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[burnyoudown]

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[sphecophobic]

A ten, probably. I think it's insufferable.

[Kavinsky can probably pick up on the fact that Gansey doesn't really want to go. But getting out of it would be more complicated than Ronan would ever really understand. He couldn't just not go.]

But- you can whisper and tell me what you really think of all the rich assholes and political hopefuls.

[They're almost to the Camaro, but Gansey pauses, still holding onto his hand as he presses his other hand to his side, leaning up for a kiss.]

And I can maybe make it up to you.

[This was insane, ridiculous. There were a dozen reasons this was a terrible idea that he shouldn't even be considering- but he was. And more than just considering it, he wanted it. He wanted Kavinsky there, wanted to see him in a suit, wanted to steal a kiss behind a champagne flute just out of view. He felt warm just thinking about it.]

Yeah? You'll have to show me.

[burnyoudown]

Sounds like more of a reason I should go. Insufferable shit's always better with someone you know, right?

[He could be moral support or...something. He wasn't sure he'd ever legitimately been moral support for anybody ever but there was always a first for everything.

Humming into the kiss when they paused, he brushed his fingers through Gansey's hair. The more they talked about this the more he legitimately wanted to go. Part of it was maybe just to spite people who thought poorly of him or his family, but the other part- he wanted to go to be with Gansey. He might even get to meet his parents.]

I'm sure you could. And I will. I'll show you.

[sphecophobic]

Yeah. It is. Especially if it's you.

[He couldn't help grinning, almost humming in his throat with a flutter of his eyelashes as Kavinsky brushed his fingers through his hair. He'd wanted to ask him how he felt about maybe dating for real; which really meant, how he felt about Gansey telling Ronan. K's boys already knew, and they weren't the ones that he worried would take it badly. But all of a sudden it felt like they were talking seriously about K coming with him to DC, and it was so much more than he would have dreamed of asking for.

But he wanted it anyway. He pulls back from the kiss just a little, looking up into the other boy's dark eyes, leaning up eager and exuberant.]

You will? I want you to. I want- to have you there with me.

[He doesn't let go of him, doesn't pull away, just softly tugs Kavinsky with him the remaining distance to the Camaro. So he can lean back against the side of the car, pulling the other boy up against him. Really, he needed to get his keys out, get the car door open, get them inside... But that could wait a little bit longer.

He kisses him again, a pleased murmur on his mouth.]

[burnyoudown]

[It was flattering to know that Gansey wanted him along, knowing that he thought K made things more tolerable. Kavinsky could be pretty intolerable himself, he knew. Most of the time, it was on purpose.

It did feel like they were talking about this seriously, when Kavinsky'd started out joking about it. But now he was imagining himself there with Gansey, imagining the other boy in a suit, charming people, being ridiculously attractive. Kavinsky never got invited to things like this; he couldn't blame people, really, but part of him still did. So what if he wouldn't even want to go most of the time? It was the principle of the thing.]

I want to be there with you.

[He could be civilized for a few days; he could do it.

He hummed into the kiss, nipping gently at Gansey's lower lip when he pulled back.]

I won't embarrass you.

[Probably.]