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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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Proko is already debating not going to class. He knows Jiang would go. Maybe he can get notes or whatever. Maybe he can just stay in Jiang's bed all day and be waiting when he gets back. He grins a little at the thought but he doesn't get a chance to voice it, because Jiang is kissing him and it's so good. Proko moans quietly, tangles his fingers in Jiang's hair and grips his shoulder to keep his balance.

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If they keep going like this, they're going to fuck in the shower. Jiang has absolutely nothing against that, except he's never done it before, and he has visions of them slipping and fucking themselves up.

"C'mon," he breathes against Proko's mouth. "We can shower again, if you want. Later."

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Proko huffs a little laugh. "I didn't start it," he insists, but it still takes him a moment to let go. He finishes cleaning himself up and steps out of the shower to grab a towel. He figures maybe it'd be nice to let Jiang finish washing himself without being all up on him.

"Hey, you have something I can sleep in?" He supposes he can just flip back into his shorts or something, but. He asks anyway.

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Jiang washes fairly briskly. He wasn't covered in come, after all. Once the shower is off, he grabs a towel as well. He swoops in toward Proko and bites the back of his shoulder.

"What, you don't wanna just stay in your birthday suit all night, man?"

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Proko just rolls his eyes. "It's not my birthday," he shoots back. Back in he bedroom he at least finds his shorts. "I mean maybe, but can you be sure your mom or someone isn't gonna just come in here?" Hey, he doesn't actually know how nosy Jiang's parents are; but if they're the kind that might walk into their kid's room without warning Proko doesn't want to be caught naked, especially if he has to go out a window or something.

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"I'll get you some pants," Jiang assures, even if his door does lock from the inside and his parents don't generally unlock it without at least knocking first.

In passing Proko, he catches him and kisses him, tussling his fingers up into his hair. To have this casual closeness, even if only until the morning, is something Jiang hasn't had with another guy before. It's nice.

"I'm dragging you to class, man," he says. "We've got a test in physics."

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Proko makes a face and pushes at Jiang after the sweetness of that kiss. "I'll just take it when we have class again," he whines. The last thing he wants to do tomorrow is take a physics test. He drops unceremoniously onto Jiang's bed, sulking at the ceiling while Jiang looks for pajamas or something.

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Jiang shoves Proko back, drags him out of the bathroom so they can put on something for bed. Even if he doesn't want to, he'll concede to them wearing pajama pants together, to some modicum of decency and an attempt at sleep.

Proko sulks, and Jiang tosses the pants at his head.

"If you take it tomorrow, you don't have to take it later," Jiang points out. He pulls his own pair of pajama pants up; they're thin, and hardly conceal the shape of him, especially without underwear.

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"Maybe I don't take it at all, huh?" he shoots back as he grabs the pajama pants. Proko wiggles into them, then climbs higher on the bed so he can get comfortable, head on one of Jiang's pillows. They smell like him and despite his better efforts just that has some warmth stirring in him. That, and the way Jiang looks in pajamas.

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Jiang climbs into the bed, straddling Proko's thighs once he'd arranged himself. He cocks a brow at him, speculative. Proko's folks would kick his ass almost as much as Jiang's would, if they found out he skipped a test.

"If you take it," Jiang says, "you can fuck me."

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Proko slides his hands over Jiang's thighs, considering the offer. "Okay," he says after a moment. "This better not be depending on me passing it. Holding you to it, Will." He nudged Jiang, tried to knock him off to one side.

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"Did I say shit about passing?"

Jiang is pretty sure he'd blow Proko as a congratulations for passing physics. On the other hand, Proko has to pass physics, or they'll hold him back--or kick him out--so the blowjob might not be as much incentive as just offering himself up just to take the damn thing.

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Proko rolls his eyes and nudges Jiang again. "Get off me and cuddle me, shithead." There's an edge of nerves there, because Jiang might not like it, might not want to. Maybe that would be a step too far. He manages to avoid bracing himself, at least, ready to play it off.

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Jiang wrinkles his nose, but not because of the request. He tumbles off to the side and grabs Proko around the middle, holding him close.

Against his ear, he grins. "You sound like one of my girlfriends when you say shit like that, Illya. You wanna be my girlfriend?"

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Proko turns onto his side to get comfortable and tucks himself back against Jiang. It feels good. He rolls his eyes and elbows Jiang's ribs. Something in him flutters wildly. "Whatever," he mumbles. "Yeah, fine, I'm your fucking girlfriend. My ass is better than the last one anyway."