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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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"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.

"What, you don't like the hair?" Jiang teases. He leans and rubs his head against Proko's hand, cat-like, grinning now. He doesn't want to think about having to introduce Proko--or Kav--to superior officers.

Maybe he ought to become Kavinsky's sponsor for a green card; he wonders if he can, as an eventual-military-officer.

He laughs and holds Jiang's head still so he can kiss it. "Love it, baby. But I really miss being able to grab it." He grinned and pushed Jiang back so he could sit on top of him.

"You look really good, baby. Shit, I fucking missed you." He sinks down to kiss him.

Jiang smiles as Proko moves on top of him like that. He smooths his hands across his thighs, up to his hips. Just to touch him is miraculous, it seems like. He gave him a few chaste kisses over Parent's Weekend, but was so exhausted he couldn't do much more.

"Well, I'll look into the dress code and see how long they'll let me get it. Certainly won't be like it was for a little while."

"Doesn't need to be," he murmurs. "I mean, even this looks good. I just miss it."

Proko looks down between them, brushes his fingers lightly over Jiang's chest. "I started saving up for surgery and stuff," he admits. It's slow going, but he's been working on it. The nest egg he has is strictly for emergencies now, or helping to pay rent or utilities in the event he comes up short for any reason. Or if Jiang needs something. "Been looking for a doctor. And insurance."

"Yeah?"

Jiang is wary and excited all at once. He smooths his hands up Proko's sides, cups one breast and gives it a squeeze.

"I'll miss playin' with 'em. But I'm here. And I--I'll figure out my budget and pitch some at you, if I can. Start a donation in the dorms."

"I uhm. I dunno if they're gonna be the first to go," he admits. He could handle them, and they were pretty small anyway. His hand rests low over his stomach. "I dunno, I'll figure it out, I just. Figured I'd start saving and figure out the order from there."

He almost fucking tears up when Jiang talks about helping like that and Proko tries to pull himself together. "You don't have to do that," he whispers, because he doesn't trust his voice. "Your salary is gonna be shit."

Jiang looks down where Proko touches, and he inhales a little bit. It's sort of a relief to think about, Proko having things taken care of so that they wouldn't have to worry about things like today.

He brushes a kiss on Proko's collarbone. "I know, but I want to do it if I can."

Then, with another brushing kiss, he murmurs, "You've got plan B, right? Shit, baby--should've just worn a rubber. You were gonna be a mess even with me covered up..."

"Hey, hey," he whispers, meeting each kiss and giving Jiang another. "Don't worry about it okay? I've got one here. Even if I didn't, as long as I got it tomorrow morning I'd be solid."

He kisses Jiang again, reassuring. "Wanted to feel you in me like that for a long time," he admits, grinning a little. "And if I get that surgery first... just not gonna have to worry about it. You can raw me whenever you want, baby."

"That's," Jiang starts, but then dissolves into quiet laughter. He smiles and pinches Proko's side. "That's rude, sir. That's fucking rude."

Proko just grins and wiggles a little bit, then kisses Jiang again. "Yeah, and you're real into it, don't fuckin' lie, man."

He looks at Jiang and a weak, wet laugh escapes. "Shit now I'm-- I don't want you to go." He know Jiang still has a little bit of time, a couple hours, but it's not like they could just fall asleep together.

"I am," Jiang agrees, pinching Proko again, tickling up his sides. He loves Proko any way he can get him, and especially when he can make Proko feel good too.

He kisses him. He can't afford a demerit this early in his career at the academy and they both know it. He kisses Proko slow and deep and shifts him a little bit so he can rub against him filthily.

"We've got time," he murmurs against Proko's mouth. "We've got a little while. And I'm not on complete lock down."

His breath catches when Jiang rubs against him. "I know. And when classes start you get weekends, and you have free time before curfew. Theoretically."

He knew first year students were expected to spend a lot of time studying, and he knows Jiang will. But they'll have the freedom to see each other during the week if they want to. Mostly.