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[obedientdog]

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that verse, v4 now with cute shit

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky seems a little bit jittery when he meets Skov and Swan at the warehouse afterschool. It's a Friday night, but the big party is next weekend. Tonight he just wanted to spend time with his boys. Movie night, was what he'd declared. Challenged Swan and Skov to pick their two favorites. They had an obscenely large screen, a sound system loud enough to challenge the industrial zoning, and rather than theater seats, he'd opted for a very plush futon-couch, because he liked the idea of something where it was an easy fix if they wanted to fuck and needed more room. K is still in his uniform because he'd spent time getting the gifts ready, and he can't help fidgeting with the tie he wears sloppily lose in his unbuttoned collar.

He's been sort of on-edge all day-- jittery and radiating nervous energy. But that was almost par for the course. But there is a reason for it, because eventually Kavinsky pulls out two boxes: long but thin, and they're wrapped in black wrapping paper, just a little bit un-expertly. Which is to say that Kavinsky had wrapped the boxes himself.]

I know this is probably- we've only been dating a couple weeks, but I just.. I wanted to anyway. So, go on, open them. I can't stand the wait.

[What he means is something like I love you both but I feel like the words will come out wrong, but he hands them over to Skov and Swan with a warm smile, something a little like nerves and a little like his heart pours over with the feeling. This was his love language almost as much as physical contact. Gifts; trying so hard to give someone the right thing that would light up their world, to dream something that mattered to the people he cared for.

True to the shape of the boxes, they're necklaces. Plain metal discs on a simple chain, with the cracks filled in with gold. And on the back, there's just a simple stamped date: the day Swan and Skov had agreed to go out with him. When he'd shown them this place for the first time, just walls and hardwood floors, and now it almost felt like home. It definitely felt more like home than his mother's house, the mansion in the suburbs where he tensed every time he heard a door close a little too loud. No, it was here. Not the warehouse itself, of course.

It was his boys, putting him back together like gold.]

[obedientdog]

[Skov, ever easily distracted, spent at least a solid ten seconds eyeing Kavinsky and the way he fidgeted with his tie. He wasn't actually imagining anything sexual though, unless wanting to kiss the other boy on the neck counted.

Blinking rapidly, he snapped to attention when Kavinsky held out the boxes, glancing briefly at Swan before reaching out to take one. The idea that not only had Kavinsky picked out presents for them but had wrapped them himself was-- it made Skov feel warm.

They both tore into the wrapping paper at virtually the same time, Swan neater than Skov, who wrestled with the box a little bit before getting it open. It dawned on Skov first when he blinked at the necklace. Kintsugi. Somehow, it made everything that they were doing, everything that'd happened, feel more real. More solid and- permanent.

Skov blinked back tears, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand, and Swan bit his tongue to avoid teasing him about being emotional. Of course, it wasn't that Swan wasn't touched, too, but he was smiling.

With a sniffle, Skov stepped over to loop his arms around Kavinsky's neck, crumpled wrapping paper in one hand and necklace box in the other, and tuck his face against his shoulder.]

Thank you.

[Working the necklace out of the box so he could put it on, Swan said-]

You know, you're the gold in this equation, too.

[dreamforger]

[Kavinsky wrapped his arms around Skov, warm and inviting, letting him press his face into the dreamer's shoulder. He couldn't help but smile, because this was what he'd hoped for. That they felt this as much as he did. Honestly, he couldn't help feeling a little bit choked up himself- not that he was gonna cry, but.. well, he understood the urge, the feeling.

It was in his voice, though, when he spoke.]

I'm just glad that you like it.

[Afterall, this was- it was something. It was going out on a limb, it was saying how much this meant. How much they meant. It was like the warehouse. Except with that he'd been able to hide his hand, to take a half-step back and say that it was okay if they didn't want to date him, that he still wanted them here. This was... different. It felt more, like something permanent.

He knew that there was a chance that it could be too much too fast. But really, that was sort of Kavinsky in a nutshell, wasn't it? He flushed a little at the words that Swan said, and he nodded softly. He reached into his shirt, under the tie that he'd been fidgeting with, and after undoing the knot, revealed that he was wearing the same necklace.]

It's not easy for me. But- I want to be.

[Which is probably the closest he's gotten to ever talking about how hard it can be for him to get through the days sometimes. I love you is on the tip of his tongue, but he just presses his face into Skov, and lets one of his arms let go of the boy so that he can reach out to Swan. He presses a soft, surprisingly chaste kiss to Skov's temple. He wants to give them good things-- and that means himself, too.

There'd been a point not too many years ago where the idea of dying in a fire hadn't seemed that bad; he'd lived mostly out of spite. Mostly as a fuck you to his father. And there had been days when that hadn't felt like enough, so he'd made up the difference with copious amounts of cocaine. And now- he didn't know, it wasn't like he was thinking about throwing away his stash. But... this felt better. It felt like it was something he could live for. Or where he wanted to try, at least.]

[obedientdog]

[Skov snuggled in, every bit like a puppy in this moment. Everything about Kavinsky was a comfort; the warmth of his body, his scent, just the way he held Skov. He'd never actually said it in so many words, but he was so very in love with cuddling and being close to people.]

I love it.

[I love you was what he really meant, but actually saying it seemed scary and maybe like it would be too soon. He didn't want to spook either Kavinsky or Swan by being so attached so soon. Of course, he didn't necessarily know if they would be spooked by that, but he felt like it was better to be safe than sorry in this case.

He did, at least, pull back a little when Kavinsky started moving, enough to see that he was wearing a matching necklace. Skov felt a rush of fondness all over again and he smiled, though his eyes were still a little watery. This whole thing, it was more than he could have imagined would ever happen. There'd been a time where he'd hardly been able to picture himself with one boyfriend because of how much of a mess he was but now he had two. It felt both impossible and wonderful at the same time.

After Swan got his necklace on, he stepped in so he could wrap his arms around both Skov and Kavinsky, kissing Skov on the side of the head before leaning in to kiss K on the lips.]

We'll all hold each other together. That's part of what makes a good relationship.

[People who supported each other.]