riverviewlogs | Accidentally on Purpose Birthday Proposal

Who: Ronan and Adam
What: Birthday celebration turns into a proposal
When: July 3rd
Where: In a car, then a parking lot
Warnings: Fluff and making out guaranteed. Definitely ending in sex. Will update more as needed.

Ronan had done what he thought was his best for Adam's birthday last year. Dinner, a gift, and a lot of making out. But Adam had really raised the bar when Ronan turned 19. Getting a home just for them? That was something else.

Not that Ronan planned on turning this into a competition. He just wanted to do something special, something Adam deserved. So he did something very unusual. He came up with a sort of schedule. Sort of, because it was all vague and in his head. It went something like this: make breakfast, wait until Adam finished work, and then take him out somewhere nice.

He'd done his best with breakfast. It wasn't burnt. But it was clear that he'd have to step up his game. He'd taken the whole day off to get this right. He took care of the pets to make sure they wouldn't get anxious while they were gone for so long. Then, drove to Adam's work several minutes before his shift ended.

While he waited, he idly rubbed a ring between his fingers. He'd made several of them, none of them perfect until this one. It was silver with leaves and designs engraved into it. The diamond was neither large nor modest. Ronan thought it suited him well. He also thought he wouldn't actually propose for a while longer. But he kept carrying it around, too afraid to lose it or Adam stumble upon it. He slipped it back into his pocket and stepped out of the car when he saw Adam.

"Hey. Want to go for a ride?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"I wasn't going to half-ass it." Ronan kissed Adam one more time before pressing him up against the BMW. Would it have been more helpful to open the door instead of pinning him to it? Yes, but this was more fun.

As Ronan pressed their hips together, he leaned in and kissed Adam's cheek. After that he went back for his lips. He briefly pulled away. "You deserve the best."

When they got home, Ronan fully intended to give it to him. The best home, the best life, the best husband. As close as they could come to perfection, he wanted it for Adam.

Adam sighed happily as he felt the cold press of the BMW against his back and Ronan's heat against his front. He widened his stance to allow Ronan to move between his legs, kissing him back lazily.

Ronan's words were what made him dizzy. It was a shock to the system after a lifetime of hearing you deserve this in a very different way. It was hard to reconcile and he paused noticeably, eyes flickering to the side as he tried to bring himself back to the moment.

Ronan made it easy. He always snapped Adam out of his moments, and now Adam relaxed into his fiance's arms when their eyes met again. "You too," he replied, finally. He would get Ronan the best wedding and the perfect house, he just needed time. A thought distracted him before he became anxious about that.

He was only now remembering the date. "So now both of our birthdays are anniversaries. I think you did plan this."

Whenever Adam kissed him, Ronan's thoughts were fleeting and grasped onto only with difficulty. Even when Adam pulled away, the sensation of his lips distracted Ronan for a good few moments until he found his equilibrium.

Planned this? Adam was the mastermind, not Ronan, but he liked that he could think so highly of him. Ronan was not a thinker, he felt too much and too hard. Ideas just came to him either in dreams or at the spur of the moment, or in a vague spark that he gave to someone else to kindle. He just knew that he wanted to make Adam happy today, on a day that he should love.

"I dunno," he said. "Maybe in the back of my head."

His hands slipped under Adam's shirt and he traced his fingers along his sides, then down to his hips. They'd have to get inside the car soon, but for now it was good enough to press his hips to his fiancé's and kiss him.

Adam could believe that too. Ronan wasn't the type to plan out a proposal, and it probably would have turned out like this even if he tried. He appreciated that about him, the spontaneity. Adam could plan out his whole life and then Ronan would come in and change it all.

Maybe he just liked everything about Ronan. He traced his cheekbones tenderly, kisses soft and breathless, entirely reverent. They didn't manage a slow pace like this often, and he could tell from the way Ronan's touches were wandering that it wouldn't last long.

He reached to his side to grab the door handle and maneuvered them into the backseat. He knew how to position himself to get them both to fit, long limbs and all.

"So," he said, once the door was closed, "Should we tell everyone to start calling you Ronan Parrish?"

Ronan moved effortlessly. Once they were inside, he leaned in to kiss Adam again. It said something about how attached he was to his name that comment got him to pause.

"We're the Parrish-Lynches or the Lynches," he said firmly before kissing Adam's neck.

Not that Ronan minded if Adam kept his name, but kissing up and along his jaw was more appealing than starting an argument about names.

Adam huffed in offense, though he couldn't say he cared enough to insist. They could have different last names and it wouldn't mean they were any less married.

Instead, he leaned his head back to give Ronan access before capturing his lips in a messy kiss. He sucked on Ronan's bottom lip and only pulled away to take his fiance's shirt off.

"We'll wait until we're home, right?" His voice was a little rushed, like he had too many thoughts swirling around his mind to keep inside. More ideas and questions just kept popping up. "At St. Agnes?"

At first, Ronan thought Adam was teasing him about waiting for sex until they got to their place here-- or even until marriage, then he added "at St. Agnes." Ronan's eyes still looked hazy with lust, but the fog cleared enough for him to respond.

"Where else? Everyone's gotta be there. I figure you can have Gansey for best man this once and Matthew can be mine." It seemed a fair way to do it. Ronan might have thought it over several times.

He opted not to take off Adam's shirt and went right for his pants. It didn't take too long to unzip them and tug them down.

It didn't escape Adam that this was one thing Ronan did seem to have planned out. He smiled and lifted his hips, then kicked his pants off to the edge of the seat.

His hands moved down Ronan's back, scratching lightly. "This once?" he asked, leaning in to kiss at his collarbone. "How many weddings are we going to have?"

More plans popped into his head as his fingers dipped below Ronan's waistband. "The dogs can be the ring bearers."

"Just one." Ronan smiled. Instead of helping Adam with undress him, he reached for his cock and slowly stroked him.

"By the time you're done training them not to eat the rings, they'll be too fat to walk." His hand moved to the back of Adam's neck. He slid his fingers down his spine, wordlessly urging him to keep kissing his collarbone, neck, or anything spread out before him as long as it belonged to Ronan.

Adam sucked in a breath when Ronan's hand wrapped around him and bit down on the pale skin in front of him, which turned out to be his fiance's clavicle. His hips snapped up to thrust into his grip at a faster pace, pushing Ronan's pants down his thighs.

For as much of a hurry as they seemed to be in, Adam took the time to smooth his hands along Ronan's ass. "I wouldn't mind a few weddings. If we have a honeymoon for each one."

He sucked a bruises into spots that wouldn't be hidden by a shirt, his way to claim Ronan while they waited on a ring.

Well, if Adam was going to talk dirty, Ronan wasn't going to disappoint him.

"Are you gonna pay for them all?" He quickened his pace, stroking Adam faster, pausing only to tease at the slit of his cock. "Make each one bigger than the last."

He personally didn't care how extravagant it was. If they got home and broke into St. Agnes just to have their own private ceremony, he didn't care. But he knew Adam's ambitions and his need for independence. Ronan wasn't about to deprive him of that.

Neither of them were talkative during sex, but it was especially surprising coming from Ronan. Of course, Adam loved Ronan's voice like he loved everything else about him, so the surprise quickly turned into arousal.

One hand sought out Ronan's cock to return the favor, while the other kept its hold on his ass to make his hips rock into Adam's tight grip. It took him a few moments to respond instead of just groaning when he opened his mouth.

"I'll give you the very best," he replied earnestly. He tilted his head up to find Ronan's lips, messily kissing the side of his mouth a few times. "You deserve everything."

Accidentally on Purpose Birthday Proposal

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject