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Spring arrives with rain in Henrietta, and baseball practice at Aglionby starts anyway. Jiang doesn't normally give two shits about most of the sports at Aglionby. But he has a special, quiet spot for baseball.

Mostly that has to do with watching Illya Prokopenko in tight white pants and a navy jersey that manages to make his shoulders look wide and his waist nipped in neatly. He looks handsome in the baseball uniform, even when his knees and ass are muddy. A lot of the guys do, but especially Proko.

Jiang is aware that he's got it, and bad. But he's not about to say a damn thing.

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Proko catches sight of Jiang loitering near the field, and he tries not to grin. They've been fooling around for a while. It's become a lot more... regular in the past couple months. More than just drunk or high hook ups when they hang out.

When practice is over, Proko wanders over to where he Jiang's been lingering, keeping the fence between them for now.

"Hey loser, you just hanging around to look at our asses?" He grins.

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Jiang loops his fingers into the fence, his eyes racking over Proko slowly, down and then back up. He smiles a little, a slow tip of the corners of his mouth but mostly in the squint of his eyes.

"There's some pretty good ones out there," he says. "Might go hit up Williamson, see if he's down for it, ya know."

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Proko rolls his eyes and he reaches up, fingers lacing through the fence, over Jiang's. "Williamson, huh? I mean you can try. He's kind of an asshole."

He grins, looking Jiang over. He kind of likes this contrast they have going. "Now Davis? Davis might be worth a shot. I sucked his dick last year."

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"Heard it was sorta funny shaped," Jiang muses casually. The touch is small, and it warms through Jiang like wildfire. He's got it bad.

With a smirk, Jiang says, "I got somethin' you can suck on, baby."

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Proko bites his lip. "Lemme grab my bag and we can get out of here?" He lifts his eyebrows as he eases back, arm stretching out as he keeps his hold on the fence.

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Jiang glances toward the diamond locker room, and then back at Proko. Slowly, he raises an eyebrow. "Or," he says, careful, "we can hang out until they clear out, and have the locker room to ourselves?"

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"I like the way you think, man." Proko grins and gets close again, leaning into the fence. "Come here, asshole." And when Jiang is close enough, Proko kisses him through the chainlink.

Then he grins and pushes him, as much as he can.

"Perv, you got some fantasies you wanna work through?"

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They kiss, and Jiang laughs as Proko jostles him through the fence. It's a teasing that they've gotten good at, these quiet moments alone together, and the hidden spots in public when they're less than alone.

"You gonna tease me for a perfectly reasonable fantasy of fuckin' a baseballer while he's still in his pants? I can go, it's fine."

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"Oh yeah, constantly," he quips. "Forever." Proko lets go of the fence and starts walking along it, towards the opening. He lets his fingers run along the chainlink, a secret little smile on his face. It's ridiculous how much he likes Jiang; it's awful.

He doesn't want it to stop.

Proko slips through the gap in the fence and looks toward Jiang. "You coming?"

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Jiang trails behind, just a step or two, watching the way that Proko moves and admiring him. The uniform is certainly attractive but also, he just generally thinks that Proko always looks good.

He catches Proko before he can get too far away. His cock is hard already, and he presses against Proko's ass in those stupid, tight pants.

"Not yet I'm not."

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The way Jiang holds him, the way he feels against him, sends a thrill right through Proko. He grins and leans into Jiang, reaching to tangle his fingers in his hair.

"Hey," he breathes, turning his head to try and catch him in the kiss.

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"Hey," Jiang breathes back, and kisses Proko. It's a slow one, one that they probably shouldn't indulge in while they're still mostly outside, but he can't help himself.

He's still impressed they've managed to keep this under wraps from Skov, and their parents and the like.

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Proko wants to wrap his arms around Jiang, but he doesn't; he allows himself to hold the front of his shirt but that's all.

They've been so careful, he doesn't want to fuck it up.

"C'mon," he murmurs, holding on to Jiang's shirt as he pulls back. They can walk slowly back to the locker rooms; Proko knows about how long it'll take for everyone to clear out. It's just a practice day so it won't be long.

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Jiang grins, a slow, lazy thing that brightens his eyes. He lets Proko pull him along by the front of his shirt, and he almost wishes he kept his tie on after class, to get Proko something to drag him around by.

If he didn't hate Aglionby so much, he'd think about fucking around in the uniform more, but he normally just wants the fucking thing off, first chance he gets in the day.

He can hear the other baseballers rustling and leaving out the other side of the locker room. Jiang presses Proko up against the brick face of the building, and grinds against him pointedly, breathing against his ear. "How you doin' baby?"

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Prokopenko just grins as Jiang pushes him up against the warm brick wall. He can feel his cock through his jeans and it makes him shiver. "Real ready for you," he breathes, hands tight against Jiang's hips. "Just a little longer, huh? Wait just another minute."

He turns his head, lets his lips brush Jiang's but only just. A tease.

When it sounds like the locker room's gone quiet, Proko slides away from Jiang and grabs the front of his shirt again to pull him along.

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Jiang manages. He wants, badly. More than he knows how to say. But he manages, holding himself just a breath away from Proko until they can slip inside the locker room.

He kisses Proko up against one of the banks of lockers as soon as he can. His hand slides to Proko's thigh and up, between his thighs, to grab him roughly.

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Proko grunts when his back hits the lockers but the sound is muffled by the kiss. He grabs at Jiang, holding him tightly as a hand grabs between his legs. They've been doing this long enough, he feels safe enough, that his hips jerk towards the touch rather than trying to get back.

"Shit," he gasps, already too hot and too eager.

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Jiang kisses him again, more tongue this time, and hums against it. He moves his fingers on the outside of his uniform pants, putting enough pressure that it's obvious touch and not just a tease.

"I wanna eat you out, baby," he mumbles against the kiss. "I've been thinkin' about it all day. Your ass in these pants--shit."

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Proko pushes his hips towards Jiang's touch and he grins against his mouth. "Fuckin' get to it, huh?" He gives Jiang a slight push - if he's gonna eat him out, his pants need to come down. "You wanna do it here? Up against the lockers?"

Hey, this is Jiang's fantasy. Proko's pretty content to let him decide where the action takes place.

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Jiang only goes about a step off. He bites his lip and scrapes his gaze over Proko, head to toe and back, drinking him in. He tugs at his pants a little.

"Bent over the bench," he breathes, half a question. He palms himself through his jeans. "Like some sort of fuckin' porno shit."

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"Fuck," he laughs. Proko pushes away from the lockers to get over to a bench. He shoves his pants down but, for the moment, leaves his jockstrap right where it is. He knows how it looks framing his ass. He bends over the bench, leaning on it with his ass in the air, pants around his knees.

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It's a lovely view.

Jiang admires Proko for a moment, the way his thighs look, how his ass is framed, the barest hint of his cunt. He palms himself through his jeans and lets Proko linger there, bent over and waiting.

Slowly, be approaches him. He sidles right up behind him, and slips his hand inside his jock, touching his cunt. "Goddamn, baby."

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Proko moans, hips lifting, pushing towards Jiang's hand. "Told you," he breathes, face hot. He knows what a mess he is. "Told you I was fucking ready for you, huh?"

He's aching and Jiang's touch is a tease. He tries to get a little more pressure and grips the edges of the bench, keeping his chest against it.

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"You sure the hell are, baby," Jiang purrs, still teasing Proko's cunt. He kneels down behind him then, using his free hand to spread Proko's ass. "God, you always look so fuckin' fantastic."

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"Come on, man." Proko whines tries to get more from Jiang's fingers as he rocks his hips with more urgency. He just needs something, some relief. He's desperately aware of how easily Jiang's fingers are slipping, sliding. He bites his lip, pushing his face against his arm.