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He gets privileges so rarely, and when he does they're mostly supervised, so it isn't him who finds the video, it's one of the other guys. He walks into his dorm, exhausted, to a clutch of other boys, and one blurts out, "Hey, Jiang. Ain't this your bitch?"

It took him a second to figure out what he was looking at.

Next weekend, he gets a phone call. He's been sitting on it, waiting for the time, but he's got free time, and his phone, and Proko's number pulled up. He dials it, hand on the back of his neck, thinking about what to say and how to say it.

"Pick up," he mumbles to the ringer. "Pick up, pick up..."

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He fucking sobs when he gets permission to come. He pushes his hands between his legs, three fingers sliding easily into his cunt even with Jiang filling his ass.

"Oh fuck," he whimpers, working his hips desperately. His fingers slide free so he can stroke his clit, hand moving furiously until every single breath is edged with a moan. "Can I come? Oh fuck please, please."

He can't hold back, though, and as soon as he finishes pleading he's coming, curling up beneath Jiang like he can trap the feeling as it shivers through him.

"Shit, baby," Jiang sighs, a desperate noise as he watches Proko, as he feels it. He manages to fuck through it, hips rough and seeking his own pleasure. He doesn't bother asking where Proko wants him to come; that's still not this game.

He's behind him by just a minute or so, breath coming out in wanting shudders as he buries himself as deep as he can get and comes inside him.

He feels Jiang come and another sharp, delicious shiver races through him before Proko feels completely boneless. He tries to keep his hips up but his hand drops to the bed and he pants for air.

"I love you," he breathes, his voice utterly wrecked.

Jiang breathes out a noise that's possibly a laugh. He slaps Proko's ass a little, slowly easing out of him and then collapsing on his back next to him.

"You're obligated," he teases. "I just came in you twice."

Proko tries to stay where he is despite that all he wants is to collapse onto his side. "Take a picture of your come leaking out of me," he murmurs. "Send it to Kav."

"Who says I didn't already snap one?" Jiang asks. He doesn't want to move. But he does, despite the protests of his body wanting to just languish. He gets back up on his knees and, just to be extra crude, rests his cock against Proko's ass.

"Tip your hips up for the view, baby." He's already snapping pictures, a series of filthy shots that show the pink hand-strikes on Proko's ass.

Proko arches his back to tip his hips and he reaches down to spread his cunt, hoping there's a lewd gape with Jiang's come spilling out of his holes.

He only moves when Jiang does, finally falling onto his side, just trying to breathe. Jiang's cover is still over his face.

Jiang admires the pictures with conviction, going through and selecting a variety of them to send to Kavinsky without any context or anything else to say. It's possessive, and more than that it's a bit asinine because they both know that Kavinsky's been there too.

He sends one with a particularly good angle on the gape of both Proko's cunt and ass, the sloppy mess of come and spit smeared on his skin. Then he sets his phone aside.

"I can't stay," he says, solemnly.

He finally pushes the cover away from his face so he can look at Jiang, a little heartbroken. "I know," he murmurs. "Please, just a little longer?"

Proko pushes up a little and at the same time tries to pull Jiang closer to him. He bumps their brows together and tries for a shy, soft kiss.

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"Hey," Jiang whispers, right against the kiss. He kisses back, full of love, tenderness. Trust. He cups the back of Proko's neck, fingers fidgeting into the hair on the nape of his neck. "Hey. I don't have to go yet. Curfew's not for a couple hours."

He nods and he tries not to just climb into Jiang's lap. He's a mess. "Should take off your uniform," he says, tugging at the white fabric. "Don't wanna fuck it up."

"Think it's a little too late for that," Jiang points out with a wry smile. There's a smear of come on the thigh, discoloring the pants a little bit and giving the potential for a stain later. None the less, he gets out of bed on tottering legs and strips out, folding everything neatly.

"Good thing I've got Tide pens back in the room."

"Knew those would come in handy," he says with a small smile. As soon is Jiang is stripped down, Proko pulls him back into bed and into a kiss.

"Are you still mad at me?" he asks softly.

"I told you, I wasn't mad in the first place." And though there was anger, frustration, a little bite of betrayal, it's true. He isn't mad, wasn't, and so there's nothing to hold onto now that he's worked it out of his system.

"It's not how I wanted to find out about it. You had a shit load of time to tell me, man. That last substance party was ages ago."

"I fucked up," he says quietly. "I know I did." He doesn't have an excuse; Jiang's right. "It's not how I wanted you to find out, either."

His hand slides, fingers catching and tangling with Jiang's. "I didn't think it would happen again. And when it did it was when you were knee-deep in whatever they made you do for six weeks. And I didn't-- it didn't feel like something to do over the phone. But I should've told you."

Jiang looks at Proko for a long, quiet minute. Proko's really beating himself up about it, and Jiang can't really figure out why. Yeah, he was upset--understandably, he feels like. But he's also said he's not mad, and he's worked it out through what they just did.

Finally, he softly says, "I can't make you believe that I'm not mad, okay? If you wanna beat yourself up about it, that's up to you. But I never said you fucked up. It happened. You didn't tell me. Now I know."

He shrugs.

"What now?" he asks, a little helplessly. He sinks back onto the bed and pushes his hair back, just looking at Jiang. He's lost weight in some places and put it on in others, he thinks. Muscles he already had have become more defined.

He looks really good.

"You wanna keep seeing him?"

Because this is Kav and Proko, Jiang figures. They've been orbiting each other for a lifetime, practically, and Jiang's insertion didn't change that. It's not a matter of keep fooling around; it's something more than that.

"Yeah. But if that's not okay then I won't."

He has no idea what it will feel like to say no to Kavinsky, but he will if Jiang puts his foot down. He doesn't know what the fuck it is between him and Kavinsky, but Jiang-- He doesn't want to compromise what they have.

"Baby, you and Kav have been tied together at the hip as long as you've known him," Jiang points out. He's surprised it didn't happen sooner, but then, Kavinsky was always acting like he was into girls up until the start of senior year when he and Skov got in that brawl about it.

"I wish I'd known sooner, but I know now. If it makes you happy, you know..."

"I want you to be happy too, man." Proko moves close again and touches their heads together. "I wish I'd known sooner." Maybe he should have. Maybe it should have been obvious to him that, whatever they are, somehow he and Kav are just a package deal.

"I love you, Will." His hand smooths over Jiang's shoulder, gently grips the back of his neck.

"I love you too, baby," Jiang says, soft and earnest. If he tells Proko no, that's not loving him. That's not letting him be happy. Jiang can no more tell Proko that he can't see or fuck around with Kav than he could drop out of the academy. It's just not in the cards, not even on the table.

His phone buzzes. Kav. Jiang ignores it for right now, but then Proko's buzzes and Jiang actually looks at it. "Your second boyfriend's tryin' to play it cool, like he's not totally into looking at my dick next to your cum-filled slutty ass."

"Yeah well he can jack it and wait." He nuzzles close to Jiang, kisses him sweetly. "Are you gonna be okay with me having a-- are you okay with your boyfriend having a boyfriend?"

He strokes his fingers over the velvety fuzz on Jiang's head and kisses him again. "You're always gonna come first, baby." He doesn't even know if boyfriend is the right word for him and Kav. They just... are.

"Makes for interesting introductions." Jiang isn't quite in the habit of talking about his personal life, except that when Proko and Kavinsky had shown up for Parent's Weekend, he'd been anything but discrete about who these people were to him. So people knew, and they made the assumptions they were going to.

He pushes Proko's head gently. "I'm not gonna make you choose. I'm glad it's someone like Kav, if you're gonna see someone else while I'm behind the wall. Or even once I'm out."

"Hello Admiral, this is my boyfriend and-- ah yeah that guy over there is his boyfriend. I can totally see it now." He grins and nuzzles into Jiang, getting another kiss.

"Can't wait until you can do over nights," he sighs, hands sliding to cradle Jiang's head. "Or until you can grow this hair out again." He grins and rubs it all over.