I remember the fear in your eyes the very first time we snuck into the city pool [AU]

[mitsubishievo]

The days were long and hot and sticky, and the nights were only barely relief. Kavinsky was going absolutely stir crazy. He felt like a livewire, a heart attack waiting to happen, a bullet ready in the chamber. Nothing could relieve the feeling.

No, he knew plenty of things that could.

Prokopenko was orbiting Jiang in the lazy days leading up to their escape from Henrietta. Kavinsky didn't blame them, but he was a jealous boy, down to his bones. He liked Jiang. He was happy that Proko had someone that made his eyes light up like that, even when he was hazy. But he'd never liked other people touching his things.

He rolled up outside the Prokopenko house, spotted the boy. He'd told him to be waiting. The humidity was finally starting to break. He rolled down the passenger window, sunglasses on even though it was dark, and popped a bubble gum bubble.

"Get in, loser."

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[favoriteforgery]

Of course he was waiting. Proko took a drag from his cigarette as Kav rolled up and as soon as he stopped, he slid into the passenger seat. It was never a question; it never felt like a question. Not with Kavinsky.

He can't really remember a time saying no to him.

"Where are we going?" he asked after he closed the door.

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"Pool," Kavinsky said simply. There was the possibility of going to the Aglionby one, but Kavinsky didn't want to go to the Aglionby one, even if it felt even more like a fuck you to that place that going to the city pool was a fuck you to Henrietta in general.

Proko was barely in before Kavinsky peeled away from the curb. The Mitsubishi hummed around them. Kavinsky tapped a staccato on the steering wheel with one hand and the gear shift with the other.

"This humidity is murder, man," he growled.

[favoriteforgery]

"Yeah it is, fucking ridiculous." He pushed his hair back and flicked his cigarette out the window. Just standing outside and waiting for Kav had given him a thin sheen of sweat; nights like this it just didn't cool off. "Dragging my ass out of my air conditioned room for this."

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"Suck a dick," Kavinsky enunciated. He took his hand off the gear shift for a moment, reaching across Proko to grab his cigarette from his fingers and take a drag himself. The smoke bit at the back of his throat. He handed the cigarette back.

"I have some pre-rolls in the glove box, grab me one. I wanna be fucked up by the time we get to the pool."

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"Better not fuck up our break in," he said around his cigarette; he used both hands to find and get one of the pre-rolls out. He tucked it between his lips and lit it before passing it to Kav.

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"Wow, fuck you. When have I ever?"

Kavinsky took the pre-roll from Proko, but really, he wanted to climb into the backseat and shut gun and fog up the windows, the residual heat of the day and the engine hemming them in too much.

Quietly, he asked, "When are you guys headed out?"

[favoriteforgery]

"He's gotta report for I-Day on July first," he answered after taking his cigarette out of his mouth. "We might try to get there a week before that? Kinda tedious with starting a lease and all." But Proko was trying to negotiate with a few different land lords, trying to figure shit out.

And he was trying not to think too hard about how Kavinsky wasn't coming with him. It felt like an ache, like the slow severing of a limb.

[mitsubishievo]

"Can't believe you're ditching me to look at military brats," Kavinsky grumbled around the pre-roll, sucking in a breath. That wasn't entirely fair. Proko was going for freedom and hope and a love he couldn't have in Henrietta. Kavinsky should do the same thing. "Think babushka will adopt me instead if I ask nicely?"

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Proko looked down, because he wanted Kav with them. He wanted it to work somehow. He didn't know how to ask. "Yeah," he said with a weak laugh. "I mean, even if you are Bulgarian, y'know? She could probably over-look it."

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"It's fine, I'll change my name," Kavinsky said dismissively, waving a hand. They pulled up in front of the pool, and Kavinsky circled to the next street. He'd cased the place three times in the past week to make sure there were no security guards or cameras or anything stupid like that. Nope, just a lock that he had the key to now.

He shut off the car and got out, instantly fanning himself with his shirt now that the AC wasn't blasting on him.

[favoriteforgery]

Proko rolled out of the car and nudged the door shut. He flicked what was left of his cigarette into a gutter and followed after Kavinsky, already keeping an eye out for any problems.

He wasn't surprised to see that Kavinsky had a key.

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The side gate opened easily. There were no lights on, but Kavinsky headed for the pool house and, after a couple of minutes of swearing, the lights in the pool at least were on. Kavinsky wasn't going to risk the building lights, even if he knew cops didn't come out this way.

When he emerged, he took another drag off the half-finished joint, and then offered it to Proko before stripping off his shirt. He had nothing on underneath it.

[favoriteforgery]

He almost hated himself for blushing when he realized Kav had nothing on beneath his shirt. He used smoking the joint as an excuse to try to hide the sudden rush of warmth. Be cool. But he couldn't, because all he wanted to do was look at Kav, to watch him strip away whatever else he wanted to take off.

[mitsubishievo]

In a matter of moments, Kavinsky was stripped entirely, in nothing but his freckled skin. He stood at the edge of the pool for a moment, the light from inside the water reflecting up against him, illuminating his thighs and the underside of his breasts and his jawline. He looked at Proko, and then smirked, and dove into the water.

[favoriteforgery]

He stared. He stared the whole fucking time, until Kav disappeared into the water. Then he looked down at his dick, which was fucking betraying him at the moment. He finished the joint and flicked it away, then started stripping down. Apparently they were doing this. Naked.

He left his clothes in a pile but rather than diving in, Proko slides over the edge and disappears beneath the surface for a second, like it might fucking clear his head.

Nope.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky was halfway across the pool, swimming lazily, by the time Proko slid in. He watched him from across the water, lowering himself so just his mouth and above peeked out, and slowly working his way back toward his friend.

[favoriteforgery]

Proko hung on the edge where he was, like he was afraid of sharks or some shit, as Kavinsky came close again. He felt weirdly exposed, nervous for no reason. He and Kav have been as close as they can fucking get.

"What's the fun of breaking in if you got a key, huh? I was expecting some bolt cutters, man."

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"I wanna keep doin' this all summer, that's what the fun of it is." Kavinsky dripped his head back, catching his hair in the water. When he lifted it back up, he could easily slick his hair back against his scalp. The water lapped at his throat, distorting the image of his body.

"Maybe it'll be my new hook-up spot."

[favoriteforgery]

"Not a bad spot," he said, and he tried not to think of Kav hooking up with other people. He didn't have a right to feel weird about it, or jealous. Proko tried to ignore the way his heart pounded, and the fact that his dick had been hard since Kav undressed. Getting into the water hadn't helped.

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Kavinsky waded in closer, until he was nearly touching Proko. He reached down, skirting his fingers along Proko's ribs and side, his hip. He teased his fingers along Proko's cock, watching his face.

"Always wanted to fuck around in a pool."

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"Yeah? How come?" Kavinsky's touch was electric and water was more conductive than air. His breath caught when Kav's fingers brushed along his cock, the touch weirdly mitigated by the water.

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"What, you're not into it?" Kavinsky teased. The water wasn't particularly conducive to a handjob, but the feel of Proko's cock against his palm was still good. He eased back the foreskin and rubbed his thumb against the head gently. "Sometimes, I like to think about coming when it's open? They don't let you swim with a shirt on, so I'd have to go in a swimsuit. And it'd be so easy, under the water, to just push the bottom aside and nobody'd know I was getting fucked."

[favoriteforgery]

"It's stupid they won't let you wear a shirt," he mumbled, too caught up in how Kav's hand felt to answer the first question. Obviously he was into it, or he was into Kav and it didn't matter where anything happened. He wet his lips, managed a grin. "I dunno, think you'd keep a straight face for that? And even if you did... feel like that'd make some waves."

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"So will all the shitty little kids," Kavinsky said. He was sure there would be waves, if they were doing it right. But he's also been with enough hair trigger fucks that he wasn't too worried about it.

He moved his hand to Proko's balls, squeezing them gently. He leaned in, lips almost brushing Proko's. "Besides, it's about keeping quiet, not keeping a straight face. Lifeguard doesn't give a shit, as long as you're not hollerin'."

[favoriteforgery]

"I couldn't fuck around a bunch of kids," he said, though he wondered if it was true. Maybe he could if he was distracted enough. Proko gripped the edge of the pool tight when Kav's hand moved and he leaned in, forehead bumping Kav's, lips not quite touching.