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+ Open post for Alex Jiang, puppy of the dream pack
+ M/M for romance and smut and such hijinks
+ Ship him with basically any trc boy tbqh
+ Kavinsky and Skov and Ronan are favorites, though
+ Headcanons TBA
+ safeaslife#0150 for questions or plotting

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hey are you busy tonite?

[It was a Friday afternoon after classes had ended for the day at Aglionby and Kavinsky was, among other things, bored and lonely. He was already planning things out if Jiang said he wasn't busy. He could order take-out; pizza or burgers or something. They could watch a movie in the basement. Maybe he could even convince Jiang to spend the night.

Kavinsky's mother was out of town for the weekend so there was more or less a zero chance she could kill the mood. Opportunities didn't get more perfect than this.]

nah just got homework and a set of photos I wanna develop but it's nothing I can't put off till Sunday
why you got a suggestion?

[He knew that he did, of course.

But usually that meant a party or at least the rest of the pack, and Skov would have buzzing about movie night or whatever they were calling their excuse to hangout that week. But Skov had been complaining about how bored he was going to be, and there hadn't been the usual planning of drinks and everything else. So this seems- different, but Jiang tries not to read into it. He wants to, of course, but he tries to resist the urge even if his heart skips.

But he's always been easy for K.

He's been attracted to Kavinsky before they officially met. First as a boy that he ached to sketch, then just that car. But Kavinsky as a person was better than either. He believed in him. That the person he was meant something, was worth something. That he could have his dreams instead of the life that had seemed scripted.

And so while he's not officially enrolled in any art classes- nothing that goes on a list his parents would see- he's been building up his portfolio, sketches and photographs, sometimes paints and charcoals. It feels like stealing something in a way that makes him almost giddy.

And he never would have dared this thing he's doing before; secretly talking to art programs that had been nothing but heart-deep secrets before Kavinsky. So he'd follow him pretty much anywhere.

It wasn't as obvious as with the others because Jiang wasn't as much of a fighter, wasn't bruised knuckles and split lips that declared their devotion in every drop of blood. But his loyalty still ran to the heart.]

i was thinking we could hangout
i could order a pizza if you're in the mood
around 7?

[Kavinsky usually organized pack hangouts, nights for all of his boys to get together. Sometimes, he doled out individual attention, times for one-on-one evenings. Sometimes, not often, because he thrived with all of his boys around. He thrived watching them thrive, knowing he'd given them the space and courage and chance to be themselves.

He was a king and his boys were his princes. If he was a dragon, they were his hoard. If he was a deity, they were his devotees. He could make comparisons until he was breathless but they all boiled down to one thing; they needed each other. He needed them. And yet he was still lonely. It was loneliness born from being different, not one of a kind but rare. Rare enough that sometimes he felt like a caged animal and flinging himself at the bars only got him so far.

He wished he could be honest with all of them. He wished he could tell all of his boys what he was, what he could do. Would they understand? Would they think he was a freak? He would be lost without them. Sometimes, he daydreamed that he told them and they accepted him and became closer as they all kept his secret. The most important part was this; he wished he could tell Jiang. He was sweet. Sweeter than Skov, who could be pretty damn soft when he wanted to be.

Jiang was...- sometimes, Kavinsky worried that putting his hands on him would taint him somehow. That getting what he wanted would mean ruining the other boy. It wasn't that Kavinsky didn't enjoy corrupting others to a certain extent, but this was a different worry. Not corrupted but ruined. Sullied in ways he couldn't put into words. It wasn't particularly often that Kavinsky thought of himself as a terrible force capable of destroying everything he touched but...the thought was still there.

It didn't stop him from being hopeful, though.]

sure that sounds great.
I'll meet you at your place?

oh and if I brought my camera
could I maybe get some pics of you?
if you don't mind.

[Jiang was actually a little bit nervous about asking. It was.. different, somehow. Sure, he'd taken candids before, snapped photos on his phone. He almost always took pictures at Kavinsky's parties, or when people were hanging around before the races. But this was.. it was intentional. It would just be Kavinsky and Jiang and his camera. No way to hide the way that he looked at him, the way that he wanted him.

He liked photography because as much as it was about art, there was always truth to it. But it was that element that made taking pictures of Kavinsky a little bit nerve-wracking. Especially if he was going to show him how they came out at the end. Because that was intention and want printed out on photo paper. It was choosing what parts mattered, what you focused on.

He wasn't sure if he could take pictures of Kavinsky that didn't look like desire.
Like love.

But there were quotes he'd read about that: things like only photograph what you love and how photography was all about secrets: the secrets we all have and never tell. There was one he couldn't quite remember, but something about how photographs made things more real than reality. And maybe, if Kavinsky thought the boy he was- the one his father would never understand- deserved to have his own dreams, he could offer him this in return.

Love and secrets and something real; these things that he felt for him. Taking pictures for what he couldn't say in words.]

yeah
and sure
i don't mind

[He wasn't shy; he didn't mind getting his picture taken. He also fully supported Jiang's passion and hobbies. He supported whatever the other boy wanted to do with his life that made him happy. That was the most important thing in the world when it came to figuring out what you wanted to do for work or even just a hobby. Sometimes, Kavinsky wished he had healthy hobbies, himself.

For a moment, he thought of teasing Jiang, of throwing in something like 'nude photos?' or something else equally playful, but instead, he let the opportunity pass him by. He should have gotten a medal for his restraint, though really it was because Jiang had never asked him properly like this, one on one. It made Kavinsky feel...warm. Something akin to flattered.]

great
I'll see you later then

[Jiang absolutely wanted nudes, but he probably would have flushed a little over it. And even if Kavinsky wouldn't see it, Jiang was typically an easy read about things like that. Or maybe K just paid enough attention to be able to tell, and Jiang didn't really bother trying to hide things from the other boy. Just one secret, and more because it was frightening than anything. Because he didn't have the words to say it in. His desires were intense, things he felt with the beat of his heart, but saying it felt all but impossible, no matter how much he burned.

It meant so much to him how much Kavinsky supported him and believed in him. All of the boys were encouraging, but it was different with him. A sort of nuanced attentiveness that made Jiang all but glow, sometimes.

He shows up just a few minutes before seven, and he's not exactly overdressed ~~not like it was a date~~ but his jeans are a little tighter and a little bit lower on his hips (and they made his ass look great, according to Skov's commentary a few weeks back). His top brushes just above the hem of his pants, not quite showing skin- unless he were to bend or shift or do anything other than breathe, and the vertical mesh stripes across the back are a touch of something enticing, even if they're covered by his jacket for the moment. He has a few more earrings and rings than he usually wears to a night out, but has his camera bag slung over one shoulder.

Okay, so... maybe he had decided to lean a bit towards date-vibes. You know, just in case.

Because if his king did mean it, he wanted to make sure that he seemed interested. Honestly if Kavinsky meant it, Jiang would paint a sign in jagged letters that matched the knife on the Mitsubishi saying please. But he was trying to not seem desperate or like he was assuming more than Kavinsky had offered; ie, he did not bring flowers. So this was just hanging out and pizza and some pictures.

Not a big deal.
Right.

He took a breath, running a hand through his hair, the sides freshly shaved after his shower. And then he knocked on the door.]

Edited 2022-08-13 06:06 (UTC)

[It was just a casual hang out. One on one. No strings attached. Except there sort of were and Kavinsky was sort of hopeful it could become something more than just hanging out. He was trying to be casual about it. Chill. No pressure. It wasn't like he'd kick Jiang out of the pack or something if things went sour; Kavinsky wasn't that petty. He didn't want to make things awkward, either, but there was only one way to find out how things would go.

Kavinsky was absolutely not hovering around the door waiting for Jiang when he heard him knock. Nope. Totally. Except he was there pretty quick, barefoot but wearing a pair of dark, slim, expensive, distressed jeans ripped at both knees, and a sleeveless t-shirt that would have showed off his muscles...if he'd had any. It wasn't a bad look though, either way.

He took a moment to look Jiang up and down after opening the door, casual and yet intense at the same time. Jiang looked good but then again, Kavinsky was of the opinion that he always looked good. Sometimes, he wondered what the other boy looked like in the morning, hair messy from sleep. He'd bet he was just as attractive.

After a split-second too long, his gaze snapped back up to Jiang's face and he grinned.]

Hey, man. It's good to see you.

[He stepped to the side, opening the door wider and gesturing Jiang inside.]

[Honestly, Jiang didn't really catch the way that Kavinsky looked at him, only because he was busy looking over the other boy himself. The way that his shirt clung to his body and showed off his slender arms, how his jeans made his legs look even longer. He was always gorgeous, of course. But it felt like there was something special about tonight, or maybe he was just being hopeful.

He wanted to kiss him, but honestly that was a constant thought. Jiang wanted Kavinsky's hands on him, he wanted the other boy to ruin him in all of the best ways possible. He wanted all of the things that he'd only dreamed about, wanted Kavinsky to show him all of the things that people whispered about in stories and rumors. Jiang just-- he tried not to be obvious. All the boys in the pack were gorgeous, but Kavinsky was the one he couldn't get out of his head.]

Hey, thanks. You look good- glad I brought my camera.

[It's a little bit teasing, and he smiles, bright and pleased as he follows the other boy into Kavinsky's suburban mansion. It's far from the first time he's been to the other boy's place, so he toes off doc martens, and drops his camera bag on the end of the couch. Joined a moment later by his jacket, which reveals that his shirt is a bit more suggestive than at first glance- skin that shows through the panels of black mesh.

It's definitely still Jiang's style- somewhere between emo punk and goth- but this is literally the first time he's actively tried to look sexy, like something made to be desired. He tries to not make a big deal about it, even if part of him almost wants to ask K what he thinks, but he buries the urge. Instead he just hooks his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans and trails over to Kavinsky.

Like it's magnetic.]

[Kavinsky was subtly aware of the way Jiang looked at him, though only in the sense that he noticed subconsciously while checking him out. He processed it properly after the fact when he was stepping aside to let Jiang in. He held onto that little nugget of realization, turning it over and over in his head like it was gold as he smiled at Jiang's comment.]

I always look good.

[Which was a lie. There were plenty of times when he looked like shit and felt like shit. But it was a bit flirtatious, an easy confidence that he'd perfected long ago.

He tried not to be obvious as he watched Jiang take his jacket off, and he resisted the urge to reach out and touch the other boy, comb his fingers through his hair or something. He had to shove his hands in his pockets to keep them from twitching in Jiang's direction. He'd already set up a folding table in the basement and had some beer chilling in a cooler for them. It wasn't extraordinarily fancy but it was still more than he usually did for hanging out.]

You still like the usual on your pizza?

[Jiang paid enough attention to Kavinsky that he knew it was a lie. He'd seen the shadows in his eyes here and there, even if he didn't know what caused them. Nights where the other boy was manic, too distressed to seem as gorgeous as he usually did. And Jiang accepted that about him- but he wasn't about to point it out, either. So he just laughs easy and steals a second glance at the other boy.

He likes the way that he wears that easy confidence, and it's certainly better than the alternative.

Once he has his jacket off, he feels almost exposed. But it's more of a good thing than anything; just the two of them, with only Kavinsky here and looking at him. And god, he wanted him looking at him.]

Yeah; pepperoni pizza is a gift.

[He follows after him, sort of like a puppy, Or maybe it's just more obvious when they're alone, and there's no one else to pull the attention from him, to distract from how he watches Kavinsky. Jiang is bright, but the other boys are louder. Sometimes he gets lost in the noise, but he doesn't mind. The people he needs to see him are the ones around him, and they all do. But take away everything else, and he's far more obvious than he's used to.]

[He appreciated that Jiang didn't call him on his bluff. He was also going to assume that, because Jiang didn't have any reason to flatter him at the moment, he thought Kavinsky was hot. Of course, he could have been reading into things too much.]

Good. 'Cause that's what I ordered.

[He slung an arm around Jiang's shoulders as he guided him towards the kitchen, where the pizza was still boxed and sitting in the oven to keep warm. Reluctantly stepping away from Jiang when they were in the kitchen, Kavinsky pulled the pizza box out and headed for the basement stairs.]

I got everything set up downstairs.

[He didn't have any candles, but the lightning downstairs was still moody, set to low instead of bright. Combined with the table and cooler of beer...it was decidedly more date-like than he'd originally let on.]

[Jiang smiled, leaning slightly into the boy's side as he wrapped an arm around his slender shoulders, leading them into the kitchen so that he could pick up the pizza- and then Kavinsky was guiding the way downstairs. It was pleasantly moody, with the lights down low, a cooler of beers set out on a table that was definitely a lot nicer than what the other boy usually broke out for pack get-togethers.

He debated again between saying something and just enjoying the evening, but Jiang wasn't really the sort to stay quiet. But he gets two beers out of the cooler, twisting the caps off before handing one to Kavinsky, and then taking a sip of his own.]

This is really nice, K.

[He looks at him with intention, letting his gaze linger on the other boy and slide up to meet his dark eyes with his own. The beer was cool against his tongue as he takes another sip, moderately suggestive as his mouth wraps around the bottle for a moment.]

Is this a date? I mean- I thought about bringing you flowers, but I didn't want to assume anything. But, now I feel like maybe I should have.

[It's true, but it's also a touch of offered vulnerability. Trying to make the question easier so that there's less of that pressure, casually answering the question of whether he wants it to be a date or not. It'd be easy to say that he doesn't play his emotions quite so tight to his chest as the rest of the boys, but the truth is a bit more nuanced: he doesn't hide his emotions with them. He trusts Kavinsky and the rest of the pack. But his heart still races in his chest, looking at the other boy softly.

He knows Kavinsky wouldn't throw him out of the pack for having a crush on him of all things, but it makes him flush a little. In truth the idea of him saying yes is nerve-inducing even if Jiang aches for it. He's never really been on a date before. Certainly not with someone he was actually attracted to- the boy that he thought about most in his inappropriate thoughts.]

[Kavinsky set the pizza box down on the table before taking the beer Jiang got out for him. For a moment, he let himself soak in the pride of the fact Jiang thought this was nice. And then he asked that question and Kavinsky wasn't sure how to answer at first.

He looked down, pressing his fingers against the cool glass of the beer bottle while he thought about that. Clearly, Jiang wasn't upset about the idea of this being a date or else he wouldn't have brought up 'I thought about bringing flowers'. No one had ever given Kavinsky flowers before. He wasn't sure he'd know what to do with them but he wouldn't scoff at them, either.

Looking at Jiang through his lashes, he bit his tongue, trying to work out something appropriate to say that wasn't something like 'do you want it to be a date?' or a sex joke.]

I didn't want to call it a date. In case you weren't into the idea. But yeah, I guess it is.

[He took a sip of his beer, sitting on the urge to ask if that was okay. Instead, he said-]

I'd like it if you wanted to be my boyfriend.

[Jiang flushed softly, grinning sort of helplessly when Kavinsky finally managed to answer the question. His gaze dipping to the way that Kavinsky bit at his tongue. He set his beer down on the table so that he had his hands free. Because he wanted to touch him, he wanted to put his hands on him- he figured that if this was a date, he was probably allowed to. But he wanted to get him flowers next time. Because he thought that he deserved things like that, too, even if they were softer than K seemed.]

I'm very into the idea of it being a date, K.

[Kavinsky might not have outright asked if it was okay, but Jiang sort of thought that he came off so fearless that few people ever considered he might need reassurance. He thought that the other boy was more complicated than that: shadows and longings in his dark eyes than Jiang didn't entirely understand, but he wanted to. Kavinsky sips on his beer and then says something that makes his eyes spark, biting at his bottom lip as he catches his breath.

Instead of replying immediately, he walks over until they're close, until he can curl his arms around him and wrap the taller boy in a tender embrace, holding onto him, trying to offer affection as much as he soaked it up himself, nuzzling in against his chest with a soft murmur- he almost felt like his chest would burst.

But he nodded as he looked up at him, taking a moment to be able to put it into words.]

Yes, of course. I- I'd more than like that. I want you so much. I have since the beginning. You made me feel like I was worth something to you. I couldn't help it.

[Kavinsky's heart soared. It was the same sort of feeling he got after he'd been dreaming, when reality paled in comparison. Except right now his reality was Jiang wanting to date him and that was better than a lot of other things. There was nothing pale about this moment.

When Jiang approached, Kavinsky put his beer down too, sliding his arms around him. He wasn't sure he deserved being wanted, especially not by someone as gorgeous and talented and intelligent as Jiang, but Kavinsky wasn't going to deny himself the things--or people--he wanted. He just hoped neither of them ended up regretting this. He didn't want to ruin Jiang, not unless it was in a sexual way.

Sighing softly, he slid his hands up to cup Jiang's face.]

You are worth something to me. You're worth a lot. And you're incredible in every way.

[He didn't usually tell any of his boys those sort of things but he probably should. Maybe showing them wasn't enough, sometimes. They deserved to know. Jiang deserved to know.

Kavinsky hesitated for all of a moment before leaning in to kiss Jiang.]

[Jiang's eyes fluttered as Kavinsky's arms wrapped around him, and this felt -- he didn't know, perfect somehow. Better than taking pictures of him, just being touched like this, having arms around him and the knowledge that Kavinsky wanted him, that he wanted to date him for real. He wanted Jiang to be his boyfriend, a fact he could hardly wrap his mind around.

He couldn't imagine regretting anything about this moment. He sighed, tilting his face into the other boy's fingers encouragingly. He'd been struck by Kavinsky since the beginning- the magnet that had drawn him into his circle. Not just because he was interested in him, but he couldn't help how he felt about him, either.]

So are you, you know. You're incredible, and smarter than people give you credit for, and I want to be in your life.

[And then-- and then Kavinsky was leaning in to kiss him, and he did his best to meet him part of the way. Leaning up onto his toes, his fingers clutching into K's shirt as he leaned in against him, kissing him back, eager but sweet all at once. A little clumsy, maybe, but there was feeling behind it, his dark eyes fluttering shut while they kissed. He looked a little stunned, almost star-struck as he looked at him when they parted.

His first kiss. Not that Kavinsky knew that; they'd never talked about whether or not Jiang had kissed anyone before.]

I- can we- kiss me again?

[He's clearly affected, his face flushed by the low lights as he looks up at the other boy. He wants this all so much, wants Kavinsky more than he's ever quite known how to tell him.]

Edited 2022-08-22 05:33 (UTC)

[He didn't know about being incredible, though sometimes if he thought about being a dreamer he was inclined to agree, but he was definitely smarter than most people assumed. You couldn't be stupid and get away with the sort of things he had. You didn't get through nearly four years of Aglionby without having some brains. It was sweet that Jiang thought highly of him though--and he trusted it to be genuine and true. Of all his boys, he was sure Jiang wouldn't lie to him.

Part of him assumed Jiang had to kiss guys all the time. Why wouldn't they be lining up for him? Jiang was gorgeous. The other part of him didn't figure Jiang for the type to sleep around, so maybe he didn't have quite as much experience as Kavinsky would think. Nowhere in his musing did he think this might have been Jiang's first kiss.

Smiling, he brushed his thumbs across Jiang's cheeks.]

I'll kiss you every day for the rest of forever if you'll let me.

[And right now, especially. Kavinsky kissed him again, still sweet, like he was trying to tell Jiang how much he meant to him with the kiss instead of using words.]

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