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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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"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."

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"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--"

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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?"

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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"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.

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By the time Jiang gets upstairs, the shower is running and his rucksack has been tossed into the bedroom. Proko's waiting in the bathroom. "Make sure you hang that shit up, I don't wanna hear it if you get it wrinkled," he teases before he disappears into the shower.

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"I'm gonna have to get it drycleaned anyway," he says with a laugh, and the sudden reminder that that will cost him money is a daunting one. In Henrietta, money wasn't exactly an object to him, and while he's in school, all his laundry service is covered with the rest of his fees, from his stipend. But it's six weeks of neither of those things, and he realizes that he can't just write home and ask for a check.

He says nothing, just strips and methodically folds everything as he sets it aside, and then joins Proko in the shower, with his coffee. He sips it between peppering Proko's shoulders and neck with kisses.

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"There's a place up the road that's cheap and good," he says while Jiang folds his clothes. "They'll probably give you a military discount, too." He knows Jiang's stipend isn't amazing, and that most of his expenses come out before he sees any money.

When Jiang joins him in the shower, even thinking about all that goes out the window. He smiles under all the kisses and leans into Jiang.

"Feeling better yet?" he asks as he turns and steals a sip of Jiang's coffee.

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"Gimme a minute to feel slightly more human," Jiang jokes, smiling and draping his arms around Proko. "I think I had one shower a week over the past six. I've gotta let the water sink in before the grime's all gone. This might be a long shower."

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"Can be as long as you want. Or at least until the hot water runs out, huh?"

He gets the soap to start cleaning off a little, but mostly he works on Jiang. "Do you wanna try to plan to do anything before you go back?" He asks because planning is a thing he apparently does now. "We could go to the beach or something."

He can take off work, he hasn't really done much of that. Jiang's only ever had a few hours here, a day or two there.

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Jiang smiles and helps to soap Proko up, and soap himself up. It doesn't take him long to finish his coffee and set the mug aside.

He grabbed the soap from Proko and started to lather him up properly, grinning as he looked at him while he did it. "God, I missed you."

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"I missed you too," he says, softer and warmer. He leans into Jiang, making it more difficult to soap him up but whatever. Jiang can deal.

"I uhm. I saw some doctors while you were away. I didn't mention it while you were on the cruise because I was still kind of digesting it myself."

He wasn't keeping it a secret, but he also hadn't been sure how to bring it u on a phone call or facetime with a shitty connection. And it didn't feel like something he wanted to text about, either. Most of all, Proko hadn't wanted to distract Jiang while he was, more or less, deployed. And it just felt like a conversation he wanted to have in person, so he'd waited.

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Jiang runs his fingers over Proko's back, following the slope of his spine. He's not sure he should ask if it was just talking and seeing, or if something went down, or where they're at. He wants to know. He wants Proko to own whatever he can.

"Good visits? We doin' good work?" He lifts his hands and ruffles his fingers into Proko's wet hair. "Things panning out how you want?"

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Proko shrugs one shoulder. "Yeah, I mean. I guess. We talked about some options, you know? Like going on T and all, and-- and getting rid of some things."

His fingers brush low over his belly. Sometimes he thinks everything else can wait, as long as he can get rid of all that, as long as he doesn't have to be afraid of the one thing happening that he can't handle, or having to wake up another morning and think about tampons.

He'd stopped taking hormone blockers a year ago, when he kind of got cut off from the family funds. He hadn't really said anything about it to Jiang or Kav until he had to: his period had come back, and he kind of lost his shit.

"What do you think?" he asked, looking up at Jiang.

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"I think it's your body, and I'm gonna support you however you go about it," Jiang says. He runs his fingers over Proko's lower belly as well, and then slowly down between his legs. He knows part of the concern is the periods, but another part of it is also the potential for pregnancy.

He's read up about it. There's still a risk even if Proko's on testosterone.

"However you wanna be, baby," he said. "You know I'm sold on you."

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Proko nods a little. "I felt-- I mean I felt fine when I was still on the blockers and all. I had good days and bad days but." He shrugs and stays leaning against Jiang's chest.

"Last year has kinda sucked really fuckin' bad. And I dunno the best way to fix it but I'm. I'm trying to figure it out. I know never having a fucking period again would help. So. Maybe that's the first big thing on the list. Tempted to ask Baba for help."

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"I know it has, baby," Jiang murmurs. Even from behind the wall, he knows that things have been rough while Proko's been finding his feet here in Maryland, and he appreciates that. He doesn't want Proko to suffer for a moment.

"I wish I could do more to help," he says, pressing a kiss against him and moving his hands to hold him around the middle. "But you know Baba would help no matter what. You probably don't even need to ask. Just wish it into the universe."