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[devilofaboy]

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[dreamforger]

[His attraction to Ronan had never really been casual. Maybe in those first days when it had just been because he was gorgeous and dangerous and had a smile like a threat. But he'd been fucked as soon as he'd gotten to know him, realized he was even more tantalizing under the surface. He hadn't been able to help falling for him, even back when he thought he hadn't had a chance. And then he'd invited him to one of his parties, and Ronan had shown up, and they'd raced, and he'd smiled, and Kavinsky had thought to himself maybe.

At the question, Kavinsky grins a little bit sheepishly. He's been avoiding that exact thing, even if in his heart he wanted to, he wanted to tell Ronan how special he was. But it seemed like it should be okay if he'd asked for it; or that was what Kavinsky told himself, at least. He gently cupped his hand against Ronan's face, gently squeezing their laced fingers, looking at him with helpless affection as he smiled softly.]

I just.. I never wanted to date someone until I met you. I can't see anyone else when you're around. You're fucking magnetic, and I want- you know. All the sappy stupid shit. And I want you to know me. Secrets and all. More than just the asshole racer, forger, drug addict. I want you for real- to wake up next to you and see you smile.

[It's inelegant and earnest, handing Ronan his heart and trusting that Ronan wants to keep it. But he tries to say the thing that he thinks is important, about the fact that he does want Ronan. More than just the sex and the racing and the parties, he wants this too: laced fingers and sweet kisses and dancing in the kitchen and laughter. So happy his heart ached for the beautiful boy in his arms. He leaned in, letting his hand slide down Ronan's body, curling lightly around his waist. His heart raced in his chest, erratic with the thrill of saying it outloud:

I want to date you.]

[devilofaboy]

[There it was, out loud. His brain stuck on I never wanted to date someone until I met you for a moment before catching up with the rest in a hurry, trying to commit every word to memory. God, but he wanted this boy. He wanted him in every way.

His heart was racing and he felt like his hands were trembling, but he wasn't quite sure if he was expecting them to or if they really were. Knowing what he wanted, feeling like he was allowed to have it, was a difficult thing for him. But he knew what he wanted right now, he just- was he allowed to have it? Did he deserve Kavinsky? Did Kavinsky deserve him? Which wasn't- it wasn't that Ronan thought that highly of himself, it was more along the lines of 'did K deserve someone better?'. The answer was probably, but Ronan felt greedy. He wanted Kavinsky all to himself.]

Fuck it. [He said on an exhale, in a rush, before he lost his nerve, and continued,] Let's date. I can't think of anyone but you most of the time. You- [He stumbled over his words for a moment.] -you remind me what it's like to be happy.

[Sometimes, Ronan felt like the only reason his heart still beat was to see Kavinsky, to race, to go to one of his parties, to kiss him and hold him. Sometimes, he didn't feel like he had a lot to live for, but there was always K. K made things better.

Ronan couldn't imagine a life where he let Kavinsky slip through his fingers.

He wanted to know him, too. His secrets and everything else. He wanted to wake up next to him in the morning and know they had something real.]