[Adam said you could just ask me out, and Kavinsky grinned, wild and a little bit manic, because it felt like victory, it felt like stealing something. It hadn't felt like it could be that simple, and yet here was Adam Parrish, telling him that it was. And he wanted to, he did. Kavinsky had never dated anyone, but he wanted to date him, anyway. He wanted to be around him, he wanted to spoil him in every way that he'd allow.
He thought for a moment- not about whether or not to ask him out, but how, what sort of date could he offer that would be something Adam Parrish would want? It had to be better than a bonfire, better than a restaurant where he'd be uncomfortable, feel like he didn't belong and that he owed Kavinsky something for it.]
Just tell me when, sweetheart. I'll meet you after work and we can go grocery shopping together and I'll make you dinner in that cute little kitchen of yours. And we can just- talk and listen to music, or watch a movie, or whatever you want, while you think about how unbearably attractive I am and how much you want to makeout with me.
[He teases him a little bit, but he isn't joking; he means it, he means every word. If they were going to have a date, he wanted it to be better than just having him over for Nino's or taking him to the movies or any of that sort of thing. And really, Kavinsky is the one that will probably spend the whole time thinking about how lovely Adam is, and struggling with his desire to touch him. Because god, he does want to makeout with Adam. And as much as Kavinsky wanted to buy him things, dream him things, he understood that was difficult for Adam. And so something like this, that was more about Kavinsky doing something for Adam, felt- not safer, but more likely to make him smile.
He let his fingers slide up his neck so that he was cupping his face, so that he could look into his eyes. The fact that Adam was uncomfortable about gifts was difficult for Kavinsky, because it meant that all he had to offer was himself; that never really felt like enough, most of the time.]
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He thought for a moment- not about whether or not to ask him out, but how, what sort of date could he offer that would be something Adam Parrish would want? It had to be better than a bonfire, better than a restaurant where he'd be uncomfortable, feel like he didn't belong and that he owed Kavinsky something for it.]
Just tell me when, sweetheart. I'll meet you after work and we can go grocery shopping together and I'll make you dinner in that cute little kitchen of yours. And we can just- talk and listen to music, or watch a movie, or whatever you want, while you think about how unbearably attractive I am and how much you want to makeout with me.
[He teases him a little bit, but he isn't joking; he means it, he means every word. If they were going to have a date, he wanted it to be better than just having him over for Nino's or taking him to the movies or any of that sort of thing. And really, Kavinsky is the one that will probably spend the whole time thinking about how lovely Adam is, and struggling with his desire to touch him. Because god, he does want to makeout with Adam. And as much as Kavinsky wanted to buy him things, dream him things, he understood that was difficult for Adam. And so something like this, that was more about Kavinsky doing something for Adam, felt- not safer, but more likely to make him smile.
He let his fingers slide up his neck so that he was cupping his face, so that he could look into his eyes. The fact that Adam was uncomfortable about gifts was difficult for Kavinsky, because it meant that all he had to offer was himself; that never really felt like enough, most of the time.]