[This was the kind of contact Kavinsky usually only had with Prokopenko--the only one of his boys he didn't have to posture around and be the tough guy. Proko had seen him at his worst, at his lowest, and didn't judge him for it. Adam had seen just a sliver of that and it didn't seem like he was going to judge Kavinsky for it, either. It was a comfort just as much as the physical contact.
Pulling back just a little, Kavinsky kissed Adam on the cheek. It was a lot more chaste than he was usually capable of, but he also didn't want Adam to think he only wanted him for his body--as nice as his body was there was more to it than that.]
How about we get out of here? I don't feel much like dreaming anymore.
[Another night though, another night he could show Adam so many wonderful, lovely things. They could do so many things. He was eager to share all of the possibilities and potential with the other boy but- all of his creativity had been drained from him right now and it was hard not to think about his father again. It would be easier to distract himself when they were both awake.]
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Pulling back just a little, Kavinsky kissed Adam on the cheek. It was a lot more chaste than he was usually capable of, but he also didn't want Adam to think he only wanted him for his body--as nice as his body was there was more to it than that.]
How about we get out of here? I don't feel much like dreaming anymore.
[Another night though, another night he could show Adam so many wonderful, lovely things. They could do so many things. He was eager to share all of the possibilities and potential with the other boy but- all of his creativity had been drained from him right now and it was hard not to think about his father again. It would be easier to distract himself when they were both awake.]