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[dreamforger]

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.]