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[burnyoudown]

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[burnyoudown]

Mmm.

[That was fair. Kavinsky liked Skov too- he liked all of his boys, of course. But he wasn't sure about romantically. Proko was different, though he might not have fully realized the extent things were different with him. Or with Eli. But he was starting to, maybe.

Especially with the way Elijah touched him. Kavinsky fought the urge to tip his face into Eli's hand, lest he give himself away as a glutton for physical contact.

Normally, he would have replied with an easily confident of course, they do, even though he knew better. He was sure there were people who didn't find him attractive at all, people who hated him. But that wasn't important right now. The important thing was how he couldn't look away from Eli's eyes, how badly he wanted to kiss him.]

So who do you like?

[It was maybe a juvenile question but he couldn't think of any better way to get to the bottom of things. Elijah had to like someone, didn't he? And he'd said- he said Kavinsky made things better. K might have played like he was doing his boys a favor by pulling them to his side but the truth was he was desperately lonely. He needed them just as much as they needed him, maybe more. He wanted someone to care about him, he wanted to feel loved and appreciated.]

[richspoiledrotten]

I--

[It may be a juvenile question, but that didn't make it easy. And the way that Elijah dodged around being specific about how he felt about Skov was sort of immature in its own way, too. And yeah, he had the excuse that he was still a bit punch-drunk, but that wasn't the real reason, either. So he falters a little at the question, struggling as he tries to find the right words.

Lying would be easier, of course.

But the thing is that Kavinsky already knows all of his big secrets, and somehow this seems.. easier to hold between them than the dreaming, or the fact that he was trans. The harder part is figuring out what to say, how to say it to him. Eli's struck by how Kavinsky is looking at him, dark eyes focused, like the answer isn't a joke, is something that matters. It's been easy, up until now, just to tell himself that it didn't matter, this was just what it meant to be in his circle. How could you resist being half in love with him?

But suddenly, it seems like more than that. And he nods softly, a little shy, even if he tries to hide it, to smooth it over into something better than that.]

It's you. I dunno how to say it, man. I just want this.

[It wasn't that he loved him yet. But whatever it was, this thing that drew him to K felt like more than a crush. Because he wanted late-night drives in K's Mitsubishi, he wanted him to see his dreams, he wanted everything he could get. He wanted to make him smile. He wanted new things he hadn't been willing to risk with anyone else. The idea that if he was going to climb into anyone's lap when he was like this, it had to be with K.]

[burnyoudown]

[He waited patiently, fingers sliding along Elijah's skin. Anyone else, he would've teased and prompted along the way, told them to spit it out or get on with it or something like that, but. Eli was one of his boys and this was- a soft moment. A moment he didn't want to ruin or break the mood of. He might not get it back if he did.

When Elijah answered, a thrill raced down Kavinsky's spine. He'd had a suspicion, more subconscious than anything, but it'd been there. He'd been especially drawn to Eli ever since the dreams, when he'd found out the other boy wasn't so different than him. He wanted kinship. He wanted to not feel or be alone.]

I like you, too, sweetheart.

[It was an easy confession and he smiled afterward, sliding a hand up into Elijah's hair, nails grazing gently against his scalp.

Someone else would've asked, maybe- someone else would've sought permission. Kavinsky didn't like asking. Instead, he leaned up, nudging his mouth against Elijah's in a soft kiss. He didn't lack confidence; he just didn't want to push Eli too much too fast.]

[richspoiledrotten]

[He doesn't know what he expected, but somehow it wasn't this. It wasn't the easy way that he says it, the way that sweetheart rolls off his tongue like an easy endearment. This thing that he's felt since before that night, but definitely after. Definitely when they were alone in Kavinsky's bedroom, with Elijah in just boxers and his tee-shirt, whispering I'm glad I met you as he clung to him like an anchor.

Someone that was like him, or at least someone that understood what it was like. What dreaming did to you, what it was to bend the lines of real and not real.

He shivered as Kavinsky's fingers trailed up, sliding into his hair, pulling a low murmur from his mouth as he looked at him. Stripped raw, too honest, feelings too real to be put into words. And then he kisses him and Elijah leans into it, fingers in his shirt tugging him in close. The way K kisses him is soft, but Elijah is too hungry to let it stay that way.

K isn't the only one that's a glutton for contact. Between fighting with Skov, and being here with K and the knowledge that he wants him, it's impossible to do anything but melt into him. He's ached for him, and he wants- he just wants- touch. He wants to touch, to be touched, and not feel like someone will look at him like an alien in his own skin.]

[burnyoudown]

[Kavinsky hadn't gone into this expecting to be told Elijah cared about him like that, either. But he didn't regret a thing. K'd wanted him, probably, since that night with the dead dreams in his bedroom. Since before that. But K had always been lonely and greedy and wanted. Was it really that greedy to want to be cared about, though? Or was it natural? He liked to think it was the latter, no matter how many times people told him it was the former.

He didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, fingernails scratching gently at Elijah's scalp, again. A light brush of his thumb. Kissing him felt right, like he should've done it weeks ago. He'd been letting Eli find his place in the pack though, get used to all of them without anyone pushing him about something sexual. Anyone else, Kavinsky would've been pushing, himelf, but- he knew when someone shouldn't be tested, when they might bolt. He'd just- he'd been being careful. He was capable of it, contrary to popular belief.

Right now, he wanted whatever Elijah was comfortable with, whether that was some kissing or something more. Sometimes, just making out was nice. Even if K was a sexual creature. Proko had cracked jokes about him being an incubus or deity before, after all.]

[richspoiledrotten]

[For what it was worth, Elijah didn't think it was greedy. Or at least, not a sort of greedy that he couldn't handle, because if it was, then he was greedy too. But then he'd always known that about himself, it was just that normally he didn't admit to it, didn't talk about it. Because admitting to it would mean admitting what he wanted, would mean talking about what he was, and why being greedy was uncomfortable.

But they'd already jumped that hurdle. So it wasn't scary now. Not with Kavinsky, not with the other boy's mouth on his, nails scratching against his scalp, and Eli's body leaning in to him like an ache that says more. To be honest, he appreciated the fact that Kavinsky had given him time, given him the space to find himself, to figure out where he belonged between all of them. Elijah would snarl if someone implied that he needed to be handled with a delicate touch, but the truth was that sometimes he did. Careful was what had let them get here, his fingers clutching against him, clinging to K's shirt.]

I.. I want you.

[He says it soft, gasped in between kisses. The words almost a little bit shy with how they murmur against the other boy's jaw. Because he's a sexual creature too, it's just-- complicated. Usually that means being alone behind closed doors. But with Kavinsky.. he trusts him. He wants more than that. But he's never-- it's tentative, even if it's honest, even if he means it. Something he probably couldn't have said if K had pushed him about it.

He covers it with a kiss, with an edge of something hungry and maybe wanton. It feels good, feels right, feels like Kavinsky out of anyone makes sense. Maybe that's ridiculous, but he knows and he wants Elijah anyway, has yet to look at him like it makes him different.]