Adam doesn't bother texting back, speeding up the remainder of the way to the Barns. As he starts up the drive he does text Ronan quickly that he's there, not sure if he was serious about the car or not but if he wasn't out there Adam was going to be rushing to the house. He skids to a stop near the house, his hands shaking with the strain of not touching himself and having to struggle to focus on driving when he was far past worked up.
He takes a moment to just sit, his head falling back as he strokes himself with a quiet moan of relief.
Ronan was serious about the car, and as soon as he hears the Hondayota speeding down the drive towards the house, he's out of the house, waiting with his palms itching and his dick uncomfortably hard in his pants. The car engine ticks with overheat when Adam comes to a stop by the main building. Ronan rushes forward, wrenching the driver's side door open, fire in his lungs when he drops to his knees, mud sinking in his expensive jeans. He slaps Adam's hand away.
He can't breathe and he can barely see, definitely cannot think when he leans forward, the side of the seat pressing uncomfortable against his chest as he immediately fits his lips around the tip of Adam's dick.
Adam curses when in no time at all his hand is forced away and replaced with Ronan's mouth. His hand drops onto the top of Ronan's head, fingers curling but there's no hair to grip, which just leaves his fingers curling and uncurling against his scalp and the sensation of the buzzed hair. He shifts impatiently his hips pressing up, needing more.
It won't take much if Ronan doesn't intend to make sure he doesn't come quickly to push him over the edge. His hand slides over the back of Ronan's head to the back of his neck, urging him on.
"Please," the word he'd last texted out loud, voice harsh with need.
Ronan has no intention in making it last. He has thoughts - Adam coming over the steering wheel of his shitty car, over the seat, leaving a stain only he would know how to remove; Ronan climbing over his legs and rutting against his chest in the cramped space of the car, with rain in the air and the smell of sex and damp grass around them. He had ideas, and none of them involved stringing Adam along. He'd never been able to do that, anyway, too fucking obvious for it.
He leans further in and sucks Adam's dick down - he doesn't have that much experience but he's always determined, and practice makes perfect anyway. One of his hands wraps around the base, two fingers encircling it as Ronan hollows his cheeks and sucks, lips tights on the upstroke, replacing his mouth with his fingers when he stays at the tip for a moment, lapping up Adam's precome.
Adam doesn't need more Ronan to be experienced, there was nothing that had ever been so satisfying as Ronan no matter what they were doing. They were both equally inexperienced, both equally hungry and in love. Their first time had been clumsy and a wreck but it'd still been good and the sex had only gotten better the more they did it and their desire never quenched.
His touch got minutely gentler as the other's mouth works over him. He whimpers when he feels his tongue pressing to the tip, finding it hard not to move though he's trying not to push up, letting Ronan pleasure him without interference.
He's so close already, dull nails scratching mindlessly at the back of Ronan's neck his head pressed back into his headrest. "Ronan, I'm already," he exhaled shakily, and he's sure Ronan can feel it, feel Adam just shy of coming, the pleasure just there out of reach and he tries so hard to hold back, not wanting to be done so fast even if his body wants to hurdle forward.
Thing is, Ronan definitely doesn't want Adam to be holding back. He pulls back - the noise wet and loud in the interior of the car, the kind of noise that would make him blush if they weren't alone for miles, only surrounded by sleeping beasts and dream things - and wraps his hand more fully around Adam's dick, looking up at him.
And if he hadn't been breathless before, he would be now, looking at Adam, his open mouth, his flushed cheeks, the bead of sweat on his forehead, the way his throat works. It's a gut punch, absolutely wrecking Ronan to see Adam this debauched, ready to come, his cock leaking profusely over Ronan's fingers, panting and having difficulty breathing.
"Do it. Fucking do it, Adam, fuck," he encourages, squeezing Adam's dick, his hand moving faster and faster over it.
Adam definitely can't hold out when Ronan's looking at him, touching him and telling him to do it. Adam doesn't last but another second before he's coming over Ronan's hand and god knows what else. He's going to have to definitely detail the interior of the car but he's not thinking about it as the pleasure washes over him completely.
His hips had jerked up as he came, back arching and the orgasm is over far too soon as he slumps back down panting and looking heavy lidded at Ronan.
"Jesus, Lynch," he murmurs and he's fairly certain that might be the fastest he's ever gotten off before.
Ronan grins, sharp as a knife and just as dangerous, as he looks up at Adam. He lets go of his cock, gently, before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean off of Adam, making a show of it. He's aching with how hard he is, but he's also willing to live with it for the chance to drive Adam completely off his rails - that's all he ever wants, these days.
When he's done, he licks his lips and stands up, his knees protesting a little as he bends over to kiss Adam, slow and deep and filthy. He knows his jeans are tented with his erection and he reaches down with a hand to palm at it, making himself groan against Adam's lips.
Adam curses again when he watches Ronan licking his fingers off. He feels a twitch of desire in his cock again but it's too soon for it to be much more than that but he's more than aware that Ronan is still hard. He feels a little shaky as his eyes drop lower, looking toward the tent at the other's crotch.
Before he thinks of anything to say, though, he's locked in a kiss with Ronan. He can taste himself on his tongue, on his lips and he moans. His hand sliding against the other's shaved head. He sucks at Ronan's tongue then nips at his lips before breaking the kiss.
"I know I was going to get on my knees to suck you but do you wanna fuck me instead?"
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namely, kneeling by the door to suck you off
you won't have to move an inch
[ if this keeps going, though, Ronan's going to come before Adam's even got here. Especially with that fucking picture he can't stop looking at. ]
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Please.
[ And he's almost there which is good otherwise he might have to pull off and take care of himself and he'd rather let Ronan. ]
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He takes a moment to just sit, his head falling back as he strokes himself with a quiet moan of relief.
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He can't breathe and he can barely see, definitely cannot think when he leans forward, the side of the seat pressing uncomfortable against his chest as he immediately fits his lips around the tip of Adam's dick.
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It won't take much if Ronan doesn't intend to make sure he doesn't come quickly to push him over the edge. His hand slides over the back of Ronan's head to the back of his neck, urging him on.
"Please," the word he'd last texted out loud, voice harsh with need.
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He leans further in and sucks Adam's dick down - he doesn't have that much experience but he's always determined, and practice makes perfect anyway. One of his hands wraps around the base, two fingers encircling it as Ronan hollows his cheeks and sucks, lips tights on the upstroke, replacing his mouth with his fingers when he stays at the tip for a moment, lapping up Adam's precome.
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His touch got minutely gentler as the other's mouth works over him. He whimpers when he feels his tongue pressing to the tip, finding it hard not to move though he's trying not to push up, letting Ronan pleasure him without interference.
He's so close already, dull nails scratching mindlessly at the back of Ronan's neck his head pressed back into his headrest. "Ronan, I'm already," he exhaled shakily, and he's sure Ronan can feel it, feel Adam just shy of coming, the pleasure just there out of reach and he tries so hard to hold back, not wanting to be done so fast even if his body wants to hurdle forward.
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And if he hadn't been breathless before, he would be now, looking at Adam, his open mouth, his flushed cheeks, the bead of sweat on his forehead, the way his throat works. It's a gut punch, absolutely wrecking Ronan to see Adam this debauched, ready to come, his cock leaking profusely over Ronan's fingers, panting and having difficulty breathing.
"Do it. Fucking do it, Adam, fuck," he encourages, squeezing Adam's dick, his hand moving faster and faster over it.
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His hips had jerked up as he came, back arching and the orgasm is over far too soon as he slumps back down panting and looking heavy lidded at Ronan.
"Jesus, Lynch," he murmurs and he's fairly certain that might be the fastest he's ever gotten off before.
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When he's done, he licks his lips and stands up, his knees protesting a little as he bends over to kiss Adam, slow and deep and filthy. He knows his jeans are tented with his erection and he reaches down with a hand to palm at it, making himself groan against Adam's lips.
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Before he thinks of anything to say, though, he's locked in a kiss with Ronan. He can taste himself on his tongue, on his lips and he moans. His hand sliding against the other's shaved head. He sucks at Ronan's tongue then nips at his lips before breaking the kiss.
"I know I was going to get on my knees to suck you but do you wanna fuck me instead?"