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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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"Oh fuck," he gasps, hips jumping when Jiang licks him, thumb still in him. "Fuck, yes. I-- I need to-- you gotta get outta my ass if you want me to get up, man," he laughs, breathless and delirious with want. He wants Jiang inside him again, but not here.

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Jiang laughs and eases his thumb out of Proko's ass. He helps pull his uniform pants back up, and then stands, shoving his cock back in his jeans.

"Where you wanna go?" he asks, helping Proko back to his feet, and then kissing him. "Or we could just drive somewhere. Fool around in the back seat."

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"Anywhere you can fuck me, man. But I want your dick again." He covers up again with Jiang's help and once they're all righted he leans to meet the kiss, hands gripping Jiang's shirt. "Wherever, okay?"

He reaches down to palm Jiang's cock through his jeans. "Just maybe not anywhere that's gonna take long to get to, huh?"

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Jiang groans a little at the touch. He kisses Proko, hungry and desperate and, in the fact of it all, adoring. They can't go back to his house; his mom is home. But he'll find them somewhere.

Even if it is just the back of the car.

"C'mon," he mumbles against Proko's mouth.

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He holds the back of Jiang's neck as they kiss, leaning up and kind of pulling him down at the same time. He's fucking tall, okay?

Prokopenko doesn't even offer to go to his place. He can't. If his dad is around they'll get fucked up for one reason or another and he's just not going to tempt fate.

He gives Jiang a push and grabs his bag. "You drive," he says as they leave the locker room.

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They go out to the car. Probably, they'll have to come back later for Proko's. It doesn't matter right now. Jiang wants to kiss him, right there beside the Supra, but there are still people milling on campus, and the last thing either of them need is chattering getting back to Kavinsky or Skov, or the administration and then their parents, about them dry humping in the parking lot.

They get in. Jiang grabs Proko by the back of the neck in the quiet behind tinted windows, and he kisses him hungrily.

"I wanna see all of you," he murmurs against Proko's mouth, and then catches his lip in a rough bite.

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Part of him hates the secrecy, but he knows how necessary it is. His dad doesn't care what he dresses like, is probably happier to have a son. But whatever Proko wears and calls himself, his father would be pissed to know he's fucking around with guys. And he doesn't want to think about what Kav or Skov would do.

He drops into Jiang's car and all he wants to climb into his fucking lap. Proko moans into the kiss, very nearly climbs over the divider between the seats. Then he freezes.

"What?" he breathes, managing to wait until Jiang lets his lip go.

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He's said the wrong thing. But it's out there, and they're sitting there in the quiet of the car. They haven't gone anywhere. Proko's not trapped.

Jiang looks at him softly. He pushes a hand gently into Proko's hair.

"You heard me," he says, tender in the words. "It's not a make it or break it, P. I...I never have to, if you don't want. But I'd like to. Jesus, Illya, you're just so..."

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"I'm what?"

He's staring at Jiang and desperate to hear-- Proko doesn't even fucking know what he wants to hear. Part of him just wants to say yes. They've been at it for a long time and Jiang's never pushed him, never tries to touch skin that Prokopenko keeps covered up after his pants are down.

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"Fuckin' fantastic," Jiang breathes. He rubs his finger nails against Proko's scalp and leans in to kiss him sweetly. "You're so fuckin' fantastic, baby. I can't believe how spectacular you are."

He nuzzled a little. "That doesn't change if I see you head to toe, baby. You know that."

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Proko nods a little. "Okay," he murmurs. "I mean-- You can. Just somewhere not here, right?" He leans to get another kiss, trying to reassure Jiang that he's not freaking out a little even if he is. What if it somehow changes everything? What if Jiang thinks of him differently? What if--

He sinks back into his seat with a grin. "Get goin' man, before I dry up."

Yeah fucking right.

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Jiang takes one more kiss, and then he drives. He goes on autopilot, and that means they end up in front of his house for a second, before he continues on.

Nervously, he glances at Proko. He can't imagine what he's thinking right now, but he is.

They wind up in front of Kavinsky's place. The Evo isn't out front. He glances at Proko. "...think he'd notice if we snuck in?"

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Proko stares at the house, then at Jiang. "Are you fuckin' nuts?" he asks, genuinely concerned for Jiang's sanity for a moment.

He tries to ignore the fact that his cunt is fucking throbbing right now. Despite that his stomach churns with anxiety. They could be caught. They could be caught by Kav, in his own fucking house. What the fuck.

"Fuck-- if we get fuckin' caught I'm going out the goddamn window and you can deal with Kav." Proko gets out of the car.

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Jiang soothes a hand across the back of Proko's neck. He'll move on if Proko says no, but--but he's not saying no, and Jiang is going to make this up to him, grovel, do whatever Proko wants.

"C'mon. We'll park up a little way. He won't know." He kissed Proko's neck. "We'll be quick. You're so good, baby."

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Proko just rolls his eyes, but he's grinning. "So park us," he says, trying to ignore the shiver the kiss on his neck sends racing over his skin.

He gives Jiang a nudge and pushes his fingers through his hair. Once the car is parked he gets out, waits for Jiang because he's not walking up to the house alone, in case Kav suddenly appears or some shit. Proko jostles Jiang around the back, figuring they should check a door before he uses the key he has. The back door is open, though.

His heart pounds in his chest and he lets Jiang go in first, figuring he's the man with the goddamn plan.

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Jiang catches Proko's fingers before they slip inside. He listens, just inside the door. He's used to sneaking into his own house, the noises that parents make when they don't know their kids were around.

The house is silent. He makes a bee line, with Proko, toward where the in-home theater is. It's sound-proofed to the rest of the house. They can get away with a lot without anyone knowing they were ever there.

The theater's dark, quiet. Jiang kisses Proko as they shut the door behind them.

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As soon as the door is shut he leans into the kiss, all but throwing himself against Jiang. "Fuck," he moans against his mouth, hands pushing into Jiang's hair. "Better make this fucking worth it, okay?" He's grinning as he says it, though, biting at Jiang's lips.

He reaches down to palm Jiang through his jeans, squeezing his cock.

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"Don't I always, baby?" Jiang murmurs against Proko's mouth. He groans and presses his hips forward. "C'mon. You wanna put on somethin' dirty, baby? I know you don't need it, but. Adds to the fun, right?"

They both know the password to the laptop left in the theater, for streaming movies. Means easy access to whatever porn they want to pull up.

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"Put something on," he breathes, pushing Jiang away from him. He'd have to turn away, a little, to work the laptop and everything. "Go go."

Prokopenko waits, and as Jiang's turned around he nudges his shoes off, and his socks. He shoves his pants off, his shirt, until he's standing there in just his jock and his binder, and he feels like his heart is in his throat again.

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Jiang smiles and goes to the computer, rooting around, seeing if there's anything downloaded. When he finds it, he laughs a little.

"Our man Joey's got a lot of damn gay po--porn. Hey there."

Jiang starts one of the downloaded video, but he's looking at Proko in just his underthings. He smiles softly and struts over. "Hey there, baby. Think I'm a little overdressed."

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"I like it," he says when Jiang's closer. "I like that you're still dressed." He likes the brush of fabric against his bare skin. Proko reaches, catching Jiang's hands to guide them to his binder. He shows him where it's fastened.

"Go ahead." His voice is almost a whisper but he looks up at Jiang earnestly. He trusts him. Wants this.

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Jiang kisses him, pulling the binder open, and then off. He only breaks when he has to, and then he kisses him again.

He reaches down, grabbing Proko around the middle and lifting him up off his feet. Proko's smaller, lighter than him. It's pretty easy. He carries him down to the front row of seats.

"You wanna watch me? Or Kav's twink porn?"

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Proko gets a little head rush when the binder comes off; he's been wearing it all day and it feels good to have it off. He doesn't have time to wallow in that, though, because Jiang lifts him up, kissing him the whole way until he's on a seat.

"You," he says. "I wanna watch you." Maybe he'll catch sight of the porn but it doesn't really matter. He doesn't need it, he's been ready to go since he noticed Jiang watching him during practice.

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"Background noise," Jiang murmurs. He hasn't looked down yet, just keeps watching Proko's face as they figure out their positions. "You gonna keep that jock on?"

Then, with a thrill of heat, his mouth smudging down Proko's neck, Jiang asks, "You want me in your ass again? Or...?"

He's never actually talked about Proko's cunt, not out loud.

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"You can take it off," he says, giving Jiang permission to get him fully undressed. Proko wets his lips, feeling delirious with Jiang's breath on his neck. He grabs one of Jiang's hands, guiding it between his thighs. Like he doesn't already know what a mess Proko is.

"Want you in my cunt, Will. And you can come wherever you want huh?" He grabs Jiang's hair, pulls his head up so he can lick at his lips, then kiss him. "Okay?"