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It’s sometime after 1 am when K comes to the conclusion that Lynch isn’t coming. He has spent what feels like an eternity lounging in his car, waiting for Lynch to show up and race him, fight him, anything. He even texted him the place and time. He doesn’t like getting that desperate and he especially doesn’t like being left hanging.He’s already taken one pill like two hours ago but now he takes a second one, just to stop overthinking this.Lynch has been avoiding him since the party at his place. Kavinsky’s not sure if he’s still sulking because of the fight, which was barely a fight at all, or if he was simply uncomfortable by the fact that he wasn’t the only one K was willing to fuck, but surely he knew that. Maybe it was a catholic thing after all. K was never sure when it came to religion. But Proko was raised Catholic as well, still sometimes wore the silver cross on a chain around his neck, looking like a fucking church boy (K had a fantasy or two about fucking him while he was wearing nothing but the cross and Proko was happy to indulge him) and he never voiced any sort of disdain that they were all fucking.He quickly realises he’s in no state to drive after that second pill and he fishes out his phone and calls Proko.Proko picks up on the third ring. “Yeah?” He sounds tired, sleepy, like maybe K woke him. There’s another voice in the background, probably Jiang, swearing softly. Maybe they were fucking. K wishes he were with them right now.“I need you to pick me up.”“What’s wrong with the car?”“Nothing’s wrong with the car. I’m too fucking high to drive.”“Jesus, K.” There’s some rustling, muffled conversation that K doesn’t hear. “I’m on my way, okay?”“Okay. Thanks.”…“I don’t think this is healthy,” Proko mentions without taking his eyes off the road ahead. He’s sitting behind the wheel of the Evo, because K refused to leave his precious car in the middle of nowhere, while K’s slumped in the passenger seat. He’s probably too high to even register Proko’s words, but Proko doesn’t exactly care.“He’s just toying with you.”K’s head lolls on his shoulder and his ever-present sunglasses slide down his nose enough to expose his eyes. His pupils are blown so wide the irises are barely visible. “Proko?”“Yeah?”“Shut up.”Proko frowns at him but obediently stops talking. He imagined his Friday night better than this. He would be perfectly content staying in the bed with Jiang but when was he able to refuse K?“I don’t get what you see in him anyway,” he mumbles, fully aware of how sullen he sounds.It makes K snort. “Are you jealous, baby?”Maybe he is. Maybe he doesn’t like it when K’s attention is on anyone else besides the pack. So what. No one else was fucking around with other people so why K had to be special again?“I just think it’s beneath you to keep waiting for him like a dog.”K’s mouth breaks into a too-wide smile. “Maybe you should keep me on a shorter leash then.”Proko rolls his eyes. There’s no point having this conversation when K’s this fucked up. He parks by K’s house and has to actually help K out of the car. He rather doesn’t want to know what exactly he took to end up like this.“Okay, let’s get you to bed.”K leans on him even more and almost sends both of them flying to the shrubs. “Oh, yeah, baby, take me to bed.”Proko ignores it and hauls his ass inside. The stairs are a challenge, but they make it all the way to K’s bedroom without trouble.K’s bed is permanently unmade and now K flops face-first into the pillows with a sigh of relief as if it was him dragging Proko up the stairs and not the other way around. Then he turns to see what Proko is up to.The answer is nothing. He’s standing by the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest, frowning at him, wondering if it’s safe to leave him alone or if he’s going to choke on his own vomit during the night.“So, like, are we doing this?” K asks in all seriousness.Proko can’t believe the fucking nerve of this guy. “I’m not some surrogate for Lynch.”K snorts like the idea is hilarious, like he didn’t spend the night waiting for him. “Obviously.”Part of Proko knows K is way too high to actually consent to anything and that he should just leave him to sleep it off. The other part of him wants to see just how far he could push him. K was always obedient when he was this high. Proko failed to pretend he didn’t find it thrilling. Plus, Jiang is already asleep by now and it’s not like Proko has anything better to do anyway.…K’s vision is swimming. Everything is way too colourful and bright and loud. He loves it. Proko looks ethereal, his hair almost white, halo-like, his face all lovely no matter the fact that he’s still frowning.Fuck Lynch. He’s just a distraction, pretty but fleeing, too much bark and not nearly enough bite. “P,” he whines because Proko still hasn’t moved and K’s impatient and horny.Proko meets his eyes and takes a step closer but doesn’t join him on the bed, not yet. “Beg me.”Normally, K would laugh in his face and send him on his merry way. Joseph Kavinsky did not beg. Ever. Almost.“Please,” he says flatly.“You can do better than that.”He laughs a little at that. “Fuck you.”Proko doesn’t seem impressed. “Okay, then.” He turns to leave, and K knows, he fucking knows, it’s a bait and yet he pathetically scrambles after him anyway.“Wait, don’t, please.”Proko smiles then, making it perfectly clear that he knows exactly what he’s doing. “That’s better.”K glares at him but Proko’s finally kneeling on the bed and leaning close enough for K to get a grip on his T-shirt to pull him close. He kisses him, hungry, too much teeth and tongue and unceremoniously shoves his hand down Proko’s pants, because Proko might think he’s calling out all the shots, but K is not that fucking easy.He knows Proko likes it when he gives in a little, when he lets him believe he’s in charge and normally he would fight it a lot more, but now he just wants to sink his teeth in Proko’s skin and take whatever Proko gives him.He remembers Skov asking him when they were both too high to have any boundaries left. “Are you in love with him?”“No.”Even then it sounded like a lie.He was a little in love with all of them, but there was something special about Proko. Something that made K want to keep him all to himself, to put his initials on his body, to crawl inside his ribcage and stay there forever.Now he leans in real close and gets his mouth to the shell of Proko’s ear. “Fuck me, yeah?”Proko shudders and K smirks. So much for playing unaffected. He bites at K’s neck in retaliation. It makes K whine. He loves it. He hates it. He can’t get enough.“If you wanted me to fuck you, you should’ve come to me in the first place,” Proko hisses but he’s already unbuttoning K’s pants, so K decides he’s not really that mad.Proko discards his clothes and manhandles him so he’s on his hands and knees. He bites down on his shoulder, hard enough to draw blood and K pretends it doesn’t make him almost lose his grip.“Come on,” he sneers instead.“You’re so fucking impatient,” Proko hisses and pushes into him at once. It hurts like a bitch, but Proko’s got his hand on K’s hip to hold him in place and doesn’t stop until his all the way inside, until K’s whining in pain and pleasure because in his world it’s practically the same thing.“Where’s Jay?” K manages to ask.Proko isn’t amused by that question. “Don’t talk about other guys when I’m fucking you.” You’re barely fucking me yet, he thinks. “Don’t be such a jealous bitch,” he says instead.“You like it,” Proko retorts, which is true enough and bites his shoulder blade next. “Jay’s asleep. If you weren’t too busy chasing Lynch, you could’ve joined us before.”So K was right and they were fucking. Proko has a point though. “Yeah,” he agrees softly.That seems to be enough for Proko and he finally starts to move, setting a fast pace that leaves K gasping, fingers blindly scrambling for purchase. Proko plasters himself along his back and covers K’s hand with his own, intertwining their fingers and K hates how much he loves these stupid little affectionate gestures.“You’re fucking mine,” Proko says, his mouth right at K’s ear and he bites at the nape of his neck next and K’s sure he could get off on that alone, Proko’s voice in his ear and his teeth in his neck. “Say it.”K’s too gone to even think about disobeying. “Yours.” He comes practically as soon as Proko closes his hand around him and he’s glad he can blame it on the drugs.Proko pauses, unsure, and K hates how fucking considerate he is. If K wasn’t this high, Proko probably wouldn’t bother, would’ve fucked him until he was screaming, but now he waits until K gets it together enough to say: “Go on,” before slamming back inside him, chasing after his own release. He comes with a choked-off sound and K twists his hand in his hair and almost breaks his neck in order to kiss him. It’s a bad angle but K doesn’t care, not when Proko’s licking into his mouth, tasting like sex and blood.“I’m not changing the sheets,” K announces tiredly when they pull apart.Proko laughs and pulls him close. The bed is big enough that they could both spread out without touching but they always slept on a tiny piece of it, tangled together. It was pathetic. K loved every second of it.“We can go sleep in your bed,” K suggests hopefully. The clean sheets there are only half of the reason.Proko considers it. “Jiang won’t be happy.”“Liar. He loves me.”“Not at 3 am when you’re crawling into his bed and waking him up.”“Fine, but I’m not sleeping in the wet spot.”“You’re such a baby. Come on then. But if Jay’s mad, I’m blaming it on you.”K waves his hand at that and climbs out of the bed. His legs are a little wobbly and he’s once again happy to blame it on the drugs.“Need some help?” Proko asks amusedly as he watches him limp to the door.K gives him a hard look. “Are you gonna carry me?”Proko tilts his head as if he actually thinks about it and K gives him a middle finger. He makes it all the way to Proko’s room and crawls into the bed. The sheets smell like laundry detergent and Proko’s shampoo. Jiang makes a noise of complaint when K forces his way under his blanket but then he throws his arm over K’s chest and falls back asleep.Proko walks in carrying a second blanket, so they won’t have to fight over the single one and smirks at the sight of the two of them.“C’mere,” K mumbles, his eyelids already heavy, but he patiently waits until Proko joins them on the bed, pulling him close, hiding his face in Proko’s hair.He falls asleep fast.…In the morning he’s woken up by someone climbing on top of him. He hopes that whoever it is, they’ll give him a blowjob for the harsh wakeup, but the person merely collapses on top of him, and K gets a mouthful of their hair when they push their face into his neck. Based on the shampoo, it’s Skov. K tries not to dwell on the fact that he can tell them all apart by their smell alone. He unceremoniously pushes Skov off.“How come we weren’t invited to the sleepover?” Skov whines as he wiggles into the barely-there space between K and Proko.Proko snatches a pillow and hits Skov in the face with it. He doesn’t seem happy at being woken up either. K blinks at him sleepily and smiles at the sight of his chaotic bedhead.Swan has already infiltrated Jiang’s side of the bed and based on the muffled swearing, Jiang isn’t too happy about it either. K wonders if the bed can hold the five of them or if it will collapse.“I fucking hate you all,” Jiang mumbles when he gives up on any attempts to go back to sleep. He slips out of bed and goes to the adjacent bathroom and K shamelessly watches his ass as he does so. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of pyjama shorts that were a size too small for him and made his ass look phenomenal.“I’m hungry,” Skov announces, his face still under the pillow.K’s hungry too, he always was when he came down from the high. “I want waffles.”Proko checks his phone for the time and frowns. “Most places stopped serving breakfast hours ago.”“Waffles are all-day food,” K points out and gets out of bed as well. He walks to the bathroom and closes the door behind him.Jiang’s brushing his teeth and doesn’t acknowledge K’s presence.K patiently waits until he’s done and steps to him, reaching to touch the tattoo on his shoulder blade – a dragon, one of the few K’s designs that Jiang deemed not so shitty. Jiang neatly sidesteps him, and K pretends not to be hurt by the rejection.He crosses his arms over his chest instead, giving Jiang his best glare. “Spill it.”To K’s surprise, Jiang returns his stare and says: “Tell me you’re done with Lynch.”Is he? It looked like Lynch was done with him. Maybe he took K’s advice and asked Dick and trailer-trash for a threesome after all. Perhaps if they fuck him enough times, he’ll stop being such an asshole. It definitely worked for K.Proko was very open about his dislike for Lynch, and he had no problem voicing it all to K, loudly and repeatedly until he was sure K got it. He knew Skov and Swan wouldn’t dare to argue with him. Skov was like a puppy, happy when people gave him attention, quick to forgive and forget and Swan knew better than to talk into K’s life like that. Jiang was kind of an enigma. He was clearly on Proko’s side, but he was quiet about it. He never would’ve come to K to tell him to stop fucking around, but he would pull away and make his opinion clear when it mattered, and K knew he wouldn’t be placated by white lies.He can feel Jiang’s eyes on him, waiting for an answer. He sighs. Chasing after Lynch wasn’t worth losing his people over.He nods. “Yeah.”Jiang steps closer to him, his eyes never leaving K’s. He doesn’t ask him if he means it like Proko would. “Good,” he says only and presses his lips to K’s. He tastes like toothpaste and when he allows K to wrap his arms around his waist, K grins into the kiss.“Let’s get some fucking waffles.”