[He sort of was a boring asshole. He just- he wasn't nearly as full of himself as he seemed. As people chose to believe about him.
Gansey shivered a little at the way that Kavinsky's thumbs stroked against his hips. It was strangely intimate, but he leans into his hands, doesn't pull away even if he probably should. But he liked the way that the other boy leaned into his touch, warm against him, if not as heated as when they'd kissed. He made him feel like the recklessness in his veins wasn't really a bad idea.
Gansey knew what it was like to be hard on yourself, to seem like you were the last person on earth in need of praise. He flushes a little when K tells him he has a great mouth and beautiful eyes.]
Does that.. are you saying you might want to kiss me again?
[There's a bit of a glint in his hazel eyes as he looks up at Kavinsky, a touch of invitation to the words. Because he wants to. Normally Gansey isn't a boy that gives into things just because he wants to, that allows himself to be driven by wild desires. But-- he doesn't know. This isn't a wild party, it's just the two of them. And he's so lonely, unable to say that to either of his friends. And Kavinsky is here with him, warm and beautiful and captivating.
Hardly the first time he's noticed. Maybe not even the first time he's thought about him- kissing him, or maybe more. He hadn't thought about what he wanted when he'd asked him to come over, but the idea of spending the night making out with Joseph Kavinsky wasn't actually a bad thought at all. He wonders if he'd stay the night, if he'd dare to ask.]
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Gansey shivered a little at the way that Kavinsky's thumbs stroked against his hips. It was strangely intimate, but he leans into his hands, doesn't pull away even if he probably should. But he liked the way that the other boy leaned into his touch, warm against him, if not as heated as when they'd kissed. He made him feel like the recklessness in his veins wasn't really a bad idea.
Gansey knew what it was like to be hard on yourself, to seem like you were the last person on earth in need of praise. He flushes a little when K tells him he has a great mouth and beautiful eyes.]
Does that.. are you saying you might want to kiss me again?
[There's a bit of a glint in his hazel eyes as he looks up at Kavinsky, a touch of invitation to the words. Because he wants to. Normally Gansey isn't a boy that gives into things just because he wants to, that allows himself to be driven by wild desires. But-- he doesn't know. This isn't a wild party, it's just the two of them. And he's so lonely, unable to say that to either of his friends. And Kavinsky is here with him, warm and beautiful and captivating.
Hardly the first time he's noticed. Maybe not even the first time he's thought about him- kissing him, or maybe more. He hadn't thought about what he wanted when he'd asked him to come over, but the idea of spending the night making out with Joseph Kavinsky wasn't actually a bad thought at all. He wonders if he'd stay the night, if he'd dare to ask.]