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 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 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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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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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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Soon, Proko's row comes into view, and he breathes out happily. "Alright, I'll be up in a minute."
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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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"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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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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"These shorts are fuckin' indecent, man," he breathes. He's half hard about it already.
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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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"It's a good welcome home," he says against his mouth. "God. God, baby. Shit, I missed you."
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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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"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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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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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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"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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He slides a finger into Proko, sighing against Proko's mouth, and then his neck, and then his shoulder.
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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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"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.
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"Can't wait to feel you pin me down," he mutters against Jiang's ear, and his hand slides from his shoulder to the back of his neck. "Crowd into me and make me a mess."
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His breath catches and his whole body shivers when Jiang does it, and he holds him as tight as he dares. "Fuck, don't stop, don't stop--"
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"Gonna have to do that anyway," he says with a sighed laugh. "How's it feel, baby? How's it goin'? You almost there?"
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