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Ronan and Adam didn’t mean to end up in a church parking lot, mouths crashing hot against one another, greedy hands grasping for exposed skin, their bodies thrumming with want.
It’s raining, the drops pelting against the fogged windows of Ronan’s already slick BMW. Outside, there are a few empty cars: one of those vans probably used to cart around volunteers, and a small four-seater that looks like it hasn’t been touched in a month. The green grass outside the church is bending under the rain, and Ronan can almost smell it.
Adam moans against his lips, the center console a notably annoying obstacle between them as Adam arches over to grip Ronan’s neck, fingers tingling where they meet flesh. Ronan feels teeth with his tongue before returning his tongue to Adam’s tongue, wet and warm and stomach-clenching.
Adam breaks away, breathless, glancing nervously at the blurred concrete path leading into the church. He shifts in his seat, rubbing his neck.
They had been out for a drive, Virginia stretching into roiling hills as the rain began to drizzle, when Adam had put his hand on Ronan’s thigh, and Ronan had gripped Adam’s hand tighter, and Adam’s fingers had twitched, trying not to touch Ronan while he drove so he wouldn’t distract him, but Ronan needed, and he meant needed , to be touched now, goddammit. So, Ronan had swerved off the nearest exit, swerving right into the parking lot of a small, cobbled Presbyterian church with stained glass windows and a small cross on its spire.
“It’s a weekday,” Ronan says to quell Adam’s worries that someone will catch them. They’re fogging the windows enough as it is, and the sky is gray outside, somewhere right before sunset.
“Isn’t it…” Adam gestures helplessly to the stone sign out front. “A little sacrilegious?"
Ronan runs his thumb along Adam’s bottom lip, tracing the texture there, the flushed pink color, consuming Adam with his gaze, too.
“I don’t really give a fuck,” Ronan says before grinning lazily. “I think I might even be kinda into it.”
“Into it, huh?” Adam asks with a sly smile. He pulls Ronan in by the collar to kiss him again, and this time Ronan creeps his hands under Adam’s ratty blue T-shirt, feeling Adam shiver as his fingers find the sensitive skin of his ribs.
“It’s not even my denomination,” Ronan whispers into Adam’s lips, feeling the smile blossom there.
“Yeah, but like, Jesus, or whatever.”
Ronan’s lips find Adam’s delicate neck, and Adam shivers again, moaning out a “ God .”
“Yeah,” Ronan breathes, “ God .”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Adam pulls Ronan’s jaw in aggressively, and Ronan grasps at Adam’s flushed nipples.
Had Ronan imagined fucking Adam amongst the church pews, alter lit by wavering candles at the front of the church? Maybe. Had he imagined taking Adam into a dusty alcove somewhere in the basement, kissing him against a bookshelf that housed holy texts? Also maybe. Had he imagined pressing Adam into the wood of the confession box, hearing him moan loudly as Ronan worked his way into his body, as his back slapped against the paneling? Also, also maybe.
Does it make him feel dirty as fuck? Maybe. But not enough to stop himself.
“Getoverhere,” Adam mumbles, and somehow Ronan manages to finesse his long legs over the console and into Adam’s seat, so he’s straddling Adam, groin to groin, the ceiling brushing against his buzzed hair. It’s a tight squeeze, but Ronan has done it before.
“You really wanna do this in front of…” Adam gestures widely again, looking up at Ronan. His hands have found their way along the back of Ronan’s ass, thighs soft but dick hard underneath Ronan.
Ronan licks his own lips. “I think God has more important things to watch right now. Unless he’s a fuckin’ creep.”
“You’re so hilarious, you know that?”
Ronan sits back on his heels, and Adam’s grip clenches tighter, not wanting to let him get away.
“You’re not even the religious one,” Ronan says, amused. “Why is this bothering you?”
Adam fiddles with the cross on Ronan’s neck, eyeing it hungrily. “I just want to make sure, you know. You’re fine with it. This is your thing, so.”
Ronan just shakes his head in disbelief, before rolling his hips into Adam’s pelvis. Adam releases a shaky inhale. Ronan stretches up, torso long, bracing his arms on either side of the headrest so he’s towering over Adam, his necklace dangling above Adam’s mouth.
“Okay, you’re right,” Adam swallows. “It’s kinda hot.”
“You’re fuckin’. Holy to me,” Ronan grunts.
“Aw,” Adam grins. “So romantic.”
“Do I have to make you shut the fuck up this time?”
“Yes,” Adam says, clenching Ronan’s ass. Ronan smiles, smug, lowering his shoulders so the cross necklace creeps closer to Adam’s bottom lip. Adam catches on to what he’s doing and widens his eyes, opening his lips ever so slightly so the metal falls into his mouth. Adam sucks on the cross, maintaining eye contact with Ronan.
It makes Ronan hitch a breath, to see Adam like this underneath him, sandy hair and tanned skin angelic against the leather of Ronan’s car. Adam’s hands run under the back of Ronan’s black V-neck so his cold fingers creep up the sides of Ronan’s back. Adam makes a noise as he sucks again, and Ronan’s mind sparks with angry orange and red, desire consuming him.
“Fuck,” Ronan makes out, so fucking hard against Adam, his dick bulging against his jean zipper. “Jesus Christ.”
Adam almost chokes on the metal in laughter.
“Kiss me,” Ronan demands, and Adam lets the cross drop from his mouth to find Ronan’s again, crushing against them hard, hands moving to unbuckle Ronan’s belt with a curt snap , and then undoing the zipper.
“Mphmmfh,” Ronan manages to make out, feeling himself thrust against the physical contact as Adam teases him over the fabric of his boxers. “I’d fuckin’–fuck you anywhere. Pray for repentance any fucking time. You are my prayers. I fuckin’–worship you.”
“You’re gonna make me blush,” Adam murmurs into the sensitive skin of Ronan’s neck, hand fully gripping Ronan’s dick under his jeans now. “I worship you, too.”
Ronan’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head as Adam finally reaches into his boxers, the cold touch of his fingers sending a gratifying jolt through his stomach. He moans, unafraid to be loud in the small bit of heaven they’ve allowed themselves to have.
Ronan allows enough space between them for Adam to begin to rub him, burying his face into the crook of Adam’s shoulder. Adam breathes, hips rolling with his movements.
“I’d sin for you–fuckin’ any time,” Ronan groans, unable to see straight, Adam’s thumb brushing the tip of his dick.
“Yeah?” Adam asks, flirty and confident now as Ronan melts underneath his grip. “You’d get down on you knees for me?”
“Yes,” Ronan laments.
“You’d beg?” Adam says as his hand squeezes up and down Ronan’s length again, twisting Ronan’s guts into a tangle.
“I’d say every fuckin’ act of contrition,” Ronan gushes. “Confess anything. Everything.”
“I’ll admit,” Adam says, persisting with his task. “I don’t know this Catholic shit well.”
Ronan can barely hear him over the feeling of Adam jerking him off, but he knows to be slightly amused, sucking into Adam’s neck in retribution.
“Ohhh,” Adam moans. “I get it.”
“You’re–angelic. Holy. Fucking…”
Adam grins. “Are you sure I’m not a heathen?”
“Then you’re my heathen.” Ronan groans again, loud, louder, thrusting his pelvis into Adam’s hand. “Fuck. Fuck you.”
“I thought you said you worship me.”
“I do–fuck. I love you.”
“I love you ,” Adam breathes, his other hand clenching the back of Ronan’s neck. Ronan is close, so close, bursting with adrenaline and desire, the church to his back, the object of all his worship underneath him.
“Tell me I can,” Ronan begs, his head hitting the car ceiling in rhythmic bursts. It hurts, how bad he wants this.
“Only if you’re good,” Adam says. “So good for me.”
Ronan kisses hungrily at Adam’s neck and jaw. He’s ravenous and uncontrollable, more lust coursing through him than he’s ever felt. “Good…for you.”
“Yeah, Lynch,” Adam almost purrs, voice hoarse. “You’re so good for me. Say whatever–that stuff you say.”
Ronan whispers the Hail Mary into Adam’s skin desperately, pleading, and Adam holds back his pleased laughter as Ronan finishes, defiling them both in the parking lot of the silent church.
As holy as it fuckin’ gets , Ronan thinks.