[Ronan doesn't think romance is written in his stars. He's got an unrequited obsession with a straight boy in a whole other universe, and just before he'd left that universe, he'd been thinking against all better judgment about going to the Fourth of July. It was one of the last thoughts he had before a certain hitman interrupted and informed him about all the wonderful ways Colin Greenmantle would treat his dream-thieving guest (or guests).
So, no. Never any happy endings for Ronan Lynch or Joseph Kavinsky. Just a lucky interlude in another dimension, an opportunity for a few more parties and wild rides before they get hurled back into the magical bullshit of their lives.
This is fun, though. Even with Kavinsky laughing at him, it's fun, because he's not pulling away but yanking at Ronan's wrist, catching him like a snare, and Ronan wants to be caught. He wants to stop holding back and start doing everything he can get away with, the way Kavinsky does. This is the best night he's had in...
Ever, maybe.
Ronan is clumsy and kisses like he's never kissed before, because he hasn't. He started this but he's glad to yield to Kavinsky's experience, even as his other hand comes up to grab hold of Kavinsky's shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric kind of the same way they've done before, when he was hitting Kavinsky instead.]
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So, no. Never any happy endings for Ronan Lynch or Joseph Kavinsky. Just a lucky interlude in another dimension, an opportunity for a few more parties and wild rides before they get hurled back into the magical bullshit of their lives.
This is fun, though. Even with Kavinsky laughing at him, it's fun, because he's not pulling away but yanking at Ronan's wrist, catching him like a snare, and Ronan wants to be caught. He wants to stop holding back and start doing everything he can get away with, the way Kavinsky does. This is the best night he's had in...
Ever, maybe.
Ronan is clumsy and kisses like he's never kissed before, because he hasn't. He started this but he's glad to yield to Kavinsky's experience, even as his other hand comes up to grab hold of Kavinsky's shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric kind of the same way they've done before, when he was hitting Kavinsky instead.]