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[burnyoudown]

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[threesecrets]

[They were better than his last attempt; more attentive, even the tint was the right shade. But they were not what he was supposed to be bringing back from his dreams, and they both knew it. What do you want? There was something about Kavinsky's approval that made him shiver despite the warmth of the day, and the humidity that would be drowning by mid-afternoon.

He doesn't flinch when the other boy's fingers brush against the side of his dreamt shades. Kavinsky needling against the proximity that Ronan had started, almost nose-to-nose, and his heartbeat skips, twists in his chest. His pulse is racing, rabbit-fast in his veins. But he looks at the other boy like he's steady, eye to eye through the sunglasses. He laughs like it's something sharp at the question, a flash of teeth that settles into a curve of his lips that looks shockingly like a smile.]

I don't know, man. Fuck you.

[But it's not a tone meant to cut. They're so close it feels like he almost has to kiss him, like the pull is magnetic- he can't escape the draw. He hovers on the edge. And then he falls, closing the slight gap between them. Clumsily pressing their mouths together so lightly it might be a dream. Conflicted and caught in this senseless attraction, but he lets the touch linger, offering something he doesn't have words for.

It almost feels too soft, too drenched in longing to be real. But they never kiss in his dreams, not even with Kavinsky's hands on his skin so hot that it leaves him feeling molten when he wakes. But it has that same feeling- being sharper and brighter and more than the real world has to offer.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky had been two seconds away from saying something like don't tempt me or only in my dreams when Ronan kissed him. He went completely still for a moment, surprise and hope flaring through him. All of the times he'd dreamed about the other boy, touching, kissing, fucking--he'd never thought any of them would really become reality. He wanted more than just the physical things though, he wanted to not be alone, to have Ronan at his side.

As dream-like as the moment felt, he knew he had to be awake right now because Ronan kissed him way more gently than he ever did in Kavinsky's dreams. It made his heart stutter.

Without hesitation, he reached up to grab onto Ronan's shoulder, fingers pressing against his skin, and kissed him back. He took care not to be too aggressive, but he clearly knew what he was doing. He wanted to kiss Ronan forever, to make out until their mouths were sore, but he drew back after a moment or two-]

I guess we've been dreaming the same things.

[threesecrets]

[Ronan gasped softly against the other boy's mouth as he touched him, kissing him back. Kavinsky was good at it, even if he didn't kiss Ronan nearly as hard as he'd imagined. Somehow, the way they kissed like this, almost sweetly- it felt real. Dream-like only for how he hadn't dared to believe that this was something that he could have.

His skin felt hot, like he was burning, and not because of the heat or the sunlight, or anything except the boy he was pressed against. Ronan didn't know how to want someone in pieces, how to have restraint when it came to feeling things. He wouldn't have kissed him if he didn't want everything. He wanted it all, but K had never seemed... Ronan hadn't either, if he's being fair. Not in fucking Henrietta, Virginia. Not when it would mean being vulnerable.

He'd half expected Kavinsky to punch him, somehow. The fact that he wanted him was almost more difficult. But he doesn't pull away, just leans into the pressure of K's fingers against his shoulder. His voice is soft, almost fond.]

Yeah, it seems like it.

[He pulls back, but lest Kavinsky think that Ronan's pulling away from him, he just takes his dreamt sunglasses off, folding them and setting them on the hood of the car, before flicking his fingertips against the temple of K's shades, a slight hint of laughter to his voice.]

I'm not fucking making out with you with your shades on, asshole.

[Which was a way of saying- Ronan would kiss him again. If he wanted to. He just wanted to see his eyes when he did it.]

[burnyoudown]

[Ugh. He would have gladly made out with his sunglasses on, mostly because he was high and the light was bright, but- there wasn't much he wouldn't suffer through for Ronan.]

Gonna make me suffer for the pleasure of kissing you, huh?

[It sounded more like a joke than like he really minded. And really, he didn't mind that much. Even if he squinted after he took off his sunglasses, setting them to the side.

His fingers drifted across Ronan's shoulder, up the side of his neck, to brush along the back of his head. His touch was almost feather-light, and not because he was worried about breaking Ronan. More like he was worried about spooking him and sending him running. He didn't want to ruin this moment.

He leaned in closer-]

Lucky for you, you're worth it.

[-and then kissed Ronan again.]

[threesecrets]

Just a little.

[Ronan grins, leaning in a little bit in anticipation. Fuck but he's beautiful. It makes his heartbeat hitch just to look at him, just thinking about-- And then he shivers with the way that Kavinsky's fingers trail from his shoulders up against his neck. It's feather-light, gentle in a way that makes his skin feel hyperaware of the contact.

Ronan reaches up to brush fingers against the side of Kavinsky's face, looking into his eyes. Touching just because he can, just because he doesn't have to hide it anymore. He's not running, even if his heart races in his chest and he knows there are all sorts of reasons why this is a bad idea.

But he's tipsy on beer and dreams and the proximity of the other boy. And he just doesn't care.

He flushes a little when Kavinsky tells him that he's worth it. And then the other dreamer kisses him, and Ronan kisses him back without hesitation. It's not as soft and sweet as the first time, it's want-want-want, even if he's not as good at it as K is, there's heat and enthusiasm. And Ronan is a fast learner.

But for the moment he just gives Kavinsky everything that he can, fingers curling into the short strands of his hair, his other hand splaying against the side of his ribs, clinging with all the desperation he's been hiding behind fists and clenched teeth and venom.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky didn't give a single flying fuck how good or bad Ronan was at kissing. Inexperience was endearing in this case and he would gladly teach the other boy through practice. Really, it would just be an excuse to kiss even more.

He wanted more than kissing, and for a change he didn't mean sex, though he wanted that, too. He wanted to be able to call Ronan his, to know that even if they fought or Ronan ghosted him or whatever, he'd still have the other boy. At the same time, he was a little afraid that Ronan might not want that, that this was just kissing in the heat of the moment, figuratively and literally.]

I want you- [Kavinsky murmured in between kisses.] As in- [Not how Ronan would probably take it. It was easy to default to sex when Kavinsky was that kind of person, but.] -I want you to be my boyfriend.

[He'd never had a boyfriend before, not really, but he wanted Ronan more than he wanted to live. He needed him like he needed to breathe. And maybe he was in love but he was keeping that card close to his chest for now. He was sure talking about something like that would scare Ronan away.]