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Ronan Lynch ([personal profile] nightmarist) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2017-02-02 11:04 pm

away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.

Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to their various guests
When: Throughout February
Where: St. Monmouth in Kauto R2
What: The Backstreet Boys move into their magical farm of dreams.
Warnings: Look to the subject headers.
Notes: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[Ronan didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as they arrived, he was making arrangements and picking out a plot of land. No payment necessary as long as he agreed to feed the locals? Fine. Perfect. He'd signed whatever he had to and picked out his favorite place in the lot, then he'd laid down in the grass and dreamt.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn't sure what he would build. The idea of "home" conjured up so many images in his mind. He thought of the Barns, of course, but also of Henrietta as a whole. He thought of Monmouth Manufacturing and dusty old books and the scent of mint. He thought of St. Agnes and its magnificent stained glass and the cramped coziness of Adam's bedroom above the office. He found Cabeswater sprouting up in the strangest places as the landscape shifted around him, spilling out of the walls and claiming rooms all for its own. Corridors and staircases emerged out of his memories, leading him through a maze of rooms both familiar and not-quite. In the end, when Ronan stepped outside to take a look at his work, he found he'd made himself a palace of nostalgia. Then he imagined a set of house keys, turned the lock of the front door, and woke up.

Ronan woke with his head resting on the welcome mat, sprawled across the front steps, gazing up at the spire of what he would dub St. Monmouth. It would be the main building of several he'd end up creating. Their new home.

Like God, he didn't rest for several days. Every time he shut his eyes, he devoted himself to dreaming something new. A farm needed animals and crops and barns and feed and equipment. Home needed streams and fish and bridges and flower gardens and glittering lights. He let his imagination run wild, and this meant that his dream things often emerged strange and senseless, but that reminded him of his father, which made the place more beautiful.

When he was finally satisfied - although not completely finished - he invited the others to join him.]
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wildcaaard

[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-05 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's some early morning when andyr's jerked awake from a dream of things too familiar, even as far away as they are now. he spends some time watching his ceiling, the way the sun shoots beams of light through the water, and fish scales shimmer in it. most times, it's enough, just space and wonder to lose himself in. this morning, not so much, so he hauls himself up and out of bed, padding around monmouth in sleep pants and a soft shirt, hair a wild mess.

ronan, he finds, is already out doing early morning farmer things. jesse's seemed very confined to himself, so andyr doesn't bother him. it's adam he finds, still curled up in bed - no work for him today.

carefully, trying to stay quiet, andyr makes his way in, pausing to scratch at skippy's ears as he passes the little lamb curled up near the bed. he tries not to wake him, crawling up onto the edge of the mattress, and curls up there, on top of the covers, but he just wants to have another body present. to be able to hear his breathing and have something that places him, moors him, in this home. not house - home - and that makes all the difference. ]
unaffluent: (Since I Don't Have You)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-06 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ The thing about Adam is that even in a place like this without the demands of three jobs and school and Cabeswater, he still has trouble sleeping. When he does fall asleep it's usually not very deep and it's rare he sleeps well when it's not with Ronan.

So, it's not really Andyr's fault that him crawling into the bed instantly wakes Adam up. He's still groggy and still wishing he was asleep but he shifts closer to the suorce of body heat that it's not hard to identify as Andyr. He smells different than Ronan for one thing. He shifts to turn toward him, eyes cracked open halfway.

He doesn't say anything, merely eyes him as if trying to figure out what drew him here. ]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-06 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ light sleeper, and aware as Andyr always is, he feels shift in the mattress, and Adam scooting closer, opening his eyes to peer back at him. Ah. Hello there. ]

Sorry. [ Andyr murmurs quietly, an apology for waking him. On the one hand, Adam has moved closer to him, so maybe this is alright, but on the other, there's that nervousness that he's uninvited here, chewing a lip and he adds on. ]

Want me to go?
unaffluent: (Think About You)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-07 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adam shakes his head, reaching out instead to pull Andyr closer to him as well. ]

There's enough room under the blankets for you.

[ Adam sleeps pretty fully clothed, a wifebeater and shorts, not really comfortable in a house with so many people to be anything but decent at practically all times. He's not sure why Andyr got into the bed but it doesn't bother him, not even that he woke up but as long as he's not having to get out of bed he's content. ]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-07 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ the only times andyr is really indecent are when he's in between changes (out of the shower, typically), given it doesn't take much for the ports to get cold, and that's one of the most uncomfortable feelings he knows. so his pajamas are long sleep pants, and a loose shirt, all covered up, as he squirms in under adam's blankets. it's warm inside, adam's body heat cocooned in it, and andyr struggles not to tug his legs up to his chest, the way he normally sleeps, not wanting to take up all adam's space. ]

House just felt too big.

[ what he tells him, by way of explanation for creeping into adam's room. ceilings too tall, halls too long, too many empty spaces for andyr's mind to fill in with nightmares. ]
unaffluent: (There Was a Time)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-07 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adam hesitates as he looks over him, shifting a little before turning so they're facing each other. He still feels a bit strange anytime he and Andyr are alone. Andyr and Ronan have their thing and somehow Adam feels mostly belonging in that but he and Andyr... he's still trying to figure out how they work.

There's always a slight fear in reaching out to touch him, but he pushes it down and reaches to touch his cheek, scooting closer so he can feel his body heat. ]


It has that affect sometimes.

[ He feels it too at times. ]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-07 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's something Andyr loves about Adam's penchant for touching his face. Most don't touch him, and andyr prefers it that way unless it's someone he's fond of, and even then, it's usually his shoulders, or arms, or his hair. The doctors and techs would grab at his arms or legs or torso. Not many had reason to touch at his face. Something about this feels more personal, maybe intimate. He doubts Adam means it that way, but it feels like it all the same, Andyr blinking his eyes closed and focusing on the texture of Adam's fingertips, the warmth from his skin. ]

Place I used to live is big. Cold rooms, wide halls, tall ceilings. Everything echoes. [ present, because it still echoes, and it's still where he lives, when he goes back. ] Hated it.

[ it felt alone and hollow, like he'd been buried and the world forgot about him. In a way, that was true. Thus, why he's here. To remember he isn't shoved in a hole in the ground. Reaching up a hand, Andyr carefully runs his fingertips along the inside of Adam's arm, slow and languid. ]
Edited 2017-02-07 22:30 (UTC)
unaffluent: (Dust N' Bones)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-09 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's hard to say why Adam has a penchant for touching faces. There's plenty of places he's not so comfortable touching, throats for one, a touch there is always fleeting but there's something that feels real in touching someone's face, the line of their jaw, their cheek. he loves the shape. ]

Oh. [ Adam tilts his head, studying Andyr and there's always caution for him when he gets close, he doesn't really get all that close that often, not without Ronan. But Adam curls in closer to him, his hand sliding into Andyr's hair, hesitantly shifting to tangle their legs together, their warmth mixing as he lets his body feel all the space between them. There's no room for cold or echoes there.

Andyr's hand on his arm makes it tingle. Adam's still not used to anyone's touch but Ronan's and Andyr's touch is much, much different, the feeling of it, the intention of it. It's not worshipful in the way Ronan it is. Andyr doesn't think he's more than what he is and there's a difference that's tangible in that, that Adam appreciates. ]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-10 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ adam presses tight to andyr, and while this may have bothered him with another person, here, it just feels like safety. someone else present to make the rooms less empty, him less alone and forgotten and abandoned.

andyr's feet hook around adam's ankles, and his arms slips to curl behind the boy's back, holding him pressed to his chest. he's so, so close, and andyr does it more on instinct than anything else - he covers the few inches between their faces and kisses him.

just slow and lazy and sleepy, but grateful for this warmth, and this boy in his arms. ]
unaffluent: (Scraped)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-11 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even as their bodies are tangled together there's still something odd about it when the space between their lips disappears. There's still a shock in kissing someone other than Ronan, but it's good. It's safe for all of them. Andyr is good for Ronan, Adam knows that. Adam thinks Andyr is good for him too.

Maybe he's good for Andyr, he's not sure but he knows Ronan is. His fingers reach up, brushing through his hair, enjoying this soft slow intimacy of this kiss, of sharing a bed. ]


I'm glad you came to me. [ It's a soft whisper against his lips before tilting to kiss him again, tentatively offering a deeper kiss, lips parted enough to make it clear. ]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-19 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ adam's a kind of solid logic and reason that andyr feels like he needs, and at the same time, has something gracefully entangled with it that feels, on some level, serene. not calm in the way ronan is, who's such a solid strength and a kind of emotional depth that encloses a person. adam's something weathered and true, perseverance through endurance.

something andyr wishes he could absorb from him, but this is just as well - lips slipping together, andyr delving into a deeper kiss, tentative and careful not wanting to take too much, but at the same time, yearning for him. his fingers curl in the fabric of adam's sleep shirt, and unconscious pull at him, as he tastes him, tongue sliding against his. ]


I am too. [ andyr mutters, in a pause between kisses, but doesn't seem ready to stop. hands smoothing over his back, his fingers slip under adam's shirt, and stray up his side a few inches, wanting to remove the garment, but hesitant. this is still so new, and there was so much hurt to cover on the base of it. ] This okay?
unaffluent: (This I Love)

urgh the way described adam tho ;o;

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-20 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adam's willing to give more of himself to Andyr. There's so much of this that's new but it's welcome, it's something Adam wanted to explore. Maybe he hadn't really expected Andyr in his bed but now that he was there he is happy for it. He kisses him openly, withholding nothing as Andyr delves deeper, the other's taste filling his mouth and Adam moans as his own presses up against his. He loves the sensation of tongues pressing against one another. He's never quite sure how to explain it. ]

It's okay. [ Adam whispers against his lips, his skin warming and tingling underneath the other's fingertips. It feels weird still, kissing and touching someone other than Ronan but there's a desire to make this work and an attraction to Andyr. Slowly there's been an affection growing too. ]
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8< sweet babbin

[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-22 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ the distraction of adam's body, of the heat between them, and the sweet slide of their lips, is driving the nerves that came with wandering the house away, his world zeroing down to the boy in his arms, and the virginal little flips his stomach is doing in nervous excitement, as andyr's hand trails further up his naked side.

hooking his thumbs, andyr drags the shirt up as well, pulling it to rest just under adam's arm pits, leaving his smooth, young chest exposed and beautiful in the dim light of the room. ]


If you want me to stop, just say so. [ andyr tells him quietly, but he's dipping forward, sucking the the side of adam's neck, and lower, along his collar bones. down his chest, straying to a nipple, to kiss and lick lightly, glancing back up to his eyes now and again, to gauge if he ought to pull away. ]
unaffluent: (You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-02-25 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Adam doesn't want to stop but he likes that Andyr says so. It's a given but there's something powerful in him verbalizing it and Adam appreciates it more than he'd ever be willing to express. As his shirt is dragged up, his skin exposed to Andyr and the air he shivers briefly but Andyr's mouth is quick to warm him and as it moves lower adam shifts just enough to pull the shirt the rest of the way and discard it.

The attention to his nipple sends a jolt of pleasure and he bites back a moan but there's a strangled sound as a result. It's quite possible his bit of fetish for teasing Ronan's nipples comes from the fact his own are indeed very sensitive too.

Adam meets his gaze, his own lip sliding from between his teeth and his hand reaches to the back of Andyr's head, fingers curling in it in silent encouragement.]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-02-27 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's important to him to verbalize it, not only for his own experiences, but because this is all still very, very new and uncertain for them. andyr doesn't want to be a source of regret for him. but the hand at the back of his head tells him to press on, and andyr lets out a quiet sound, a pleased hum, against his skin, laving attention to adam's nipple a moment of so longer, before passing to the other, a thumb taking the place of his mouth on the abandoned one to massage over it.

adam's chest is bared to him, and though the room's dim as it is, andyr takes a second to look him over, exploring his hands and eyes, but mostly hands, feeling across his chest, the set of his bones, the swell of muscle. along his shoulders and his arms, down to his hands. adam's a beautiful, beautiful creature, and andyr's lips seek his own against, a slow, languid kiss, before moving down to his neck.

he's quiet, not sure he should speak, and break the moment. it's such a soothing one. ]
unaffluent: (New Rose)

[personal profile] unaffluent 2017-03-06 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The dark helps to hide most of the scars, cigarette burns and otherwise that he has. He feels safer that way not exposing them to Andyr right away. Not here. He bites back moans as Andyr works over his nipples with his mouth and hand and they're taunt and sensitive, the pleasure cascading through his body like aftershocks.

They're both silent and it doesn't feel wrong. If anything it feels very right. He presses closer to him, his hand brushing through his hair and the back of his neck as they kiss. He's sure Andyr can feel how hard he's gotten pressed against his thigh.

Adam's head lulls to the side, closing his eyes at the pleasure. He doesn't think to speak just savoring this to its fullest. They're learning each other slowly and its good.]
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[personal profile] deconstruct 2017-03-26 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ with the darkness all around them, and the silence engulfing, there's a wonderful kind of stillness and honesty in it. just emotion and sensation and movement. the sensory deprivation isn't something andyr would've thought he'd like, but he finds he does. just bodies and souls getting all tangled up, and the soft gasps shuddering from the boy in his arms.

andyr's body isn't teenage anymore, like adam's, but while he doesn't grow so hard so fast, he's definitely on his way there, especially with adam's firmed cock pressed so obviously into his hip, nothing but thin boxers separating the two of them.

as he's still showering kisses along his torso, andyr's hips move, rolling their together, so it's obvious that andyr's on the same page as him, feeling the desire building between them, and the need of their bodies. ]