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[burnyoudown]

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[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?