joking.
The lump was suddenly bigger. “Tell her I love her.”
Ronan nodded. “I will.”
“I love you too.”
Ronan kissed his hand. Thirteen. “I know. I love you too.”
“I’ll see you soon.” He kissed Ronan one last time, bringing his hands up to wrap around Ronan’s neck, before Ronan climbed into the car and drove away.
1:07 A.M: To Adam, From Ronan: thinkin abt getting “ADAM” tattooed on my ass, what do u think
1:08 A.M: To Ronan, From Adam: please go to sleep.