He knew that he and Ronan weren't a thing- weren't going to be a thing- but he couldn't help flirting with him anyway. Mostly because of the way that Adam's attention would turn to him like a laser focus, though. And even if it was from irritation, he wouldn't look away from Kavinsky for a while. And K was one of those kids that had never really learned the difference between positive and negative, just knew when people he liked were looking at him and when they weren't.
He knew it was a bad habit, he just couldn't help himself.
He flirted with Adam too, of course. Had ever since that night that Ronan had brought him to one of Kavinsky's parties. He'd even managed to give Adam his number, and the other boy even called him sometimes. And sometimes Ronan wasn't alone when he came to K's parties, and sometimes he'd let K give him a ride. He'd known, even before the fight that had made it abundantly clear, that he was more interested in Adam than Ronan. It was a fact that came as much as a surprise to Kavinsky as anyone else.
Adam wasn't even a dreamer. But then, that had never been the sole reason that K was interested in Ronan. He'd been interested in him before that, because he was gorgeous and sharp and because he made him feel like he was someone that might hold his hand when he needed there to be someone in the dark. He'd thought that Ronan might at least understand the feeling. Turned out that he understood less than Kavinsky had hoped.
And the truth was that Adam might not be a dreamer, but he still understood the dreaming. Maybe even better than K did; he knew the forest that he went to when he closed his eyes.
So, yeah, he was sweet on Adam Parrish. But he didn't really know how to just say it, and so instead he was a shithead about it. Honestly, it was a bit of a thrill when it happened. They were in the library, and he'd caught sight of Adam, and he'd been walking over with a look in his eye, intending on flirting with him, maybe whispering something teasing against his ear, but Adam cuts him off before he gets the chance.
Which is to say that he grabs Kavinsky by his stupid uniform tie and drags him so that he can shove him up against the wall. Which is absolutely not a good way to dissuade him, because now he's just furiously turned on. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Adam Parrish works three jobs and that all of them involve manual labor. That until the very recent acquisition of the Hondayota, he biked pretty much everywhere. That Adam Parrish was not a team player, and so rather than take Tennis or Crew for his PhysEd requirement, he just spent fifty minutes lifting weights three times a week.
And then there were moments like this, where he was viscerally reminded of just how strong Adam was under his quiet exterior.
Of course, Kavinsky had earned it. He'd been flirting with Ronan in between classes. Gansey had been hovering next to Adam, and so he'd turned his charms on Lynch instead. Which of course had drawn Gansey to his best-friend's side, eager to play the moral guardian. But really, the way that Ronan flushed and Gansey's mute outrage were just bonuses.]
Don't worry Dick, I was just leaving.
[And he had- not far, just to the lockers on the other side of the hall. Still close enough that he could watch Adam watch him. Where he could feel like it was summer and he was soaking up the rays of the sun. But of course, everyone had a limit for how much of Kavinsky's bullshit they were willing to put up with, and he'd apparently found Adam's. It was further than he'd expected, honestly.]
You know, if you want me to kiss you, there are easier ways, Parrish.
[His breath was a little rough, his face flushed and his eyes bright and heated as he looked into Adam's blues. God, he wanted him so badly, even if he was sure he was on the edge of fucking it all up because of who he was, because he didn't know how to hold his hand out when he wanted someone to hold it. Given how he'd always been treated, he couldn't help feeling that he'd be slapped away if he did.]
kavinsky and adam ahem ahem
He knew that he and Ronan weren't a thing- weren't going to be a thing- but he couldn't help flirting with him anyway. Mostly because of the way that Adam's attention would turn to him like a laser focus, though. And even if it was from irritation, he wouldn't look away from Kavinsky for a while. And K was one of those kids that had never really learned the difference between positive and negative, just knew when people he liked were looking at him and when they weren't.
He knew it was a bad habit, he just couldn't help himself.
He flirted with Adam too, of course. Had ever since that night that Ronan had brought him to one of Kavinsky's parties. He'd even managed to give Adam his number, and the other boy even called him sometimes. And sometimes Ronan wasn't alone when he came to K's parties, and sometimes he'd let K give him a ride. He'd known, even before the fight that had made it abundantly clear, that he was more interested in Adam than Ronan. It was a fact that came as much as a surprise to Kavinsky as anyone else.
Adam wasn't even a dreamer. But then, that had never been the sole reason that K was interested in Ronan. He'd been interested in him before that, because he was gorgeous and sharp and because he made him feel like he was someone that might hold his hand when he needed there to be someone in the dark. He'd thought that Ronan might at least understand the feeling. Turned out that he understood less than Kavinsky had hoped.
And the truth was that Adam might not be a dreamer, but he still understood the dreaming. Maybe even better than K did; he knew the forest that he went to when he closed his eyes.
So, yeah, he was sweet on Adam Parrish. But he didn't really know how to just say it, and so instead he was a shithead about it. Honestly, it was a bit of a thrill when it happened. They were in the library, and he'd caught sight of Adam, and he'd been walking over with a look in his eye, intending on flirting with him, maybe whispering something teasing against his ear, but Adam cuts him off before he gets the chance.
Which is to say that he grabs Kavinsky by his stupid uniform tie and drags him so that he can shove him up against the wall. Which is absolutely not a good way to dissuade him, because now he's just furiously turned on. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Adam Parrish works three jobs and that all of them involve manual labor. That until the very recent acquisition of the Hondayota, he biked pretty much everywhere. That Adam Parrish was not a team player, and so rather than take Tennis or Crew for his PhysEd requirement, he just spent fifty minutes lifting weights three times a week.
And then there were moments like this, where he was viscerally reminded of just how strong Adam was under his quiet exterior.
Of course, Kavinsky had earned it. He'd been flirting with Ronan in between classes. Gansey had been hovering next to Adam, and so he'd turned his charms on Lynch instead. Which of course had drawn Gansey to his best-friend's side, eager to play the moral guardian. But really, the way that Ronan flushed and Gansey's mute outrage were just bonuses.]
Don't worry Dick, I was just leaving.
[And he had- not far, just to the lockers on the other side of the hall. Still close enough that he could watch Adam watch him. Where he could feel like it was summer and he was soaking up the rays of the sun. But of course, everyone had a limit for how much of Kavinsky's bullshit they were willing to put up with, and he'd apparently found Adam's. It was further than he'd expected, honestly.]
You know, if you want me to kiss you, there are easier ways, Parrish.
[His breath was a little rough, his face flushed and his eyes bright and heated as he looked into Adam's blues. God, he wanted him so badly, even if he was sure he was on the edge of fucking it all up because of who he was, because he didn't know how to hold his hand out when he wanted someone to hold it. Given how he'd always been treated, he couldn't help feeling that he'd be slapped away if he did.]