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[burnyoudown]

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[smiledevilish]

Whichever you're comfortable with.

[Which he means honestly, even if his tone is just a touch teasing. Dimitri is still a shitty teenage boy and he doesn't know how to care about someone else's comfort without making it at least a little bit of a joke. But he knew that dreams weren't always pleasant, knew that nightmares didn't always follow the rules, so he wasn't going to push. Especially after the mess the other boy had been through with Ronan.

But then Kavinsky is stepping out of the car, and Dimitri manages to get out of the way of the car door- but only just barely. He grins sharply, but then he was pushing him up against the side of the car as he reached for the door to the backseat and the smooth assurance fractured, betrays his longing for a moment. He couldn't help it, not with the proximity, the way that they're almost chest to chest, and he leans into it just a touch. It's just a moment where his eyes linger on the way his collarbone shows under the collar of his shirt, on his mouth- then he gets his shit together and he smirks when Kavinsky tells him to get in.

Under normal circumstances he would probably have made a sly comment about the backseat of K's car. But since he'd just flustered and was pretty sure Kavinsky had caught it, Dimitri was pretty sure it would be at his own expense. So he just slides into the backseat without a snarky comment to say about it.

He's been trying to pretend he had better reasons for trying to catch him than jealousy. Which he did. But it didn't mean that he wasn't.]

[burnyoudown]

[Oh. He saw how Dimitri reacted when he had him pressed up against the car. It was the kind of thing that made Kavinsky want to kiss him. He couldn't say he didn't usually kiss people he barely knew because he usually did, but... This probably had more to do with being lonely and recently rejected than anything else. Though Dimitri was easy on the eyes and he'd just told Kavinsky he could enter his dreams. He was just desperate not to be alone, to have someone he could really connect with.

After Dimitri was in the backseat, Kavinsky slid in with him, crowding against him a little, bumping his knee against the other boy's because he still had no concept of personal space. He left the door hanging open for now, slouching down and leaning his head back.]

So how do we do this? If I wanted to let you into my dreams?

[He hadn't shared a dreamspace with anyone before, and he was too relaxed and broken right now to get upset over admitting he didn't know something about dreaming. He imagined it was probably as easy as going to sleep and seeing what happened, but for a surprising change he figured it was better to ask first.]

[smiledevilish]

[It runs a shiver down his spine when Kavinsky slides in after him, the other boy's body crowding in against him. Knees bumping together through the fabric of their jeans, but Dimitri isn't as obvious about it this time, at least. It wasn't quite as intimate as Kavinsky having him pressed between his body and his dreamt car, the way it made a riot of his nerves. Instead he just smiles, warm and easy as he looks him over in the contained space.]

Easy. We dream like usual, and I'll come find you.

[Really, even if Dimitri hadn't been biased toward Kavinsky in the first place, it wasn't like he was a difficult boy to be attracted to. He was gorgeous in that shadowed way that he had about him, but with something almost delicate in the line of his cheekbones that made him want to trace them with his fingertips. But those were not the sort of thoughts he wanted to bring into the dreams with them, so he tried to clear his thoughts.]

I'll show you how after.

[burnyoudown]

That easy, huh?

[He shifted a bit, digging into one of his pockets for a few green pills. They didn't have anything to wash them down with, but it wouldn't be the first time he'd taken pills dry. It wouldn't be perfect and it wasn't exactly pleasant, but it would work. He eyed them for a moment, then tipped his hand towards Dimitri.]

You need a sleep aid?

[He didn't figure that everybody could fall asleep on command, but he didn't know what someone else who also dealt in dreams was capable of. He didn't want to make assumptions, just this once. He was making assumptions in other cases though, like assuming that Dimitri was attracted to him. Or maybe it was wishful thinking, after being rejected by Lynch.]