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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Yeah. You too. Uh, charger's plugged in behind the nightstand, if you need it.

[ man, he should just. tell him. it's so stupid to have this weird vibe hanging around over something as simple as a delivery.

but that conversation would begin a whole host of others he has exactly negative time for right now, so he swallows it down too and hops up on his desk, dragging his board along. ]

See ya. Soon.

[ he doesn't take his eyes off of qi fang, either, until he's ducking through the window. ]

[ "soon" is pretty relative, in the grand scheme of things. "two seconds" isn't, but neither of them really believed that anyway. in the end, qi fang's calls hadn't taken long at all, and with nothing else to do he'd just settled back into the bed that isn't his and tried (and failed) to get his thoughts in order.

truthfully, it's a testament to his tiredness how he actually managed to fall asleep despite how wild his mind is going. wondering, worrying. convincing himself he's just curious, that's all. that reki is simply a fun mystery to solve.

by the time reki returns, he'll find qi fang passed out on his bed, occupying way more space than he should. at least he looks like he's sleeping soundly... at least reki won't have to have any uncomfortable conversations with him just yet. ]

[ thank god for that because it turns out everything he fucking said was a lie. it's hours later now. he fumbled what was supposed to be a simple enough delivery and got pulled into someone else's drama. couldn't even text about it, because his phone was dead on arrival. and now he's gotta crawl back home after getting the absolute shit kicked out of him, still smelling of gunpowder and singed skin, kicking himself for not just letting qi fang go home when he said he should.

not that he would've been able to do that. the streets feel so much meaner tonight. it would've been worse if he had to do all this over again with that too weighing heavy on his mind. at least he has some measure of peace knowing qi fang's safe and warm in his bed—which is a fucking trip of a thing to think about, but it is what it is.

he just leaves his board in the grass. it's busted beyond repair anyway, and he wants to be quiet coming in, more so than usual. it's been such a shitty, shitty fucking night that just seeing someone there is a comfort he can't even handle. everything feels so heavy and raw and he's really pretty scrawny no matter his protests to the contrary, so it isn't too hard to fit himself into the meager space qi fang isn't occupying, carefully burying his face against his warm chest and going still. he'll wake him up soon, just... not right now. ]

[ it's a wonder he sleeps through that. not that reki had made much noise, but the movement, the smells. he sleeps through it all, but he pays for it in his dreams. it's a jumbled mess of red, flaming hair and smoke and gauze, and this weird, winding hallway whose exit just keeps getting further and further away the more he makes a run for it.

when qi fang finally wakes up, it's because his internal clock is screaming at him to. there's sunlight filtering into a room he doesn't immediately recognize, but soon enough the previous day's events start to trickle back into his brain. as is the realization there is a body tucked in close against his.

he looks and all he sees is red. harmless red hair, thankfully, rising and falling against the steady breathing of his own chest. qi fang looks again and he sees his own arms wrapped snug around that body, cradling it close.

he sighs, settling his head back onto the pillow, and spares a few moments just getting himself back in order.

...

ah shit. he has morning wood. ]

[ there's really no sleeping after a night like that one, but reki's managed to drift in and out of something close. it helps when there are arms around him, even though he's not sure when that happened, not sure whether or not he should let it happen. but he feels too shitty to care that it isn't really him qi fang's holding, just a warm body his subconscious mind reached out to for whatever reason, so he just keeps himself still and drifts off again.

and then he's right back, qi fang's sigh amplified a thousand times by his guilty ears. he swallows down a groan and starts to move away—and only then does he realize he's been bleeding on qi fang's shirt this whole time. fuckfuckfuckfuck. fuck. now what?

his gaze drifts lower and he's practically assaulted by the worst idea he's ever had. like, it's exactly the kind of idea he needs to have right now, but it's awful. but it'll make for a good distraction. ]

Gotta wake up.

[ he says softly, making sure to keep his face turned, that stain covered up, as his fingers drift down qi fang's stomach. slowly, carefully, he slides his palm over the tent in his shorts and starts rubbing. ]

The rest of the way, anyway.

[ considering reki's night, what's one more bad decision, right?

now if only qi fang were cooperative... don't get him wrong, there's nothing nicer than waking up to a warm body tucked in close against you, and to then have said warm body touch you were you're more sensitive. it earns reki a sharp intake of breath and an unconscious bucking of qi fang's hips— but then the rest of his brain catches up to him and he's reaching down, curling a hand around reki's wrist to still him. ]

Pretty sure I already heard people getting up, [ he murmurs. it's mostly a lie, because he's not really sure what he has or hasn't heard, what are still remnants of a weird dream. still, it's probably not a good idea to start off the day staining reki's bed, when there's a nagging in the back of his mind that tells him they should probably... talk? you know, the thing they're both so bad at. ]

When did you get back...?

It's fine.

[ he doesn't want to answer that other question. he wants to do what he was doing and figure out a way to get this shirt off qi fang before they have even more shit to talk about.

but qi fang's got his wrist and it would be terribly fucking wrong to do anything about that, so. foiled again. he sighs and lets his hand go harmlessly limp in qi fang's grasp. ]

... A little later than I meant to. I would've texted, but my phone was dead.

[ trust that qi fang's body already hates him for stopping it; the fact the tenting in his shorts hasn't dwindled at all is testament to how much he was enjoying that, and he'll probably be berating himself for this long after they part, but.

but?? honestly, he doesn't even know. ]

Looks like I passed out anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered.

[ he stifles a yawn, turning his head away in case of any bad morning breath. as comfortable as it is to stay curled up like this, he really should probably get up before any of reki's family members realizes they had this impromptu sleepover... but just as he begins to get up, he suddenly notices the dampness in his shirt — was he sweating?

he tries to sit up, glancing down, and finally notices that reki's hair isn't the only red thing on his chest. ]

...What the hell?

Don't be mad.

[ reki's reply is immediate, a gunshot of guilt after all this tension's been building and building on the trigger. he doesn't even know what he looks like, especially now, after discovering this horrifically embarrassing new development, so he keeps his head bowed. ]

I'll fix it, I didn't mean to, like— I don't know what— I'll fix it. Sorry.

[ probably now would be the best time to do that. especially since he feels like just bolting out of his room and never coming back. he eases himself up, ignoring the way every muscle in his body is screaming for him to lay right the fuck back down. ]

Hold on, just— I'll get you something else to wear.

[ don't be mad? he's furious! but not at reki — at himself, for missing something that feels so fucking obvious now. ]

Reki— [ his hands shoot out again, this time coming to settle on the other boy's shoulders, bearing down just enough pressure as if to say stay still. he hunches, trying to meet the other boy's eyes, hell trying just to see where all that blood's come from, ] What the fuck. What happened? Do you [ need to go to the doctor... probably. but can he, is the question, fuck— ]

What do you need? Just tell me where to get it, I can be quieter than you right now.

[ oh. oh, this is worse somehow. at least reki knows what to do if qi fang's mad at him. it didn't feel great, but that's his own fault for getting into stupid shit last night. this feels really bad.

his left eye aches and it's probably bruised, but that's not the source, he thinks. he runs his tongue over his lip, his brows crumpling at the sting. it's definitely swollen and that's probably where the mess came from. probably put his tooth through it when he bailed, which isn't that bad. still, those two things together feel like too much right now and he turns his face away again. ]

I'm all right. Really. It's no big deal. Looks like your shirt already took care of it.

[ qi fang knows, he knows that he is in no way privy to the shit that reki gets up to. snooping around reki's room while he was gone was already a pretty big breach of privacy there. reki doesn't have to tell him anything, and qi fang shouldn't ask. and he won't. but that doesn't make the not knowing feel any better, especially now that he's getting a good look at the damage on reki's face. there's... no other way to describe how fucked up he looks, like he'd fallen on someone's fist. repeatedly. qi fang can't help the stab of worry in his chest, but he can at least help himself from saying anything too stupid. ]

Blood's easy enough to clean, and I got a spare.

[ hell, he's bled on his jersey before. running into someone's elbow in the middle of the court had him looking pretty similar to how reki looks now. but he doubts whatever reki did the night before had anything to do with a friendly game of basketball.

he sits back, opting to give reki some room so he doesn't feel too crowded. then weakly gestures to the pizza box left on the nightstand. ]

Hungry?

[ funny. reki was dying for some space—and now qi fang's moving away and he wants nothing of the sort. too bad. he can't even trust himself not to bleed on the poor guy. this is so torturously embarrassing.

and he doesn't ask, which somehow feels worse than if he did. it means something he's not ready to think about right now. instead, he sets his sights on that pizza, recalling he did not, in fact, have anything to eat yesterday except the lunch that qi fang gave him. ]

Yeah, fuck, I'm starving.

[ he manages to lean over and flick the box open with one hand, retrieving a slice and settling back into his spot. just out of instinct, he pulls out his phone—still dead. with a sigh, he tosses it on to the bed. fucking sucks because now he has nothing to look at but qi fang, who looks even hotter than usual right now for some reason he can't quite explain. something in his eyes, he thinks. ]

... You sure you don't want me to...

[ cold pizza is better than nothing, so qi fang helps himself to his own slice. he's not particularly hungry, but he figures he might as eat now while he can. besides, it gives him something to do other than give into the urge to reach out for the other again. clean off his face a little, tuck a few strands back into place. ]

Blood and pizza grease aren't really my preferred lubes, but I appreciate the thought.

[ he's smirking, showing reki no harm down, no foul, no worries. ]

[ reki rolls his eyes, feeling better. ]

You're such an asshole.

[ he says the word like he's calling qi fang anything but. something fond, something heroic, something way more important than the guy who just happened to be in his bed this morning.

carefully, he eases himself down against the pillows and there, now they're closer, almost touching. ]

Fine. I didn't want to suck your stupid dick anyway. What time is it?

A little after six.

[ they're sitting propped up against the headboard, pillow tucked against their lower backs, shoulders touching and head bowed low on pizza and quiet murmurs. if he listens carefully, he can only hear the faintest bit of movement outside. ]

No school for us, I guess.

[ no real skin off his nose, to be honest. not like he can really focus on anything today. ]

Shit. I could probably talk someone into giving you a ride. You could still make it.

[ not his ma, who is going to remain blissfully unaware of his plans for today, but someone. the thing is, well...

he can't tell qi fang the things he probably wants to know, but he can squirm uncomfortably and pull a sour face and mutter, ]

Don't want you to, though.

[ at this point qi fang's already made his mind up about it. a missed day isn't going to affect his standing, not that that really matters much to him anyway. he'd much rather see more of this, this pouty reki who fusses to try and get his way. ]

Gonna miss me, huh? Lucky for you I got a whole free day ahead of me. Feel free to take it up.

[ maybe he shouldn't have said anything. now his ears are burning, bright and red as his hair. like, yeah, of course he expected the ribbing. still can't control his reaction to it, though, not when qi fang's the source. ]

Don't say it like that! And fine, just for that, I will.

[ it all just makes his grin wider. reki really is too cute for his own good, the kind of cute you can't decide if you want to bite his cheeks or kiss him silly. maybe both. the fact he can be just as sexy is a little worrying, if only because qi fang is starting to realize just how weak to it all he really is. ]

What's on today's docket, then? I'm hoping a shower's in there, somewhere.

[ just thinking about, like, doing things is too much. reki tosses what's left of his crust into the box and turns on his side, groaning. ]

Nap, then shower... Then nap?

[ he asks, training that owlish amber gaze on qi fang hopefully. ]

[ he makes a face at that look, thinking by now that reki has to know how it affects him. not that he's opposed at all to those suggestions, but somehow having it slung at him with those big puppy eyes makes him want to be contrary. and yet of course he can't be. ]

You really play dirty, huh.

[ a sigh, but he's really not all that opposed. he does, however, take the time to pull his jersey over his head and toss it down to the ground beside them. then he settles down, looking much more comfortable. ]

If I'm gonna nap first, I'm not gonna do it covered in your blood, dude.

[ he looks like a lot more than that. reki can hardly help the way his gaze trails, down and back again. kinda takes all the heat out of his retort. redirects it right back to his face, in fact. ]

The fuck? Oh, but you can just squirt your fluids wherever the hell you please.

[ ah... qi fang at least has the grace to look embarrassed by that, heat rising in his own cheeks. ]

Yeah, about that... sorry.

[ should he say more? he kind of feels like it would just make things worse if he did... ]

[ oh, right. makes sense that wouldn't be funny yet. now his face thinks it's a competition, which one of them can be the first to superheat until they burst into flames. ]

What, no. It was a joke.

[ but now he's actually thinking about it, obvious by the way he's trying not to squirm and soundly failing. ]

It's fine.

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