[Kavinsky would have gone about this very differently if he thought that it was just going to be a one time thing. It would have been an outright offer, yes or no, and he probably wouldn't have bothered getting to know him- or at least not like he had, not close enough that he'd wanted to be his friend even outside of Ronan. He wouldn't be trying to be as careful with Adam as he was: because K knows that he isn't used to this sort of thing, isn't Ronan who can be just as coarse as Kavinsky- if not worse- depending on his moods.
So Kavinsky has high hopes that even if he doesn't kiss Adam tonight, that there will be a repeat somewhere down the line where he might have a better chance. It was something he kept reminding himself of, when he wanted to push a little harder. This wasn't their only chance. And he thought that a second time would require less deception, even if this had all been of the little-white-lie variety.
He thought it was cute, honestly, the way that Adam stole a kiss even as he pulled away with the promise of undressing Ronan. The way that Ronan started to chase his mouth, flushed and already half-wrecked, a little bit messy and undone as he looked at the other boy. Kavinsky thought he was at his most-beautiful like this, though. If he could get Jiang to take a picture- to get Ronan to let him take a picture- he would do it in a heartbeat, fucking frame it, hang it on his goddamn wall. Or maybe just something small, that he could fold and keep in his wallet, something he could take out to remind himself what there was to live for.
When the waking world felt like hell, he could rub his fingers over the gloss of the photo paper and remind himself that there were good things too. But for the moment, he has this, and that's enough.
He grinned when Adam said okay, and didn't even bother to pretend that he wasn't pleased by his response. He murmured words in Ronan's ear, directing him onto the hood of the car. The two dreamers sort of swap places- Ronan leaning back against the windshield, his boots briefly braced on the bumper, and Kavinsky in front of him. There's a look in his eyes, something in his body language that for a moment almost implies that he's going to suck him off right here, but he doesn't. Instead undoing the knots that Ronan ties the laces on his boots into, and mostly just tugs them off like that- impatient even if he's trying not to show it- letting them fall into the grass around them.
There's a casual sort of intimacy to the moment, the way Kavinsky bends to undo Ronan's leather boots and the other boy allows him, permissive in a way he usually doesn't allow himself and certainly doesn't let people see. Once Ronan's barefoot and there's no obstacles to getting his pants off, K drags hands against his skin with murmured words, getting him to brace his arms behind him at the very top of the car's hood, arching his back a little as he lifts his hips.
Ronan tenses a little, but he still cooperates, even if he bristles a little at the way he feels posed like one of those car girls from the calendars it seemed every guy in Henrietta over the age of fifteen owned. Kavinsky just calmly slides a hand down his chest, scraping a nail against one of Ronan's pink nipples and making the other boy curse.]
You know all you have to do is say it and I'll stop.
[The tone of the words is a little bit teasing, but Ronan just looks vaguely annoyed more than anything else. If not for the fact that Kavinsky is still touching him and Adam is so close he almost wants to pull him up against him, beg if he has to, the reminder might have soured the mood, but he's too caught up in everything that's happening to get too in his head over it. He even answers without pulling a hand away to flip him off, although he very clearly considers it.
Yeah. Fuck, K. I'm not gonna say it. I want- more.]
I know.
[But Adam didn't.
It wasn't like at the start there had been the space to articulate what the rules were here, what lines the pair of dreamers played by. Maybe if they'd done this before, or if Ronan was less of a skittish creature- but not tonight. But he still wanted the third side of the trio to understand at least this part: that however much it might seem like K coerced and Ronan tolerated it, that he had a real out if he wanted it. And that it mattered to Kavinsky that he didn't.
He shifts his hand, instead trailing it down along Ronan's spine, letting his hand rest at the small of his back for a moment- but he can't resist the temptation and so his hand slips lower, groping his ass, with a wicked sort of grin before letting his fingers slide back up to the small of his back at the way Ronan shakes. Steadying, instead of touching just for the sake of it; although it's a little bit of that too.]
Should be easier this way, right?
[He comments, looking over at Adam, eyes bright with desire. Ronan mostly standing up and with his boots on hadn't seemed like a particularly hopeful combination for getting his pants off. And yeah, he likes the image. He likes the excuse to touch him, he likes watching Adam watch him touch Ronan, too. He's about as much of an exhibitionist as a voyeur, especially like this, when it's just people he likes, when Ronan isn't all on guard and tensed shoulders.
He holds his other hand out to Adam like an invitation, and the way that he looks at him crackles with almost as much attraction as how he looks at the boy that isn't quite his boyfriend.]
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So Kavinsky has high hopes that even if he doesn't kiss Adam tonight, that there will be a repeat somewhere down the line where he might have a better chance. It was something he kept reminding himself of, when he wanted to push a little harder. This wasn't their only chance. And he thought that a second time would require less deception, even if this had all been of the little-white-lie variety.
He thought it was cute, honestly, the way that Adam stole a kiss even as he pulled away with the promise of undressing Ronan. The way that Ronan started to chase his mouth, flushed and already half-wrecked, a little bit messy and undone as he looked at the other boy. Kavinsky thought he was at his most-beautiful like this, though. If he could get Jiang to take a picture- to get Ronan to let him take a picture- he would do it in a heartbeat, fucking frame it, hang it on his goddamn wall. Or maybe just something small, that he could fold and keep in his wallet, something he could take out to remind himself what there was to live for.
When the waking world felt like hell, he could rub his fingers over the gloss of the photo paper and remind himself that there were good things too.
But for the moment, he has this, and that's enough.
He grinned when Adam said okay, and didn't even bother to pretend that he wasn't pleased by his response. He murmured words in Ronan's ear, directing him onto the hood of the car. The two dreamers sort of swap places- Ronan leaning back against the windshield, his boots briefly braced on the bumper, and Kavinsky in front of him. There's a look in his eyes, something in his body language that for a moment almost implies that he's going to suck him off right here, but he doesn't. Instead undoing the knots that Ronan ties the laces on his boots into, and mostly just tugs them off like that- impatient even if he's trying not to show it- letting them fall into the grass around them.
There's a casual sort of intimacy to the moment, the way Kavinsky bends to undo Ronan's leather boots and the other boy allows him, permissive in a way he usually doesn't allow himself and certainly doesn't let people see. Once Ronan's barefoot and there's no obstacles to getting his pants off, K drags hands against his skin with murmured words, getting him to brace his arms behind him at the very top of the car's hood, arching his back a little as he lifts his hips.
Ronan tenses a little, but he still cooperates, even if he bristles a little at the way he feels posed like one of those car girls from the calendars it seemed every guy in Henrietta over the age of fifteen owned. Kavinsky just calmly slides a hand down his chest, scraping a nail against one of Ronan's pink nipples and making the other boy curse.]
You know all you have to do is say it and I'll stop.
[The tone of the words is a little bit teasing, but Ronan just looks vaguely annoyed more than anything else. If not for the fact that Kavinsky is still touching him and Adam is so close he almost wants to pull him up against him, beg if he has to, the reminder might have soured the mood, but he's too caught up in everything that's happening to get too in his head over it. He even answers without pulling a hand away to flip him off, although he very clearly considers it.
Yeah. Fuck, K. I'm not gonna say it. I want- more.]
I know.
[But Adam didn't.
It wasn't like at the start there had been the space to articulate what the rules were here, what lines the pair of dreamers played by. Maybe if they'd done this before, or if Ronan was less of a skittish creature- but not tonight. But he still wanted the third side of the trio to understand at least this part: that however much it might seem like K coerced and Ronan tolerated it, that he had a real out if he wanted it. And that it mattered to Kavinsky that he didn't.
He shifts his hand, instead trailing it down along Ronan's spine, letting his hand rest at the small of his back for a moment- but he can't resist the temptation and so his hand slips lower, groping his ass, with a wicked sort of grin before letting his fingers slide back up to the small of his back at the way Ronan shakes. Steadying, instead of touching just for the sake of it; although it's a little bit of that too.]
Should be easier this way, right?
[He comments, looking over at Adam, eyes bright with desire. Ronan mostly standing up and with his boots on hadn't seemed like a particularly hopeful combination for getting his pants off. And yeah, he likes the image. He likes the excuse to touch him, he likes watching Adam watch him touch Ronan, too. He's about as much of an exhibitionist as a voyeur, especially like this, when it's just people he likes, when Ronan isn't all on guard and tensed shoulders.
He holds his other hand out to Adam like an invitation, and the way that he looks at him crackles with almost as much attraction as how he looks at the boy that isn't quite his boyfriend.]
C'mon.