William Jiang (
supra_et_ultra) wrote2018-06-11 03:26 pm
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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."
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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He kisses at his neck, his shoulder, scraping his teeth just a little bit.
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He laughs, just a little strained, and he twists to try to get a kiss.
"Tell me you missed me."
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He kisses at him, slow and gentle, as he stretches him, a teasing slowness.
"We're gonna be fuckin' lazy, and domestic, and we're gonna put twelve months of fucking in six weeks," he promised. "This year's gonna be a little easier than last year. I'll get out a little bit more. I'll have my phone a little more. And I'll be here every second I can be. Every second you want me."