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off to the races;

[silkensupra]

[It's after the races, after most of the winners and losers have been decided, but not so far afterwards for the noise and adrenaline to have died off. So there's still flashing lights, and Jiang is laughing as he slides into the passenger seat of Skov's parked RX-7. He teases him a little, and then they kiss- easier now than it had been that first time at the party, no longer clumsy and Skov not realizing what he'd asked for.

Jiang nuzzles in against the side of the other boy's neck, nipping lightly at the skin, mostly because he knows that he likes it. He's half drunk, but more than that, he's aching and Skov looks gorgeous under the lights. He wants to burn every roll of film he has on him to the way the LED light off of someone else's car catches on his eyelashes- but his last roll was empty hours ago.]

You looked gorgeous like that, you know- ruining some asshole's night. One of Kavinsky's Princes.

[Jiang knows that he is too now, but he knows it's not quite the same as the others. But he doesn't mind, doesn't feel less-than for it. They're sharper, but Jiang says the things that come harder for them- he cares earnestly, like he's been dying for someone to care for his whole life. And there was that night he hit someone in the knees with an empty kegger for going after Kavinsky. He wasn't a pacifist, and he'd fight when he thought it would matter, he just knew he was more likely to get hurt.

But he understood the thrill. But for him it was all bottled up in racing, in competition on either side of a dotted line, stoplights and cheering and curses and the way his pulse raced in time to the pistons of the engine as he floored the gas. It was better than bruised knuckles.

And tonight, he's burning. His dark eyes bright and he climbs into Skov's lap, easy to slide against him between the steering wheel since he's smaller than the other boy. They've fooled around a little bit before, but he wants more than that. He wants-- he doesn't know how to put it into words for once, but he can feel it. He wants to push the seat down and see if Skov can show him.]

Is this okay? I want-- I want you.

[He says it guilelessly, like he'd understand no matter whether Skov said yes or no, like he'd rather say the truth than be safe in silence. Most of the time, at least. There were feelings in his chest he didn't know how to say, things that weren't as easy as want and desire. But he murmurs his name like a plea.]

[obedientdog]

[Skov was still pumped, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He took compliments easily but they meant more coming from Jiang. They weren't just compliments from him; they were genuine, and genuinity burned brighter than someone trying to get on his good side. Though those sorts of compliments were nice, too; he wouldn't turn anything down.

But that combined with the way Jiang nipped at his neck had his adrenaline refocusing from thoughts of racing to dirty desires. Grinning brightly, he said-]

Flattery will get you everywhere.

[Skov might have been a prince, but so were any of Kavinsky's boys, Jiang included. Jiang would have been a prince anyway, though maybe Skov was biased. He was sweet and gorgeous and driven and- basically everything Skov wanted in a guy.

When Jiang maneuvered into his lap, Skov slid his arms around him, pushing his hands up under the back of his shirt. He should have eased his seat back a bit in case Jiang was crowded, but after his hands were on his skin, well... that was all Skov could think about.]

Fuck yeah, this is okay. I want you, too.

[He nuzzled against Jiang's cheek before kissing him, starting off sweet and slow.]

[silkensupra]

[He meant every word that he said, and dozens more. Skov was gorgeous, and especially like this, when he was in his element. And he liked watching him best like this, when he didn't end up with bruises and bloody knuckles, but he still left some of the Aglionby boys with their tails between their legs and chagrined expressions curving their faces. And his RX-7 was a sexy piece of work; he could always tell when Skov was racing just from the sound when he revved the engine.

So fooling around in Skov's car was even hotter than just making out at K's party. Or instead of studying, or any of the other situations they put hands on each other.

Jiang gasped, heated and breathless as Skov slid his arms around him, and then trailed his hands up under his shirt. He shivered at the way that it felt, the other boy's hands warm on his skin- it always felt almost electric when Skov was touching him. And then they were kissing and he murmured against his mouth. He kissed him back, sweet and slow, but building with heat and desire. Jiang was needy in a way that he didn't know how to say for once.

Just that it was Skov.

That he needed him on his skin because he was already in his heart.]

[obedientdog]

[Skov would probably go to the ends of the world for Jiang. He cared about him so much, especially right now in this moment with Jiang in his lap. It wasn't just because the other boy was sexy but that had a lot to do with it, too. Part of him wished the car wasn't so cramped. The other part of him thought it was perfect.

Stroking the fingers of one hand along Jiang's spine, Skov slid his other down to squeeze his ass. He had a lovely, perfect ass, though Skov might have been biased. He probably was. But everything about Jiang was still perfect and Skov would fight anyone who said otherwise.]

What've you got in mind?

[He murmured it before kissing Jiang again. Skov didn't know if he had anything in mind, but it was probably best to ask first anyway. If one of them was the brains of the operation it sure wasn't Skov, after all.]