[Gansey's eyes glitter in the dark, and he drinks in Kavinsky. He's gorgeous; slender but not delicate, all sharp lines and Gansey wants to trace his fingers where his jeans sit against his hips. Maybe he could stand to put on a little weight, but he still wears it well- he always looks sharp and beautiful. Especially now, when he looks in his element, like the dark king that everyone called him.
He couldn't help grinning for a moment just to see him like this. He knows that K's boys know, but he figures that Kavinsky wont let them ruin this. If anyone's going to pull this thing they have into the light, he figures it'll be K himself. Ronan will say something after a race and he'll be unable to resist pointing out that he's sleeping with his best-friend.
There's a hundred ways that Gansey can imagine Kavinsky throwing this in Ronan's face, or showing up to Monmouth with more than ID cards. And yet he didn't have the sense to get out first. He didn't want to. Normally it was that Gansey couldn't see the consequences until it was too late. With Kavinsky-- he just couldn't walk away, even knowing what he was walking into.]
A little something, yeah.
[He closes the distance between them, trying to not seem too eager, even if he is. Gansey slipping his index fingers into the loops of K's jeans, slowly leaning in to kiss him as he curls his hands against his hips. He lingers in it, but only for a few breaths, letting his lips graze against his jaw as he pulls back, murmuring words soft and low just for him.]
Maybe more without an audience.
[He should probably be more cautious, but- Kavinsky makes taking risks seem reasonable. And he really likes being near him, touching him, just... He likes how he makes him feel, how he quiets his thoughts for a while when they're together. Tethers him so he can just exist, just be here with the other boy. He can't help fantasizing for a moment about being able to spend the night or bring him back to Monmouth. To sleep curled up against him, or with his head in his lap, and just wake up next to this beautiful boy.
It felt hedonistic just to think of it.]
I couldn't sleep anyway, so I wanted to see you before I left.
[He says it like it's casual, and any other night he'd have believed it was, but tonight he knows better. Perhaps because of the odd way that things had started between them, but- when he's with Kavinsky he feels at his most honest. As if he doesn't need to pretend to be someone else, as if K takes who he is, not just who he can be for him. It's intoxicating, makes being greedy almost feel acceptable.]
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He couldn't help grinning for a moment just to see him like this. He knows that K's boys know, but he figures that Kavinsky wont let them ruin this. If anyone's going to pull this thing they have into the light, he figures it'll be K himself. Ronan will say something after a race and he'll be unable to resist pointing out that he's sleeping with his best-friend.
There's a hundred ways that Gansey can imagine Kavinsky throwing this in Ronan's face, or showing up to Monmouth with more than ID cards. And yet he didn't have the sense to get out first. He didn't want to. Normally it was that Gansey couldn't see the consequences until it was too late. With Kavinsky-- he just couldn't walk away, even knowing what he was walking into.]
A little something, yeah.
[He closes the distance between them, trying to not seem too eager, even if he is. Gansey slipping his index fingers into the loops of K's jeans, slowly leaning in to kiss him as he curls his hands against his hips. He lingers in it, but only for a few breaths, letting his lips graze against his jaw as he pulls back, murmuring words soft and low just for him.]
Maybe more without an audience.
[He should probably be more cautious, but- Kavinsky makes taking risks seem reasonable. And he really likes being near him, touching him, just... He likes how he makes him feel, how he quiets his thoughts for a while when they're together. Tethers him so he can just exist, just be here with the other boy. He can't help fantasizing for a moment about being able to spend the night or bring him back to Monmouth. To sleep curled up against him, or with his head in his lap, and just wake up next to this beautiful boy.
It felt hedonistic just to think of it.]
I couldn't sleep anyway, so I wanted to see you before I left.
[He says it like it's casual, and any other night he'd have believed it was, but tonight he knows better. Perhaps because of the odd way that things had started between them, but- when he's with Kavinsky he feels at his most honest. As if he doesn't need to pretend to be someone else, as if K takes who he is, not just who he can be for him. It's intoxicating, makes being greedy almost feel acceptable.]