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This wasn't how Ronan had expected his day to go－the few hours they got to spend together, really.
Not that he had expected anything considering he hadn't even known Adam would show up unannounced at the Barns to begin with.
He hadn't expected to be pointing a fucking gun at his boyfriend－not today or ever. Or for Adam to actively try to seek out Bryde一strong emphasis on the trying part.
Or to listen to that awful high-pitched scream that will be haunting Ronan for the rest of his life.
Adam's plans must have looked a lot different, too, when he'd decided to sit on his dreamt motorcycle wearing one of his weird friend’s helmet for hours to drive all the way to the Barns just to surprise Ronan. While listening to his sociology notes because of course he would.
Ronan still can't believe he did all that.
Despite Ronan not being big on surprise, it was a nice one if you ignored all the fucked up shit that had happened in a ridiculously short amount of time.
He wraps his arms closer around Adam's sleeping form and presses a soft kiss to the crown of his head, dusty hair tickling Ronan's nose.
Adam had kept himself together for long enough to let Ronan treat the wound Ronan's little talon knife had caused, blood now cleaned and arm wrapped in a bandage. But the moment they had lied down on the bed in Ronan’s old childhood room and his head had hit the pillow, he'd passed out, exhaustion immediately catching up with him.
Ronan watches the rise and fall of his chest. It had been fast and uneven at first, slowly mellowing out as time passed.
He looks utterly drained and Ronan doesn't have it in him to wake him.
He should have stopped him, should've told him meeting Bryde could wait.
He should have insisted on taking a look at that bruised knee Adam had mentioned. Maybe find another activity that involved naked skin and potentially more knee bruising or otherwise marked skin.
He should have pampered the fuck out of Adam because it's what he generally deserves or maybe let him pamper the fuck out of Ronan considering him showing up at the Barns was supposed to be a birthday surprise or whatever.
Adam stirs slightly but doesn't wake up, not even when Ronan starts running his fingers through his hair.
He could really do with some shut-eye too, can feel his body begging him to close his eyes just for a little while but Ronan refuses to spend the time Adam is here sleeping一he is very aware of the fact that Adam will have the same thought when he wakes up.
Chances of Adam being actually pissed about sleeping through what little time they have together today are pretty high. Or not pissed, angry with himself maybe. Disappointed.
It's difficult to tell sometimes, with Adam.
He feels weirdly of, wrong, slightly disoriented by his body craving sleep while his thoughts are racing, his mind so incredibly awake while Adam's scream keeps ringing in his ears like it is still happening right at this very moment.
Ronan’s eyes wander to Adam's lips to make sure it is not.
He's breathing softly, evenly, looking almost peaceful if it wasn't for the heavy bags under his eyes and the frown between his brows, more prominent now than when he'd first arrived at the Barns.
Ronan runs his thumb between Adam's brows, tries to smooth out his frown like that would make his worries go away. All it does is make Adam frown even deeper before he exhales a long breath.
Adam doesn't open his eyes when he asks, “How long was I out?”
His voice sounds rough with sleep, Henrietta accent thicker than Ronan has heard it in a while.
“Fuck if I know,” Ronan says because he has no concept of time and also because it hasn't been alk that long, “3 hours maybe.”
“Three一Fuck!”
Adam gets up so fast he knocks his head against Ronan's chin, resulting in him biting his tongue so hard he tastes blood.
“Jesus fuck, Parrish,” he curses, rubbing his chin while he swirls his tongue around in his mouth, trying to sooth the pain, “It's been like 20 fucking minutes.”
Adam immediately flops back down on Ronan's chest, exhaling a relieved breath.
“You're an asshole, Lynch.”
Ronan’s not gonna deny that but how could have known Adam would freak out over a stupid joke?
Okay, maybe he should have known.
“You almost knocked my fucking teeth out,” Ronan says, running his throbbing tongue along them to make sure they are all still in place.
“You pointed a gun at me."
Ronan swallows.
“People do that all the time,” he says because if he doesn't joke about it he's gonna have to think about how fucked up that actually was.
"No, they don't."
"At each other, not at you."
Adam laughs at that, a small exchale of air that breaks the tension.
“That's fucked up,” he says and presses himself up on one elbow to be able to better look at Ronan's face.
He looks right into Ronan's eyes and Ronan stares back at him.
The panic of having overslept一which, for the record, he didn't because Ronan wouldn't have let him一is replaced by something else, something hungry.
Ronan knows that grin.
“How do you wanna spend the rest of your birthday?”
“My birthday’s tomorrow,” Ronan reminds him just to be annoying and Adam rolls his eyes, “You could show me that fucked up knee of yours. I'm sure I can help with that.”
Adam sits up then, throwing one of his legs over Ronan's hips so he can sit in his lap, looking down at him. Ronan fucking loves that sight, loves to feel his weight on top of his own body.
“Sounds perfect,” Adam says as he leans down to kiss Ronan.