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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 sort of dissolves onto the floor, sliding until his knees hit the carpet. He moves so his thighs are pressed together and keeps himself bent over the seat of the chair, boneless. "Wanna feel you come," he mumbles, managing to pick his head up long enough to look back at Jiang.

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Jiang leans forward, catching Proko's mouth in a filthy kiss. He slides his cock between Proko's thighs, fucking the slick mess left over by Proko's pleasure. He knows he won't last long like this. "There you go, baby. Fuck. Illy...Illya..."

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He feels used and it's so fucking good. Jiang's fucked almost every part of him since they left the practice field and Proko's a fucking mess from it, his thighs and Jiang's cock wet enough for Jiang to just-- to just push in like that. He slumps after the kiss, leaning on the seat.

"Wanna feel you come, baby," he mumbles. "C'mon... you're so good to me, huh? I wanna feel."

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Jiang grabs Proko's hips, fucking him, trying to keep from just pushing back into his cunt. It was tempting. He wasn't going to make it.

"Fuck," he breathes. His hips stutter just a little more, and he comes with a desperate noise, spattering Proko's thighs.

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He shivers when he feels that, when he feels Jiang come across his thighs. Proko feels like he can't bring himself to get up, to move. He kind of just... slides, falls to the his side on the floor with a lazy grin. He's completely fucked out and it's kind of great.

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"Holy shit," Jiang breathes, a touch of laughter in his voice. He holds onto Proko, helps him ease onto the ground. The porn keeps playing behind them, flickers of light on Proko's fair skin.

Jiang traces a finger up and down his spine and lets him rest, watching him in the half-dark.

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"Holy shit," he agrees, soft and a little wrecked. Proko doesn't even attempt to move, except maybe to grope for his shirt, to pull it under his head. The carpet itches his cheek. He just lays there, breathing: a filthy fucking mess with light from a porn movie lighting him up.

Eventually one hand moves, blindly seeking Jiang's until he can catch it, hold it against him.

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Jiang stills his hand when Proko catches it. He sits there on the ground, cock out of his jeans, and just admires all that skin and all that trust.

He leans down and kisses Proko's shoulder, whispering against his skin in slurry Chinese.

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Proko smiles tiredly and he twists a little more towards Jiang. "What're you saying?" He reaches to pull Jiang closer to him, wanting to feel a little less exposed. Jiang's body makes for a nice cover.

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Jiang smiles a little, a secretive thing. They've been doing this for almost a year, and Jiang's terrified of wrecking this. He's terrified that someone will notice that he's not seeing a girl anymore, that someone will put it together.

He's terrified that Proko will, and that he won't like it.

"Telling you what a ho you are," Jiang says, smooth and easy.

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Proko rolls his eyes and pushes lazily at Jiang's head. "Find my pants," he mumbles. He doesn't want to get dressed, but maybe he's a little paranoid about getting caught.

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Jiang kisses Proko's shoulder again, shuffling up off the floor and shoving his cock back in his jeans. He doesn't want to sneak back out, doesn't want to pretend like this isn't happening. He knows he needs to.

He finds all of Proko's clothes, comes back to him and unceremoniously dumps it on his head with a pleased sort of giggle.

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Proko rolls his eyes and lazily kicks at Jiang. "Asshole," he mumbles, utterly fond. He shimmies back into his pants; he's going to need to clean the fuck out of them after this but whatever.

He pulls his shirt back on without his binder and kind of cuddles up close to Jiang, right there on the floor of the theater. "Think Kav'd be pissed if we were here when he gets back?"

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"Maybe if we're still watching his porn," Jiang points out. He's trying not to think too much about the fact that Kav has, approximately, a shit ton of gay porn. There's just something curious about it--not the gay part, somehow. He's not sure he wants to think that much about Kavinsky's solitary sexual habits.

"But I know you've just popped up at his place before, man. So I don't think it'd be weird."

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"Yeah, I have." He's disappeared to Kav's place for days at a time just to avoid his dad. Proko rubs his hair and leans into Jiang, eyes drifting shut. He grins. "Gonna fuckin' waddle, you asshole."

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"Pretty sure that's not my fault," Jiang says, smudging a kiss against Proko's forehead. "Some little ho was bein' real good about letting me breed his ass, you know?"

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Proko just grins and turns his head to get a kiss. "Yeah and you were real into it, huh? Maybe-- maybe someday you can breed the rest of me."

His face gets hot just saying it. But he doesn't care, because Jiang's-- Jiang's just really good. He feels okay saying it.

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A shiver pulls at him, and Jiang has to laugh and groan all at once. He has to, or he's going to do something stupid, like try to fuck Proko again right now.

He nips at his lower lip and touches their foreheads together.

"Whatever you want, baby," he says softly. "I'm here for the whole package."

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Proko tries to tuck himself closer, turns his head to kiss him. He murmurs something in Ukrainian, soft and almost slurred. He nuzzles their noses together, because he's fucking-- he's real fucking sweet on William Jiang.

He laughs a little. "You wanna keep watchin' this or should we find something with fewer cocks out?"

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Jiang smiles and laughs. He eases Proko up, and onto a seat. "I'll go put somethin' on. Horror or action? Those are your choices, I don't make the rules, my guy."

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Proko grins and pushes his hair back, lolling his head to look at Jiang. "Horror?" he suggests, watching Jiang. Just looking at him because he looks so fucking good.

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Without Jiang getting up, the film cut off abruptly. The lights were still down. Jiang freezes, looking at Proko, brows slowly furrowing.

From the back of the theater, Kavinsky drawled, "Man, I don't give a shit if you two wanna get nasty in here, but do you gotta watch my porn?"

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Proko's not sure what a heart attack feels like, but he's pretty sure he's having one. He whips around on the seat and he just fucking stares, trying to figure out how fucking long Kav could have been there. And he realizes that he got undressed - totally naked-- had Kav seen?

"Shit," he chokes, practically falling off the seat. He needs his fucking his binder, his shoes-- He falls right into Jiang.

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Jiang is getting to his feet, trying to think of something placating to say, and Proko is tripping over himself, and it all makes noise, but Kavinsky's drawl cuts through: "Hey. Hey. Jesus Christ, sit down."

Somehow, in the mix of it all, Jiang finds Proko's hand. It's still mostly dark, but he can see the sharp lines of Kavinsky's face. How long had he been sitting back there by the computer?

Boldly, Jiang snarls, "You get off watching, motherfucker?"

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Something settles when Jiang's hand grips his. Prokopenko holds tight, stays next to Jiang almost defiantly as Kav's voice cuts through the panic, then Jiang's.

And maybe he shoots a string of curses, none of them in English, at Kavinsky. Proko doesn't handle surprises well.

"When the fuck did you get here, huh?" he manages.