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[mitsubishievo]

This was not a date. Kavinsky and Jack had agreed that they were not dating, and so this was not a date. It was this: Kavinsky worrying if he was coming on too strong with an outfit that was all tight jeans and loose shirt; Jack picking him up in his car; them laughing with the top down even though it was getting too cold for that; a club, and Kavinsky teasing Jack that he still needed to use a fake ID, and Jack teasing Kavinsky that one of his boys would need to use a fake ID for a whole extra year.

The club was noisy and dim and full of people. Kavinsky didn't think he'd really gone out in ages; he was normally working on weekends, when he would want to go out, and work and school occupied Newt, and Al, and Peter.

"Isn't it a school night?" he asked Jack, next to his ear so he didn't shout himself hoarse in the first ten minutes they were there. He gave Jack's arm a squeeze. "I'm gonna get a drink. What do you want?"

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[rockabillyboy]

"Beer," says Jack, flashing a grin. "I'm driving, but I can totally have one, right?" His eyes linger, a little, on Kavinsky's ass in tight, tight jeans. Jack's dressed in a heathery plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, jeans, boots.

His hand settles in the small of Kavinsky's back.