Chapter Text
Ronan hurriedly closes his computer, feeling his lunch come up to his throat. He usually handled stress well, and now he feels as if a tiger has simultaneously attacked him, a piano has fallen on him and a speeding carriage has run him over. His hands are shaking so much that he can"t even send a message to Noah. On the other hand, maybe it"s better, because the boy wouldn"t give him a break and would reproach him for the rest of his life that during the dentist"s porn-stream, Ronan decided to use his real fucking name.
Ronan knows he has to apologise, preferably face to face. For a moment he even thinks about the excuse, I clicked on a dodgy link, but he knows Adam is not stupid. He"ll have to explain that he came across the stream by accident, and that his behaviour in the office was the result of a chance confrontation of which he had no idea. After all, he has to explain somehow that he is not a sick stalker. It"s late, but Ronan knows he won"t fall asleep. For a few minutes he sits in the same place, in front of his computer, frozen, with his trousers unbuttoned, until he finally decides he will go to the place. He hopes Adam is still in his office and hasn"t finished his show.
The fact that Ronan found the car keys and made it to the place without crashing into the first ditch can safely be called a miracle. He still feels a sickening sensation in his stomach and his legs are as light as if he had jelly inside instead of bones. When he gets out of the car he immediately notices that one light is still on in the building. Adam is inside.
It"s now or never.
Ronan stops in front of the door, wondering whether he should ring the bell or wait for Adam to leave the building. The second option seems a tad stalkerish to him, so, not thinking he"ll disrupt the streaming, he presses the button. As he waits for the other man, he rehearses a prepared apology in his head: I"m not a stalker, I came across you as a dentist completely by accident, I don"t want to cause you any problems....
The door opens and in the doorway stands a fully clothed Adam, who looks like he"s actually working after hours rather than running a hot show on sex-cams. His hair is neatly styled, his trouser belt is buckled and he has a pen tucked behind his ear, which he certainly didn"t have a few minutes ago when Ronan was watching him through the computer. He looks... well, he doesn"t look angry. He"s more worried.
"Uh. Hi. I came..."
"I know why you"ve come," interrupts Adam, looking around as if he expects there are other people behind the building. "Come in, we"re not going to talk outside."
Without a word, Adam turns and walks towards his office, as if he knows that Ronan will obediently follow him. The atmosphere, however, is different. All the lights, apart from those in the dentist"s room, are off, the inside smells of disinfectants and Adam is not wearing an apron, making him seem less formal (if you can say that, given that Ronan has seen the man practically naked twice).
"How much?" asks Adam, sitting down at his desk.
"What the fuck?"
"I"m asking how much you fucking want, I think that"s logical. However, before you demand money, you need to know that my... side-job is actually a charity. I mean, I started streaming in college, when I was broke, but now I contribute everything I collect to a foundation that prevents domestic violence."
Only now does it occur to Ronan that the man thinks he has come to blackmail him. Ronan immediately feels a terrible feeling inside, not only because Adam took him for a fucking blackmailer, but also because the dentist has to hide to avoid condemning himself to social ostracism and probably doesn"t even have a person he can trust.
"I didn"t come for money, for fuck"s sake, Parrish, I came to apologise to you!"
The worry disappears from the man"s face. Now there is only incomprehension.
"Apologise?"
"Yes, Jesus fucking Christ, I thought you"d take me for a... stalker who searched for you for so long until he found you and only came to your office because of your other... profession. And I swear, I fucking swear I"ve been on your streams twice and as unbelievable as it sounds, the first time was yesterday, the day before the visit itself, and the second time... uh, you know. That"s why I wanted to run away as soon as I saw you today."
"So, as I understand it, you"re here because you feel guilty for watching my porn show, not because you want money for silence?"
"Man, again, what the fuck."
"You"re lunatic." Adam now looks amused and much more relaxed.
"What I want to say is... sorry if you felt uncomfortable today. I"m going to call your reception tomorrow morning and get myself off your record because..."
"No."
"No?"
Adam gets up from his chair and comes to Ronan, who is still standing in front of his desk, like a child in the principal"s office. The distance between them shrinks further and further until Adam is standing almost right next to Ronan"s face.
"Listen," Adam"s voice lowers, as if he is in his internet role. "I asked you about the palate for a reason."
"Um, well," Ronan"s face is on fire and the he doesn"t even have a clue how red he is at the moment. "I googled it."
"Good."
Adam"s hands are dangerously close, but in no way touching Ronan, as if still waiting for permission.
"Did you like the show?"
"Well, I..."
"Lynch, let"s be honest. You didn"t come onto my stream a second time out of curiosity. I didn"t throw perverse remarks in your direction for no reason. So let"s stop carrying on this bizarre ruse and let me kiss you."
Ronan doesn"t actually know who kissed whom first. One minute they were just standing in the office and the next, he was already lying in the dentist"s chair with Adam above him, kissing him until he was out of breath.
"Fuck, I wanted to do this already this morning," purrs Adam, sliding his kisses down Ronan"s neck. "Would you like to take this shirt off maybe?"
Ronan, still in shock, nods his head in a gesture of agreement, letting his shirt come off. Suddenly, the chair tilts even lower and only now does he notices the remote control in the dentist"s hand, which allows the chair to be adjusted.
"We"ll be more comfortable this way," mutters Adam, then goes back to kissing his ex-patient.
After a moment, the man"s lips are on his neck again, then his nipples, his belly, and finally coming dangerously close to his lower abdomen.
"Ronan? If you want us to stop here..."
"No, please," Ronan interrupts him, weaving his fingers into Adam"s hair.
"Mhm, then I"ll demonstrate to you how bruises form on the palate."
Before he is able to reply anything, Adam unzips Ronan"s trousers and unceremoniously takes the entire cock into his mouth. At first he merely moves the head up and down, optionally running his tongue over the entire length, but after a moment he begins his torture, blowing into the head, swallowing the entire cock and drilling his tongue down the slit, driving Ronan to screams that the dentist didn"t expect from the unexperienced and embarassed man. His other hand doesn"t remain passive and pinches Ronan"s nipples, who wriggles in the dentist"s chair and still clenches his fingers in Adam"s hair.
"Fuck my mouth," Adam says, momentarily pulling away from Ronan"s cock. A trickle of saliva drips from his mouth onto his chin and Ronan is sure this man will be the death of him.
"How?" asks Ronan, having no idea what his lover is expecting.
Adam, wanting to demonstrate what he expects, reaches towards the Ronan"s hands in his hair and shows him how to push his head onto his own cock. Ronan is unconvinced for a moment, hearing the choking, sloshing sounds coming from the other man"s throat, but his simultaneous grunts of approval convince him that he is not hurting the dentist. Ronan doesn"t need much time, however.
"Parrish, if you don"t want me to..."
"You can finish in my mouth."
"Are you sure?"
"Come on, Lynch, cum."
It only takes Ronan two, maybe three thrusts of his own hips to end up in the mouth of a dentist who - oh god - swallows everything, perversely licking himself in the process.
"Would you like me to..." Ronan asks awkwardly, pointing to the dentist"s trousers.
"Not necessarily. Don"t get me wrong, I had as much fun as you did. I finished about two minutes ago."
"Oh."
Adam gets up from his knees, sitting down with his arms around the chair. He doesn"t look like he"s uncomfortable, maybe he"s been in this situation before, whereas Ronan... Well, it"s different for him. Ronan doesn"t know the protocol, especially if the quick hookup took place in the office of your too-handsome and hot dentist, who you sometimes also watch on sexcams after work.
"Um, so..." begins Ronan, zipping up his trousers. "Should I come in for a check-up or..."
"Lynch, fuck, you"re so stupid," laughs Adam, by no means maliciously. "I didn"t give you a head because I"m a horny dentist with no self-control. I like you. We probably started out uncharacteristically, but you"re hot, weird and I like you. And I"d like to know you. So. Will you go out with me? On a date?"
Ronan is shocked. Czerny won"t believe him.
"Yes, fuck, of course I"ll go out with you," he says.
"You don"t mind me showing my bare ass on the internet?"
"Can I still watch?"
"Of course."
"Then I don"t mind."