[ The Adam now is such a different Adam from just hours ago, so full of anger and resentment and guilt, leaving Gansey feeling like he'd really fucked things up in a way that he might never be able to repair. It'd hurt like something burrowing itself into his chest and opening a hole from the inside, growing bigger with each horrible thing he and Adam said to each other.
Now, in the quiet of the middle of the night, cloaked in darkness and the slightest sliver of the moon outside of Monmouth's gigantic windows punched into the brickwork, they whisper promises to each other, laced with the taste of salt and skin.
Gansey captures Adam's mouth against his again while he strokes a thumb over the other boy's hardened length.
I'm here, he says. I'm here. It's me. Gansey. Just Gansey.
He kisses him fervently, pouring his whole heart into it - the fears, the anxieties, the excitement, the fascination with magic and old kings, with books, with all of the silly jokes they share, with hidden meanings behind seemingly casual fistbumps, with love.
Know me, he thinks. This is me.
He pulls his hand out from beneath the fabric, shifting in order to pull them both back up. Gansey crouches over the crumpled bed sheets on his knees, hands going back to the elastic of Adam's pants. He wants them off. ]
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Now, in the quiet of the middle of the night, cloaked in darkness and the slightest sliver of the moon outside of Monmouth's gigantic windows punched into the brickwork, they whisper promises to each other, laced with the taste of salt and skin.
Gansey captures Adam's mouth against his again while he strokes a thumb over the other boy's hardened length.
I'm here, he says. I'm here. It's me. Gansey. Just Gansey.
He kisses him fervently, pouring his whole heart into it - the fears, the anxieties, the excitement, the fascination with magic and old kings, with books, with all of the silly jokes they share, with hidden meanings behind seemingly casual fistbumps, with love.
Know me, he thinks. This is me.
He pulls his hand out from beneath the fabric, shifting in order to pull them both back up. Gansey crouches over the crumpled bed sheets on his knees, hands going back to the elastic of Adam's pants. He wants them off. ]
Let me show you.