[ Kavinsky wants to hear it all. As much as he hates himself for still caring about this shit, he still needs to know what Ronan has to say after all this time, good or bad, even though he might flip his shit if it's something along the lines of Ronan not having thought about him at all, which is the story they're both trying to hide behind for now.
But he knows it's not the truth and Ronan is a damn liar. Maybe he's a liar too, but he never claimed to be anything else. Ronan always has.
Ronan stares and Kavinsky watches him right back, the heat growing between them like it's never left. He can feel Ronan's arousal under his foot, but he doesn;t smirk, he doesn't goad Ronan with words, he just keeps moving his foot against the other boy's growing erection, wondering just how far he can get and if he even wants to (what a load of shit)]
You remember I killed myself, right? Don't know how much more fucking done I could get.
[ The words come out a mixture of angry and sad, mixed with this deep seated arousal that has only ever been Ronan. This is how it's always been with them, a mix of every emotion possible without ever acknowledging it. ]
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But he knows it's not the truth and Ronan is a damn liar. Maybe he's a liar too, but he never claimed to be anything else. Ronan always has.
Ronan stares and Kavinsky watches him right back, the heat growing between them like it's never left. He can feel Ronan's arousal under his foot, but he doesn;t smirk, he doesn't goad Ronan with words, he just keeps moving his foot against the other boy's growing erection, wondering just how far he can get and if he even wants to (what a load of shit)]
You remember I killed myself, right? Don't know how much more fucking done I could get.
[ The words come out a mixture of angry and sad, mixed with this deep seated arousal that has only ever been Ronan. This is how it's always been with them, a mix of every emotion possible without ever acknowledging it. ]