Basilisk Alcove B2, Tuesday evening

[fantastic_torch]

Johnny led Ronan into his cabin, glancing over his shoulder at him before he led him further back, towards his alcove.

Upon entering, he smiled a sheepish grin at seeing the helter-skelter of the place. He wasn't exactly the neatest person in the world. Or his world. But he was sure Ronan wouldn't mind a few pieces of clothing having been tossed here and there.

Turning to face him, he shoved his hands in his back pockets, "So..."

(For Ronan, obviously, and it is fine to say that Ronan was here, but conversation and whatnot NFB & NWSish.)

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[not_in_the_book]

A look that could only be described as euphoric. Each time Johnny thrust into him, Ronan felt pleasure spiral up and down his spine, and the warmth was incredible. He wasn't sure he'd be able to last much longer.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny knew he couldn't. With one last final thrust, his body shuddered as he fell over Ronan, still stroking him, faster...harder, and he moaned deep as he spent himself completely, his mouth at Ronan's neck, kissing and licking...

[not_in_the_book]

And Ronan, too, in a shuddering gasp, came to his climax. "That was..." he said, gasping for breath. "That was incredible. Thank you."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Don't..." he murmured, then reared back to look at him. "Don't thank me. If you're gonna thank me, then leave the folded bills on my nightstand and leave."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan raised his eyebrow as he disengaged himself from Johnny. "I'm sorry," he said, a bit of scorn in his voice. "I hardly meant to imply anything of the sort." He looked around for something with which to clean himself up. "Is it impolite where you come from to thank someone for bringing you pleasure?"

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He shrugged and rolled over on his back, "Not so much as impolite as..." Johnny stopped and considered Ronan's words. What exactly did thank you mean in this situation? Was it appropriate? They just used each other to complete and utter satisfaction. Perhaps Ronan was right. For some reason though, it had just irked Johnny that he was thanked.

Getting up off his bed, he grabbed a towel and handed it to Ronan, then he cleaned himself and discarded the used condom. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't haven't said that." He pulled on a pair of clean boxers and sat down on his bed.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan cleaned himself off, and hauled on his boxers. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the alcove. "So..."

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"Stay, Ronan. Stay here tonight, please." Johnny asked him softly, truly not wanting him to leave.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smiled. "All right, then," he said, and sat on the bed beside Johnny. He leaned over to give him another quick kiss before lying down.

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Johnny followed Ronan, and reached over to turn out the light. Then he moved closer to him, pulling him against him and kissing his shoulder. "Good night, Ronan."

[not_in_the_book]

"Good night, Johnny."

And if there was a second thought, a silent, Good night, John, well, Johnny wouldn't ever know.