PSL/Meme Continuation

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[This is a difficult edge to tow with Ronan. "It was just the way home," is not a satisfying answer when it comes to getting behind the wheel drunk. Even so, Gansey knows that there isn't much he can do about it aside from tell him what he thinks, and Ronan already knows what he thinks. That's why he said "It was just the way home." It's not as if he'd think Gansey would approve, but he told the truth anyway - and Gansey believes it's the truth, and believes in that that Ronan didn't drink before racing, which is...a lukewarm sort of comfort.

[Things are improving, but that doesn't stop worry from gnawing at Gansey's stomach nearly every time Ronan grabs his keys. But is that worth ruining a mild mood in favor of a fight they've already had one hundred times? He's trying, Gansey thinks, Someday I'll get through to him.

[But for tonight - this mild night, where Ronan runs a finger over his ribs and turns a cheek into his shoulder - Gansey will let it go with nothing more than a:] Ask me for a ride next time. [He knows he won't, but he can't just say nothing. Still, his voice is gentle, and he turns his own cheek to press it against Ronan's head. Then a smile makes its way onto his face and the ghost of a chuckle jumps in his chest as he shifts a bit to put two arms around him.]

You seem to be in a good mood. [Is saying so tempting fate? Maybe. He hopes his tone will leave no room to be mistaken as judgmental. It's full of fondness in all reality.] Don't bite me too hard for pointing it out.

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[Ronan knows there's tension here, that things could easily tip into an argument. But Gansey doesn't push, not like he could, like he has on other nights. So Ronan just murmurs an acknowledgement when he tells him to ask for a ride. He wont say it in words, because he isn't going to lie to him, and he doesn't want to say something that Gansey will feel obligated to lecture him about.

But he lets it go, and presses his cheek against the top of his head, and Ronan lets his eyes flutter closed for a moment. Gansey shifting so he can curl his arms around him, and Ronan leans into the contact, his fingers against his ribs shifting slowly so that his fingertips can trace against the line of his spine, pressing into his chest.

He can hear the amusement, and he opens one sharp blue eye to peer up at Gansey when he comments on Ronan's good mood, but he doesn't pull away from him, doesn't change how he touches him. And it sounds like the other boy is pleased, and not judging him for how he got there. So he doesn't pull away, it doesn't hit that hair-trigger that Ronan can have sometimes, where even casual words put venom on his tongue.

Instead he just looks at Gansey, his gaze intent. It makes his heart race and his touch clutch against him. He's beautiful, in a way that makes him feel like a trespasser for daring to put his hands on him. He doesn't deserve it, and yet he gives him this anyway- himself- and in the moment it feels like a secret he can keep. He leans up a little, his smile sharp and just a little wicked.]

Not too hard.

[His voice falling somewhere between a promise and a challenge. He knows that Gansey probably didn't mean it as an invitation, but Ronan is intoxicated enough that he can't resist the desire. He's slow as he shifts though, giving him enough time to protest, to say something.

But if he doesn't, he'll tug down his collar enough that he can press an open-mouthed kiss against his neck, just above where it meets his shoulder.]

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[Ronan’s smile is always sharp, but Gansey has learned somewhat to differentiate between the different types of points. This is a look that he’s sure is meant to be a bit mischievous, and it’s a bit charming for that. Still, the feeling of warm lips against his neck makes him shiver a little.

[He hadn’t much considered himself to be open about boys until he and Ronan became close. It’s not as if he sneezed at the idea - it just hadn’t crossed his mind. But Ronan had been devilishly and dangerously handsome from the start, and being allowed to be close to him like this feels like a rare privilege for anyone.

[Something about the way Ronan trusts him makes it all the more enticing. He hadn’t been quite so prickly when they first met - before the death of Niall Lynch - but these days, any positive emotion is decidedly more so. Gansey cranes his neck a bit in a subtle invitation, and another soft chuckle escapes his throat. Warm hands run gentle over Ronan’s back over his shirt.]

That was a request, not a challenge. [His tone is teasing. It’s difficult to think of what to say next. Gansey is always a little afraid of flipping Ronan’s switch and scaring him away. But it feels so nice to be close like this. His heart is full of affection reserved only for the boy next to him.] I’m happy to see you too, Lynch.

[Still a bit teasing, but Gansey puts the bridge of his nose against Ronan’s shaved head in a warm gesture.]