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Monmouth Manufacturing suddenly held a lot more importance to Adam than it used to, now instead of being a place where his friends lived, it was now a place that compounded both the objects of his love into one very convenient and private place.
Recently he and Ronan had... convinced wasn't the right word, more like invited, Gansey to join their relationship. He wasn't sure how Ronan actually had brought it up at the time, and when he had gotten there and heard them together, how he asked was not on the forefront of his mind. They had spent the day tangled up together with Gansey between them; they took time to make him feel comfortable with being doted on, took their time with gentle touches and soft kisses, they made sure to shower him in love but never let him drown in it, made sure to give him time to return the love, they all fell asleep tangled up in each other and woke up warmed by the sunlight streaming through the windows.
When he had actually gotten the mind to ask how exactly Ronan brought up the topic he was doubled over laughing when Gansey detailed how Ronan’s bright idea was to just kiss him and send him into a full panic, Ronan was grumbling about it but one giggling kiss from Gansey shut him up about it. The whole story left Adam warm with both joy and affection for his boys, but also a bit curious to try out the cigarettes though.
He was laying across the couch in the room when Ronan came over and pressed a kiss to his forehead softly. “I’m gonna go out for a bit, Matthew wanted to do something.” He said with a bit of annoyance that Adam knew was an act, he loved Matthew arguably more than he loved him.
“Okay, be safe.” He smiled and watched as he went up behind Gansey sat at his desk and draped himself over him dramatically, Gansey scolded him lightly and Ronan reacted by being difficult and giving him a big dramatic kiss to shut him up before leaving.
“Oh yea,” he said as he passed the couch, “here, your turn.” he smiled and threw something onto Adams chest. Upon closer inspection it was just a small white box, no bigger than his hand, he opened it and smiled up after Ronan’s retreating figure. He pocketed the box and slid off the couch, making his way behind Gansey and draped himself over him more delicately and started pressing kisses along his neck, nibbling gently at his ear and reveling in the shiver that ran through Gansey’s body.
“Adam, please.” He scolded, and usually he would back off but Gansey immediately turned and slotted their lips together, and Adam knew it was okay.
“Let's take a break.” he smiled and gently tugged him up, taking the box out of his pocket and offering it in a silent question.
Gansey regarded the box for a moment before he nodded and kissed his cheek softly. “I’ll go get the lighter and something for the ash.”
Adam nodded and laid himself across the couch again, sitting up against the arm. When Gansey came back he paused for a minute before gingerly settling himself between Adam’s spread legs and leaning back onto his chest.
“Comfy?” He teased and wrapped a steadying arm around him, and couldn't stop himself from pressing his fingers into Gansey’s firm stomach. Gansey didn't answer and Adam could see the pink flush on his cheeks. Adam took some pity on him and held out the box to him. Looking at the cigarettes now, they reminded him a lot of Gansey’s collection of pastel polo shirts and the baby blue one he was wearing now had an identical shade in the pack. Gansey took a mint green one— a shirt he thankfully didn't own— and Adam took the baby blue one. He set the box down and let Gansey light their cigarettes, shifting a bit so he wasn't blowing smoke in his face.
“So how does this work?” he asked, taking a small drag, pleasantly surprised that it didn't hurt as much as it did the first few times he tried to smoke anything. He blew out some smoke and watched as it shimmered blue in the late afternoon light.
“I’m not entirely sure, but I think all you have to do is visualize a memory.”
He nodded and bit his lip trying to think back on a memory, all he could really think of was the night they spent with Gansey. He opened his eyes back up and held Gansey a little tighter before he took a long drag, held for a second as he remembered and then gently blew out. Right before his eyes he saw the scene play out as he remembered it. They were in Ganseys bed later in the day, the sun had set and bathed them a warm glow, he saw his and Ronans hands roaming over Ganseys chest and ghosting over his hips. The scene looked like an art piece that he would want hung up in a gallery but it was so intimate and raw that he never wanted anyone else to see this again.
“That's beautiful.” Gansey muttered.
“ You're beautiful.”
Gansey flushed a little bit and smiled, pressing a little bit more into Adam. When the image cleared away Gansey hummed softly to himself and glanced back at Adam before tilting his head back and exhaling thick smoke a little bit above them. Adam watched as the clouds swirled and slowly formed the image of Gansey’s bed, just a few feet away from them. He saw Ronan lounging back in the bed, one arm folded behind his head the other raising a yellow cigarette to his lips. Adam watched eagerly as he turned over and stared at Gansey for a moment with such adoration in his eyes that it made Adam want to look away, but he kept his eyes on the scene unfolding before them, watching the way that Ronan took Gansey’s cigarette from him and muttered something to him before he gently cupped his cheek and kissed him.
“From the way you told it,” he said and reached down to tap the ash on the edge of the cup beside the couch, “it almost sounded a lot more dramatic than this.” he said softly and pressed a gentle kiss behind his ear, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt to gently draw small circles on the warm skin of his stomach. Gansey chuckled softly and shrugged.
“You always said I tended to lean to the dramatic.”
Adam laughed and nodded, pressing some more soft kisses to his neck and shoulder. “I guess you're right.”
There was silence for a moment and they just enjoyed the silence and each other's presence,content to watch the multicolored smoke swirl around, in greens and blues and pinks, it looked like softer northern lights.
“Hey, Adam.”
He hummed softly and threw the butt in the cup, reaching for another one.
“How do you see Ronan?” He said grabbing himself another fresh cigarette, lighting it and holding the lighter out for Adam.
Adam leaned back a little bit, he tipped his head back and sifted through his memories to see if he could find a memory that would be able to put a person as amazingly complex as Ronan into something that was tangible. He finally did decide on one though. Adam took as long and deep a drag as he could and closed his eyes as he exhaled, remembering the moment vividly.
They were walking through Cabeswater late one evening, they were probably there to do some stuff for it but Adam couldn't really remember. They weren't holding hands — still weren't ready for that just yet— but were walking close enough so their shoulders knocked every once in a while.
A white butterfly fluttered past, then another, and another, then they were surrounded by a beautiful breeze of delicate white butterflies. Adam looked to Ronan to find him looking up at the swarm with the biggest warmest smile Adam had ever seen. Then, as suddenly as they came, the butterflies disappeared and light breached the trees. It was so intense that for a split second it blinded Adam but when he opened up his eyes he saw Ronan illuminated by a ring of light, and if he looked hard enough, the gaps in the trees gave him wings made of pure sunlight. The contrast was striking; Ronan clad in his all black attire — looking every bit the raven his was — perfectly light by the sun in an almost angelic way. Adam remembered how he felt back then, in pure awe. Adam remembered the exact thoughts that ran through his head as well; he was either seeing Icarus and his wings of fragile wax, or Helios, the sun incarnate.
When the smoke cleared he felt Gansey deflate against his chest and loll his head back. He was gasping air like he hadn't been breathing. Adam couldn't blame him. On a bad day he was stunning, on a good day it felt forbidden to look at him directly.
“Was that good?” He said softly, nuzzling into Ganseys soft hair.
“That was beautiful.” He said softly.
Adam agreed, he was beautiful. “I’m one lucky guy then, I get to have two of the most beautiful boys I know all to myself.”
“I swear, it's almost like you never look in a mirror.” He said with an incredulous tone, snubbing out his spent cigarette.
Adam followed, curious to see what would happen if he pushed.
“What do you mean, Gans?”
Gansey huffed and shifted, turning himself around and settling on Adam lap. He had a half pout and his arms were crossed. He looked adorable.
“I mean, ” he said poking Adam’s chest, “You are fucking stunning Adam Parrish, you have beautiful eyes, an amazing face, and are overall a delight to look at, so don't you dare say you aren't attractive.”
Adam stared at him for a second. He had never known Gansey to be a particularly daring person, he only ever really did something bold when he was doing something for a persona he felt was deserving. Adam was touched. He could see the reality of the statement settling in, and Adam could see the regret clawing in.
“Thanks, Gans.” He smiled and leaned in kissing him slowly and sweetly, melting into his touch. Adam hummed into the kiss and tugged Gansey closer to him, hands gripping his hips tightly.
“Let's go to bed huh?”
Gansey bit his lip and nodded. He slid off Adam’s lap, taking his hand and tugging him aog impatiently. Adam gently pushed him down in bed and slotted himself between his open legs. He looked down at Gansey and marveled. His hair was ruffled, the longer parts of it splayed out behind him on the pillow, his hands were up by his head, and he had the prettiest flush dusting his cheeks.
“God you're so pretty.”
Gansey flushed deeper and looped his arms around Adams neck, tugging him down for another kiss.
Adam could not be any happier than in that moment laying a bed still warm from the sunlight shining on it and tangled up in the arms of one of the two most beautiful people he had ever seen.