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[threesecrets]

[Ronan stays quiet at first, more than a little tense when Adam says that he doesn't know- but the last thing that he wants to do is to push. Surprisingly, it's Kavinsky who almost seems to try and reassure him. He's grateful for it, since at the moment Ronan hardly has the words to even try and express how he feels about all of this. And he knows that it would be easy for him to use this to put distance between Ronan and Adam, and he isn't.

He still struggles a little bit when Adam asks him what he wants. But he takes a breath, and looks at the other boy. Looks at him like he wants him, like he's not hiding it- even if he's never been particularly good at it.]

I want- all of it. It just felt.. selfish and greedy, and I didn't know if I was allowed to want it. But I want more than kissing. I want to watch you when you're studying and make you laugh and- I dunno, man. All of it.

[He wants to care about him, to keep him safe... to go see a movie he doesn't actually care about just for the opportunity to make out in a dark theater. He wants to be someone that Adam can let himself trust. He frowns and scuffs his one of his boots into the gravel, awkward and a little uncertain, his face still flushed.

Ronan meets Adam's eyes, and then looks at Kavinsky- like he can say in a look that he wants that with him, too. Checking to make sure that this is okay, that he isn't saying the wrong fucking thing. Part of why he hadn't said anything, hadn't kissed him, hadn't tried was that he was scared he'd fuck it up.

He thought that both boys were easy to want, even if they both hid it. Kavinsky behind sharp edges and Adam with invisibility. But once you really looked, you were fucked. Or at least Ronan was.]

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[Adam's stomach twisted, or maybe it was a flutter, like butterflies. He didn't think anyone had ever looked at him the way Ronan was looking at him right now. Had he been looking at him like that before? Had Adam just not realized? He swallowed.

It wasn't just a physical attraction, it was more than that. Ronan wanted a proper relationship. The idea made Adam's cheeks heat again. But could he share him with Kavinsky? He already had been, in a way, hadn't he? He'd been sharing Ronan's time with the other boy, maybe he could share his love, too--if it was love.]

I didn't know you were a romantic, man. [Kavinsky said.

But it was sweet. Ronan was sweet. He wasn't just all sharp edges and hard fists and venom. There was more to him than that. There was more to Kavinsky, too, and he desperately wanted to show Ronan. He didn't want to scare Adam away, either, mostly for Ronan's sake.

Tentatively, Adam moved closer to Ronan, reaching out to gently slide his hand in the other boy's.]

And you're sure you want us both?

[He wasn't doubting Ronan, exactly. It was more like he was doubting himself. What did he have to offer compared to Kavinsky? Not that he thought Kavinsky was better than him, but Adam was...plain and boring where the other boy was loud and wild and handsome.]

[threesecrets]

[Ronan had always tried to avoid looking at Adam like this- like he wanted him, but like it was more than that. Like his feelings were bigger than desire, a fire in his chest, eating him on the inside. The worse truth, was that his feelings for Kavinsky weren't really all that different. He hasn't quite said the word love to himself just yet, but that doesn't mean it isn't what he feels.

He flushes and shrugs his shoulders a little bit sheepishly when Kavinsky says he didn't know he was a romantic. He tries to make it careless, like it doesn't matter- but then he hesitates, curses on an exhale of breath. Venom was easier. This-- this was hard. But he's trying. With both of these boys that he can't resist.]

Fuck, I just.. I dunno, man. I always thought you'd laugh if I filled your car with roses or that sort of stupid shit.

[It was maybe an exaggeration, but the point was there, buried in the words- Kavinsky didn't seem like the romantic type, either. And the idea of having the other boy laugh at him for expressing how he felt was a horror worse than the ones from his dreams. He didn't know if Kavinsky wanted him without his sharp edges, if he wanted the soft affection that went with kisses against the Mitsubishi. But Adam- Adam seemed to accept the worst of him because he knew that Ronan was more than that.

So here he was, admitting that he was softer than he seemed, even a romantic. It steadies him from how off-balance he feels as Adam slides his hand into his own, and he curls his fingers against him, although it sets his heart racing. Almost overwhelmed, aching with want, and equally terrified. Not that he'd ever admit that outloud. But Ronan knew what a mess he was, how he was better at breaking things than anything else. But he swallows, nodding at the question, squeezing Adam's hand slightly- like he's proving to himself this is real.]

Yeah. I mean- if I could choose I would. But I can't help it. I- you're both important to me.

[He looks at Adam with that same intensity of before, wanting without his walls up.]

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You don't have to fill my car with them. Just give me a couple. I wouldn't laugh.

[No one had given him flowers before, probably because most people thought receiving flowers was for girls and that guys needed manlier things. Kavinsky was pretty fond of roses, though. Flowers in general, though he'd never admitted it. Was this an admission right now? Besides, who said roses couldn't be manly? With or without thorns.

Adam's heart fluttered. There was a lump in his throat. He kept having to remind himself that Ronan was choosing both of them, not one over the other, and that meant they were equally important to him. Adam was equal. He didn't usually feel that way. He usually felt like he was less than other people, a fake, a liar. He always worried someone would see right through him and now where he'd come from. But Ronan already knew and he was still standing here saying he wanted him.

He glanced over at Kavinsky, then back at Ronan.]

You are choosing. You're choosing both of us and that still counts.

[Maybe somebody else would have called Ronan greedy but Adam thought- maybe a relationship didn't always have to be just two people. Maybe it could be more. If the three of them didn't tear each other apart, at least.]

I like flowers, too.

[Adam's Henrietta accent crept out into his words; he was feeling a little shy, a little unsure. But he was doing his best to be open and honest about all of this--and accepting. He had a chance with Ronan and he didn't want to lose that.

He glanced at Kavinsky again.]

I'm- I'm okay with this if you are.

[Kavinsky considered it for a moment and then shrugged. Would he get jealous at some point or another? Probably. Would he get over it eventually? Also probably. Was he already wondering if he could lure Adam Parrish into bed with him someday? Most definitely.]

Yeah, sure.

[Maybe that didn't sound as enthusiastic as he intended it to- let him try again. After a second, he added-]

I've wanted Ronan for a long time. [For a lot of reasons, in a lot of different ways. Both sexually and nonsexually.] I'm not just- I can't just walk away.

[He was trying to say that he cared about Ronan too much to just up and leave. He wanted him, a chance at an actual relationship.]