Re: Times Square: Ronan/Ben
[He doesn't have the space for Ronan's thoughts too, not when he's too busy trying to sort out his own and keep control of his own turbulent emotional state.
He should be better than this. He needs to be better than this. He's still breathing in slow and deep when he reaches the car, the door still hanging slightly ajar and Ronan asks.
In. In. Out. One hand rests on the edge of the door, the other over the roof of the car as he stares at this man who's been his boyfriend for the last nine months.] Yes. Yes. I've had sex dreams. Infrequently when I'm in a relationship, more frequently if I'm not. [His eyes close and he takes another deep breath, because that question grates on his nerves.] And since we've been together, I have never dreamed about having sex with anyone but you. Now get in the bloody car and try to stop projecting.