[And he wishes it too. Shirtless and leaning against the door frame of his bathroom, he takes a moment before he replies. He considers his next text, smiling a bit at the corner of his lips when he sends it.]
Is it because I can't touch you where you are now?
[And he knows it too. He's seen Gansey at parties, knows the little fronts he puts up in their presence. Maybe this is a little revenge plot for leaving in the first place. Maybe it's just some small form of entertainment for the moment.
In either case, Adam's enjoying it.]
You got a few closets, right? I could steal you away to kiss you for as long as I like before they notice you're gone.
If we're real quiet, maybe I could undress you a little and kiss you down low too.
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ITS OKAY DONT WORRY ABOUT IT my phone never showed me either
[Adam bites hard in his lips. He might be torturing himself too.]
I'd lick you slowly. Because we'd need to be quick about it but I don't want to.
I'd want you quivering for me. My tongue rolling over you, taking my time with getting you wet, while there's voices outside. Does that make you nervous, Gansey?
[ He doesn't think, if the situation were real (and Jesus, why isn't this real?), he'd be able to say anything. Moaning would definitely happen but there would be no words.
He's already feeling a little overwarm in his suit. ]
I would just reach down over the front of your trousers
But I'm not going to say no. Because if you touch me, you'll be able to tell how much I want you. I'd hold you against the wall and ask you to unzip me so we can rub them together.
Adam how did you get so good at this? Gansey quickly hides his phone away while he excuses himself from far-too-polite conversation with his mother's guest and makes a bee-line (heh) for the ... washrooms? His room? A room away from people? ]
I'd ask you
No
I'd beg you for more
I think then you'd get a moan from me because I couldn't help it anymore
[He doesn't even know in what time he does it but he finds himself leaning up against his bathroom wall, bare-chested with his pants unzipped. His hand moves absentmindedly low, palming over the fabric of his jeans.
This may be to tease Gansey, but he's getting a bulk of it too.]
Pull your pants down lower. So I can spread your legs a little wider.
Rubbing myself down against your length, over everywhere you're heavy with that ache. While I kiss your neck, biting into the bare skin because I want to see the marks. Because I know you'll be mad about it when it becomes too hard to hide in public.
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[Though being in the same room as Gansey would be nice all the same.]
Just finished work. Was about to shower.
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[ If he's gonna be honest. WHICH APPARENTLY is a thing he's doing now. Well. ]
How was work?
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Work was work. Just want to get out of these clothes. Too much sweat.
I bet you have a lot too. Dancing with all those girls.
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Haha the girls are fine but
I'd much rather be back in Henrietta right now
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Is it because I can't touch you where you are now?
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Adam how dare you. ]
That aspect is a very real problem yes
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Maybe I should have gone. I could have been rubbing my hand against you.
You know. Accidentally.
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Gansey has to politely nod and smile at his parents' guests, but he blinks at his phone every couple of seconds, before finally responding: ]
Accidentally on purpose maybe
Would you whisk me away too?
wtf my phone did not show me the super mini font SOBS ABOUT IT
In either case, Adam's enjoying it.]
You got a few closets, right? I could steal you away to kiss you for as long as I like before they notice you're gone.
If we're real quiet, maybe I could undress you a little and kiss you down low too.
ITS OKAY DONT WORRY ABOUT IT my phone never showed me either
Deep breaths, Gansey. Smile. Nod. All right. To the untouched salads table -- ]
I know my way around this place
I think I could find the right closets
What else might you do to me?
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I'd lick you slowly.
Because we'd need to be quick about it but I don't want to.
I'd want you quivering for me.
My tongue rolling over you, taking my time with getting you wet, while there's voices outside.
Does that make you nervous, Gansey?
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Quickly: ]
Not nervous
Excited. Very excited. I'd want your hands all over me. Your fingers gripping me. Your mouth.
I wouldn't want you to stop
[ Oh, why hello Dick, my haven't you grown into quite the handsome young man. His mother's guest smiles at him.
Gansey finds he has to fight twice as hard to convince her of his own polite smile.
Damn you, Adamn Parrish. ]
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But I won't. Not until I hear you moan.
What would you say to convince me?
How loud would you say it?
[Oh, what he wouldn't do for a real moan from Gansey.]
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I wouldn't say anything though
[ He doesn't think, if the situation were real (and Jesus, why isn't this real?), he'd be able to say anything. Moaning would definitely happen but there would be no words.
He's already feeling a little overwarm in his suit. ]
I would just reach down over the front of your trousers
Grab you there, gently and firmly
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[He might be laughing to himself a little bit.]
This wasn't for me.
But I'm not going to say no. Because if you touch me, you'll be able to tell how much I want you.
I'd hold you against the wall and ask you to unzip me so we can rub them together.
Both of us. So hard and aching. Touching.
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Adam how did you get so good at this? Gansey quickly hides his phone away while he excuses himself from far-too-polite conversation with his mother's guest and makes a bee-line (heh) for the ... washrooms? His room? A room away from people? ]
I'd ask you
No
I'd beg you for more
I think then you'd get a moan from me because I couldn't help it anymore
I'd bite into your shoulder to muffle the sound
What else would you do to me?
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This may be to tease Gansey, but he's getting a bulk of it too.]
Pull your pants down lower. So I can spread your legs a little wider.
Rubbing myself down against your length, over everywhere you're heavy with that ache.
While I kiss your neck, biting into the bare skin because I want to see the marks.
Because I know you'll be mad about it when it becomes too hard to hide in public.