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[disentombs]

"You've reached Gansey. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you."

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[nightmarist]

[Fair point.]

i guess i should have just asked if you were free

can you come to my room?

[disentombs]

[Gansey has to wonder what's up if Ronan a) is using his TAB to communicate and b) is inviting Gansey into his space.

He snorts at that reply before getting up from his seat. He makes his way to Ronan's room and about 10 minutes later, gently knocks before entering and shutting the door behind him.]

Hey.

[nightmarist]

[When he hears the knock, Ronan sits up and pulls his knees to his chest, hugging them loosely.]

Hey.

[There's an awkward pause as Ronan realizes he doesn't know how to do this. He hasn't had to do this. Other people are always seducing him first.]

Make yourself at home, I guess.

[disentombs]

[Oh, there doesn't seem to be a specific reason Ronan invited him here. He raises his eyebrows but walks further into the room. Gansey had never been told to make himself at home before.

He tentatively sits on the edge of the bed near Ronan's lanky, hunched up form.]

Can't sleep?

[There's a wry smile at that, an inside joke between insomniacs. Or at least, insomniac before Ronan spent a lot of his days dreaming.]

[nightmarist]

[Days spent dreaming, nights spent with someone who's gone forever now. Ronan gives Gansey a crooked smile that can't seem to shake its ruefulness.

But he did not ask Gansey here to elicit pity.]

Let's say I ask you to sleep with me tonight. Would that totally freak you out?

[disentombs]

[That gets an immediate feeling that his ears are burning but he's...pretty sure that's not what Ronan means.]

Assuming you mean actually sleeping, not at all.

[nightmarist]

[No, he did not mean actually sleeping.]

You're saying the other thing would freak you out, then.

[disentombs]

No, I'm saying it'd surprise me considering your upbringing.

[Mr. Good Catholic Boy and all that, no sex before marriage etc]

[nightmarist]

[Now Ronan is surprised.]

You think I'm still a virgin?

[disentombs]

[He brings a knee up so that one leg is on the bed as he turns to face Ronan squarely.]

Well, thought now, I suppose.

[As Ronan has just dispelled that thought.]

[nightmarist]

Incredible.

[He's curious...]

Are you?

[disentombs]

[Oh this conversation has taken a slightly awkward turn. All the same, and using a lot of his pride to continue looking straight at Ronan:]

I am.

[nightmarist]

[It's not as if Ronan is judging him for it.]

Your virtue is safe. We can just sleep.

[disentombs]

[Gansey wasn't just going to let things stand like that. Instead, he leans in, capturing Ronan's lips with his own.

He's not sure he's ready to sleep with Ronan yet, but that doesn't mean he hasn't thought about kissing the daylights out of him recently.]

[nightmarist]

[Unexpected, but Ronan doesn't protest. He leans into the kiss, his body unfolding to welcome Gansey closer, and his heart skips with a small thrill at the prospect that Gansey wants him. Wants him enough, at least, to come here in the middle of the night and join him in bed and kiss him unabashedly even though they've never even discussed intimacy before.

Gently cupping Gansey's face in his palms, the kiss remains chaste for now. Ronan's mouth works softly against Gansey's lips, savoring them as he silently marvels at the privilege of being able to kiss Gansey at all. He'd spent so much time believing Gansey could never possibly be his.]

[disentombs]

[Gansey of all people knows that Ronan isn't as prickly of a person as he wants everyone to think. And though he knows that logically, it's still somewhat bizarre to be on the end of Ronan being sweet, gentle. Gansey always knew that Ronan had cared for him in his own way but this was new...and definitely endearing.

He will keep those thoughts to himself for now.

Ronan's soft touch to his face feels warm and loving, pulling a small smile out of him as he shifts closer, hand on Ronan's side as he shifts closer.]

[nightmarist]

[Gansey isn't the first to be surprised by Ronan's gentleness. His tender nature in matters of romance had been a near-constant source of frustration, even, when he was intimate with Adam. Ronan would beat his enemies to near-death with his bare hands, but it's almost as if he's afraid to so much as touch his lovers. His thumbs barely graze Gansey's cheeks in a light caress, his tongue gliding along Gansey's lower lip for a mere taste. The air feels alive with the spark of this new love. Ronan handles it carefully.

Making way for Gansey to press closer to him, Ronan curls one long leg around him, his thigh nudging against Gansey's side. He's wearing only the sweatpants he wears to bed every night, and when he's close enough to feel the warmth of Gansey's body radiating against his bare skin, he becomes intensely aware of their nearness to one another. There's something magnetic about it.]