It's easy to slide into Nick's lap. He even keeps the ash from falling on Nick's black clothes. He likes Nick - loves him, probably - but he won't ever say those words again. They have what they have and it's good. He likes it. There will always be a raw and hungry part of him that wants more, but Kavinsky's starting to think that shit just isn't for him.
But this is good. Right now, right here, Nick is his. Or he is Nick's. Whichever.
Kavinsky shifts closer as Nick leans in. He considers the request, looking at some undetermined spot as he thinks. As he tries to think of how to make that happen. If it could be a physical thing...
"I think yes is the short answer," he says after a moment. He looks back toward the door they came through. "The door might just be like--a secret." Use your words, dreamer. "People can get in because they know how to get in. Don't need a spell, jut the know-how. And you can keep that shit to yourself."
He takes the cigarette and takes a long drag. Nick isn't unfamiliar with a lot of drugs, but he doesn't smoke all that often. Still, he closes his eyes for a moment and lets the nicotine wash over him, and then he opens them and looks back up. "The most powerful secret is the one only you know," he says, his eyes sparkling.
Oh, fuck, he's going to get horny just from thinking about magic. He is that person.
"Don't think we're getting past the point of invoices?" Kavinsky smirks when he realizes Nick's getting fucking excited. What a nerd. He takes his cigarette back and holds Nick's gaze as he takes his next drag.
But there's something about it that excites Kavinsky, too. He's usually a forger, his unique things tend to be small and consumable. This is different.
"I'll think of something. The thing you're asking for is big and it's not gonna be simple."
A deterrent, a defense, and something that only responds to Nick's will (in the form of permission or a spell or a word or whatever); none of it is going to be straightforward.
"Might have to do it here. Some of it, anyway."
His dreaming has been fucked lately, but maybe with Nick around it'll be fine. He considers for a second.
"I don't want to assume that you do it just because you like me fucking you," he whispers back. In his world, every spell is a give and take, every show of power costly. No one does anything for free, not for any real reason. The academy is that kind of cutthroat.
He should have known better.
But still. He takes another drag, then hands the cigarette back. "I have time."
"I like you, Nick. Sometimes that's the only reason I need."
Whatever give and take exists with Kavinsky's power is on him. It costs him nothing but sleep. His fingers drift along Nick's jaw and brush his hand as he takes the cigarette back.
"I can do the first thing right now," he offers. "Something that'll keep people from teleporting in and out and keep them from finding it. You wanna keep watch or come with?"
He looks K over, and catches him for a kiss, first. Because he wants to. Because he can. "I'll stay out here," he says. "Do you want to sleep in the bed?" he asks, running his fingers over Kavinsky's cheekbone. The bedroom is upstairs, but it's comfortable there.
Kavinsky leans into the kiss and it takes Nick pulling back (or pushing him) to really end it.
"No. Easier if I just do it here, where it's gonna be."
He tips his head to kiss Nick again, lingering over the taste of him.
"Shit's been weird, Scratch. You know what to do if anything we don't want comes back with me. Or if my heart stops too long or some inconvenient shit like that."
There's always a chance. Dreaming isn't safe and maybe that's the cost. Despite all his practice and all his skill, there are still things that Kavinsky can't always control. He leaves the cigarette with Nick as he slides out of his lap. He slips his cigarette case out and shakes it a few times before he opens it. Now there's bags of pills in there and he takes out an electric blue one.
"I don't know how it's gonna feel when it comes out," he warns. "And I'm gonna be out for a little while." More than his quick trips. This takes planning and shaping. What Nick has asked for takes time.
He catches K's hand before he doses himself, and he looks him in the eye. "Hey," he says, and his smile is slow, lingering. "Let me put you to sleep. With my magic. See if it helps," he adds, because those pills -
- it's not that Nick doesn't trust them. Kavinsky's magic has always worked before, perfectly, without a hitch. It's just that Nick knows that putting him to sleep isn't all they do. They have different effects. "And I'll be here when you wake up."
K goes still and a small smile ticks his mouth. He leans close to kiss Nick. "Sure. Knock me out, babe."
He lets go so he can lay on the floor. It's as good a place as any, he doesn't know what this'll look like when he brings this thing back. And he doesn't want to fall off anything once Nick puts him under.
He's already thinking of shape and feel. But he doesn't need to dive into the dream knowing exactly what he wants. Like natural sleep, he won't be on a timer here.
"Don't worry about waking me up unless you gotta leave or something. I'll wake up when it's done."
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But this is good. Right now, right here, Nick is his. Or he is Nick's. Whichever.
Kavinsky shifts closer as Nick leans in. He considers the request, looking at some undetermined spot as he thinks. As he tries to think of how to make that happen. If it could be a physical thing...
"I think yes is the short answer," he says after a moment. He looks back toward the door they came through. "The door might just be like--a secret." Use your words, dreamer. "People can get in because they know how to get in. Don't need a spell, jut the know-how. And you can keep that shit to yourself."
Or give it to whoever he wants.
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Oh, fuck, he's going to get horny just from thinking about magic. He is that person.
"What do you want for that?"
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But there's something about it that excites Kavinsky, too. He's usually a forger, his unique things tend to be small and consumable. This is different.
"I'll think of something. The thing you're asking for is big and it's not gonna be simple."
A deterrent, a defense, and something that only responds to Nick's will (in the form of permission or a spell or a word or whatever); none of it is going to be straightforward.
"Might have to do it here. Some of it, anyway."
His dreaming has been fucked lately, but maybe with Nick around it'll be fine. He considers for a second.
"And we have to be able to test it."
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He should have known better.
But still. He takes another drag, then hands the cigarette back. "I have time."
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Whatever give and take exists with Kavinsky's power is on him. It costs him nothing but sleep. His fingers drift along Nick's jaw and brush his hand as he takes the cigarette back.
"I can do the first thing right now," he offers. "Something that'll keep people from teleporting in and out and keep them from finding it. You wanna keep watch or come with?"
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"No. Easier if I just do it here, where it's gonna be."
He tips his head to kiss Nick again, lingering over the taste of him.
"Shit's been weird, Scratch. You know what to do if anything we don't want comes back with me. Or if my heart stops too long or some inconvenient shit like that."
There's always a chance. Dreaming isn't safe and maybe that's the cost. Despite all his practice and all his skill, there are still things that Kavinsky can't always control. He leaves the cigarette with Nick as he slides out of his lap. He slips his cigarette case out and shakes it a few times before he opens it. Now there's bags of pills in there and he takes out an electric blue one.
"I don't know how it's gonna feel when it comes out," he warns. "And I'm gonna be out for a little while." More than his quick trips. This takes planning and shaping. What Nick has asked for takes time.
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- it's not that Nick doesn't trust them. Kavinsky's magic has always worked before, perfectly, without a hitch. It's just that Nick knows that putting him to sleep isn't all they do. They have different effects. "And I'll be here when you wake up."
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He lets go so he can lay on the floor. It's as good a place as any, he doesn't know what this'll look like when he brings this thing back. And he doesn't want to fall off anything once Nick puts him under.
He's already thinking of shape and feel. But he doesn't need to dive into the dream knowing exactly what he wants. Like natural sleep, he won't be on a timer here.
"Don't worry about waking me up unless you gotta leave or something. I'll wake up when it's done."