Page 2 of Homesick, Lovesick
He remembered far too well all the torment that had been visited on him when he'd walked away from his parents, stopping just shy of no contact.Everyone had come down on him, but nobody had yelled atthem.
So yeah, Match could do or not do whatever the hell he wanted, and Ronan would have his back.
Going into the kitchen, Match set to work making dinner.Ronan kept him company, admired as he worked, but stayed out of his way.He could cook okay, and did his share, but Match was the better cook by leagues, and much like when he was doing his witchy thing, he did not like interference.
When dinner was ready, they sat at the little table in the kitchen, a cute thing that Match had grabbed at the thrift store and cleaned up meticulously.If not for some of the deeper scratches and the patch job that made it stop wobbling, it could have been brand new.
After they'd eaten, Ronan did the dishes and tidied the kitchen while Match fed his pixies and then finished up his packing.
By the time they were done with everything and the house closed up for the night, Ronan was almost ready to just pass right out.
Almost.
Once they were in bed, before Match could turn off the light on his nightstand, Ronan pulled him over and atop him, threading a hand through his hair and tugging him down into a lengthy kiss."So what does a man have to do to get his boyfriend to ride him?"
Match laughed and kissed him again, then squirmed free."I think he would just have to get undressed."He laughed harder as Ronan's clothes went flying to the floor in record time, sending his own right after them.Then Ronan pushed Match into the bedding and put his mouth to all that lovely skin, soaking up the moans and pleas and gasps like water on a hot day.Warm fingers glided over his skin, gripping intermittently, as if Match couldn't decide if he wanted to pull Ronan closer or push him away.
Eventually, he decided on push, shoving Ronan onto his back and straddling him."I believe you had a request, paladin."He leaned over to grab the lube from Ronan's nightstand drawer, then rose up on his knees to work himself open, eyes locked with Ronan's nearly the entire time.
Ronan groaned when he finally withdrew his fingers and said, "Now."He took hold of Ronan's cock, lined it up, and sank down with agonizing slowness, leaving them both panting and trembling by the time Ronan was fully inside him.
His beautiful tattoos shimmered ever so faintly in the muted light, and his eyes damn near glowed, his power always so close to the surface when his emotions were high, like static electricity crackling in the air.
Ronan held fast to his hips as Match began to fuck himself on Ronan's cock, lifting up and driving back down, drops of sweat racing down his skin and occasionally splashing on Ronan.His hands were slick where they held tight, his body too fucking hot as he equaled Match's movement thrust for thrust, sinking in as deep as he could go, always desperate formore more morebecause there was no such thing as too much when it came to Match.He had waited and pined so long for this beautiful man, and it would always leave him dizzy and breathless that Match wanted him too.
He let go of one hip to get a hand around Match's cock, stroking him in time with their movements.Match gasped out his name, clamped down tight on his cock, and they were both coming with long, deep groans.
When they could move again, Match pulled off him and rolled over to his side of the bed.Ronan got them cleaned up and then double-checked all the doors and windows were locked because he couldn't not.
Back in the bedroom, Match had turned off his light, leaving only hints of moonlight filtering through gauzy curtains.The bedroom smelled like them, warm and comforting, with a hint of fresh green from the five thousand plants around the house.Where there was a hedge witch, there were plants.
Once they were done with all the stupid traveling, Match wanted to work in earnest on the backyard, turn it fully into a proper garden, with sufficient warding, so the pixies could roam freely.It would take most of a year just for the wards, longer if work got busy, and he had to use his energy there, but the way his face lit up when he talked about it was all that mattered to Ronan.
Cuddling up behind him, he kissed Match's shoulder and settled in to sleep.
Hopefully,hopefully, this trip would go smoothly, they'd get the work done, and could come home and be done with extracurricular projects for a little while.If he wasreallylucky, they could also start planning a wedding.
He just had to ask the fucking question first.Surely trekking through the woods would provide a perfect opportunity.All that nature, maybe a pretty waterfall…
Ronan looked up from the breakfast dishes he was washing as someone knocked on the back door.Before he could even move to dry his hands, Match was there, pulling it open to reveal his parents."Mom!Dad!"He hugged them tightly.
It always kind of hurt, in a bittersweet way, watching Match with his parents.They loved him so much, and just wanted him to be happy, whatever he did.Yeah, he'd followed in his mother's footsteps, but if he'd chosen something else, they would have supported him.
So far as Ronan's parents were concerned, the only thing he'd ever done right was becoming a paladin.He should have focused on being a shiny, perfect golden paladin, though.Drawn his power from the sun and shit, instead of being a 'creepy' dark paladin who thrived on the night, on shadows and blood.
Ronan had never wanted that, though.Helikedbeing a dark paladin, and anyway, it had been clear from his first day of school in Harper Valley that Benny had the whole traditional paladin thing locked down.He wasmadefor it, loved it and thrived on it.
Even if Ronan had wanted to be a traditional, 'golden' paladin, they already had one.A Guardian team of their size didn't need two, and he was better with the goth end of things anyway.Plus, witches were also closely tied to the night, to blood, which meant Ronan had that much more in common with the ridiculously pretty witch he'd been crushing on since the first day at his new high school.
So he'd gone dark paladin, and just added it to the ever-growing list of things that made his parents disappointed in him.At least he had his uncles.They'd been better parents to him than his actual parents ever were.
"Ronan, sweetie, how are you?"Jordan asked, smiling brightly.The last time he'd seen her, her hair had been a bright blue bob.Now it was watermelon pink and long enough she'd thrown it up messily in a neon green hair clip.Ronan had no idea what color it actually was, because for as long as he'd known their family, her hair was always some crazy color.Even in old pictures, it was dyed.
"Oh, you know, waiting with bated breath to go shit in the woods for three months."
Jordan giggled.Her husband, Darius, rolled his eyes at them.Save for the green eyes and nose he'd gotten from his mom, Match looked very much like a copy of his dad.Brown skin, black hair, even the way they stood and moved was close, though Match was also a fidgeter like his mom, where his dad was always so still.
Match poked him in the ribs."Stop it, you big baby."
