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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

Do you want to be?

[He turned the question right around at Adam but he wasn't trying to deflect. He just wanted to know what the other boy wanted. It was easier to be open and honest when he knew what other people wanted, especially in a situation like this. But to be truthful, even if it wasn't out loud, he did want to be close with Adam.]

It still takes bravery to make a sacrifice. Not everyone's cut out for it.

[Especially if it was something that could give up any sort of autonomy. People valued that, and so did Kavinsky. His free will was everything to him.

They were close enough to kiss now, and though Kavinsky's gaze flickered down to Adam's mouth, he didn't go through with it. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, pulled him even closer, and tucked his head against his shoulder. Kavinsky'd wanted to do that since he'd realized Adam was there but he hadn't allowed himself for fear of seeming weak. Enough time had passed now, he thought, that it would be alright.

Kavinsky took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and exhaled slowly. Adam was warm and solid and real despite this being a dream and- Kavinsky was finally coming down from the adrenaline and panic of earlier.]

[dreamandbleed]

[Adam laughs softly, a tilt of his head and the way that he looks at Kavinsky is searing. Because he's gorgeous and popular and everything that Adam isn't. Or that was what he had thought before, anyway. Now, here- it was his eyelashes and the way he always felt dangerous despite his rough edges, despite that he was still hurting.]

Is that even a question? Everyone wants you. [A breath.] I want you. But I want more of you than you give the boys at your parties.

[It's not quite the question that Kavinsky had asked, but it feels like the one that he'd meant. And Adam.. well, he's been showing up at the other boy's parties for a while by now. He's ben watching him, in part because he watched Swan and Skov, but also just because Kavinsky was magnetic, a dark star. No one seemed to see his light, but the gravity was undeniable.

He doesn't say it like a demand, but like a fact. He hasn't let himself get close to Kavinsky because of it. Because he gives so little of himself away and Adam is greedy. Skov would tell him he wasn't, that asking for what he need isn't greed. But to Adam, love has always seemed like a privilege, and he's still unlearning the feeling. But he says it, which is probably progress, the fact that he allows to acknowledge this boy he doesn't deserve. That he lets it exist, lets himself acknowledge both that he wants him and why he's never let himself close enough before.

He doesn't quite know how to say thank you when Kavinsky insists it still takes bravery. And he's not wrong, really. When Adam's free-will, his autonomy was something that he'd suffer for. Someone's death wasn't really a sacrifice, it wasn't that simple.

Kavinsky doesn't kiss him, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, and Adam didn't know if it was a response to what he'd said about wanting more of him, but Adam pulls him into his arms anyway. Kavinsky's lovely, but he's also skinny, taller than Adam, but less muscle, less weight to him. So it's easy to draw him into his arms, to lean their temples together, to let himself feel like he could protect him.

It's easier to focus on than the secret he's keeping. The one that he has to face his father in court.]

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[Of course it was even a question. Everyone might have wanted Kavinsky but they also wanted things from him. They wanted drugs or forgeries or sex or just to make out with him for a while to say they had. So when Adam said he wanted more of him than he gave to the boys at his parties, it felt like his pulse skipped a beat or two. It was one thing to be wanted for the things he could provide and another entirely to be wanted for who he was. He could give more of himself to Adam. He could open up to him, let him inside. They were already in Kavinsky's head--how much scarier could it be, to be honest with Adam?]

Okay.

[He closed his eyes, drinking in the feeling of Adam's arms around him. One could argue that Kavinsky was never hugged enough and that was why he'd turned out the way he had. They'd probably be right. It was especially hard now to keep up appearances and keep his reputation intact when there was a part of him that was desperate for this kind of contact. It was different than the way he was physical with his boys, always touching or slinging an arm around their shoulders.

He didn't think Adam was going to judge him for this.]

When we're awake- I want you in my bed.

[It wasn't an innuendo, shockingly. He wasn't asking for sex. He just wanted to curl up with Adam and talk before they fell asleep again. About what Adam could do and how he'd gotten this ability and what the shape of their relationship could be.]

[dreamandbleed]

[Kavinsky says okay and it spikes warmth through his veins. Because whatever he'd been expecting-- it wasn't acceptance, wasn't the way that the other boy says it as if it's something that he'd willing to give him, and his heart lurches in his chest. He hugs him just a little bit closer, brushes his cheek against him just for the contact, the warmth of his body against him, even if it is a dream. Adam was desperate for it too, if he was honest. It was how things had started with Skov and Swan, really.

He'd just been so glad that someone wanted to touch him like this.

So no, he doesn't judge Kavinsky for it. Not when he understands it so well himself. He does, however, flush at that request. Because Kavinsky might not mean it as an innuendo, but it definitely sounds like one. But it sounds like more than one, too. Adam's breath catches and he stumbles a bit when he tries to figure out how to say it.]

I-- yeah. Okay. I'd like that.

[He knew he'd have to talk to Skov and Swan about things, but he figured that could wait until morning. He wanted to cuddle with Kavinsky, he wanted to talk so that it felt real, like this was really something that he got to have, that he could wind himself up in the other boy and maybe- help ease his nightmares. He didn't know for sure, but he wanted to hug him, he wanted to be something good for him.]

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[This was the kind of contact Kavinsky usually only had with Prokopenko--the only one of his boys he didn't have to posture around and be the tough guy. Proko had seen him at his worst, at his lowest, and didn't judge him for it. Adam had seen just a sliver of that and it didn't seem like he was going to judge Kavinsky for it, either. It was a comfort just as much as the physical contact.

Pulling back just a little, Kavinsky kissed Adam on the cheek. It was a lot more chaste than he was usually capable of, but he also didn't want Adam to think he only wanted him for his body--as nice as his body was there was more to it than that.]

How about we get out of here? I don't feel much like dreaming anymore.

[Another night though, another night he could show Adam so many wonderful, lovely things. They could do so many things. He was eager to share all of the possibilities and potential with the other boy but- all of his creativity had been drained from him right now and it was hard not to think about his father again. It would be easier to distract himself when they were both awake.]

[dreamandbleed]

[Adam smiled at the way that Kavinsky kissed his cheek. It was... sweet. Unexpectedly so, to be honest. But he shifted a little, sliding fingers into the other boy's hair, pressing a kiss to his temple. Intimate, but not quite chaste, sweet but a little suggestive. Because Adam was greedy, and he wanted everything. It was different than with Skov and Swan, where he'd always known there was a line to what he could have, and it wasn't one that he'd been interested in crossing.

Kavinsky was different. It felt riskier, but also- like there was a chance for more. He smiles at him at the question, nodding in agreement.]

Yeah, that sounds good. I'll see you soon.

[He pulls back from him slowly, holding his hands for a moment, and then he blurs into the air. For Adam it's less like waking up and more like finding his body again, fitting himself back into his skin. It's easier than usual, because he hardly went anywhere at all. But he splashes water on his face, pats his skin dry, and then... goes and knocks on Kavinsky's bedroom door.

He tries to look like his heart isn't racing, but it is.]

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[Rarely did he feel as content as he did in this moment when Adam touched his hair and kissed him. 'Content' was a valuable feeling for how fleeting and difficult to obtain it was. He wanted Adam to keep touching him, to pet his hair and just- stay like this. But he was also the one who didn't want to hang around in this dream any longer. They could touch for real in Kavinsky's bedroom.

He woke with a slight start after Adam departed the dream, blinking up at the ceiling. He turned on a lamp across the room for some light that wasn't overpowering and then...he waited. When Adam knocked, Kavinsky was there a moment later, hair still sleep mussed, dressed only in boxers. He didn't bother trying to look casual as he ushered Adam into the room.]

So how long have you had tricks up your sleeve?