[Kavinsky tried to hide a smirk behind his beer bottle but wasn't very successful.]
Someone had to say it.
[And knowing Ronan, he could have danced around the subject for ages. He was also a little touched when Ronan said he could be charming, though he didn't show it. He didn't know what Ronan saw in Adam--they weren't friends, K didn't know much about him--beyond the physical. Adam had a nice everything. In a different lifetime, from the little that Kavinsky knew of him, he thought they could have been friends.
Adam, on the other hand, was conflicted. There was a little voice in his head that was already telling him he was second best, second choice to Kavinsky, of all people. He was always second best, never anyone's first choice. He tried to push that voice down, drown it out among better thoughts.
Thoughts like Ronan wants me, which made him blush when he gave it real consideration, the tips of his ears going pink. He didn't think anyone had ever wanted him before, romantically. And Ronan could probably have whoever he wanted--if they could put up with him--but he wanted Adam--and Kavinsky.]
I don't know...
[It was all very sudden, thanks to K, but was it really though? If Adam thought about it hard enough, hadn't he noticed the way Ronan had been looking at him? It was different than friendship, it was... He swallowed.]
I can play well with others. [Kavinsky said, by which he meant he could let go of his jealousy when it came to Ronan and other people, if Ronan really wanted both of them. It wasn't like Kavinsky hadn't shared before, but that was arguably different.
Adam took a deep breath, scrubbing his fingers through his hair, wrinkle between his eyebrows as he frowned.]
What do you want? Besides kissing?
[He had to know the shape of this thing, no assumptions, before he could start to decide what he thought about it. Did Ronan really want him--them--as his boyfriend(s), or did he just- Adam took another breath.]
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Someone had to say it.
[And knowing Ronan, he could have danced around the subject for ages. He was also a little touched when Ronan said he could be charming, though he didn't show it. He didn't know what Ronan saw in Adam--they weren't friends, K didn't know much about him--beyond the physical. Adam had a nice everything. In a different lifetime, from the little that Kavinsky knew of him, he thought they could have been friends.
Adam, on the other hand, was conflicted. There was a little voice in his head that was already telling him he was second best, second choice to Kavinsky, of all people. He was always second best, never anyone's first choice. He tried to push that voice down, drown it out among better thoughts.
Thoughts like Ronan wants me, which made him blush when he gave it real consideration, the tips of his ears going pink. He didn't think anyone had ever wanted him before, romantically. And Ronan could probably have whoever he wanted--if they could put up with him--but he wanted Adam--and Kavinsky.]
I don't know...
[It was all very sudden, thanks to K, but was it really though? If Adam thought about it hard enough, hadn't he noticed the way Ronan had been looking at him? It was different than friendship, it was... He swallowed.]
I can play well with others. [Kavinsky said, by which he meant he could let go of his jealousy when it came to Ronan and other people, if Ronan really wanted both of them. It wasn't like Kavinsky hadn't shared before, but that was arguably different.
Adam took a deep breath, scrubbing his fingers through his hair, wrinkle between his eyebrows as he frowned.]
What do you want? Besides kissing?
[He had to know the shape of this thing, no assumptions, before he could start to decide what he thought about it. Did Ronan really want him--them--as his boyfriend(s), or did he just- Adam took another breath.]