[AU] Over the quiet hills

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Holidays were the hardest. They always had been, and this year was no difference. After everything that had happened in the summer, Kavinsky wasn't surprised that the holidays were rough. His mother was, remarkably, sober enough to travel. She and his sister had gone to New Jersey, and Kavinsky was left in the overlarge McMansion they occupied.

At least there was cable, and weed, and his mom's stash of anything she could get her hands on. Kavinsky was floating by the time he called Prokopenko. He knew Proko was still in town.

come over and im bored man and theres coke and vodka in it for u man started to cycle. Kavinsky draped on a couch in one of the lounges, joint pinched between his fingers, a collection of beer cans on the coffee table.

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Stop blowing up my phone i'm coming.

Proko got out of the house; the Christmas holidays were a big fucking deal but he managed to escape without too much consequence. So he headed over to Kav's place, feeling kind of bad that he'd been ditched for the holidays. Maybe he'd invite him over. Babusya would feed him, dote on him a little, if nothing else.

He shivered when he got out of his car; he'd neglected to bring a coat. He let himself into the house - he'd had a key for a while now.

"Kav? The fuck are you, man?" he called once he was inside.

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"In here," Kavinsky warbled. He wasn't quite milky and distant yet, but he was definitely past giggly. He stumbled up from the bed and toward the entry hall, sipping off a can of lukewarm beer as he went.

Proko was just inside, and Kavinsky leaned against the entry under the stairs. A smile curled over his mouth slowly.

"'sup, motherfucker. You bring me any of baba's cookies for me?"

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Proko rolled his eyes. "You're gonna fall the fuck down, man. You want Baba's cookies you gotta show up at my place," he quipped, grinning as he moved closer. He bumped their foreheads together. "You save anything for me, asshole?"

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"Am not," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He was never that much of a light weight, even when he was really indulging. And tonight had been one of those more indulgent things. When Proko was close, Kavinsky curled a hand discretely against Proko's wrist, as if there were something to hide. It was brief. He pushed passed the weakness.

"Me, not have enough to share? Since when?" He shoved Proko back gently. "Down here? The theater? Bedroom?"

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"Let's go to the theater," he said, tugging Kav in that direction. He kept his fingers tangled loosely in Kav's shirt and tried not to think too hard about how good he looked.

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"I gotta go get it, man," Kavinsky said, sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes, gently pushing Proko off. He reached up and ruffled Proko's hair with a lazy grin. "Go get set up. There's some of those stupid B-movies in the queue. Put one on while I get shit. Beer, vodka, or both?"

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"It's fuckin' winter, man. Vodka," he said like it was something Kav should know. He waved him off and went into the theater to get something started. He snorted at the shit in the queue.

"What the fuck is all this? You watch this shit?" he asked when Kav appeared.

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"Wow, excuse me, you and Jiang are misters B-movie," Kavinsky said, rolling his eyes. He put the bottle of vodka on the floor in the front row, then curled into one of the plush theater seats, spreading out dime bags of coke and prerolled joints. "I just keep it on ready supply for you motherfuckers. Will you come sit down?"

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"Uh huh." Proko put something on but he kept the remote, reserving the right to veto and put on something else. He flopped down near Kav, careful not to disturb the stash. He picked up the vodka while Kav spread stuff out and took a long swing. Obviously he needed to catch up.

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Kav lit a new joint, taking a couple drags before he handed it over to Proko. He was already zoning the movie out. He really didn't care about it, just that Proko was here and they were hanging out. He'd worried, after the summer, that everything would go sideways. But Proko was the same as he'd been since he'd been dreamt back: loyal, dedicated, totally unattainable as long as they were both pretending that they didn't know Kavinsky's secrets.

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"This is some fuckin shit, man," he said of the movie before he picked up another joint. Kav had a bunch; he didn't have to share. So he relaxed back as he lit it, trying to get into what was on screen but he was distracted by Kav at his side. He thought about him all the time; that hadn't changed when he figured out Kav was a little different.

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"You picked it."

Kavinsky didn't say anything about Proko settling into his own joint. No homo, and all that. He tried to watch the movie, between snatching the bottle from him and focusing on the drugs he'd brought in. He'd slowed down though. Proko did need to catch up, or at least get a good buzz going.

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It didn't take him that long, at least. By the time he'd finished the joint he was feeling good, swimmy but not gone. He gave up on the B-movie and started flipping around through Kav's actual porn collection, curious about what he watched.

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There wasn't a whole lot there. Kavinsky watched Proko out of the corner of his eye as he flipped through the limited selection. It was a lot of things that Kavinsky had downloaded on a lark, but only watched part of or not at all after the initial moment of download. A lot of it was straight--or at least looked straight from the thumbnails of the videos.

"Seriously, dude?" he asked with a laugh. "C'mon."

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"Fuck you, that B-shit was awful. What do you like, man?" He lolled his head to look at Kav, grinning like a fiend as he browsed through the smallest porn collection he'd ever seen.

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Kavinsky shrugged vaguely, taking another swig of vodka. It was the appropriate alcohol for a wealth of bad choices. His mother was going to be pissed that he'd drunk her liquor, but he didn't care.

"I dunno, man, just pick one. It's all porn, ain't it?"

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Proko rolled his eyes and pushed the remote into Kav's chest. "Pick something that turns you on," he said. "Anything that turns you on." He's high enough for some bad decisions.

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Kavinsky prided himself that he didn't snap some pithy retort--oh, anything, well then--and instead took the remote and put on the first thing that he found, which was the last thing that Proko had landed on.

It was some amateur shit, with a small-chested girl about Kavinsky's build in every way--awkwardly broad shoulders and pinched waist, smattering of freckles and a flat, soft stomach--and a ring of guys sitting around her. One of them was talking in Czech or something.

Kavinsky tossed the remote down between them and curled his knees up.

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He watched, thinking about how the girl looked like Kav. Thinking about the night they snuggled up, high as fuck, and he learned more of Kav's secrets. He slumped in his seat a little as his cock filled out and he took another swig from the bottle.

After a while, his hand slid over Kav's thigh and wedged between his knees.

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Until the touch came, Kavinsky was only vaguely committed to watching what was on screen. He'd watched it all the way through once, trying to feel a spark, thinking of how much he knew he'd like to be in the girl's position. Already, on screen, they were getting to it. He sucked cock better than she did.

And then Proko touched his leg, and Kavinsky's breath hitched up. He pinched his knees together against Proko's fingers, glancing over at him and his graceless sprawl, and the tent of his cock in his jeans. His breath hitched up again.

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"You think about all of us like that?" he asked, sort of nodding at the screen. His hand didn't move from where Kav had it trapped. Not yet, anyway. He did squeeze Kav's thigh, though, as tight as he could manage.

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"Jesus," Kavinsky breathed, trying to push a laugh into it. He wasn't sure if he wasn't fucked up enough for this, or too fucked up. He licked his lips. Then he snorted. "Maybe I like thinkin' about all those Mountain High bitches. Way to...to fuckin' assume, man."

The squeeze sank heat through him. Yeah, he thought about them like that. All of them. Even Skov.

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Proko rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever," he said easily. He tried to slide his hand higher. He wasn't going to be an asshole; he wasn't going to fight. But he kept thinking of that night and how Kav seemed like he wanted something.

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His hand moved, and Kavinsky kept his legs tight together, nerves, but not so tight that Proko couldn't move. His breath was a needy thing in his chest. He wasn't watching the movie any more, just Proko's arm moving.

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"Talk, Kav," he mumbled. "Say something." He let his hand slide higher, aware of the tension in Kav's thighs but they weren't clamped so tight that he couldn't move - it didn't feel like no.