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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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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."

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.

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.

"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.

"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."

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?"

"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.

"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.

"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."

"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.

Easily, Jiang slides in a second one. He rubs his thumb against Proko's clit, fucking into him as he clings like that. It makes his cock throb and twitch. Jiang takes that, happy about it. He'll hold out as long as he can before he comes.

He cusses again and he tries to ride Jiang's fingers. "You're fuckin' killin' me," he whines, thighs tightening for a second as Jiang's thumb rubs him just the right way.

"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."

"You're already a mess, baby," Jiang sighs. He slides a third finger into him, spreads them a little bit inside him. He can feel the way that Proko flutters from the inside. "Practically dripping down to my wrist. You're gonna be nasty all over my cock. I should put a tarp down so we don't have to wash your sheets."

"Gonna have to fuckin' dry clean this uniform-- ah--" He jumps a little as the third finger slides in, but it's really fucking good. "M-move your thumb a little."

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--"

Jiang focuses on rubbing more than moving his fingers, because Proko's doing plenty to keep that thrusting pace going. He hums and sighs a little bit, his cock twitching, desperate. He feels ready to burst already.

"Gonna have to do that anyway," he says with a sighed laugh. "How's it feel, baby? How's it goin'? You almost there?"

"Yeah," he hiccups. "Yeah, I'm-- I'm close." He knows he's burning up, even in the air conditioning, and he feels Jiang's cock brush against his thigh as he tries to get closer.

Proko curls close and shoves his face against Jiang's neck, moaning low as he gets tight, as he trembles. "Shit, shit," he pants against Jiang's neck as he comes.

"That's it, baby," Jiang says without letting up. He's close too, dancing that edge, panting against Proko's hair. "God, baby. Illy, shit. God, you feel good. You feel so fucking good."

He rubs him through it, and then slips his fingers out just so he can nudge--but not push in--against Proko's cunt. It won't take more than a minute or two for him to come like this, as keyed up as he is.

"Jiang," he moans sharply and there's an extra shiver when Jiang's fingers slide out. "Shit, c'mon," he pleads, reaching between them to touch him again.

"Don't make me wait anymore, Will. I know you want it, baby."

Proko doesn't care that it won't last long. They have six weeks to take their time. For the first time in a year, they have time.

Jiang huffs, puts his face down against Proko's neck until he finds a good spot, and then he bites there. It feels good to mark him up.

It barely takes a moment before he comes, a mess, on Proko's cunt and shorts. He groans against Proko, huffing, desperate for it. Hungry for it.

He keeps a tight hold on him, and his breath catches when Jiang bites him. He's missed being marked up, he's missed all of this. .

"Shit, Will," he murmurs, a little breathless after Jiang comes. Proko hauls him into another kiss, lingering against his mouth. "Could've been in me, fucker," he laughs.

"I will later," Jiang promises, because he plans to, at least twice before the afternoon's over, and plenty more over the next six weeks. Lazily. Roughly. On every surface they can bend over and sit on and press against.

He huffs and presses his forehead against Proko's cheek as he catches his breath, shaking and over sensitive for the moment.

"Shit, I'm really gonna have to get this shit laundered now."

"Mmhm." After a tender moment of having their heads pressed together, Proko kind of slides off to the side. He pushes his hair back, lazy and boneless.

"Should go shower," he says. "Get you out of all this. Get your shit upstairs and put away."

He's got plenty of Jiang's clothes, since he hadn't exactly needed a lot of civvies in his first year. But he wants him to unpack. He wants it to feel like Jiang is staying.

"It'll be nice to be out of a suitcase for a hot minute," he says. Rucksack. Footlocker. It will be nice to be in drawers and closet space, like anyone else. Jiang pulls Proko's shorts back over his cunt for half a second, and kisses him.

"C'mon. Shower. Unpack. Some goddamn coffee. I could sleep for a week, but I refuse to." He smiles. "You know, I get to take naps this year?"

"Bet you're gonna sleep like an infant." Proko smiles and nudges against Jiang before he gets up. He leans down to help tuck Jiang's dick away before he goes to haul up the rucksack that had been dropped the second Jiang got in the door. Probably because he'd suddenly had a Slav on him.

"C'mon, sailor. Let's get you settled and figure our shit out, huh? And get you out of that uniform." He winks at Jiang and heads up the stairs. HE pauses halfway to say, "The Keurig's all set up if you wanna grab a mug and have shower coffee."

"My boy loves me best," Jiang murmurs, smiling and kissing Proko as he pulls away from him. He heads into the kitchen to make that coffee, glad for Keurig because it's fast and easy and he can die happy on this cross with his boy and his black coffee.