[He didn't give a flying fuck if Adam could hotwire his car or not, but he appreciated a man who knew cars. It was hot, if he was being honest.]
Sounds like you're stuck, then.
[But he didn't say it like it was a bad thing, because he wasn't thinking of it as one.
He took another sip from his water bottle before putting the cap back on so he could set it...somewhere. The floor, the table, whatever he could reach without actually moving. Not just because he didn't feel like moving but because Adam was touching him and it felt like something. Something he didn't want to disturb.
Sighing, fighting the urge to let his head lean back and close his eyes, he reached up--slowly, so Adam wouldn't spook--and cupped the side of the other boy's face. Because he wanted to, and because Adam had a fine face.]
Has anyone ever told you you're hot?
[He had a feeling the answer was no, which was a shame. Everyone was probably too busy forgetting Adam even existed, but not Kavinsky.]
no subject
[He didn't give a flying fuck if Adam could hotwire his car or not, but he appreciated a man who knew cars. It was hot, if he was being honest.]
Sounds like you're stuck, then.
[But he didn't say it like it was a bad thing, because he wasn't thinking of it as one.
He took another sip from his water bottle before putting the cap back on so he could set it...somewhere. The floor, the table, whatever he could reach without actually moving. Not just because he didn't feel like moving but because Adam was touching him and it felt like something. Something he didn't want to disturb.
Sighing, fighting the urge to let his head lean back and close his eyes, he reached up--slowly, so Adam wouldn't spook--and cupped the side of the other boy's face. Because he wanted to, and because Adam had a fine face.]
Has anyone ever told you you're hot?
[He had a feeling the answer was no, which was a shame. Everyone was probably too busy forgetting Adam even existed, but not Kavinsky.]