Adam was thoroughly distracted by the arms around his waist. Ronan was so close, and he was warm. Adam wanted to hook his arms around Ronan's neck and hug him close.

He went, obediently, until he hit the bed. Ronan's bed.

"Ronan," he argued, plaintive, like when they were children and Ronan was trying to coax him into some mischief. He struggled to sit up. "I'll get in trouble."