"Shit," Jiang breathes, leaning against Proko as he gets his jeans open and shoves them down, trying to get to Proko's cock. When he does, he strokes him slowly.

"Gonna have to go slow," he mumbles. "No lube. Fuck."

Maybe he could take him home; he thinks of it briefly. His parents are asleep, and his room above the garage is private. But it's thrilling, to be here.