[When Kavinsky trails fingers against his tattoo it isn't in a dream. It's a touch mapping out the shifting edges of shapes that are dreams and aren't curled in black ink.
Ronan flinches, burning as he arches into his touch with a choked sound and heat in his veins. He still leaves, but not before he kisses him, desperate and aching and fingers sliding into his hair. Ronan's knees hitching to his hips on the hood of the car as they press chest-to-chest. Wasted on dreams, on desire. Staying is still impossible.
But coming back isn't.
So he still leaves. Still ghosts him for a few days to get his fucking head on straight. But it's not cruel as it could be, even if it's a messy thing. Kavinsky isn't the only boy that catches his eye, and Ronan doesn't really know how to handle the ways that they bleed into one another in his dreams. Adam also isn't oblivious the way Gansey tends to be, so Ronan doesn't think that his struggles or his attractions are as invisible as he wishes they were.
Ronan doesn't mean to be selfish. He hasn't kissed Adam, but there was a moment with the two of them standing in Cabeswater where he could feel his pulse racing in his throat, feel his face heat. It felt like an almost. He feels like he ought to say something to Kavinsky, but that would mean talking about what the kissing means in the first place.
He really doesn't mean to be selfish. But he's looking at Adam and the words you should come with me are off his mouth before he thinks better of it. Because Adam hadn't believed he could beat Kavinsky in a streetrace -- and clearly that's the sort of thing that needs proof.
Or maybe Adam realizes its Ronan's clumsy way of trying to invite him into his world and not just Gansey's. A world that includes Kavinsky, for better or worse.
So there's a car race.
And then in the aftermath there's three boys; two drinking beers and Ronan trying to decide if this is a good night or not. Or if he's one wrong word from being strangled to death by both of the boys he likes.]
ro and kavinsky and adam? maybe? idk what I'm doing but have a thing anyway
Ronan flinches, burning as he arches into his touch with a choked sound and heat in his veins. He still leaves, but not before he kisses him, desperate and aching and fingers sliding into his hair. Ronan's knees hitching to his hips on the hood of the car as they press chest-to-chest. Wasted on dreams, on desire. Staying is still impossible.
But coming back isn't.
So he still leaves. Still ghosts him for a few days to get his fucking head on straight. But it's not cruel as it could be, even if it's a messy thing. Kavinsky isn't the only boy that catches his eye, and Ronan doesn't really know how to handle the ways that they bleed into one another in his dreams. Adam also isn't oblivious the way Gansey tends to be, so Ronan doesn't think that his struggles or his attractions are as invisible as he wishes they were.
Ronan doesn't mean to be selfish. He hasn't kissed Adam, but there was a moment with the two of them standing in Cabeswater where he could feel his pulse racing in his throat, feel his face heat. It felt like an almost. He feels like he ought to say something to Kavinsky, but that would mean talking about what the kissing means in the first place.
He really doesn't mean to be selfish. But he's looking at Adam and the words you should come with me are off his mouth before he thinks better of it. Because Adam hadn't believed he could beat Kavinsky in a streetrace -- and clearly that's the sort of thing that needs proof.
Or maybe Adam realizes its Ronan's clumsy way of trying to invite him into his world and not just Gansey's. A world that includes Kavinsky, for better or worse.
So there's a car race.
And then in the aftermath there's three boys; two drinking beers and Ronan trying to decide if this is a good night or not. Or if he's one wrong word from being strangled to death by both of the boys he likes.]