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There are a couple of weeks of freedom, after his summer tour is done but before classes begin, where Jiang feels free and alive. The tour was hard, to be out and away from Prokopenko and Kavinsky for so long, but he's back now, and Annapolis feels like home because it's where his heart lives.

As soon as he's stepped foot back on solid ground, he calls Proko. It's the middle of the day, and he's exhausted and feels like he hasn't showered in a year and a half, but it's probably closer to three days.

"Are you home?" he asks, as soon as the line picks up. "Can I come over? I've got a damn minute where I just get to be still and I want to do it in your bed."

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Proko just grins as soon as he hears Jiang's voice.

"You mean our bed? Yeah, I'm home. Don't tell me you lost your key or something You don't even have to ask man."

He hasn't seen Jiang except on Facetime or Skype for two months and even then, sometimes the connection is shitty or he just doesn't have time. He'd had two tours: one on land and another at sea. He got pictures from New York when Jiang was actually allowed a little bit of liberty, featuring Kavinsky. Proko had been more than a little jealous, but work has been giving him good hours and Jiang had really only had a weekend free.

But now the tours were over, and Jiang had time before classes began again. He had vacation time.

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"Well, if you weren't home, I was just going to shower until the hot water ran out and then die in the kitchen," Jiang admits, laughing and already on his way, talking and walking.

"Do you work tonight? Do I get you for a minute at least? It seems like we're always running." He laughs about it again, because he's the one that's been on tour for weeks on end. "I've missed you, baby."

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Proko rolls his eyes. "You can do that anyway, baby, but I'm not gonna let you die in the kitchen."

He almost hates how fluttery he feels at the promise of seeing Jiang, imminently. He gets up to head downstairs.

"I don't work tonight, but I do tomorrow. You're gonna stay here, right? Until you have to go back? It's like a vacation, right?" He wants that to be true so bad he's aching. "I missed you."

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"Yeah, I got a couple weeks before I have to report in," Jiang assures. The humidity presses in around him as he walks, but it feels real and true, and he appreciates it for the moment, even if it makes walking a bitch and a half.

"Almost makes me miss real summer breaks, huh? Getting time off and all that. But this is good. It'll be good to sleep without moving for a little bit."

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"Maybe I can convince the roommate to stay with his girl a while. Hoping that this time next year, I can afford a place without someone else. Or talk Kav into moving his ass down here. How close are you? Where are you?"

Proko tries not to fidget around the living room, but he does peak out the front windows. They're tall, like a lot of windows in this town, and they have half-shutters on the bottom to provide privacy at street level without blocking the light.

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"You should convince Kav to move down, definitely. If nothing else, that'd convince the current roommate to get the fuck out. Nobody'd wanna put up with him but us."

He smiles, soft and adoring, because he loves his boys. They're brothers to him, so much more than that, and this program is everything to him, and he misses them every day he's not with them. Getting to see Kav in New York was good, but getting to spend these days with Proko, like they're meant to be together? The idea of it already feels right.

"Almost there, baby," he assures. "I'm walking, okay, it takes a minute."

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Proko just grins. "Well hit the fuckin' gas, Marine. You spent all plebe year chopping places, don't act like you don't know how to walk real fast, even if it looks stupid."

Proko moves around a little restlessly, he wanders into the small dining room, the even smaller kitchen, and comes back out into the front room again while he listens to Jiang's voice.

"You in your civvies or are you trapped in uniform while you're in public still?"

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"I'm in Uniform because I just came from the Yard, and you have to deal with boat stink until I get things washed. But I have weeks and weeks of civvies for you to enjoy me in. And out of."

He doesn't correct Proko on the Marine thing. He wants it and he's wanted it since he applied to the academy, and he knows, if it doesn't work out, that he'll go for something else. It's something like a mantra to have Proko wish it into the world like that though.

"I should be five minutes, tops. Are you gonna have coffee for me? I might hit the deck on the spot. I might do things unmentionable to you while I'm in uniform, even before I drank the coffee."

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"I'll deal with it. And baby if you're that tired when you see me, I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm wearing new shorts."

He grins though when Jiang mentions - maybe promises - unmentionable things in uniform and it sends a delicious, unreasonable shiver through him. God, he's missed this asshole. Kav's visited a few times, and he loves him, too.

But two months without Jiang was rough.

Still, he goes into the kitchen to make sure the Keurig is all set up, so that when Jiang does decide he wants coffee, it's just a button push away.

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"Wow, that had nothing to do with being exhausted, and you will see all about it when I get there, you heathen," Jiang promises, laughing again. It's good just to listen to Proko's voice, without the garble of delay and connection.

Soon, Proko's row comes into view, and he breathes out happily. "Alright, I'll be up in a minute."

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"I'm hanging up. I love you." He says it even though he's going to see Jiang in a few minutes. Just in case.

Proko ends the call and goes upstairs to put his phone down on his nightstand, then he heads back downstairs, muttering to himself a little because he's stupidly aflutter. Kav would be making fun of him; he'd deserve it.

But he hears the doorknob turn and by the time Jiang gets it open, Proko pretty much jumps him, gushing all the mushy shit he's embarrassed to say in English in rapid Ukrainian.

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Jiang has his bag on the ground and his arms up to support Proko in his arms as soon as he's there, holding him up, kissing him in between each and every word that Proko let spill out. He soaked them all in, every single one.

"I love you," he whispers against Proko's mouth. Again and again, between every kiss and every hungry, soulful word out of Proko.

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"Fuck," he laughs; it sounds wet and he's mad at himself for tearing up. It's not like he hasn't seen Jiang, just-- he hasn't been able to touch him in so damn long. "Fuck you for making me this mushy, huh?"

But he kisses Jiang again, thighs tight around him. He grabs off his cover and puts it on his own head, not wanting it to fall of Jiang and out the door.

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Jiang laughs, a little overly emotional himself, all smiles and needing to be close and tactile. He kicks the door shut behind him as Proko takes his cover. H barely wants to move at all from where they're standing, but he manages at least to get as far as the couch, holding Proko up, which is easy with his legs around him.

"These shorts are fuckin' indecent, man," he breathes. He's half hard about it already.

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"Whatever, it's fuckin' hot out there if you haven't noticed."

He got used to these summers in Virginia, and the fact that he doesn't hang out with a bunch of assholes makes him more willing to wear whatever the fuck he wants around the house, especially on days his roommate is out working.

Proko relaxes on top of Jiang once they're on the couch and keeps his arms draped around his shoulders. "Welcome home, baby."

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Jiang purrs happily as they settle, as the weight of Proko settles on him and seems to keep him down to the earth. He kisses him and holds him close. His hands creep down and paw at Proko's ass.

"It's a good welcome home," he says against his mouth. "God. God, baby. Shit, I missed you."

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Proko grins as Jiang grabs his ass. "You're so fuckin' good, man. You're gonna have to tell me everything as soon as we're not, y'know."

He reaches down between them to get at Jiang's pants. He's intimately familiar with every part of his uniform now, and he can feel Jiang's cock, half hard, through it all.

"Hey there, sailor," he coos.

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Jiang swears as Proko touches up on him. It doesn't take much to get him from half to fully hard, and then he's just left gently panting against Proko's mouth.

"Good thing I was planning on doing laundry," he mumbles, all smiles, all good humor, but honest. A year in Bancroft and nearly two months on tour had done absolutely nothing for his first round staying power.

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"Mhm," he hums against Jiang's mouth. "And a shower."

But all that could wait. Proko gets Jiang's cock free, strokes slowly. "You miss me, baby? Not a lot of privacy on the YP boat, huh?"

He grins and his free hand starts working buttons free.

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"Shower you're gonna join me for," Jiang says, because it's assumed, because he's no fool. He shifts his hands, shifts those shorts around so that he can get at Proko properly, rub him down with insistent fingers and feel just how wet he's gotten already.

He sighs and moves his mouth to Proko's neck. "No privacy on the ship, no privacy in the rack at Quantico, no privacy anywhere but here."

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Proko groans and his thighs tremble a little as Jiang's fingers tease insistently against him. He's slick, ready; he's pretty sure he's been wet since he saw Jiang's name on his screen. He bites his lip and nudges his head against Jiang's.

"You made due in Bancroft. Bet you could've found somewhere to jack off."

He grins though and catches another kiss. "Don't gotta worry about it here huh?"

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"The showers," Jiang says, not joking about it. But Proko's right, he doesn't have to worry about that here. If he wants to, he can jerk off wherever he wants. But he doesn't want to jerk off. He wants to fuck. They can do that too.

He slides a finger into Proko, sighing against Proko's mouth, and then his neck, and then his shoulder.

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"Shit," he gasps out, moving his hips to meet the slide of Jiang's fingers. "Fuck, Jiang. C'mon man, you don't gotta wait."

He gives Jiang's cock a squeeze like he's trying to make a point. Goosebumps rise and disappear as Jiang's breath teases down his neck.

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"I like fingering you," Jiang says, moving his hand as best he can in their position, getting as aggressive as he can. He wants this to last as long as he can make it, and this is the best way he knows how. "I've missed fingering you. I wanna get you off."

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"Fuck," he whines, because it feels fucking good, even if he's feeling impatient. Jiang's being aggressive and it's-- really fucking good.

"Gimme another," he mumbles, breathless as he adjusts his position. Proko lets go of Jiang's cock, because he needs to grip something, and that ends up being Jiang's shoulder and the back of the couch.