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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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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.