[They all knew what the intention was here, but at the same time Ronan had suggested trying to make it something casual, where they could just hang out and see what happened. Adam knew that it was for his benefit, so that he didn't feel pressured, but he was trying to see that as a good thing, to remind himself that meant that Ronan cared how he felt, and not focus on the fact that he was woefully inexperienced with this stuff compared to the two other boys. But they wanted him anyway; wanted him here with them.
And it helps, actually. They pile together on Kavinsky's bed, and he puts on a movie; not exactly the most traditionally sexy sort of thing, but it has cars, topless Vin Diesel, and they've all seen it more than a few times. So it's easy to leave it in the background. Kavinsky and Ronan don't bother with shirts, and Adam loses his almost immediately. Ronan pulling it off over his head as Kavinsky kisses him, with hands steadying him as they trail against his skin, and then pulling him down between the two boys. He can't believe he gets to have this, hard to imagine even dreaming about it, and here they are, both of them with fingers on his skin.
No one really pays attention to the movie aside from occasional sideways glances. Mostly they cuddle and they kiss and the two boys both whisper words in his ears about how he's beautiful and wantable and it makes Adam shiver, makes his stomach twist with heat as his face flushes. Kavinsky and Ronan are both in boxerbriefs, though Adam opted for pajama pants -- he admittedly doesn't have anything under them, though. His heart is racing and he's achingly hard, a fact which the fabric does little to hide. Ronan's been intensely distracted the whole time, though he'd been trying to be as casual about it as he can manage, because he doesn't want to spook Adam. But he can't help being eager.
He looks to Kavinsky, trying to make sure it's okay as he gets his teeth into Adam's waistband and starts pulling them down. He presses one of his free hands to the front of K's underwear, touching his dick through the fabric as he strips the boy's boyfriend- or is it fiancee now?- with a grin. Adam's eyes are half-masted, fingers gently touching against Ronan's scalp, in a way that seems rather like encouragement. But after a moment he lets Ronan real with his pajama pants and reaches out to Kavinsky, kissing him again and only pulling back for breath.]
How do we..? I want you. I want you both.
[Ronan clearly has thoughts given the glint in his blue eyes, but he's equally clearly willing to follow their lead -- he's not going to push for his own desires unless they ask for it. But sex had always been easy for him to fall into, once he stopped worrying about what it meant.]
The Threesome Thing;
And it helps, actually. They pile together on Kavinsky's bed, and he puts on a movie; not exactly the most traditionally sexy sort of thing, but it has cars, topless Vin Diesel, and they've all seen it more than a few times. So it's easy to leave it in the background. Kavinsky and Ronan don't bother with shirts, and Adam loses his almost immediately. Ronan pulling it off over his head as Kavinsky kisses him, with hands steadying him as they trail against his skin, and then pulling him down between the two boys. He can't believe he gets to have this, hard to imagine even dreaming about it, and here they are, both of them with fingers on his skin.
No one really pays attention to the movie aside from occasional sideways glances. Mostly they cuddle and they kiss and the two boys both whisper words in his ears about how he's beautiful and wantable and it makes Adam shiver, makes his stomach twist with heat as his face flushes. Kavinsky and Ronan are both in boxerbriefs, though Adam opted for pajama pants -- he admittedly doesn't have anything under them, though. His heart is racing and he's achingly hard, a fact which the fabric does little to hide. Ronan's been intensely distracted the whole time, though he'd been trying to be as casual about it as he can manage, because he doesn't want to spook Adam. But he can't help being eager.
He looks to Kavinsky, trying to make sure it's okay as he gets his teeth into Adam's waistband and starts pulling them down. He presses one of his free hands to the front of K's underwear, touching his dick through the fabric as he strips the boy's boyfriend- or is it fiancee now?- with a grin. Adam's eyes are half-masted, fingers gently touching against Ronan's scalp, in a way that seems rather like encouragement. But after a moment he lets Ronan real with his pajama pants and reaches out to Kavinsky, kissing him again and only pulling back for breath.]
How do we..? I want you. I want you both.
[Ronan clearly has thoughts given the glint in his blue eyes, but he's equally clearly willing to follow their lead -- he's not going to push for his own desires unless they ask for it. But sex had always been easy for him to fall into, once he stopped worrying about what it meant.]