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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 slides away from Jiang and bumps his shoulder into Kavinsky on his way out of the theater.

He heads into Kavinsky's room to change out of his practice gear. A pair of boxer briefs, jeans that are too long on him, and a t-shirt. His binder is still in the theater; he'll put it back on before he leaves.

He considers a moment, then smirks and leaves his jock on Kav's bed. He's got other ones.

Feeling a bit more put together, Proko wanders back to the theater by way of the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water on the way. He's drained half of it by the time he gets there, and he offers the other half to Jiang.

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Alone for a moment, Jiang and Kavinsky are quiet. Jiang watches him from across the theater. "How long were you watching?" he asks, terrified of the answer. He hadn't meant for this to happen. It felt like a betrayal of trust to Proko, to have put him in this position.

Kavinsky shrugs. "Long enough that neither of you noticed me coming in." Then, he pins Jiang with a sharp, dark stare. "How long have you two been doin' it?"

"Almost a year," Jiang answers truthfully. Kavinsky's eyes flash, but he doesn't get a chance to say anything. Proko's back, headed straight for Jiang. Jiang catches him by a belt loop and hauls him in to give him a slow, hungry kiss.

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The way Jiang grabs him, and the kiss, startles a noise out of him. He holds Jiang by the back of his head, smiling as much as he can as they try to devour each other. "Asshole," he mumbles against Jiang's mouth.

He looks over at Kav. "We hangin' out or are you kicking us out?" Kav's been chill so far, he just... wants to ask.

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Jiang keeps his hands on Proko's hips, a challenge. Kavinsky just stares back, face impassive, eyes dark.

"This isn't Netflix and chill, motherfuckers," he says. "If we're hangin' don't get nasty about it. You had your cheap thrill, think about Jesus and be fuckin' holy for two hours while we watch snuff."

Jiang laughs and tags Proko gently into a seat, settling beside him.