maskormenacelogs | [closed] and they were roommates

WHO: Noah Czerny + Ronan Lynch
WHERE: Elysium Resort and Spa
WHEN: during the swear-in
WHAT: a romantic evening probably
WARNINGS: gonna get nsfw in here

After a... reasonably relaxing day at the spa, trying out various weird baths, mostly, Noah heads upstairs to check out the room. Though his limbs feel heavy from all the soaking, he's not really sleepy yet. He just needs a break from being around so many people and, as luck would have it, he's the first one there which means he can poke through the amenities in peace. The small overnight duffel he brought gets dropped by the door as he goes to look out the window then wanders into the bathroom to see how fancy it is. (It's fancy-ish as hotel bathrooms go. Nothing special compared to the spa below.) Noah sniffs some weird herbal bath oil and changes into a new fluffy robe, just because it's there and he can, before he wanders back out.

The bed though -- the bed is enormous. When he sprawls across it, right in the middle, none of his limbs even touch the sides. "Nice," he mumbles to himself. He rolls off it after a minute or two, rumpling the perfectly-made up sheets, and goes to check the minibar. It contains: a lot of vitamin water and bottles of pressed juice and "snacks" like organic beetroot chips. ...Less nice. He's still pawing through the selection when he hears the quiet beep of a keycard in the lock. Not turning around - partly because he thinks he knows who's about to walk through the door, and partly because he's dubiously reading the back of a package of "protein cookies" - he says, "If you didn't get enough salad at dinner, I have good news."

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Grateful that's the end of that, Ronan dives eagerly into the kiss. He doesn't seem to have gotten the memo about being extra careful, because his hands slide down Noah's thighs and haul him up, settling them at his hips. If the effort of lifting Noah hurts at all, he doesn't show it.

Carrying him along, Ronan climbs up onto the bed, and then both of them descend onto the mattress - Noah on his back, Ronan looming over him, settled between his thighs. He takes a moment to admire Noah like that, and his heart responds in a way that still makes very little sense. Not nervousness, but a pang of longing. Like he's looking back on this moment, years from now, rather than living it.

He says, "I think I've been in love with you for a long time."

With his mouth otherwise occupied, Noah can't chide Ronan to take it easy. He can only make a faint startled noise as Ronan scoops him up and deposits him on the bed. Then he's staring up at him, breathless and wanting, and oh god, they're right back in fantasy territory. Except every part of this is real.

Noah has had some idea how Ronan feels about him - accompanying confusion and all - for about as long as Ronan himself has been aware of it. But it's different when it's out loud, a deliberate confession. Hearing the words is so thrilling it almost makes him dizzy.

"I know I'm in love with you," he replies all in a rush. It feels good to say it. Shifting a little under Ronan, he draws his legs in closer around him.

A confession as terrible as it is wonderful. Noah is dead. So irrevocably dead that his existence has been wiped from Ronan's history, eliminating every experience they ever shared, taking away everything they were and everything they could have been. Noah is gone.

They have no past and no future, and every moment they share is stolen in defiance of fate and sacrifice, and probably this will have terrible consequences someday. But by some accident they exist in the same place, at the same time, and Ronan won't waste it.

He kisses Noah until the ache in his heart stops feeling like something that's going to drive him to tears, which would be such a mood-killer. Especially since this is a happy night, actually. They're in love.

"So do you wanna make love?"

Ronan has no idea if Noah's a virgin, or what virginity even means to him, but this will be the most intimate they've been with each other, at least. And that means something, to Ronan.

They're in love, they're in love, they're in love—and tonight, at least, it's not a tragedy. Noah laughs softly once the kiss breaks. "That's so corny," he says, unable to resist a bit of affectionate ribbing over the phrasing. Then he sobers a little. "But yeah, I... do. I want to."

It's been on his mind ever since they first hooked up on Ronan's birthday. He caught a peek at some fantasies then which he's been revisiting, often, particularly in the shower. Possibly there have been some risque internet searches (and hasty closing of tabs). So yes, he wants this. Now feels right.

Compared to what they've done before (and anything he's ever done, period) it's a big step but, still giddy from their exchange of the L word, Noah wants to mark the occasion. Why not do so by getting as close as physically possible?

Besides all of that, his body is giving an emphatic yes because Ronan is naked and on top of him and honestly that's all it takes. He's a teenager.

Noah should consider himself lucky that Ronan hasn't broken out the Latin poetry. He flashes Noah an impish smile that makes for a pretty good cover to conceal the nervousness that finally rises up in him. It's been a while since he's done this, since it's been up to him to take the lead. His body may be nice to look at, but it's made for hurting people, which becomes a problem when he's with someone he wants very much not to hurt.

"Don't worry," he says, more to himself than to Noah. "We'll take it slow."

His mouth begins a journey, starting with another kiss to Noah's lips, then drifting. He kisses a path down Noah's throat, over his clavicle, across his heart. His hands slide along Noah's thighs and gently push his legs open wider. It's going to take more than enthusiasm to prepare Noah for him.

Noah takes a deep breath and lets it out, slow and shivery, as Ronan kisses his way lower. There is an anxious edge to his excitement -- the general uncertainty that comes with inexperience and trying out something new mingling with more particular concerns about, well, the size issue. The difference between, say, his index finger (being about all he's managed on his own) and Ronan's particularly generous anatomy is vast. Even from that limited experimentation, he knows getting started is going to be...a process.

But he believes the end result will be good, so he tries to be patient and relax. Right, they'll take it slow. "I trust you," he assures Ronan as he obligingly lets his legs fall open. Whatever position Ronan needs him in, he'll do his best to accommodate.

Even if Noah hasn't had much opportunity to work his way up to it on his own, Ronan intends to devote as much attention to the task as necessary. His lips continue the journey down Noah's body, skirting across his belly and ducking to run a quick swipe of his tongue up the length of his shaft.

It's not Noah's cock that needs his attention right now, though. He tucks his arms under Noah's thighs and hikes him up a little, bringing him to the ideal height for his mouth's work. He catches Noah's sac for a light, playful suck, then nuzzles it out of the way so he can reach his real destination.

There, Ronan's tongue traces a teasing ring along Noah's rim.

The muscles in his thighs jump reflexively in surprise. He definitely wasn't expecting Ronan to use his mouth for this. It feels good though and he had, like, five baths today so he's not as self-conscious about it as he might otherwise be. He exhales a soft oh and turns his head to press his face into his shoulder, melting into the sensation.

His fingers scrabble ineffectually at the bedspread and then he reaches out blindly for Ronan instead. Now that Ronan has hair long enough to grab, Noah likes to take advantage of that where he can. He pats the top of Ronan's head lightly and then sinks his fingers into his hair.

A smile flashes across Ronan's lips as Noah jerks in shock. Yeah, he figured this might be a new experience. And that's a lot of the fun. With Noah's fingers knotting in his hair, he lets himself be pulled closer and dives back to work.

This time, his tongue drags several languid laps against Noah, sloppy and savoring. Like he's feasting. With the last one, the muscles of his tongue go taut and it slips its way into that tight hole. Probing and exploring, jabbing deeper.

His hands take a firmer grip on Noah's thighs, holding him still and spread, preventing any further struggle.

It's new and a little weird and absolutely filthy hot. Noah loves it. The unabashedly wet sound of Ronan lapping at him, combined with the slick heat of his tongue, is almost unbearably arousing in its lewdness.

Spread open and held fast, he can't squirm around at all—though he badly wants to when he feels that tongue pressing inside. Not that he doesn't like it, he's just so sensitive. It makes his toes curl. "God, Ronan," he pants, kneading appreciatively at Ronan's scalp with his knuckles, twisting his fingers in his hair and gently tugging.

If this is going to take a while, that's fine. It's amazing.

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