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Jiang is aware that he's always been sort of on the outside of the group, of any group, at Aglionby. He doesn't come from an up-and-coming family, like most of the Vancouver kids. He isn't white, like the rest of Prokopenko and Kavinsky's miscreants. But he is vital. He is reliable. He is dedicated to these boys.

He is aware that, in more than just what he looks like or where he comes from, he's a little outside of the group. It comes in waves, in whispers. In a tiny scowl when Skov sneers something nasty, or Swan assures that his watching Jiang at soccer practice isn't a gay thing. Jiang never says anything about it. He isn't, so it doesn't matter.

But his eyes linger. He looks at boys as much as he looks at girls, and that's probably pretty dangerous for him to do. So he's quiet and doesn't say anything about it.

Tonight, they're getting high in Kavinsky's weird in-home theater. Kavinsky has taken over three seats all to himself. Skov's wandered off to hit on Kavinsky's mom. Jiang has no idea where Swan is. But Prokopenko is nearby, half glancing toward Kavinsky's ostensibly sleeping form as if no one will notice. Jiang does. He pinches his joint between his fingers and sits down, offering it to Proko as he exhales slowly.

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They're all laughter and loose limbs and wild excitement, colliding stars in a night sky that's been dangerous this whole time, dangerous and dark. Jiang feels absolutely electric.

He puts his cock away and slides into the front seat again, roaring the engine back to life. He checks his phone; texts from Skov, and Kavinsky. They noticed they'd both ducked out, but there's no sign that they noticed they ducked out together.

"You want beer, at our pit stop? I've got my fake on me."

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"Fuckin' focus." Proko puts himself away and climbs into the passenger seat. He pushes his hair back, doesn't even bother to fuck with his phone just yet. Maybe he'll text Kavinsky while Jiang is fucking him.

"Uh yeah, sure, I guess." He'd drink if it was available but he had a single focus right now.

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Jiang parks in front of the convenience store, leaves the car idling. Boldly, he leans over and kisses Proko's neck. That's too tender; he turns his teeth on him, sucking up a mark even though it's above Proko's collar.

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The kiss is nice, and then it turns into something harder, sharper, and Proko moans and grabs Jiang's head. "Shit," he whispers, voice strained. "Shit, go-- go get our shit, man."

He doesn't let Jiang go, though, breath quick until his mouth finally lets up.

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Once Jiang lets up, he darts out of the car. The convenience store is quiet. He gets lube, condoms, and a six pack; the clerk doesn't card him for any of it, knowing from the car and the attitude that he's an Aglionby kid. It has its perks.

Back in the car, he tucks everything into the foot well, next to Proko's feet. Then, he lingers his hand slowly up Proko's leg, from shin to thigh.

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He waits in the car, trying not to get jittery but Jiang is quick, a hit and run stock up. He moves his feet and is promptly distracted by the hand on his thigh. Proko turns, catching Jiang to pull him into another kiss. He bites Jiang's lip before he pulls back.

Prokopenko grins.

"Let's go, cowboy."

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The drive back to Jiang's place is filled with thumping bass and stop-sign kissing. Jiang feels alive, and he's not sure what to do about it. When they park, he lingers; the cross from the door to his bedroom over the garage takes them through the house, unfortunately.

He gets his kissing out of the way for right now, pulling Proko close and slipping him tongue instantly.

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Prokopenko's hand finds it's way back between Jiang's thighs, teasing, fondling through his jeans but never offering more than that. Once the car is in park he nearly climbs into Jiang's lap, meeting the kiss.

It's late but it's not that late, and he has no idea if Jiang's parents are still gonna be up. He can play it straight if they are, but he needs this now. "Shit," he whispers. "Fuck let's uhm--" He cuts himself off, kissing Jiang again.

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Jiang nods, breathing against Proko's mouth for a moment longer. He touches him as well, playful, teasing, until they were starting to get a little breathless.

"Yeah, c'mon. Grab the shit?" He opens the car and heads toward the door, hoping his folks are asleep based on how dark the house is. Hopefully they'll get through the kitchen without incident.

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Proko groans and grabs the bag and the beer as he gets out of the car. He catches up to Jiang, staying close and trying not to be too jittery on the off chance that they do run into parents. The house looks promisingly dark, though.

His cock is aching and he almost complains about having to walk but his better angels manage to keep his mouth shut; or maybe it's the fact that he presses up behind Jiang to bite his shoulder while he's getting the door open.

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They managed to get all the way to the stairs that lead to Jiang's over-garage bedroom before Jiang's mom calls out to him, aggressively Chinese. He rolls his eyes and nudges Proko in the spine toward the stairs.

"I'll be up in a minute," he promises, trying to school his aroused flush and his blood-shot, stoned eyes in that moment before he goes to see his parents.

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Prokopenko freezes at the sharp tone from Jiang's mom. He almost doesn't move at all when Jiang nudges him but manages to remember how his feet work.

"You have to go see her now?" he breathes and catches Jiang briefly by a belt loop, just to hold onto him for a second as they get into his room. He's waiting here, there's no fucking way he's going before someone's mom with a raging hard on. He is better than Skov.

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"Yes," Jiang breathes, a murmur of intention. He kisses him, and then pushes him again. Once they're separated, he shouts out to his mother, responsive Chinese syllables as he treks through the house to find where his parents have holed themselves up.

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He leans into the kiss, into the hand on his chest, and just grins when Jiang pushes him away. He sets the beer on the floor by the bed and tosses the bag onto it. It's not the first time Proko has been in Jiang's room, but it's definitely the first time he's been there with the intention to fuck.

Now he's really glad Jiang does his laundry more than Skov does.

He drops down onto the bed and opens one of the beers; as he scans the room he tries to spot any new art work without actually snooping. Eventually he flops back, careful not to spill anything from the bottle, and feels his cock through his jeans. "Fuck," he sighs. Jiang better fucking hurry or he might get started on his own.

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Jiang takes longer than he wants, but it's still only a few minutes. He jogs up the stairs, gets into his room, and locks the door behind him.

For a moment, he just stands there, looking toward Proko sprawled on the bed. Slowly, his face splits in a lazy grin, watching how he's sprawled there.

"Didn't open me one?"

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"I am not your butler," he insists. Prokopenko lolls his head so he can actually see Jiang and grins at him. "Mom mad at you? She sounded pissed.

Jiang looks good standing there, this space fits him. Or he fits it. Something like that. Proko sits up and offers his open beer to Jiang.

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"They hate when I'm out and miss dinner," Jiang says with a shrug. There was a reason he and the guys never hung out at his place, really, when his parents were around.

He grabs his weed and bong from his desk and climbs onto the bed with Prokopenko. Casually, he straddles Proko's thighs and takes the beer to take a sip, then focuses on loading the bong.

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Proko takes his beer back as Jiang works on the bong. "Do I look like a table?" he huffs, but there's a laugh on the edge of his voice. He stretches out to set his beer on the nightstand; he wants to be a mess but not from beer sticking to him.

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"Little bit," Jiang says with a lazy grin. It's easy, comfortable. The closeness, the casualness, thrills in Jiang's chest, and straight down to his cock, half hard even after the lecture from his parents.

Or maybe just because he's sitting on Illya Prokopenko, who let him suck his cock, who wants him to fuck him.

He wants to maintain this high, just in case that's the only way this is happening. He doesn't want this to take a bad turn.

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Proko sits up as much as he can, propping himself up with his arm so he can take a hit off the bong when it's ready. He doesn't need this to fuck but he's not going to turn it down, either. It's good, it's whatever. He just doesn't want Jiang to change his mind, to act like fucking is so different from sucking cock.

But Jiang gave good head, he has to have done it before, right?

After he takes a hit he tries to get closer so he can shotgun Jiang.

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Jiang gives Kavinsky one single, silent blessing for that time they all went out to the old mines and practiced shotgunning. He thanks Proko's boldness back then, laughing and rolling his eyes at Skov's sneer about it; he thanks that nobody questioned when he lingered, just a little bit, on each shared hit.

He holds the bong out of the way and takes the hit from Proko, and then kisses him, slow and deep, filthy. All scraping teeth and tongue.

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Proko gripped the back of Jiang's neck, holding him into the kiss as he licks into his mouth, chases the taste of him. "I'm fucking dying, man," he mumbles against Jiang's mouth, voice edged with need.

He grabs the front of Jiang's shirt, holding tight. "Why didn't I know your cock is so nice, huh? Holding out on me." Never mind that Jiang had good reason not to risk hitting on him.

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"Haven't been peeking during gym, clearly," Jiang murmurs against Proko's mouth. He smooths a hand through Proko's hair, kissing him again and again, and then setting the bong aside on the bedside table because he needed this now.

He pushes Proko back against his mattress and rumpled sheets and grinds down against him.

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Thank fuck the bong goes away. Proko keeps his fingers tight against Jiang's shirt as he ends up on his back again. "Fuck," he moans against his mouth, hips lifting urgently to meet Jiang's.

He adjusts his grip on Jiang's shirt to pull it off, breaking the kiss to wrestle it off over his head.

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Jiang laughs at Proko's impatience. He makes quick work of Proko's shirt as well, and then of his pants, and then of his shorts. He just needs to get to skin. He needs to see the stuff that Proko is made of, from those uneven shoulders to those knobbly knees, and his long, slim cock.

He trails a finger over Proko's ribs. "Eat a fuckin' sandwich, son."