[Noah's eyebrows go up. He knows what they did to the barn, after all, out there plain to see in the middle of the field. Pulling away from Adam's hold, like a bolt of pure energy, he scurries off to the stairs and pushes open the cabinet doors.]
Adam! [It's a tone of pure awe. He steps into the room - right into it, no drop-down - and gapes at the sheer space. There's room for his art, his drums, his snowglobes, and from the stairs he can see that there's even more of this impossible present. He looks back over at Adam with a joyful laugh.] Thank you so much!
[Adam follows after him, grinning as he explores. He'd suggested to Ronan that they give Noah something with plenty of space for projects and playing, like a playroom for a child, only designed for a teenage boy. The main room is spacious, and Adam had been exactingly careful so that all of Noah's possessions are still intact. Most of them are on the floor in piles that correspond with the former locations of nooks and drawers, because getting them into drawers was beyond Adam's skill and he felt it wasn't his place to go through all of Noah's things and reorganize it.
The decor they picked was all hip art and music, with whimsical furnishings designed with Noah in mind.]
Go look upstairs.
[Adam had wanted to keep the coziness of Noah's room, but with their new arrangement, they needed something larger. Even with just Ronan and Noah together, they'd needed something larger. So they'd given Noah a loft bedroom, draped with pillows and fairy lights.]
[Noah doesn't need to be told twice. He scampers up to the loft, touching everything he can while he goes, and as soon as he sees what's at the top he lets out a jubilant whoop.]
Dude, this is awesome!
[The mattress gives a satisfying squeak as he launches himself right onto it, and by the time Adam makes it up the stairs, he'll find Noah sprawled out like a starfish, right in the middle of the bed.]
Definitely not. Have you met them? They're probably upstairs talking about this world's equivalent Glendower-level mysteries, both of them thinking about it but not actually doing anything.
You've got a boring nerd kink, don't you? We could dress Ronan up in glasses and pocket protector to make him better fit the boring nerd image for you. Gansey's already pretty much got it down.
[Grinning happily as they tease, Adam tugs at Noah's shirt.]
[He doesn't, but he's about to make out with one, so he figures that counts.
He lets Adam tug him over, and wastes no time going straight for his lips, holding himself up with one elbow. It's just as chaste as their first peck the other day, but there's a different energy behind it on Noah's end. Comfortable, easy, but playful.]
[Noah's bold, and Adam's still feeling a little shy about all of this--he's only realized in the past week that he's bisexual, and now he's maybe dating all three of his best friends. He returns the kiss softly, lingering in it for a moment and smiling at Noah when it breaks.]
Will you tell me what you're thinking? About right now, specifically, and about all of this in general.
[Noah settles back a bit to meet his eyes, and thinks over his words.]
Well, right now I'm thinking about how there's this super hot guy in my bedroom, and I'm the luckiest person in the world. And in general...
[A moment's pause. He rolls back onto the mattress, looking up at the ceiling.]
... This is everything I've wanted, for so long. And it's almost like, I keep waiting for the catch. I keep waiting to find out that you guys aren't happy, and I messed it all up. [He still hasn't looked back over at Adam, but he does tilt his head a bit.] Or that you guys are happy together, and I'm on the outside again.
[Adam just holds him, soft and warm, letting Noah feel the love he has for him. Adam needs it, too, needs the warmth and contact and affection, and loving Noah is so much easier than loving Gansey and Ronan.]
[Despite his efforts not to pry, Noah feels all of that affection and warmth loud and clear, and he nearly gasps, his fingers pressing between Adam's ribs.
[Adam grins, pulling Noah into another kiss as his hands skim along Noah's sides in return, first warmly, then playfully, and then intentionally tickling.]
[The kiss only breaks when Noah starts laughing too hard - he is immensely ticklish all over, but especially around his stomach. He does his best to shove Adam's hands off, before leaning in to kiss him with even more vigor.]
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Adam! [It's a tone of pure awe. He steps into the room - right into it, no drop-down - and gapes at the sheer space. There's room for his art, his drums, his snowglobes, and from the stairs he can see that there's even more of this impossible present. He looks back over at Adam with a joyful laugh.] Thank you so much!
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The decor they picked was all hip art and music, with whimsical furnishings designed with Noah in mind.]
Go look upstairs.
[Adam had wanted to keep the coziness of Noah's room, but with their new arrangement, they needed something larger. Even with just Ronan and Noah together, they'd needed something larger. So they'd given Noah a loft bedroom,
draped with pillows and fairy lights.]
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Dude, this is awesome!
[The mattress gives a satisfying squeak as he launches himself right onto it, and by the time Adam makes it up the stairs, he'll find Noah sprawled out like a starfish, right in the middle of the bed.]
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You needed something bigger.
[Something that would fit all of them. Or at least Ronan.]
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It's perfect. None of my freakishly tall boyfriends are gonna hang off the end, now.
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[Adam comes over to sit on the end of the bed beside him. He notes the use of the word boyfriends, wondering if that's what they are.]
I'm glad you like it. We wanted to give you something... better.
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[His cheeks are pink with giddy pleasure, and he purposely brushes his head against Adam's knee.]
Thank you. It's the best gift ever.
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[Adam grins, a tiny bit embarrassed but mostly delighted at the thought of circumstances leading to Gansey needing a closed door.]
Ronan's showing him. I wanted to show you yours.
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Do you think they've kissed yet?
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Definitely not. Have you met them? They're probably upstairs talking about this world's equivalent Glendower-level mysteries, both of them thinking about it but not actually doing anything.
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[Adam grins, watching Noah with fond eyes.]
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[He watches back, just as fond.]
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[Grinning happily as they tease, Adam tugs at Noah's shirt.]
C'mere.
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[He doesn't, but he's about to make out with one, so he figures that counts.
He lets Adam tug him over, and wastes no time going straight for his lips, holding himself up with one elbow. It's just as chaste as their first peck the other day, but there's a different energy behind it on Noah's end. Comfortable, easy, but playful.]
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Will you tell me what you're thinking? About right now, specifically, and about all of this in general.
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Well, right now I'm thinking about how there's this super hot guy in my bedroom, and I'm the luckiest person in the world. And in general...
[A moment's pause. He rolls back onto the mattress, looking up at the ceiling.]
... This is everything I've wanted, for so long. And it's almost like, I keep waiting for the catch. I keep waiting to find out that you guys aren't happy, and I messed it all up. [He still hasn't looked back over at Adam, but he does tilt his head a bit.] Or that you guys are happy together, and I'm on the outside again.
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[Adam reaches for him, hugging him close and nuzzling at Noah's cheek. He can't get over how warm Noah is. How alive.]
Not a chance.
[Adam holds him tight, tangling their legs together to hold Noah even closer.]
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What are you thinking?
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[Adam smiles, nuzzling at Noah and holding him close like he's something precious.]
You're our heart.
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You're all mine.
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Kiss me some more, he thinks.]
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[Adam grins, pulling Noah into another kiss as his hands skim along Noah's sides in return, first warmly, then playfully, and then intentionally tickling.]
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