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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

[Normally, Kavinsky would have made some sort of sexual joke about locking the door. As it was, it still crossed his mind, he just let it stay a thought instead of voicing it out loud.

He was sure Ronan's childhood home was a lot nicer than where Kavinsky had grown up. Not that the house hadn't been nice but it hadn't really felt like a home. He'd always figured Ronan's place was a home, not just a house. A place whose foundations were built on love. It made him envious just thinking about it.

Shrugging out of his damp t-shirt, he let Ronan tug him down next to him, gently bumping shoulders. He listened quietly while Ronan spoke, nodding here and there, while looking increasingly amused and relieved, both. So that was what had scared Ronan off. Kavinsky hadn't done anything wrong, after all.]

Fuck, man, haven't we all been there at some point or another with wanting Skov?

[It was light, almost a joke, but sincere, too. He leaned his head on Ronan's shoulder.]

I wasn't gonna kick you to the curb for that. I wasn't gonna kick you for anything. 'sides, we weren't official then, so...

[He shrugged a little.]

I still want you to be my boyfriend. Even if you wanna fuck around with Skov. It's not a dealbreaker. It's not like you want to fuck everyone.

[He went quiet for a moment, not quite hesitating but thinking over his words before he said anything else.]

We might even be able to work out something with Skov and Swan if you want.

[threesecrets]

[The Barns was a complicated thing for Ronan. But it was always home; it was his very conception of what that was, what it could be. And he knew that Kavinsky had never had that, but he wants to- he didn't know. Share it with him, somehow. Show him that the Barns is a place that he could belong too, if he could find the words to say it in. Or maybe the dreamy hills and the peacocks and Ronan's dreamt lights would say it for him.

Ronan doesn't laugh, but he smiles, and it's like the anxiety bleeds out of him for the moment as Kavinsky leans his head on his shoulder. He reaches up a little awkwardly so that he could brush his fingers through the other boy's dark hair, just so that he can touch him, let his fingers whisper a different sort of affection than the kind he'd known how to say before.]

It creeps up on you, doesn't it? Skov. Like you think he's just this asshole punk, and then you realize he's, you know, one of the second-hottest guys I've met. And kind and loyal and funny, though mostly when he doesn't mean to be.

[He lightly bumps his shoulder into Kavinsky, a gentle touch that implies just who takes first place on Ronan's list. He's a little shy when he looks at K, like he isn't sure how much he's allowed to gush about another guy, even if it's Skov whose been one of Kavinsky's boys for as long as Ronan can remember. But then Kavinsky says that he still wants him to be his boyfriend, and Ronan eases.

It's easy for him to get himself wound up in his head, wound up in thoughts where all he sees is the worst. He feels almost embarrassed, but at the same time he's just glad that he gets this. That he can have a second chance, and that the fact that he liked Skov wasn't awful. It had been easy to see it that way with how adverse Ronan was to infidelity from long exposure to Declan, but the truth was that it was the lies that bugged him, and the way he treated the girls he dated like they were disposable, carbon-copies all named Ashley so he wouldn't even have to bother remembering their name.

But this wasn't that.

He cared about Kavinsky with an intensity that almost frightening, a ball of warmth and want and something else that he couldn't say yet. And he liked Skov as a person, too. He didn't just like his dick, or the way his eyes looked in the sunlight. He was a soft heart wrapped in sharp edges, bloody knuckles and the easiest promise on his mouth was always the threat to fuck you up, and he burned when people pressed at the things he was loyal to.

There was no part of Ronan that thought either of them were meaningless, that would lie about it. It was nothing like Declan at all, and that made it easier to finally work through his feelings about Kavinsky and Skov and everything else.]

I wanna be your boyfriend. Cause you're the one. I'd-- if I have to pick I pick you. No one else is even close. But I mean, if we could make that work.. yeah, I'd like to work something out. I liked having you both, and I'd maybe like to mess around with him sometime, but only if that's okay, you know? And I guess I'd have to ask him if he'd want that.

[He laughs a touch, shrugs his shoulders a little bit helplessly.]

It's not like either of us had wanted to sit down and talk about our feelings, and then I fucked things up, so things are-

[Basically Ronan didn't quite know where he stood with Skov either, right now. But Kavinsky was the one that was important, and so he presses a kiss to his temple before flopping backwards onto the bed. He pulls Kavinsky back with him and shifts them towards the pillows so that he can snuggle up against his body, nosing into his shoulder with a faint murmur of contentment as he sweetly tangles their bodies together.

Skov was a question for later, Kavinsky was now.]

You're warm.

[He said it like a lazy excuse that he didn't even really believe that he needed. He wanted this, to stay the night tangled up together. And then he wanted to be a good boyfriend, to take the whole day to try and just give them something nice where they didn't have to give a shit about anything else.

Which meant he'd have to take something from his dreams tonight.
Because he was going to take him to Cabeswater.

And Ronan wanted Kavinsky to have his own translation box, to show the other dreamer that he could speak back to dreams.]

[burnyoudown]

Sure does. But he's so much more than an asshole or a punk.

[And Skov might have been a brat sometimes but he was Kavinsky's friend and all of his friends were special and important, even if he wasn't the best at showing it or telling them. There might have been a time when he'd been into Skov but he could definitely appreciate how attractive he was either way. Kavinsky himself was loyal and wouldn't cheat on anyone but he still had eyes. There was nothing wrong with appreciating someone else's attractiveness, he figured. It was acting on it that caused problems.

And then Ronan said he'd pick Kavinsky over anyone and K felt warm and pleased. It wasn't often people chose him--though his boys chose him all the time, it was different. It wasn't romantic. This was romantic. There was a difference in being friends with someone versus wanting to date them. Just saying 'you're the one' made ridiculous things like wedding rings pop to mind. If only he was so lucky.]

If it's just Skov, I wouldn't mind. 'Cause he's my friend and we respect each other. Swan's the jealous type though but he hasn't punched you yet, so maybe he'd be cool with it, too.

[Neither of them would try to steal the other's boyfriend from them; Kavinsky was certain of that. Though he was a little nervous (which he'd never admit to), he trusted both Skov and Ronan. He trusted Swan, too, and the rest of his boys. They all wanted each other to be happy.]

But yeah, ask him. Skov, I mean. And Swan too, probably.

[The worst that could happen was Skov said no, but then Ronan would still have Kavinsky and that was the important part, right?

Snuggling up against Ronan, Kavinsky draped an arm around him. Things were almost too good to be true right now but he knew they were real. He knew when he was dreaming and when he wasn't.]

And you're sweet.

[Beneath the barbs and blades and sharp edges and bruised knuckles. Ronan was a soft center wrapped in barbed wire and Kavinsky had fought his way through to reach that center. It hadn't always been easy and it hadn't always been pretty but it'd been worth it. Kavinsky wouldn't trade anything he had with Ronan for anything else in the world.]

[threesecrets]

Yeah, he is. And it's.. yeah. I mean, it's only ever really been you and Skov that I've really been attracted to, enough to like- want to do something about it.

[Okay, maybe he'd had dirty dreams about Swan once or twice, but it had never felt the same as it did with Skov, where there was real attraction and not just because he was hot. Really, all of Kavinsky's boys were hot in their own way. But he'd always liked Skov in a way that was different from the other boys, even if Ronan was fond of all of them in different ways.

Part of the reason it had fucked with Ronan so much was because he was loyal, or had always seen himself that way, at least. Even now, if Kavinsky had said it wasn't okay, he meant it that he mattered more. That he'd pick him over anyone else. But if Skov wanted something, and it was okay with Kavinsky and Swan... God, he felt like he'd fuck it up, like he had to because that was just the person that Ronan was. But if there was anyone that could put up with him, he thought it would probably be Kavinsky and Skov.

So he spends the night, his body tangled up with Kavinsky's, holding him close, and god- he's needed this in ways that he doesn't even really know how to feel, let alone that he could say to the other boy. But he wants to show him. He wants-- he doesn't really know. But he wants to try and be a better boyfriend, he guesses. Or maybe not just better, but actually good to him. Because yeah, he knows that being better isn't exactly a high bar. But he hadn't realized-- he doesn't know. He'd been a fucking idiot, really. It had never crossed his mind that he could hurt Kavinsky, and now he knows that he had, and he wants to fix it as much as he can.

If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't have dared to dream like this. But he knew that Kavinsky knew the dangers, and he trusted the other boy to keep them safe even if Ronan fucked it up and manifested a nightmare instead of what he wanted. Of course, he almost forgets all about what he wanted to bring back with him, because Kavinsky is in the dream with him. They were Kings here. With Ronan with him, the forest is even a little more tolerant than it usually was of the other dreamer. He shows him orphan girl, explains that he'd dreamt her when he was young, desperate to not be alone, to have a friend that was like him. Initially she's skittish like she's scared of K, but then Ronan gives him a box of dreamt KFC and the odd dream creature warms up to him almost instantly. Kavinsky might notice that her teeth are sharp and that as she eats the chicken she crunches right through the bones.

And then there's a clearing, green grass and trees both old and new, and climbing trellises of flower blooms that wind around with the moss. It's lit with golden sparks of light, that flit around, almost dancing in the air like they're something alive. Ronan takes his clothes off, more by thinking about it than with his fingers. He can't help himself, and there's something about touching Kavinsky in his dreams. It feels more raw, more honest, like it's just Ronan instead of the pretenses, and maybe he wants to give that to him.

So, yeah, he almost forgets about the translation box. But he remembers, or well, Orphan Girl peers from around the trees, saying don't forget! and Ronan picks a strange white shape from between some vines. He looks at Kavinsky with a smile, kisses him and tells him that he'll show him when they're awake. He wakes with it clutched in his hands, his body still tucked into Kavinsky's, his face pressed into the dip of his shoulder.

And true to his words, he does show him how it works once he's no longer paralyzed and they're both awake, and they're both stolen enough kisses to feel content for the next few minutes, at least. But there's clearly something missing, because while Ronan shows him how it works, he doesn't explain what it's for, or why he'd wanted it. He just says: there's something I want to show you, and tells him not to forget it.

But after breakfast, after a shower that takes a very long time since neither of them can keep their hands off each other, and after they finally get their clothes on- Ronan stealing Kavinsky's and finally remembering to toss his wet clothes from the night before into the laundry. But then Kavinsky is driving the Mitsubishi with Ronan in the passenger seat, and he wont give him an address, but he gives him directions. Then as they drive through the grassy field, there comes that point where it clicks, where K hits the breaks hard as he realizes that the trees they're heading towards seem strange and familiar. Ronan just laughs, clasping him on the shoulder, shaking him a little as he tosses him the odd box he dreamt for him, and then he's springing from the car.

Ronan seems wild here, his blue eyes bright as gems, grinning as he runs for a moment, only to spin around and hold a hand out for Kavinsky. A thrill like something electric running through him, alive and vibrant, as urgent as a dream.]

It's name is Cabeswater. It's-- Fuck. C'mon... I want you to meet it.

[burnyoudown]

[He could've cracked a joke about how there wasn't a lot of competition in Henrietta, but he knew there was plenty. There were plenty of attractive boys, nice boys, sharp boys- Aglionby had a lot of assholes but they weren't all bad. But he was charmed that he was one of the only two people Ronan had been attracted to enough to do something about it, so he kissed him, instead.

Ronan spending the night was beautiful. The dream was beautiful. Even the strange dream creature who liked chicken was beautiful, in a way. Even if she apparently bit right through bones. It was a dream; usually impossible things were generally plenty possible. So he didn't bat an eye, not at that stuff. Dreams always made reality pale in comparison, but it seemed even more--just...more, with Ronan there. Kavinsky was confident in his own abilities as a dreamer, but seeing what Ronan could do made him feel a little--not inadequate, but like he still had so much more to learn and experience.

He didn't know what was so important about the box, and he absolutely had intentions of making sure Ronan coughed up the information, but it seemed like the other boy had a surprise for him, too. So he didn't press too much right now. Besides, it was easy to get distracted by the lines of Ronan's body, the lines of his tattoo and muscles, the perfect curve of his ass. Everything about him was perfect. Even his scars, which Kavinsky kissed tenderly while they were in the shower.

He didn't forget the box when they left--how could he?--but he also didn't get why Ronan couldn't just give him an address. It would have been easy to pop it into google maps, but maybe that would've ruined the surprise. Maybe the place didn't have an address. Or it was convoluted.

And then, because Kavinsky had an eye for detail and because it was hard to forget the dream they'd shared the night before, of course he recognized the trees. He cast a suspicious look in Ronan's direction, but it was curious and surprised, too. He liked seeing Ronan happy. He liked all of this, even if he didn't know exactly what was going on. He liked any time he could spend with the other dreamer. It was all valuable, precious.

He'd barely put the car in park before Ronan was practically leaping out, and Kavinsky watched him from behind his sunglasses. Fuck, but he always wanted Ronan to be like this, happy and wild and carefree.

Taking the box with him, he got out of the Mitsubishi, shaking his head a little even as he smiled while he caught up so he could take Ronan's hand.]

You want me to meet a forest?