[Kavinsky tried to tell himself that it wasn't a big deal; it wasn't like it was the first time they'd had pizza together. Except that tonight it was just the two of them, no pretenses or bystanders. He very pointedly hadn't called it a date or anything, sticking with the safer question of do you want to hang out, mostly for Ronan's benefit. But the memory of the other night and the following morning still lingered heavy for him, made the very idea charge in a way that made his heart race.
He knew that things had changed. Whether it was Kavinsky admitting that he didn't want anyone else, or the fact that Ronan had stayed, driven him home... He didn't know the cause, but he could feel the shift of the tension between them. He'd known that he wanted Ronan Lynch like he wanted to breathe for a while, but he'd tried to play it cool. Like it wasn't as all-consuming as a forest fire.
But Ronan had said yes when he'd asked. And that was-- it was something. It meant that he hadn't fucked this up, yet. That wanting him for real wasn't enough to push this thing between them to breaking. He's not dressed up, but he is a little more put together; dark jeans and a dark patterned button down open over his usual tank top. There's a joke there- about how he hoped it was ugly enough Ronan would take it off him.
Thankfully, he had just finished setting the pizza up in the basement when he hears the door. There's a small cooler with drinks on ice, and the lights were a little low. The music was a playlist of Ronan's electronica; so most people probably wouldn't call the atmosphere romantic, but it was moody, at least. He smiles as he opens the door, a smirk curling his mouth, and he still wears his confidence like just another shirt, but with Ronan there are gaps if he looks.]
cutesy sexy and feelsy :>
He knew that things had changed. Whether it was Kavinsky admitting that he didn't want anyone else, or the fact that Ronan had stayed, driven him home... He didn't know the cause, but he could feel the shift of the tension between them. He'd known that he wanted Ronan Lynch like he wanted to breathe for a while, but he'd tried to play it cool. Like it wasn't as all-consuming as a forest fire.
But Ronan had said yes when he'd asked. And that was-- it was something. It meant that he hadn't fucked this up, yet. That wanting him for real wasn't enough to push this thing between them to breaking. He's not dressed up, but he is a little more put together; dark jeans and a dark patterned button down open over his usual tank top. There's a joke there- about how he hoped it was ugly enough Ronan would take it off him.
Thankfully, he had just finished setting the pizza up in the basement when he hears the door. There's a small cooler with drinks on ice, and the lights were a little low. The music was a playlist of Ronan's electronica; so most people probably wouldn't call the atmosphere romantic, but it was moody, at least. He smiles as he opens the door, a smirk curling his mouth, and he still wears his confidence like just another shirt, but with Ronan there are gaps if he looks.]
Hey, man.