rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

knock me down like a heavyweight

[ by the time reki's gotten to his seat in homeroom, it feels like the night before was all just some sort of hazy, surreal dream. a lot's happened since then; for one, his arm is bandaged all the way up to the elbow, compliments of a gnarly gash he got bailing straight into a cluster of jagged rocks, he's probably killed off half the brain cells he's got left skidding on his face, and the unfathomable weight of last night's loss is heavy on his mind. kinda hard to think about anything else when he can still hear his skateboard crackling beneath the flames. fuckin' sucks, man.

it takes awhile for him to zone back into reality. really, it's less of a zone and more of a jolt, when the gaggle of jeering students crowding around him start to dissipate and he notices qi fang with a start. fuck, he forgot all about those english notes. even worse, qi fang looks so good, fresh-faced and distractingly handsome. reki, on the other hand, looks like he stayed up til the early hours of the morning getting stitched up in the ER and barely slid into class in time for the bell in yesterday's wrinkled clothes. embarrassing.

whatever. he has until lunch to think up a good excuse for why he can't return those notes yet. instead, of course, he sleeps straight through all of his classes and sleep-walks up the stairs to the roof, flopping into his usual spot against the fence, debating whether or not he even wants to be awake to eat. a nap in the sun sounds a lot better, so he pulls his hoodie up and leans his head back against the chain links, letting his eyes drift shut slowly. ]

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[ it's such a blessing that he's already red down to his chest from the fucking. that 'baby' burns a bridge across his nose and straight down to his gut, but he likes what it does to him, how it turns the rolling of his hips and stomach more fluid, less mindless and more sensual. ]

Oh, right there, please, don't stop, I'm...

[ it's hard to think of the right thing to say when he can feel qi fang's cock striking sparks against the part of him that burns the hottest. impossible to think when he's right on the edge, finally, after all this time, every muscle in his body sore with the tension it's been saving for this moment. so he just echoes back what qi fang said to him, with no time to lament how it sounds before he's coming hard in qi fang's hand, eyes squeezed shut and shuddering apart. ]

... coming for you, for you, oh fuck, oh fuck, don't stop—

[ reki sounds so sweet to qi fang that he doesn't know if he'll ever hear anything quite so sensual. the way he looks, the way he moves, it's all doing it just right for qi fang, and then some. the surge of lust that'd been permeating between them all day is finally culminating in this one moment, and he's eager to reap the rewards of a good lay well-fucked. he hadn't even really been paying all that much attention to his own high, focused and determined to get reki there first — but reki's words hit him like a fucking freight train, knocking a choked gasp right out of him. ]

Oh fuck, shit, I'm co—

[ the words are barely out before his hips buck forward of their own accord, burying himself to the hilt as wave after wave of electricity course through him. he can feel himself unloading more than he thought he had, especially considering how much he'd come just earlier that day, but it feels like so much, too much; the realization that he hadn't been wearing a condom this whole time strikes him like lightning, stealing a gasp from him and yet another spill, like the knowledge of pouring all of that into reki, bare, is enough to get him coming all over again.

his eyes are wide, mouth agape on soundless gasps for air. ]

Shit... oh shit...

[ it's almost comical, how that revelation hits them in much the same way, reki a perfect mirror of him in that moment with wide eyes and his lips parted in a quiet gasp. it just never came up and now he feels guilty—for completely passing over the ones in that drawer in his bedroom, for loving it so fucking much, his lashes fluttering as he slowly works the cock within him for all it has to give. he can't help it that it feels like the perfect end to everything, to be left full and sated instead of empty and still longing.

and then another revelation, this one more jarring than the last: ]

Fuck.

[ reki's gaze lifts urgently, the furrow in his brow deep with distress. ]

We forgot the pizza.

[ miraculous how reki can even remember that, when here qi fang is struggling to recall how his mouth and words work. ]

The — what?

[ pizza... food... oh right — dinner. qi fang blinks rapidly, then huffs out a choked laugh. exhaustion hits him and he's slumping forward, resting his forehead on reki's shoulder. ]

Mm, yeah... starving.

[ he's still out of it enough to fold his legs around qi fang's waist and loop his arms around his shoulders without thinking much of it. granted, it's mostly because he's so laser focused on how wet it feels inside of him, still shuddering every time those residual echoes of his orgasm hit and he feels it anew, but it just feels natural right now to hold qi fang like this. ]

My bad. I won't make you go back there. Unless you want a nap.

[ what feels like a crime is nosing against his shoulder in kind, slowly breathing him in. ]

I kinda want a nap.

[ food... sleep... god they both sound good. but qi fang wonders if they're just tempting enough to shake him out of the bliss he's feeling now, still buried deep inside reki while the other boy holds him with a tenderness he hadn't realized he'd been starving for. he turns his face in, pressing an idle kiss to a warm neck. ]

Nap... then food. Then nap.

[ he should get up. get out. clean off. but breaking apart now just feels like the absolute worst thing imaginable. ]

[ reki laughs softly, acutely aware that qi fang can feel it all over. not that he wants to move either. he's a little too selfish to make that happen. ]

I like the way you think.

[ it's also fucking adorable, the way he's bonelessly slumped against him. like, dangerously endearing. that should be reason enough to push off, but reki opts to dig his own grave deeper instead and scratch softly at the nape of qi fang's neck. ]

[ the gesture earns reki an immediate response — a low, melting groan against his neck that seems to travel right down qi fang's spine. he breathes in deep, breathes in reki, doesn't think as he says, ]

You feel so good.

[ not just now, both times, all the times. there's gotta be a catch somehow, but he can't find the braincells to figure it out right now. ]

Nngh, fuck. Alright, I gotta... [ he pushes himself up a little higher, finally forcing some distance between their bodies. he's already begun to soften slightly inside reki, and he's starting to worry it'll only lead to more of a mess the more they dawdle. ] We should get you cleaned up.

[ it's a pretty fucking sick response. reki's just lucky he manages to wipe the stupid grin off his face by the time qi fang pulls himself away—mostly because he's devoting all his energy to not whining about it. ]

Yeah. Guess so.

[ he does clench down hard on the cock inside him, though, before qi fang can pull that away. just to be a brat. in his defense, he'd managed to be well-behaved for a really long time. ]

Go on. Fuck off.

Fuck—

[ okay, that move right there? that's how reki gets his nipple pinched. he's just lucky (or not?) that he isn't turned around, otherwise qi fang definitely would have given him another spank. then again, that might've just started them up all over again. ]

You got any clean rags in here or something?

[ finally, he gets to really look all around them, but he does keep a hand on reki's thigh as if to ground himself, while the other reaches for reki's shirt, twisting it in his hand. ]

Otherwise I'm using your shirt.

Asshole! Don't you fucking dare.

[ reki crosses his arms over his chest, sulking, as he slips off of the edge of the table. there's a heavy toolbox beneath it that he screeches across the floor with his good hand, flipping the latches to reveal just a fucking hospital's worth of first aid supplies. there's a rag he throws to qi fang, clean but stained with various suspect colors, another one he absently starts to pat himself down with, and then he's looking down at his arm, considering. the wrappings are borked and soaked through with sweat and god knows what else from today. that'll have to be next. ]

Gimme that. And throw me my boxers too, please, thank you.

[ qi fang catches the rag with his face (thanks for that) whether reki actually meant to aim for it or not, his own clean up consisting of a roll of his eyes and a few quick wipes with the practiced air of a teenager who's definitely had experience giving into his hormones. it's balled up and cast aside once he's finished, only to be replaced by the aforementioned boxers. this he tosses back at reki's face because fair's fair.

cleaned up and fully dressed (only a little bit sticky and sweaty), he comes to crouch beside reki and look both the toolbox and arm over. his eyes linger on the copious amount of first aid. ]

You fall down a lot, huh.

[ this would mean war if reki wasn't laughing too hard not to catch the boxers flung into his face. then it's just sort of karma, and what are you gonna do? put your boxers on like a man and curl up next to the toolbox, that's what. he tears at the velcro on his wrap with his teeth and starts unraveling. ]

Yeah, sometimes. Last week I almost took my finger off with a straight razor while I was cutting some grip. Shit happens, man.

[ he pauses before he can get the wrap undone, eyeing qi fang skeptically. ]

It's pretty gnarly. You might wanna, like, not look.

[ it feels a little surreal to be having this conversation right now. then again he thinks any conversation right now would feel surreal that isn't "hey so sorry i accidentally came inside you but also maybe not so sorry also when can i do it again." he endeavors to take his cue from reki, considering he's the one who had to clean up all that come anyway... ]

What, am I five? You're not the only one who gets into stupid shit.

[ he nods towards the arm. ]

You want help with it?

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[ if they end up having that conversation after reki's masterful pizza diversion, he'll fucking scream. the better scenario is that they just never speak about it, ever. reki's fairly certain he'd promptly die on the spot otherwise.

either way, he rolls his eyes. ]

Nah, I'm fine. I've got it.

[ it looks better now anyway. like, the majority of his arm is nearly black with bruises and stitched halfway up, and the skin's all swollen and discolored because he's been nothing but a careless moron today, but that was bound to happen anyway. c'est la sk8lyfe. ]

... Unless you wanna dig out the antibiotic.

[ it feels like the right thing to do, which is maybe why qi fang is struggling with it so much. he feels like he should say something, anything, about what just happened... but isn't it a cardinal rule of hook-ups never to speak about them unless they were in the middle of one? rigut now they're... not. they're... hanging out?

qi fang doesn't have to dig too much to find a tube of antibiotic, which he hands to the other with a wry look. ]

Anything else, doctor?

[ "gnarly" is definitely one way to put it. of course, in the context of all the skate stuff around him, qi fang can at least put two and two that this happened on reki's skate home the night before but... he can't recall seeing a path so treacherous as to give reki injuries to this extent on their way over. weird. ]

[ obviously, best case scenario is they just banter themselves into a lifetime of fucking and coming into various holes without ever exchanging a single word about it. like this, this is perfect, qi fang chilling by his side while he tends a wound he can never in a million years explain. who needs clarity when you're too terrified to trust anyone? ]

Good nurse.

[ reki gives him a doctorly pat on the ass and smiles brightly. ]

Bandages. There're fresh rolls in the bottom tray. If you see any burn cream along the way, grab that too.

[ qi fang goes digging like a dutiful nurse, but frankly he's just as curious what's all in the toolbox so it works out for him too. ]

Need a scalpel too? Wouldn't be surprised if I found one in here...

[ yes, this works. this is easy, simple. gradually the heat and tension from before is dissipating, like the sweat on his skin just evaporating in the air, and now they can settle into something a lot more comfortable. safe. ]

Oh, dope. I was worried you'd think I'm a freak when you saw it.

[ words are off limits, but you know what isn't? that's right, their old friend, the shoulder bump. delivered with a smile, it's practically just as good as saying, "hey, i really like you, thanks for helping me with all these twist-off caps." ]

At this point I don't think I'll see anything I wouldn't like.

[ oops. so much for staying safe. he got sloppy, too comforted by that grin, that shoulder bump. still, if he tries to pass it off as nothing, tries to smile it away, maybe it won't be too out of bounds. ]

[ reki opens his mouth for a retort about a half a second before what qi fang actually said hits him. and then it shuts again, his face burning.

obviously, there's a different meaning to what he said. OBVIOUSLY, he didn't mean it how reki took it. then it has to be... oh, right, a sex thing. ]

Pretty sure there's nothing left for you to see, dude.

[ he kind of delights in seeing reki's face turn a similar shade to his hair, and moreso when he knows he's the one who put it there. ]

No?

[ he looks around, noting how absolutely nothing in the shed looks all that familiar to him. ]

I don't think I've ever actually seen you skate.

[ or... was it? now reki's confused. man, being a teenager fucking blows. ]

I kinda suck at it.

[ there's proof positive right here, his fingers curling as he stares down his injured arm. ]

I kinda... really suck.

[ qi fang has a really hard time believing someone who dedicates so much of his time and energy and passion to a hobby can be bad at it, but he sees the way reki seems to curl in on himself and glances away, as if granting him some privacy. he scratches at his jaw, looking instead at an unfinished deck leaning against the wall. ]

I mean, I don't know shit about it, so you'll probably still look really impressive to me.

Besides... looks like you do more than just skating, anyway.

[ what an absolute bro. that gives reki enough time to make himself decent with a smile and start unraveling one of those bandages. let's just not look at this for the rest of the night, that's the move. ]

Oh yeah. I made everything in here, so if you see anything you like, it's yours. I'll mod it for ya, too.

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