burnyoudown | Open RP Post

ill still wear them for you if you want

[It's an easy flirtation, stealing the opening to try and lighten the tension -- at least for himself. Kavinsky seems pretty okay about the whole thing, which is actually reassuring. If he was as uncertain as Ronan, it'd probably just have exacerbated his uncertainty about asking in the first place. But he knows him well enough by now to know that smooth answers aren't always the truth.

And then Kavinsky says u could have an entire room if u wanted, and Ronan has to take a moment to catch his breath, gnawing teeth into his leather bands, just for the tactile feeling of it. Something to vent the feelings in his chest when Kavinsky wasn't actually here with him to take it. And the answer feels easy even if he struggles to wrap himself around it; easier than it should be.]

are you asking me to move in josey?

[He really was the best thief in Henrietta.

And maybe his text sounded a bit eager, but he was trying to make sure the question didn't have edges. He knew that sometimes Kavinsky backed off when Ronan flinched. So he didn't want it to sound like he was flinching. He doesn't really know how to say I still want to be in your bed when just the idea of all this nearly overwhelms him, but he thinks that the other boy knows anyway. Maybe it would be nice if the easier of Ronan's sullen storms meant retreating across the hallway, and not to the Barns.]

I like seeing u in my clothes

[Both because it was cute and sexy and because of possessive reasons. But as far as asking Ronan to move in with him went-

Was he? Was that what he was asking? It wasn't a scary thought, not really. His boys stayed over all the time and they had specific rooms they usually stayed in--when they weren't all piled into Kavinsky's room. Asking Ronan to move in or giving him a room so he could have some space of his own when he needed it...it was probably a big step. He wasn't asking Ronan to give up his own home, though--that would have been a big step. This was... it was still a step, he could admit to that much.

But it still didn't feel scary. The only scary part was worrying Ronan would back away from it. There was no pressure on the suggestion, it wasn't a make-or-break kind of thing. He hoped Ronan knew that.]

I think I am
do u want to?

yeah? i dont mind as long as youre watching

[In honesty, his reasons were about the same. There was a thrill to wearing K's clothes, even if the only reason his tee-shirts fit Ronan in the first place was because Kavinsky wore them loose on his thin frame. But they still smelled like him, felt a little like his fingertips on his skin in a way that made his face warm.

But then there was that question, and in truth- Ronan already knew the answer. It was just saying it, typing it and sending it to Kavinsky that felt difficult. Like something that he couldn't take back, even if he didn't really think that he would want to.]

fuck. yeah.
yeah, i think that i do.
long as i still get to sleep with you.

[It comes out softer than he really intends to allow, but it's too honest to take it back, so- he just leaves it like that. How much pretense can he really hang onto when they're talking about Ronan moving in with him, anyway?]

I'm always watching

[Okay, maybe that didn't quite come out the way he'd intended when he'd thought it. He didn't mean for it to sound stalker-y, just...how could he not watch Ronan when they were together? He was breathtaking.

He'd been half-worried Ronan would pull away from the subject, change his mind--if he'd made it up in the first place--or just...say he didn't want to. But Kavinsky felt warm as he read Ronan's reply.]

of course, sweetheart
sleep in my bed
have ur own room when u need or want it

[He just...he wanted Ronan to feel welcome and know that he deserved his own space, to know that Kavinsky was willing to give him his space when he needed it.]

yeah?
if you like watching
then maybe ill wear one of your shirts for you later

[He didn't mind giving Kavinsky an excuse to watch him, after all. And yeah, maybe it had come out a bit stalker-ish, but Ronan was in a good mood and didn't mind being kind enough to run with his intention.. in part because teasing him about it seemed like it would be more fun if he saved it for later.

And, well- there's something about the text that Kavinsky sends next that disarms him. He can't help feeling not just welcome, but wanted, and it warms him inside out. He swallows for a moment, smiling in part because he knows that Kavinsky can't see it.]

id like that a lot.
ill bring some stuff with me
and we can see how long it takes you to get sick of me

[More things than he'd originally planned on. Including probably a raven; not just things to stay overnight but like their lives might really fit together. He didn't know how to say how much he wanted that, but it's in between the lines of that almost-joke about Kavinsky getting sick of him.]

maybe u could give me a show too

[Wink, nudge. Trust Kavinsky to be able to make any moment perverted. But to be fair it'd already been leaning that way anyway. Or had it just been cute? Either way, he'd seen an opportunity and he'd taken it.]

sounds good
I doubt I'll get sick of u

[He couldn't say the same about Ronan getting sick of him though. It was always something he worried about.]

maybe if you say pretty please

[Whether things had been leaning towards cute or filthy was a matter of interpretation, and things were comfortable enough that Ronan didn't mind when Kavinsky started to push things in that direction. He didn't even really mind the fact that he was looking for a strip tease -- he didn't think he'd be particularly good at it, but he trusted him to appreciate it anyway.]

youre gonna have to put up with me for a while then

[Ronan hasn't shaken that part worried about pushing people away- even people like K, like Jiang and Skov and the rest of his boys.]

[Oh, he was talking about a different kind of show, but he'd accept a striptease, too. It'd be endearing if nothing else. And hot even if Ronan was bad at it.]

I don't say please for anybody
except maybe for u

[He'd probably make an exception for Ronan. Good thing he had some time to think about it and wrestle with the matter before he faced the other boy.]

I'll do better than put up with u

[With Ronan around, the house might actually feel like a home. Kavinsky might feel like he wasn't alone for a change.]

youre gonna make me feel all special

[Ronan wasn't thinking quite so explicit- at least not yet- but it wasn't like there was much he wouldn't do if Kavinsky actually did ask for it. He was half-teasing, though; he could probably get Ronan to play along even without saying please.]

yeah? be still my heart.

[It's flippant, but the truth is that the reassurance means more than Ronan really knows how to own up to in the moment. But- he wants it. He wants... he wants all the stupid shit. He wants a place where Kavinsky feels like he really has a home, a place that wont be as empty for Ronan as the Barns. The familiarity means a lot to him, but he misses the stories, the barefoot mornings, the constant sound of other peoples' lives close enough to touch his own.

He wants to admit that he loves a boy and wants that boy to touch him without feeling guilty. But he's still working on it.]

do u usually not feel special?

[If the answer was 'no', Kavinsky was going to have a lot of work ahead of him. He usually didn't care if someone felt special or not, even if they were special to him, but it was different with Ronan. Ronan deserved everything good.]

might be the only time ur heart gets a break
I plan on giving it a workout

just with you usually

[It's honest, almost shockingly so. That flicker of vulnerability, but somehow after talking about moving in, and coming to terms with the fact that he was one of Kavinsky's boys, it didn't feel like as much of a stretch. Letting Kavinsky in beyond the pretense and bravado to the softer spaces.]

yeah?
could maybe use the workout

[This time he gets the implication, but he's in a good mood, so he's willing to flirt in response. And he means it, even if the translation is more like could maybe use your hands on me.]

[That was...sad. Ronan should have more people in his life who made him feel special. He was special, and not just because of what he was. Kavinsky'd always thought he was, even before he'd found out he was a dreamer.]

if I'm the only one I guess I've gotta work harder

[So that Ronan would, hopefully, feel special with him all the time. He deserved it.]

uh-huh
stick around and u'll be in gr8 shape

well can't say I mind when you spoil me

[Maybe it was sad.

Kavinsky was different from Gansey, made him feel-- he still didn't quite know how to put it into words. But he made his chest feel light, made him feel alive, almost electric. Special.

Sometimes he even felt that way just hanging out with the other boys, Jiang and Skov and Swan and even Proko. Not that he didn't want to help Gansey find his King, but it had never mattered to him the way it did the others. He didn't need the favor, didn't need anyone to prove to him that magic was real. He had wanted to find Glendower because Gansey wanted it, and there was something charming about following him. But Kavinsky was--

This was what Ronan needed.]

yeah?
well let me finish getting my stuff together and then you can prove it

and maybe I'll put on that show for you

good
cause I like spoiling you

[It was his love language. He might have been shitty about expressing himself with words sometimes, but giving people things? He could do that easily and expect nothing in return except affection.]

okay
I'll be waiting

I wont let you get too impatient

[And it doesn't take Ronan too long to finish getting his things together, although the drive from Singer Falls back to Henrietta feels like it takes forever this time, and his fingers are twitchy on the steering wheel. He brings Chainsaw, and her cage, because if he's planning to stay for a while he's not leaving her alone at the Barns, even if he knows she's smart enough to be okay.

She'd be bored though, and angry at him when he got back. And who knows what trouble she'd cause just to make sure he knew she was cross.

Thus, she comes with him. Even if he's a little horrified at the thought of her picking up Kavinsky's language. He'll just pray she's curious enough about the new surroundings to avoid any interest in his colorful phrases. He hasn't caught her attempting Gansey's excelsior or anything, so he might be lucky.

So he parks the BMW, and then he's knocking on the door with what's clearly an overnight bag, a raven on his shoulders, and her cage sitting on the front steps by his feet. His heart raced in his chest.]

[Kavinsky wasted time around the house until Ronan was at the front door. At some point or another, he got bored but it was more or less entirely forgotten about as soon as he opened the door. Leaning against the doorframe, barefoot and dressed in old, slightly ratty clothes, he grinned.]

Hey, good looking.

[Opening the door wider, he stepped to the side to make room. He almost asked if Ronan needed help with anything, but it didn't look like he had much and he did have two hands.]

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