[Gansey would never have thought of the fact that Kavinsky would make him breathless, but here they were.
There was something about the way that his hands pressed to Gansey's hips, pinning him up against the side of the pool table. He had no intention of fleeing, but somehow the way he held him in place got under his skin. He liked it, wanted it. It made his fingers cling to his shoulder just a little tighter, has him breathing ragged and uneven when they part.
There's a slight touch of amusement as he catches his breath in response to K's words and Gansey reaches up, looking into his eyes. And it feels different, like seeing him for the first time outside of who he was to Ronan. Seeing him like he could be someone to Gansey. He touches his fingers against his jaw, the slightest whisper of his fingertips as he skims against his skin.]
Mm. You're not as bad as I used to think.
[His voice is teasing, almost fond. But- there's a truth to it, too. Like Gansey knows he should apologize for having been an asshole, for blaming Kavinsky because it was easy. For knowing he was a drug dealer and thinking that was all he needed to hear about him. For the fact that if Ronan hadn't brought K back that he would never have bothered re-contextualizing any of it at all.
But Gansey wasn't great at apologies himself, and it seemed like the sort of conversation that just begged for him to find some way to say something careless and insulting. And he didn't want to chase him off.]
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There was something about the way that his hands pressed to Gansey's hips, pinning him up against the side of the pool table. He had no intention of fleeing, but somehow the way he held him in place got under his skin. He liked it, wanted it. It made his fingers cling to his shoulder just a little tighter, has him breathing ragged and uneven when they part.
There's a slight touch of amusement as he catches his breath in response to K's words and Gansey reaches up, looking into his eyes. And it feels different, like seeing him for the first time outside of who he was to Ronan. Seeing him like he could be someone to Gansey. He touches his fingers against his jaw, the slightest whisper of his fingertips as he skims against his skin.]
Mm. You're not as bad as I used to think.
[His voice is teasing, almost fond. But- there's a truth to it, too. Like Gansey knows he should apologize for having been an asshole, for blaming Kavinsky because it was easy. For knowing he was a drug dealer and thinking that was all he needed to hear about him. For the fact that if Ronan hadn't brought K back that he would never have bothered re-contextualizing any of it at all.
But Gansey wasn't great at apologies himself, and it seemed like the sort of conversation that just begged for him to find some way to say something careless and insulting. And he didn't want to chase him off.]
But you were always terribly attractive.