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Ronan fidgeted with the hem of his skirt as he stared at himself in the mirror. It was a black denim skirt and it looked nice with his black leather jacket and platform boots. Honestly, it was a better outfit than the maggot could have composed even on one of her good days. So why was Ronan so nervous? He had nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, he wasn’t the one who proudly left home in lampshade dresses.
The sound of the front door opening jolted Ronan from his thoughts. Adam was home. Ronan checked his watch and was annoyed to find that it was six o' clock already. He could’ve sworn he had another hour or two before Adam came home. In a desperate attempt to look busy, he grabbed a book from the bookshelf and threw himself on the bed. And then, for good measure, he plastered a deeply annoyed scowl on his face too.
Ronan didn't get to see Adam's initial shock, because when Adam came into the room, his eyes were intently glued on his book, or more likely, Adam’s book.
Once Adam had probably composed himself, he said, “I’m sorry, am I distracting you?”
Ronan could hear the amused smirk in his voice so he turned his gaze away from his book to see it on Adam’s face. “From this?” He flipped the book close and held it up. “It was boring as fuck, actually. You have shit taste.”
At Ronan’s bullshit insult, Adam’s smirk grew until he was grinning properly, but then it dimmed quickly into something more serious and thoughtful.
He sat on the bed in front of Ronan and turned to face him. Carefully, he spread his hand out on Ronan’s leg over his skirt and his lips curled slightly until he was wearing that private smile that he reserved just for Ronan. “You’re wearing a skirt today.”
There was a strange feeling in Ronan’s stomach and he found it difficult to form words, but he nodded once. Adam took off his shoes without moving his hands, and lay down next to Ronan on the bed. He turned his head so he was facing Ronan and then he spent a few moments just looking at him, taking him in. Ronan’s nerves persisted, which was stupid, because Adam clearly liked what he saw if the smile on his face was anything to go by.
“Are you gonna do something or are you just gonna stare all night like a creep?”
Adam chuckled and pressed his lips to the inside of Ronan’s wrist, before pulling him in for a kiss.
It was a wondrous kiss. It was Ronan’s hands reaching up to cup Adam’s face. It was Adam pulling him closer until they were chest-to-chest. It was all of Ronan’s nerve endings on fire. It was the warmth that spread through his body, like a tangible thing, like liquid. Reassurance.
When they broke apart, neither of them wanted to move away for a while so they breathed hot air into each other’s mouths until they got their breath back.
Then, Ronan lay on his back again and turned his gaze back to the ceiling. “Verdict?”
“You look great, Ronan. Honestly, you’d probably still look great if you were wearing a potato sack – you’re stupidly attractive like that. So next time you wanna do something different with all this,” he gestured vaguely at Ronan, “you really don’t need to worry about what I’ll think, ‘cause I’ll love it anyway. It’s you.”
Ronan’s hands immediately came up to reach for Adam's face and he kissed him fiercely.