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Ronan’s insides felt incredibly light. Normally an incredibly laid back and introverted stoner, Adam’s happiness was infectious. He couldn’t stop smiling, his heart still buzzing from the hug. He honestly wasn’t sure if any of this was real. Adam agreed to get high, with Ronan, and now he was sitting in a corner with a massive vine, eating chips and laughing. Ronan couldn’t contain his smile. He was sprawled across one of the couches, watching tiny bugs fly through the sunlight.
“Ronan can I paint?” Suddenly Adam was leaning over him, eyes half-closed and smile wide.
“Less than an hour ago you fucking informed me you were artistically challenged. Now you wanna paint?”
“Oh shush, I’m inspired. Do you have paints?” Adam’s excitement didn’t dim in the slightest.
Ronan pointed lazily to a drawer in one of the tables, then observed as Adam grabbed brushes, jars of paint, and a bottle of water, which he dumped into an empty container. Then he dragged a table over to one of the canvases, set his supplies on it, and got to work.
Ronan was mesmerised in seconds. Sunlight dragged across Adam’s shoulders and caught in the wet paint, pulling Ronan’s gaze with Adam’s movements. The boy used his whole body as he painted, moving fluidly from one place to the next with wide, sweeping strokes of the brush. He seemed to be painting without any real image in mind, using blues and blacks mostly. His hands, his perfect hands, were stained with flecks of paint, his fingers nearly carressing the brush. He turned slightly to get at one part of the canvas, and Ronan’s breath caught when he saw the boy’s profile. Adam’s lips were pursed slightly in concentration, but his forehead was free of any tension, and his eyes were filled with what could only be described as peace.
A part of Ronan ached that getting stoned was the only way he could see Adam like this.
Wings began to take shape on the canvas, great black and blue things with light red highlights. Green vines crawled up in place of a body, wispy and spiralling.
Adam was fixated.
Ronan got up and snagged himself a bottle of water, forcing his mind to stay away from Adam’s body. He felt hot, his skin sensitive, watching the way Adam’s body moved.
An hour later, Ronan watched Adam go outside and rinse his brushes, a dark silhouette against the setting sun. The high was wearing off, but the day was not over, so Ronan packed another bowl, and as Adam joined him on the couch, lost himself in the smoke.
Three tokes each later, the rafters of the barn were swirling with small clouds of smoke and Ronan was finishing off the second bowl.
Just before he breathed out, Adam tapped his shoulder.
“Give me the smoke?” He said it with a smile, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Ronan opened his mouth to protest, but Adam placed his lips less than an inch from Ronan’s and breathed in. Ronan blew his breath into Adam’s mouth, heart going crazy with the fact that Adam was half an inch from kissing him!. But then the warmth of his breath was gone and Adam was leaning away, blowing the smoke out with a smile.
“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna take a piss” Ronan stood, legs unsteady, and wandered outside, around the side of the barn. Pissing with a hardon wasn’t comfortable, but he managed.
The stars were beginning to sneak into the sky, sun long gone. The night was still warm though, summery and clear. He was glad that the whole front of the barn opened. He meandered back to the couch Adam occupied, heartrate mostly normal once again.
Adam was sprawled on the couch, facing out into the night. Ronan went to sit on another couch, but Adam grabbed his wrist and pulled him in next to him. Ronan stumbled, ending up with his legs tangled in Adam’s, head on the arm of the other side of the couch than Adam.
“Oops.” Adam giggled, the cutest sound Ronan had ever heard, and cuddled closer against Ronan.
Heat pooled through every place where their bodies touched. Ronan was rather close to losing control of himself and ravishing Adam.
“Ronan, thank you. I’m thoroughly enjoying myself, and this is really nice.” His eyes were pale blue in the evening light as Adam leaned over, speaking into Ronan’s ear. Ronan shivered at his warm breath.
“Anytime Parrish, I’ve had a lot of fun too.” He swallowed hard, heat building in his abdomen at the way Adam whispered his name.
Adam moved then, from where he was leaning on the back of the couch, moving until he was laying half spooning and half on top of Ronan. The couch was wide, so it worked. Ronan wasn’t sure if it was the weed, but he was finally forced to acknowledge that things had moved out of the realm of platonic cuddling.
Adam wasn’t sure where all the courage had come from, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that he couldn’t seem to remember all the reasons why he shouldn’t do this. His mind was clouded and all he could think about was the way Ronan’s warm skin felt on his.
He pressed his face into Ronan’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of moss and smoke. Ronan was slowly relaxing from Adam’s unexpected migration to on top of him, body softening and arms sliding up to circle his hips.
He could also feel Ronan’s hardon pressed against his thigh.
Adam raised himself on his elbows, looking down at Ronan’s pale face and lidded blue eyes. Unconsciously, he wet his lips, body decided but mind not quite at the same conclusion yet.
Ronan solved the problem by leaning up and catching Adam’s lips with his own. Adam sunk into the kiss, getting lost within seconds in the smooth feel of Ronan’s lips on his own. It was slow and leisurely, but searing, tongues slipping out to play together. Breaths came in small gasps, and lips were bitten. Adam wasn’t sure who moved first, but they began to grind, slow rolls of their hips against each other. Ronan moved his lips to Adam’s neck, biting and sucking along his pulse point and jawline. Adam moaned, low in his throat, whimpering as electricity slid down his spine and his dick twitched.
He recaptured Ronan’s lips, urgent this time, the pace of their grinding increasing. Ronan let out a breathy gasp, biting Adam’s lip, then pulled away.
“We should, nngh, we should stop. I’m gonna lose control if we don’t, and I’d rather be clear- headed, fuck Adam, if we go farther.” Ronan ground out the words as Adam attacked his neck, moaning and swearing when Adam bit.
With a small sigh, Adam pulled back, seeing the logic in Ronan’s words. He stopped the movement of his hips, and settled down against Ronan’s side, giving him a last peck on the lips before nuzzling into his shoulder.
“Can we just sleep like this? Right here? I’m really comfy, and if you aren’t gonna keep me awake with kissing, I’m gonna pass out.” Adam’s voice was muffled.
“Sure Adam. Don’t drool on me. And I’m kicking you to another couch if you snore.”
“Mkay. G’night Ro.” And just like that, Adam drifted off into darkness, mind spinning down into sleep on the last wisps of earthy smoke.
In the morning, before Adam woke up, Ronan had an identity crisis, a mental breakdown and took the time to critique a painting. The breakdown and crisis resolved themselves as soon as Adam woke up and kissed him soundly, whispering that just because he was high, didn’t change that he meant it all.
The painting, however, was another matter. The vines seemed to form a very large, green, leafy penis, while the wings were feathered balls hanging down below it.
Ronan loved it. He made Adam sign it, and informed him that he was keeping it forever.
When they stumbled into Monmouth looking haggard and holding hands, Gansey didn’t notice. Blue and Noah just smiled.