ronan:
THERE HE IS. in the flesh, albeit much less exposed than ronan’s. he grudgingly slid on a pair of black boxers for the special occasion of answering the door, only because the knocks sounded AGITATED in just the best way. now his neighbor’s angular face ( of course it had to be THIS particular neighbor ) gazes back at him, steady, unreadable save for some underlying intensity that licks heat down his spine even faster than this godawful summer heatwave. “ the sign says no soliciting, man. ”
the view from adam’s home office has been distracting all week, but he’s not PREPARED for how much worse it is up close. from a distance, the best adam can tell is that his neighbour enjoys nudity: he cooks nude, he watches tv nude, he listens to music nude. he’s also pretty sure his neighbour is unemployed: at least, between the hours of 9 - 5, he’s home, in adam’s eyeline, keeping him from working. up close, though, adam can see that he’s eyewateringly hot. he works out. probably naked, adam’s brain supplies. adam focuses, because he’s got a deadline looming and if he doesn’t get this FIXED, he won’t finish in time. “ i’m not soliciting. ” he eyes his neighbour’s torso, once, quickly. “ are you ? ”


















