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[burnyoudown]

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[sphecophobic]

[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.]

[burnyoudown]

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.]

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[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.]

[burnyoudown]

[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.]

[burnyoudown]

[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.]