Adam Parrish (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forleaving) wrote2021-04-22 01:24 pm
forleaving) wrote2021-04-22 01:24 pm
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[Kavinsky doesn't quite say thank you, but he is clearly appreciative. There were few enough people that cared to look further to see if there was something more to him than how he seemed, what he could offer to people. And Adam clearly wasn't interested in Kavinsky for the forgery and the dreaming and the drugs. If anything it seemed like he tolerated the rest of it for the boy that so few people had cared existed.
If his life had been as much of a music video as people like Gansey claimed, he wouldn't have bothered going to classes in the first place. But Kavinsky had never wanted to grow up to be a criminal; hadn't wanted to be like his father. It was one thing handing out party pills and fake IDs and the like, but standing on the edge of the black market as he did, he had been aware that it was a hole that only went down and only got darker. And he had wanted another path; it's why he actually showed up for his classes (most of the time) and did the homework (most of the time). Like, sure, he wasn't Jiang or Adam, but he hadn't been Ronan Lynch's apathy, either.
Honestly, if Adam had actually tried to argue that he wasn't worth what his friends thought of him, Kavinsky would have been very tempted to kiss him just to shut him up. So he's very glad that he doesn't, and even happier that he says yes. He's sweeter than someone would probably expect from Kavinsky, his dark eyes heating with a spark of want as he looks at the other boy, his hand on his cheek sliding down to tilt his jaw as his other came up to cup the back of his neck. And then he leaned in, slowly, pressing their lips together, deepening it slowly, bit by bit, making sure he didn't push further than Adam was ready for.
Whatever had happened to give him this chance -- he'd learned his lesson in that regard. He knew that he'd rushed, pushed too hard in the dreamfield, and Ronan had flinched, and Kavinsky's heart was too soft to take the rejection, the sucking loneliness he felt. So he keeps it soft, sweet, almost adoring, trying to make it good for him. So good that Adam will want to kiss him too. And he's okay if it's only that, if they just sit in the dark and kiss with Kavinsky in his Harvard-sweatshirt. But he knew there was a spark here, and he couldn't help not wanting to let it go.
It actually had nothing to do with Ronan. But Adam had saved him, and he didn't want to lose how that fact buried itself in his heart.]
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His heart felt like it beat hummingbird fast in his chest, and he had to remind himself to keep breathing evenly. Kavinsky touched him so gently and kissed him so sweetly, it made Adam nearly melt into his hands. It was different than he'd ever expected kissing Kavinsky to be--not that he'd...thought about it much before today, of course. Because the thought had totally never crossed his mind. Totally. But the point was, it was warm and sweet and Adam kissed him back, one hand clutching at Kavinsky's shoulder.
He didn't shy away from the kiss, and it sent something like a thrill through his body, a wave of goosebumps that washed over him. He liked it more than he thought he would. It was a slow building sort of rush, but a rush all the same. Like the sun coming out on a cold, cloudy day, warming his skin.
He had to remind himself that Kavinsky wasn't actually his boyfriend, they'd just spent the day rolling with that cover story. But- would Adam want him to be? Of all the thoughts that bubbled up in the wake of that question, no wasn't among them.]