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[The touch was simple and yet it still sent a shiver down Adam's spine. He sighed softly, some of his irritation fading away.]

There are easier ways to get me to look at you like that.

[Like simply by existing, in most cases. He wasn't going to argue about Kavinsky being an asshole or not, but Adam knew there was more to him than that.

He wanted so much, it should have been easy to take Kavinsky up on that offer, but Adam didn't know how to accept things that felt like help, like he'd owe the other boy for everything. But, it wasn't just material things. How did he ask for the affection he wanted? For dates and quiet moments, just the two of them?]

You could just ask me out.

[It wasn't that hard, was it? If Kavinsky was already offering to give Adam anything, what sort of obstacle was becoming boyfriends? Adam knew the rumors and stories, but he didn't believe everything he heard. There was always more to it than what people said.]

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[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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[Oh, but there was something about the way Kavinsky grinned, something that sent a surge of emotion through him. If this wasn't a game, if Kavinsky really wanted him- Adam swallowed.

His pulse fluttered, heart skipping when the other boy called him sweetheart. The idea of Kavinsky cooking him dinner was- unexpected but almost unbelievably sweet. No one had ever offered to do that for him before. He'd never even thought about Kavinsky cooking anything before this moment, but he wasn't going to bring it up, wouldn't tease him about it.

Speaking of teasing, he didn't roll his eyes. Instead, he smiled, soft but genuine.]

Okay. Tomorrow?

[He was trying not to come across as too eager, though he wasn't exactly good with pacing himself. He wanted this. He wanted Kavinsky. Especially when he touched his face. Adam was so starved for affection, starved for physical contact and so many other positive things.]

Would it be all right if I kissed you now?

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[To be fair, it wasn't like Kavinsky had learned how to cook out of choice. It wasn't some secret hobby he didn't talk about. It was just that once he was a somewhat-independent small child, in need of food rather than applesauce and things bought in small jars, veggie sticks and dinosaur chicken nuggets, his parents' interest in providing waned. It wasn't like his mom had ever had an interest in making sure there was dinner on the table, not even back in Jersey.

But, the mother of all invention is necessity, after all. And so Kavinsky had learned. Cereal and toast, at first. But then eggs, microwaveable anything, mac and cheese out of the blue box, grilled cheese, pancakes and french toast, brownies and chocolate chip cookies. So he might not be headed to culinary school anytime soon, but he was competent- trusted himself to be able to follow a recipe. Which was to say that he trusted himself to be able to make dinner for the two of them without making a mess of things.]

Tomorrow. I'll show you how good I can be.

[Which sounds a little filthy, a little bit suggestive with the way he says it low and soft, but it also sounds a little bit like a boy yearning for approval. Adam wasn't the only one desperate for affection, for physical contact, for someone that wanted him. He laughs quietly at the question, but it's warm, not mocking.]

More than alright. I've wanted you to kiss me since you pushed me against the wall. Hell, weeks before this, even.

[He doesn't say please, but you can hear it anyway.]

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[Not Adam, abruptly thinking about getting Kavinsky naked. Certainly not Adam's face flushing a little, tips of his ears going pink. It might not have been the first time, but it was the first time he'd been face-to-face with the other boy when his mind wandered.

Sex wasn't why Adam wanted Kavinsky. Sure, it was a part of it, but the overall reason looked like this: he was Adam's type. And all right, he could be a jerk, but so could a lot of people. Sometimes, it wasn't always a bad thing. Sometimes, Adam imagined sitting next to Kavinsky in his Mitsubishi, racing or kissing or just talking, listening to music.

The other boy was vibrant, sure and confident. He was also ridiculously attractive.]

I didn't figure you for being that patient.

[Smiling again, warm and happy--happier than he expected to be, considering where this conversation had started--Adam leaned in closer to kiss Kavinsky. It was as warm as his smile, soft and sweet. He hadn't even checked to make sure no one was around; he hadn't thought of it, hadn't cared. All he cared about was the other boy]

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I can be patient, when I think it's worth it.

[He reached up, stroking fingers against Adam's cheek. Trying to make obvious what he didn't quite say: that Adam Parrish was worth it. Enough for Kavinsky to be patient, to try and earn his attention, his affection, even if it had been a bit of a mess.

And yet, somehow they had still ended up here: a date for tomorrow night and Adam kissing him up against a wall. Careless about who saw them, about if anyone was watching. And there were people watching; someone hooted in encouragement, and Kavinsky artfully flipped them off without letting go of Adam, or pausing their kiss. If anything, he just kissed him more earnestly, more desperately.

He'd been a little cautious about who saw them at first, but it had been more for Adam's sake than his own. But if Adam didn't care, if he was willing to be Kavinsky's boyfriend as well as Gansey's other friend, well... In that case, K didn't want Adam to think that he was afraid of it, either. Didn't want him to think that he was embarrassed because he wasn't rich or some shit like that. Kavinsky was just very aware that people mocked him as much as they loved him, and hadn't wanted to put that on Adam's shoulders.

But if the other boy didn't care- then fuck it. If anyone gave him shit, one of his boys would straighten them out. Because Kavinsky looked after his boys, and now Adam was on that list, too. He was breathless when they parted, grinning- happy, so very happy. He reached out, smoothing his fingers against Adam's shirt.]

So, does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?

[Normally, Kavinsky didn't worry about titles or labels, but normally Kavinsky didn't really care about the people he flirted with.]

I'll stop messing with Ronan, even if you are hot when you get jealous.

[He kissed his cheek, then his temple. What he meant was, of course, that Adam was the only boy he really wanted.]

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[Adam was prepared to weather whatever storm came his way, whatever people had to say to him. So long as Kavinsky cared about him, really, genuinely cared, that was the most important part.

He was more than a little swayed by kissing him, nearly melted into it. Even if the tips of his ears went pinker when someone hooted. He maybe should have checked to see if people were around but- he was tired of feeling like a coward. If Kavinsky didn't mind people seeing, then neither did Adam. The only person's approval he needed was K's.

And Kavinsky had just said, more or less, that he thought Adam was worth it. It was a simple thing for some people, maybe, but for Adam it meant everything.

He was quiet for a moment after they parted, but it was more to catch his breath than any sort of hesitation.]

It does. I do.

[His lashes fluttered against his cheeks when Kavinsky kissed him, and it was so sweet, so affectionate, he almost wanted to cry.]

I don't want to have to be jealous. I just want you.

[He appreciated that Kavinsky would stop messing with Ronan, was what he meant. Not just because the lack of jealousy would be a weight off his shoulders, but then he wouldn't have to worry as much about Ronan getting hurt or something, either.]

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[Kavinsky grinned, bright and warm and- content, maybe. He's wanted so much just for someone to want him, someone that he could want, because they were looking at him and not what he could offer. The fact that Adam disliked being given things could be frustrating when Kavinsky wanted so much to show him how much he was worth- but it was also reassuring. Because it said in unequivocal terms that Parrish wanted him for who he was, not the things he handed out to anyone near him.]

Good. Cause I want to be your boyfriend.

[Just in case there had been any doubt about it. He paused a moment, then stepped back a half-step, so that he could undo the gold chain that he always wore, and looked at Adam like a question, like an offer.]

It's not a gift. You can give it back to me tomorrow when I pick you up for our date. I just- I want you to think of me until then.

[Kavinsky was pale, but not particularly prone to blushing. But there was a slight warmth to his face, a touch of color at the apples of his cheeks. Kavinsky seemed fearless, confident about everything, but it wasn't quite as true as he liked to make it seem. In truth, he'd made Adam jealous because he'd been afraid to ask, to just say I like you, afraid it would be a joke, that he would be a joke. Something that Adam would go back and laugh about with Ronan and Gansey: you wont believe what happened today--

Because he was shy sometimes, unsure, insecure, unaccustomed to being wanted despite aching for it.

The gesture, the necklace, isn't about ownership- he expects Adam will tuck it under his shirt, invisible. But he wants to make it something concrete, something to say that he means it, all of it, that he'll be thinking about him. He almost wishes he'd picked up lacrosse or something instead of weights, so that then he'd have one of those varsity jackets he could toss around Adam's shoulders.

Okay, maybe that would have been a little possessive. But, Kavinsky thought Adam was worth being a touch possessive of. Telling the world this boy wants me and I want him too.]

You don't have to be. I'm sure I can find more enjoyable ways to get you to push me up against a wall.

[He was still a bit of a gremlin, though. Flirtation said with a sly smile and a wink.]

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[Adam had a boyfriend now. He hadn't dated all that much, not because he was never interested but- it was complicated, more often than not. But this- he was determined to make it work, for however long it lasted. He hoped Kavinsky wouldn't get bored with him anytime soon.

For a half-second, he felt a rise of alarm and curiosity when the other boy undid his necklace, but- he relaxed again as soon as Kavinsky said it wasn't a gift. It would be weird to think about him without the gold chain, even for a day, but. It was also a sweet gesture. As if Adam would have trouble thinking about him. As if he'd be able to think of very much besides Kavinsky after all of this. Especially after kissing him.

He nodded.]

Okay. I'll take good care of it until tomorrow.

[He smiled, and maybe someone would have expected him to be shy about flirting or to blush again. He might have blushed earlier, but- now that he knew this wasn't a prank, that Kavinsky was serious- he felt more comfortable and confident.]

All you have to do is ask.

[Was asking sexy? Would it ruin a mood? He wasn't sure; he'd never been in that sort of situation before. He also meant- he meant if Kavinsky liked it, he would remember that. A little something to surprise him with now and then.]