[He doesn't text back. Even just calling Ronan, he fumbles with his phone a little - Adam is flushed and sensitive, one hand wrapped around himself, the rest of him barely able to focus on anything but Ronan.

God, he wishes Ronan were there. He wishes Ronan really were pushing him down among the books, stroking him, with his sure grip and his hungry eyes.

It's hard to focus on making a phone call when that's what's on his mind. But he manages.]

Yeah. I can't - I can't really hold the phone.

[He sets it by his head and tries to ignore the hitch in his voice, his breathlessness, how obvious he is right now. Not that it matters. Not that Ronan was expecting anything else, surely. Not that Adam can stop himself from taking it further.]

I wish I were there. I want to taste you. I want your hands in my hair while I suck you off.