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+ Open post for Alex Jiang, puppy of the dream pack
+ M/M for romance and smut and such hijinks
+ Ship him with basically any trc boy tbqh
+ Kavinsky and Skov and Ronan are favorites, though
+ Headcanons TBA
+ safeaslife#0150 for questions or plotting

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[It really was funny sometimes how one thing led to another. Racing with Kavinsky had led to falling in with Kavinsky and his group of sharp boys, which had led to becoming friends with them, which had led to the attraction he shared with Jiang. Shared because though Ronan might not have been the best with using his words but he wasn't completely oblivious; he knew that Jiang was into him. The other boy had made it pretty obvious, though Ronan wasn't quick to slap a label on whatever they were.

Labeling things was frightening sometimes. Not because it made things more concrete but because it meant he'd have to stop and examine how he really felt, what he wanted. Want was a difficult thing for him. It hummed through his veins always but it was hard to pinpoint, to wrestle up to the surface and bring to light. It had gotten a little easier since he'd become proper friends with Kavinsky and his pack, finding surprisingly gentle encouragement and comfort with them, but it was still a rough thing for him.

Usually, he let himself live in the moment and tried not to think too hard about what certain things meant. And yet other things were all he could think about, like sitting in the backseat of his BMW with Jiang, one hand on the other boy's hip, the other cupping the side of his face. It was late and they'd been racing, but when Ronan had pulled over, the adrenaline had spilled over into other feelings. He could see Jiang's Supra in the rearview mirror if he looked, but he wasn't looking right now. His gaze was flickering down to Jiang's mouth while Ronan leaned in to kiss him.

Jiang had been Ronan's first kiss, though he hadn't told him that. It wasn't the kind of thing Ronan was good at talking about, especially since it made him feel a little vulnerable to admit. So he hadn't mentioned it, but he was a fast learner and he felt like he'd gotten the hang of kissing by now. He'd had plenty of opportunities to practice, after all. Translation; they could barely keep their hands off each other half the time, though they hadn't actually had sex yet. Ronan had never done that, either.

He wanted to though, especially if it was with Jiang. It wasn't what he was angling for right now; whatever happened, happened, and all he could really think about was how drop dead gorgeous Jiang was and how sweet his mouth felt.]

[Jiang was aware that he was probably in love with Ronan Lynch.

But it was the sort of thing that he didn't think too hard about, and that he surely hadn't said to anyone- especially Ronan himself. Instead he just enjoyed this thing they had, nebulous and nameless, but he still... he trusted Ronan with his heart, even if it didn't have a label like boyfriends. He trusted that he wanted him, how he made him feel in moments like this -- still breathless from racing, and now even more breathless as Ronan kissed him in the backseat of the BMW.

Ronan had been his first kiss, but he hadn't told him that. He hadn't wanted to seem inexperienced, clueless, like Ronan had to hold his hand. And he hadn't seemed to think that Jiang was bad at it, anyway. And even if he had been, he'd had enough practice that they both seemed to have figured out what was good, how best to make it so the other was only thinking about this moment. Jiang could hardly keep his hands off of him half the time. As much as he'd always rolled his eyes at Swan and Skov, Kavinsky and Proko-- he finally understood it. How helpless it felt when you were near someone you wanted.

Not that he'd gone as far with Ronan as the other boys talked about. But Jiang.. he sort of liked that they were taking it slow. He liked feeling like Ronan wanted more from him than just the sex. But they'd gotten to where he wanted it, where in moments like this he couldn't help thinking about it. He wasn't prepared, didn't have the foresight to have lube in his pocket or anything like that.

But he does cross a line he's never dared to before while they kiss. One of Jiang's hands holding onto Ronan's shoulder to keep himself steady and the other starts off touching against his chest, sliding under his shirt so that he can properly appreciate his muscled chest. But eventually his fingers timidly press to the waist of his jeans, slender fingers sliding down to grope him softly, tracing the outline of his cock through the stiff fabric, rubbing against him for a little friction.

He breaks the kiss, but just so that he can pull away for a moment so he can murmur against the other boy's ear.]

Is this-- I've never touched someone before. But I want to. I wanna touch you.

[He hardly knows what he wants to do, just the idea of undoing Ronan's jeans so that he can have his erection in his fingers sounds intoxicating, like he might melt under the heat of how hot it is. But he wants more than that, too. He wants to jerk him off in his fingers and wrap his lips around him so that he can taste his skin, he wants everything. He wants every inch of this boy, wants to make him feel so good he can give him something to fight his demons with.

He wants Ronan to believe that he's allowed to want good things, too.]

[Ronan was a teenager; so of course, he thought about sex often enough. His attraction to Jiang at its truest point had little to do with sex and much more to do with how the other boy made him happy. How Jiang made him smile and laugh and feel more relaxed, like he could be himself--at least in part. Ronan didn't know how to a hundred percent be himself, considering what he was. But Jiang made him feel like, some day, it could be possible.

As a bonus, Jiang didn't seem to mind that Ronan was taking things as slow as he knew how to. Racing and kissing and careful roughhousing, careful not to actually hurt Jiang. For a boy like Ronan, who was all barbs and venom and uncomfortable silences, it really said something that he cared if he hurt Jiang or not. In reality, he cared more about things and people than he usually let on; it was just easier to act like his heart was as black and shriveled as it felt like it was half the time. Jiang made his heart race.

A shiver crawled down Ronan's spine when Jiang touched him, skin flushing and prickling with goosebumps at the same time. And then his hand slid lower to- Ronan gasped, a little whine rising in his throat for a moment. It didn't take much to start getting him hard, especially not when it was Jiang.

His lashes fluttered against his cheeks when the other boy murmured in his ear. It was hard to imagine that someone as attractive as Jiang had never touched anyone like this before, especially with the company he kept, but- it wasn't the first time Ronan had been wrong about one of Kavinsky's friends. Maybe he should just stop making assumptions about them.

Nodding, he brushed his thumb against Jiang's cheek before dropping his hand to his shoulder.]

It's okay. I want you to touch me, too.

[Jiang didn't mind that Ronan was taking it slow. If anything, he liked it because it meant... it meant that he wanted this to be real. He wanted something more than just making out, which in turn had meant that Jiang wanted to make out in the first place. He knew there was more to Ronan than just the boy that got into fights and cut classes, and he wanted to see it. He wanted Ronan to let him, to let him close and let his walls down, at least a little.

And it was so worth it, because the sight of Ronan's smile and the sound of his laugh, the way that he looked when he was happy, actually happy -- it did things to Jiang's heart. It did things to his life, too. Even more so than Kavinsky's talks about doing what he wanted, Ronan made him want to be happy, it made him believe that he could be. That maybe there could be a future where he had a gorgeous, dangerous boyfriend, where he was going to art school, and where his family believed in him.

This thing they were doing together didn't have a label or a name, but Jiang wanted it to -- not now, but someday.

But right now, in the back of Ronan's BMW, he just wanted to make him feel good. He wanted to see what it felt like to have someone else, someone that he cared about under his fingers. He shivered a little when Ronan said that he wanted him to touch him too, glad for the confirmation as much as for the fact that it meant he could stop talking and go back to kissing him.

When Jiang kissed him this time it was a little bit filthier, sex on his tongue as he pressed their mouths together, desire like a heartbeat. Meanwhile his fingers slowly undid the button of Ronan's jeans, slowly dragging the zipper down, shifting his underwear out of the way until he could curl his slender fingers around his cock. And fuck, but it made Jiang moan into Ronan's mouth.

It takes him a moment before he can do anything, has to take a moment just to get used to how he feels in his hand. It's different from touching himself, heavier in his hand, and it feels hotter against the skin of his palm, but maybe that's just because it's Ronan. His heart is racing in his chest and he wants this, wants it so much he can't think of anything else except for this boy, and how much he aches for him, how much he loves him.

But then finally, he slowly strokes his fingers up along the length of him, letting him thumb slide in a slow circle over the head. There's inexperience in how Jiang touches him, like he's exploring, learning how the angle feels, what it's like to have someone else's cock in his hand, and he kisses him ardently, almost desperate. When he parts it's just to catch his breath, his face resting against Ronan's neck as he sucks in gasps of breath. He wants to tell him how amazing he is, that he's fucking perfect, but he thinks it might be a little awkward, being so charmed by the other boy's dick in his hand.

But he feels it anyway. He wants this, he wants more, he wants all of it -- all of Ronan Lynch. He wants him to fuck him, and Jiang isn't the sort to be precious about where his first time is or something like that. If it's with this boy who's gotten hooks into his heart it doesn't matter if it's Jiang's dorm room or bent over the hood of a car, or anywhere else. No, his hesitance about going all the way here is more a worry about lack of preparation. And it seems almost fitting somehow; the slow way things between them have progressed- a step or two at a time, slow enough to enjoy each shift- as slow as they could stand.

It feels like something they could maintain forever, probably, forever finding new ways to care about each other.

But right now, he wants to focus on this: his hand stroking over his erection, shifting from careful exploration to a slow rhythm. He wants to get his mouth on him too, though. And not just to feel it, not just because the idea of it makes his toes curl, but because he thinks it'd make this easier, hotter; saliva making the slide of his fingers that much better. So it's easy to mix the two ideas together, just because he wants to make it as good for Ronan as he possibly can.]

[Desire simmered in his veins, anticipation hot on his skin. Ronan had never done this before. He'd never had someone else's hands on him. That didn't mean he didn't want it though, or that he was going to chicken out; maybe if it'd been someone else, he'd feel more nervous, but Jiang was sweet and patient. Ronan felt safe with him, even when the other boy made him almost dizzy with adrenaline and the rush of racing or touching or kissing or- anything they did together.

So, when Jiang got his pants open and touched his dick, Ronan moaned, face flushing. It was better than touching himself, better than he could have imagined. It was sweeter and hotter, and he also appreciated Jiang's exploring touch, the way he seemed- fuck, Ronan wouldn't know the other boy was inexperienced if he hadn't said it a moment ago. He couldn't help but wonder, for a moment, what else Jiang had never done. It was almost a reassurance that Ronan wasn't the only one who didn't really have any idea what he was doing. Maybe they could learn together.

It was so hard to hold still, to not push up into Jiang's touch- despite his best efforts not to, Ronan still squirmed a little, hips canting upward. His heart raced and his skin prickled with arousal. At least, with Jiang's mouth on his, he didn't have to worry about stringing words together right now. He was already helplessly turned on and words could be hard for him at the best of times. But-

Shyly, he petted his fingers against Jiang's hip before slowly sliding his hand around to the front of his pants, pressing his palm against him. He wanted Jiang to feel as good as Ronan did. He wanted him to have all of the best things in life, if he was being honest--Jiang deserved them.]

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