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[It had happened a few months ago. They'd run into each other at a party, which was nearly impossible in and of itself, as Gansey didn't typically attend Aglionby parties. But it was a Crew thing, and he'd mostly been hoping that he might find Ronan and be able to drag him home early before he got himself into too much trouble. But Ronan had apparently found another venue for drinking his feelings away.

Instead he'd ended up with a nearly empty red plastic cup, and Kavinsky making lewd comments. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe he was just tired of it but he'd told him to either do something about it or shut up.

Kavinsky had not shut up.
In truth, Gansey didn't think he'd really wanted him to.

He didn't let himself think of it, most of the time. Buried the awareness of it too deep for it to infect his conscious thoughts- most of the time. But it was there, behind his thoughts, it found him when he was alone. The fact that this was the year he was going to die.

So he lets the other boy kiss him. He kisses him back. And they fall into -- whatever this thing is that they have. They're not dating, not really. But they're something. It's a secret he keeps tucked away, even if he smiles when the other boy texts him. Finds excuses for long drives in the Camaro, and doesn't mention when they end up at Kavinsky's house in the suburbs.

And Gansey isn't stupid. He knows that Kavinsky is chaos incarnate. There's no way this ends that isn't messy, but Gansey lets himself believe that he can keep it together for just a little longer. It was only supposed to be a few kisses one night that no one would ever know about. But it's easy to draw it out, to give them another week, another month, until the end of the summer.

So Gansey knows this is going to explode in his face. He just can't help himself.

It's late when Gansey makes it back to the substance party, but that's the idea. When most of the party-goers have either drifted off or found a space on the ground to pass out on. He'd told Kavinsky earlier that he wouldn't be able to stop by before he left for DC, but he doesn't think he'll be able to sleep before Helen picks them up anyway.

So he's here. The Camaro parked far enough away so he doesn't have to worry about broken glass or stray flames, and he walks the rest of the way. He doesn't quite know what he's going to say, because earlier ignited a complicated cocktail of feelings that are still smoldering under his skin. Namely jealousy. He doesn't entirely know if it was Ronan, or the drunk girl that had been next to him in the car-- but Gansey was not supposed to be jealous about Joseph Kavinsky.

It was supposed to be a distraction, just a chance to feel something in case he never got the chance. But he was realizing that he cared, wished he could bring him with him to DC and laugh behind the back of every oil baron and political hopeful. He'd never ask, but he suspected Kavinsky could clean up nice, if he wanted to.

Gansey was in way over his head. He'd known Kavinsky was trouble, he just thought that trouble was limited to streetracing with Ronan. Not his heart.

Thankfully, Kavinsky is easy to pick out in a crowd, especially since it's mostly just embers. Just K and his dogs, leaning against Swan's Golf. There's a spark in Gansey's smile, still the hint of the boy from earlier. That quiet truth that if you dug deep enough there was a side to him that wasn't proper at all.]

Sorry I'm late.

[He's not sorry; and technically he's not even really late since he hadn't planned on coming at all. He just- he'd needed to see him. God, he's a mess.]

[His boys knew, of course. Or they knew sort of. They ribbed Kavinsky about the whole thing and usually, he laughed along with them. What was he doing kissing Dick Gansey? Gansey was handsome and charming in ways that Kavinsky wasn't--which wasn't to say K wasn't handsome or charming but his charm wasn't the same as Gansey's. Gansey's handsomeness seemed effortless, as if he could roll out of bed and go right about his day looking perfect. Besides that, he had a nice mouth and nice eyes. Kavinsky let his boys think it was all surface-level attraction. It was easier that way.

He was surprised to see Gansey there, but he didn't show it. He was riding a glorious high, shirtless, wearing his sunglasses no matter how late and dark it was. His heart tripped a little but he smirked, pushing away from Swan's car as Swan and Skov exchanged a look behind his back. Swan leaned in to say something in Skov's ear and the other boy started laughing. Knowing Skov right now it didn't even have to be funny; everything was funny when he was high.]

You know what they say; better late than never.

[What did it mean that Gansey had showed up? Did it mean anything at all? He knew, vaguely, what Gansey thought of him and most of it wasn't pretty. But he also had a smile that made Kavinsky want to set shit on fire. In a good way.]

You got something for me?

[It was a substance party, after all, but the only substance he was looking for right now was a kiss.]

[Gansey's eyes glitter in the dark, and he drinks in Kavinsky. He's gorgeous; slender but not delicate, all sharp lines and Gansey wants to trace his fingers where his jeans sit against his hips. Maybe he could stand to put on a little weight, but he still wears it well- he always looks sharp and beautiful. Especially now, when he looks in his element, like the dark king that everyone called him.

He couldn't help grinning for a moment just to see him like this. He knows that K's boys know, but he figures that Kavinsky wont let them ruin this. If anyone's going to pull this thing they have into the light, he figures it'll be K himself. Ronan will say something after a race and he'll be unable to resist pointing out that he's sleeping with his best-friend.

There's a hundred ways that Gansey can imagine Kavinsky throwing this in Ronan's face, or showing up to Monmouth with more than ID cards. And yet he didn't have the sense to get out first. He didn't want to. Normally it was that Gansey couldn't see the consequences until it was too late. With Kavinsky-- he just couldn't walk away, even knowing what he was walking into.]

A little something, yeah.

[He closes the distance between them, trying to not seem too eager, even if he is. Gansey slipping his index fingers into the loops of K's jeans, slowly leaning in to kiss him as he curls his hands against his hips. He lingers in it, but only for a few breaths, letting his lips graze against his jaw as he pulls back, murmuring words soft and low just for him.]

Maybe more without an audience.

[He should probably be more cautious, but- Kavinsky makes taking risks seem reasonable. And he really likes being near him, touching him, just... He likes how he makes him feel, how he quiets his thoughts for a while when they're together. Tethers him so he can just exist, just be here with the other boy. He can't help fantasizing for a moment about being able to spend the night or bring him back to Monmouth. To sleep curled up against him, or with his head in his lap, and just wake up next to this beautiful boy.

It felt hedonistic just to think of it.]

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I wanted to see you before I left.

[He says it like it's casual, and any other night he'd have believed it was, but tonight he knows better. Perhaps because of the odd way that things had started between them, but- when he's with Kavinsky he feels at his most honest. As if he doesn't need to pretend to be someone else, as if K takes who he is, not just who he can be for him. It's intoxicating, makes being greedy almost feel acceptable.]

[Kavinsky wouldn't have let any of his boys know even a little of what was going on if he didn't trust them to keep their mouths shut about it. They were good at keeping things quiet, even Jiang and Skov, who could talk about shit forever. When it came down to it, he knew he could rely on them.

He watched Gansey with a lazy grin, a little shiver running down his spine as the other boy touched him, kissed him. He made a soft noise, barely audible, and tried to chase Gansey's mouth when he pulled away. If there'd been other people watching, he would've never let himself look so desperate, but it was just his boys right now and they knew him better than anyone else.

For a brief moment, he thought of teasing him, asking if he was shy. K's boys had seen a lot worse than him fucking someone, but- maybe he didn't want them to see or know. Maybe he wanted some things to be private. Not a secret, just- not for prying eyes.

But there was more to it than that, he was sure. Gansey was more on the proper side, and as frustrating as that was sometimes, it was also endearing.]

Drive me home and we can do whatever you want.

[Or even just somewhere dark and secluded. He wouldn't be opposed to fucking around anywhere.]

How long are you going to be gone?

[The way that Kavinsky shivers, the sound that he makes- he almost lets him catch his mouth, but teases him just a little instead. He's still a little bit jealous, if he's honest.

And Gansey is sure that the boys know about K and Gansey, but there's something different about having an audience. He is a little bit proper, which he'd expected to push the other boy away at first. But Kavinsky has been accommodating and honestly rather understanding. So he likes their privacy, but also he likes having Kavinsky all to himself for a little while.

He reaches up and cups his face, smiling at him, his expression warm and a little softer than usual.]

I'll drive you home.

[Or well. At least get him to the car. Some place at least a little bit private. But it's not like it would be the first time they'd fooled around in the Camaro. No part of that car was made for comfort, but it was easy to forget that when Kavinsky wanted to make him feel good. He would take him home, of course- it just might be slightly delayed, depending on how handsy the other boy was feeling.]

Just a couple days. I almost wish I could take you with me.

[The words murmured low, a wistful sigh between them. The sort of fondness that felt like more than what they were supposed to be. But it felt impossible to try and pretend now that he knew better.]

Good.

[He smiled, not looking away from Gansey's eyes. Lynch might have been good at uncomfortable silences but he wasn't the only one who'd mastered the art of long eye contact. Except Kavinsky wasn't doing it to make Gansey uncomfortable. It was just- he had lovely eyes and eye contact was intimate.

There might not have been a single part of the Camaro that had been made for comfort, but Kavinsky could easily make Gansey forget all about that when it was just the two of them together.]

Who says you can't take me with you?

[He was teasing but also...what serious, real, valid reasons did Gansey have for not being able to take Kavinsky with him? ...Besides all of the ones he could think of off the top of his head.]

[Gansey smiled, couldn't help feeling a little bit helpless at the way that Kavinsky didn't look away from him. So he just- he reached out, catching the other boy's hand with his own, a slight tug as he started to lead him away from his boys and towards where he had parked the Camaro.

And then there was that question, and he laughs a little bit wryly, a slight tilt of his head as he looked at him. His heart doing something strange and unexpected. There were a half dozen reasons, but he was sure that they both knew what they were. So instead he focuses on the other parts of it. Lets himself- maybe both of them- pretend that they could. Traitorous and daring.]

Would you want to come? You'd have to drive up- Helen's picking me up in the helicopter, and I don't think there'd be room. And you'd have to let me see what you look like in a suit.

[He grins at that last part, shooting Kavinsky an almost filthy sort of look- the sort of thing that was just for him, that no one else had ever pulled out of him.]

[It didn't take much encouragement for Kavinsky to start following after Gansey, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

He thought about it, really thought, as they walked. It'd be boring, probably. But he'd also have near-infinite chances to make Gansey blush and try to corner him somewhere alone to fool around. The Kavinskys weren't exactly high society, but he did actually own a suit. Sure, it might have been for Halloween the previous year, but it was still a suit.]

On a scale of one to ten how boring do you think it's going to be?

[That was clearly the biggest concern and not everything else.

He smirked, a quick flash of teeth. He had a feeling showing Gansey how he looked in a suit would end up with his clothes on the floor.]

I'll have you know I clean up nice.

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.

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.

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.]

[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.]

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