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obedientdog) wrote2021-05-01 09:28 pm
obedientdog) wrote2021-05-01 09:28 pm
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in which ronan probably still fails to apologize;
Which means that he starts showing up to the racing nights more blatantly, like he thinks he belongs there again, like he's allowed. He'd raced Jiang a few times in the space in-between, but that always felt like stealing something, like he didn't belong, like a secret. Tonight, a Friday night loud and busy with races and money, the purr of engines and profanities shouted from the sidelines of metal railings and asphalt parking lots and his body almost shakes with it. Like his heart syncs to the BMW's engine.
Kavinsky isn't here yet, but he figures he'll show later, so he can make his arrival like the King he is. Of course, his court is already here, which includes Skov and Swan. He watches them, lets his eyes follow them, though it's Skov he focuses on. Watches him in a subtle way that isn't really subtle at all before he works up the nerve to ask him to race.
And it's a good thing that it isn't really about the race, because he ends up looking at the other boy's fucking tail lights far more than he's normally comfortable with. He has realized to an extent that K was being nice to him, but he hasn't quite realized the extent. Normally it would feel like venom, like acid in his veins -- but he's getting better about that, slowly. Realizing that Kavinsky wasn't just about the racing, made it easier for the racing to be just about the racing.
So when he pulls his car up next to Skov on the shoulder, the rowdy gathering of boys is left a mile behind them. Sometimes, for more scheduled races, there'd be people waiting at the other end. It had been like that sometimes when he raced Kavinsky, though it never seemed to tarnish his legend. If they didn't think they could touch me, no one would race me he'd pointed out once. He'd thought he was just being an arrogant dick, but now he isn't so sure. They're not quite in the middle of nowhere, although anywhere in Henrietta that isn't in town sorta feels that way. No headlights on the road except for theirs.
He flings the door open, sitting sideways in the driver seat, tossing off the seatbelt and then dragging himself to his feet so he can lean against the door. His face is slightly flushed and he beckons to the other boy. His heart still felt like a tachometer, surging with every shift, like they were still racing. He's on edge, and yeah, racing still gets him hot even when it's not about K. Or maybe it's just that it's Skov. Maybe Ronan was just sort of a mess when it came to boys and racing.
But that's not what he wants to talk about. So he takes a breath, tries to remember the realization that had come with realizing he'd been a dick to Kavinsky -- that he probably wasn't the only one that Ronan had been a dick to. And it wasn't like they'd ever really talked about it after Ronan had his cock in his mouth, either. So while he'd ignored Swan too, it felt.. he didn't know. Like he'd been worse to Skov, like he owed it to him to try. And he hadn't.]
Hey. Will you- talk to me?
[He takes a breath, trying to steady himself again.]
I know I'm never good at saying this shit, but- I was an asshole to you, wasn't I?
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So when Ronan pulled up next to him, Skov was practically trembling with adrenaline. Which meant their conversation, as he opened his car door and slid out, could go one of three ways. It could be completely normal. It could take a sexual turn. Or it could take a violent turn. Sometimes, the last two weren't mutually exclusive with Skov. He was trying to behave though. He'd talk to Ronan, hear him out.]
Yup. You sure were. You hurt K and ghosted me? Rude as fuck, man. You know, I told K I'd punch you if he wanted me to.
[Skov shrugged, drumming his fingers on his leg.]
Since I never punched you, you might be able to guess what he said.
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[Which is one fucking word for it, sure. But he doesn't think that he needs to dump the exact specifics of what he'd worked out with K and Adam on Skov's head. So he tries to go for something different, instead. But the first thing that comes to his head is it wasn't about you, but he thankfully realizes that would probably sound far crueler than Ronan actually intends. If nothing else he realized that Kavinsky was not the only person that he'd hurt, so this was something like progress, at least. He was trying this time, even if it was late. Ronan was just hoping it wasn't too late, if he was lucky.
It's almost comforting that Skov seems as on edge as Ronan feels, trembling from the adrenaline, his heart still racing- all fits and starts. But that was part of what had always made it easy to be around Skov; it always felt like he understood the wavelength that Ronan existed on, which wasn't an easy thing. Not even Gansey, not even Kavinsky always seemed to get it.]
But I still fucked things up with you. I just didn't-- fuck. I didn't know how to talk to you. After things with K went to shit and he didn't want to see me anymore, it felt like I wasn't allowed to talk to any of you. And I was too scared to ask, because I didn't want you to say no. So instead I just never fucking said anything at all, and now--
[Ronan tosses his hands out to the side, a vague indication of what things are like now, how fucked up they got. He's trying to be better, to be the sort of guy that could have fucking figured this out months ago and not screwed everything in the first place, but sometimes it feels like asking too fucking much. Right now being one of them.]
I didn't mean to be an ass. I was just.. thoughtless, I guess.
[He shrugs a little awkwardly, looking at Skov through the dim grey, feeling like they're too far apart- though maybe that's the adrenaline. They're just outside the glare of the lights from their cars, and he thinks Skov looks even hotter than he remembers. His voice softens a little, his head tilting to the side as he bites at his bottom lip for a moment to catch his breath.]
I wanna try and make it up to you.
[He doesn't know if he can, but he wants to.]
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[Well, Ronan admitting he realized he'd fucked up was progress, at least. Even if Skov was still salty about it. He could still understand being scared to ask if it was okay to talk to someone. What if they didn't want anything to do with you? But Skov wouldn't have turned him away. Probably. He would've checked with Kavinsky, of course, but Skov was still his own person. He could've chosen to still talk to Ronan if Ronan had given him a chance.
Skov wasn't sure if he was actually mad anymore though. Salty, yes, hurt and indignant, absolutely, but angry? He didn't know.]
You were thoughtless. [He agreed] But we've all been there at some point or another.
How're you planning on making it up to me?
[He didn't have any expectations, really. He was just genuinely curious what Ronan had in mind- if he had anything in mind at all.]
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That he can try?
Skov asks him how he plans on making it up to him, and nervously, Ronan takes a few steps in closer. Close enough to touch, but he doesn't. But when he answers the question, it's easier to let the words be intimate and not just suggestive. Desire that was yes, about his body, but also not just about his body.]
Honestly, I was gonna let you choose. Cause you know how I'd make it up to you -- and that feels a little greedy, like I'm just telling you what I want.
[It's playful, warm and sinfully suggestive, lifting an eyebrow as he lets his blue eyes slide over Skov's body like the other boy's already undressed. He hums thoughtfully, and god he wants to touch him, but he doesn't, because for once he wants to make sure that it's okay. Of course, there's maybe a certain degree of making it up to him in proving Ronan can actually ask for what he wants, in saying outloud that one of the things he wants is Skov.]
I'd wanna just- get on my knees and see if you still liked the idea of having your cock in my mouth. I mean, it's been so long, I figure I oughta show you again, right? Or I could bend myself over the hood of your car and ask you to fuck me, tell you how bad I want it. You could even spank me first if you want, so I whine when you thrust all the way down. I might even beg for it.
[This had been a complicated thing, back when he'd been almost-dating Kavinsky, but now it wasn't. Skov was lovely and Ronan wanted him, and he was allowed to. And it made Ronan more forward, more willing to say something filthy with a smile, to make it more obvious how much he wanted, that he was furiously kinky in addition to how much he liked being touched. He does flush a little, though.
Before, he definitely would have skipped over acknowledging he'd sucked him off before, that he remembered having him in his mouth on the couch. He wouldn't have let himself imply just how much he'd liked it. But he had, he did. And with Skov... he didn't know. He thought he'd understand what it was like to burn like this, to ache like this for a beautiful boy. To want his hands on him, to want it to leave marks like memories so his body would still remember.
He grins, wicked and warm.]
Or is that too much?
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Conflict aside, he was so wrapped up in imagining things that for a moment he forgot he actually had to say something. His gaze snapped back to Ronan and he smiled.]
You can blow me some other time. If you want. 'Cause I'd like that.
[He stumbled over his words a little because he didn't want to assume but he still remembered what it'd been like to have Ronan's mouth on him. Skov wanted to kiss him, desperately, but he was worried if he did he might not get to the rest of what he wanted to say. He could kiss forever.]
The rest is- yes. Uh, definitely. And you'd...want me to spank you?
[He was...not hesitant, exactly, but...cautious. He wanted to make sure. It might have seemed funny for a boy who had no problem punching people to double-check something like this, but this was also vastly different.]
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[Ronan almost purrs the words, because he'd liked it a lot the last time, and he definitely wanted to do it again. But he also wanted to do it another time-- right now he wanted to get bent over the still-warm hood of his car and feel Skov's hands on his skin, he wanted him. He had for months, but really Ronan was just sort of helpless when it came to attractive boys that burned in similar ways to how he did.
He flushes a little when Skov asks if Ronan wants him to spank him, but it's arousal more than embarrassment as he nods in easy agreement. He wants the sharp impact and the heat, the way it colors his pale skin, makes his body even more sensitive, makes pleasure feel almost like too much, like something he could drown in. Ronan's always liked being overwhelmed, though. Always liked impact and bruises. Spanking felt sort of like turning that idea of hitting someone into something delightfully sexual.]
Fuck, yeah. I mean, if you want to. I like it a lot. Thought you might, too.
[It had never seemed to quite be Kavinsky's thing, which Ronan understood without talking about it. He got how with Kavinsky's history it could push close to some uncomfortable lines, like punishment and hitting someone you loved. So he hadn't pushed about it. But Skov was like Ronan, where fighting was more than just a thrill, bloody knuckles just as sexual as someone's hand down your pants. So he was trying the waters, seeing what he said: because he trusted that even if he wasn't that Skov wouldn't have acted like he was a freak for it or something like that.
K's boys were people he trusted, even through the rough times. He fluttered his eyelashes, looked at Skov in a way that was desire and seduction. He wants to kiss him, too. He wants to curl his fingers in his floppy hair and taste him on his lips, but he's trying to behave- more or less. Since this wasn't really about making something up to him. It was just that he liked him, that he wanted him. That he was on edge and he wanted Skov to touch him until he came apart and felt more like himself. That the only thing he really knew how to offer was himself.]
I'll say please, if you wanna hear me say it.
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I want to. I mean, I've never done it before- Swan's spanked me before, but-
[He tripped over his words and he was- he was a little shy about this. He knew it wasn't rocket science though, which was good because Skov was definitely not a scientist. There wasn't a lot he was shy about, but it didn't mean he wouldn't be into this or that he wouldn't be eager.
Stepping in closer, he looped his arms around Ronan's neck, looking up at him with equal parts sweetness and seduction.]
I wanna hear you say it.
[God, but Skov wanted to kiss him. Skov could kiss for hours; if he got started he might never stop. He couldn't very well kiss Ronan and bend him over his car in a bit, which was a shame more than anything, really.]