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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[ he huffs out a laugh, rolling over till he can hover over reki, prodding at that arm. ]

C'mon, are you embarrassed? After you fucked yourself on my dick like that? No one moves like that if they didn't know they were hot shit.

[ reki swats at him half-heartedly. ]

Stooooop. You can't say shit like that.

[ that just encourages qi fang to crowd around him some more. ]

Are you trying to seduce me? This bashful shit just makes you even cuter, y'know.

[ at least someone is getting something out of all this tortured squirming he's doing. reki rolls on his side with a huff. ]

No. You already rejected me today. Fuck off.

Aw c'mon.

[ qi fang follows suit, practically shoving his face in reki's. ]

That wasn't a rejection, that was a rain check.

[ perfect. now reki can narrow his eyes right at him. ]

The nerve. I don't take rain checks.

[ it's not much of a punishment when qi fang likes those eyes, however they look. ]

No?

[ he starts snaking a hand down the length of reki's torso, pawing at him. ]

Should I suck you off instead? Get back in your good graces?

[ his breath hitches. be strong, reki. ]

Won't cut it. It'll take way more than that.

[ be strong, reki, especially as qi fang teases along the waistband of his hands and traces his fingers over his thighs, his hips — touching everywhere but his crotch. ]

High maintenance, huh? Alright, name your terms.

[ if he didn't have such a banger waiting in the wings, it'd be impossible to keep from squirming. but he does, so he does those hands dirty, keeping still and staring seriously. ]

Come inside me again.

[ it's like a slap in the face, but like. the sexy kind. qi fang swears he feels the next beat of his heart go straight down to his dick, which traitorously stirs in interest. ]

Well. [ that comes out in a breathier huff than he's intended to, but what the fuck can he do when reki just knocked the air right out of him. ] Gotta make sure the host likes me, right...?

[ he swallows after that, trying valiantly to be discreet about the fact he's really, really turned on now. ]

[ it's probably tough to keep discreet when reki's hands are all over him now. all that tension qi fang was building up has to go somewhere, and reki chooses to funnel it all into palming his cock through his shorts again, his grasp firm, his head tipping so that he can bite at qi fang's lip. ]

Right.

[ back to making demands again, his teeth gritting impatiently. ]

Fuck me.

[ it's embarrassing how eagerly his cock jumps at that contact, hardening back to its fullness like when he'd just woken up earlier. he grunts, teeth grit as he wrestles with common sense. it tells him that it's still early, that people are in the house, that fucking children were still in the house... and as much as he wants to pin reki down and fuck him into his bed, his eyes stall on that split lip, the bruising around his eye. is he hurt elsewhere? ]

Are you sure you can be quiet?

[ he slips his hand down under the waistband of reki's pants, palming at his cock. he's hesitating... but also not really. ]

[ obviously his lip's not that big a deal, because the second reki feels that hand slip into his pants, he's chewing it to pieces. honestly, he's so used to this shit that he can't even keep track anymore. he's far more interested in tugging qi fang's cock out of his shorts, working around the head of it until he's milked out a drop of precum that he can gather up and lick right off his finger with a low, indulgent moan. ]

That's what pillows are for.

[ wow, okay. so reki's just a full on dirty cheat, huh. qi fang can't even explain what such a dirty sight does to his body — igniting something carnal that has him barely stifling his own low moan.

Fuck, man.

[ look, okay. he's only human. how the hell's he supposed to resist this now, when he feels hotter than the sun under his own goddamn skin? he shoves up onto his knees, reaching over to pull open and dig around reki's drawer. hopefully he's got more lube to work with. ]

Take your clothes off.

[ reki sits up too, just enough to give him a hard time, working his mouth over his hip and up his spine while he's searching. ]

It's still in my jeans from last night.

[ which are crumpled into a ball on the floor now. not that reki's offering to go get it, he's too busy suctioning his swollen lips to qi fang's skin, kind of pleased with how much fuller they feel now. ]

[ a shuddery exhale, just shy of a full on growl as his frustration mounts. suddenly he's impatient, when he'd been close to hesitating two seconds ago, but who can blame him when reki's all over him like this? ]

You're a fucking menace.

[ a genuine gripe but only because it physically pains him to tear himself away from the other to hop off the bed and dig around the floor for pants, and then dig around in those for lube. this he tosses to the bed beside reki, fixing him with a heated glower. ]

You're still dressed.

[ that's an exciting noise. hot guy nearly growling at him? reki will take all the orders of that, please. he likes the look in his eyes too; feels just as good as a hand, touching him all over.

still. he bites his lip and shifts uncomfortably before he reaches for the hem of his hoodie. he wants to do it, he's just not sure how it looks underneath. the idea of qi fang looking at him again with anything besides hunger is terrifying. ]

Shut up. I'm doing it. You distracted me.

[ even through the haze of hunger qi fang can sense reki's reluctance. like a knife cutting through the tension, replacing it with a different kind. but the last time he'd been stupid enough to let his concern get in the way, it had nearly ruined their time together. qi fang knows what he might end up seeing won't be easy to stomach, but he's quick to remind himself that reki doesn't want him for that. the only reason he's here is for this.

so, in an effort to make this go easier, qi fang comes back down to his knees by the bed, reaching for reki's pants to help him out of them. while the other boy works on his top, qi fang focuses on the bottom, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along his stomach, his hips. his lips trail across reki's lap, mouthing along the bulge beneath his boxers. ]

[ what anxiety? nevermind all that when qi fang's kneeling beneath him, which is just always the hottest view that he can imagine, his mouth doing terribly magical things that make his jaw lock up tight so no sound escapes. now, it's practically impossible to keep his hoodie on; he just wants to feel that mouth everywhere. ]

Fuck.

[ this is the perfect excuse to get his fingers in that hair again. he scratches softly with his nails and then pulls when the heat of qi fang's mouth makes his aching cock twitch, insistent and demanding as ever but with just a twist of something else. ]

You're so far away.

[ the touch to his hair gets a low groan bubbling out of his mouth, fortunately muffled against a sliver of skin just above reki's hip. ]

Nah, I'm right here. [ he presses kisses all over he can reach — on his hip, his inner thigh, his clothed cock — each one both tender and heated as if to say and here, and here, and here. he's got his arms under reki's thighs, keeping them spread as he curls a good grip around the waistband of his jeans. a good tug has them slipping down over the curve of that delicious ass, but he's so focused on mouthing a wet trail over the strain in reki's boxers that he doesn't do more disrobing than that. ]

[ reki's managed to convince himself that he's laying back to help the process, but really he's squirming too hard to keep upright. his back is arching, his legs spreading wider, and through it all, he has to chew on his knuckles to keep from spilling all the sounds that are building up inside of him. a tall fucking order, when he's already dizzy with desire.

he keeps it down to just the one sound then, breathless and needy and urgent: ]

Qi Fang.

[ he doesn't think he's actually heard reki say his name like that, the sheer shock of it enough to give him pause, make him shudder. he swears he can still hear it, echoing in his ears, but it's a good reminder they're working on borrowed time here. who knows when the rest of the house will wake? who knows when someone will wonder where reki's been, why there's still an extra pair of shoes by the door.

huffing he sits up, working to tug reki's bottoms off the rest of the way. those get tosses to the floor and ignored, leaving the other boy fully naked. despite the urgency, qi fang can't help but pause to look, raking his eyes over ever inch like it's his to memorize.

then he's crawling up on the bed over reki, reaching for that bottle. fingers slick, aiming low, prodding to see how much prep is needed— ]

Fuck, you're still so tight...

[ another low groan, further muffling up his words. still, he shove two fingers in, working fast to stretch him out. ]

[ he hasn't, ever, for a thousand reasons that mostly hedge on how intimate it feels. for a second it feels like a mistake; qi fang pauses and his face lights right the hell up with heat, compelling him to wonder if it was too much after all. if everything's too much, honestly, it's been almost an entire twenty-four hours of seeing barely anything but reki and this weird, abnormal world he lives in, which feels like a lot to ask of a glorified booty call. add in the almost reverent way reki said his name just now and, yeah, that's probably way too much.

then he's completely naked and qi fang's looking at him that way he fucking loves, the way that makes him twist and wind against the mattress in that slow and deliberate way. for him. yeah, it's officially too much, but reki can't stop now. ]

Shit.

[ back to chewing on his hand, writhing as qi fang's fingers sink inside him. the idea of keeping him waiting is a harrowing one right now; he reaches out his other hand to catch his fingers on the nightstand drawer pull. ]

Sorry. I can fix it, hold on.

[ "sorry"? "fix it"? absolutely none of what reki's saying makes any sense because, last qi fang checked, he wasn't complaining. sure, it slows things down a little, but all he has to do is remind himself how wonderfully suffocated his cock feels every time it's inside reki and, well. it's worth it, isn't it?

but reki's moving and reaching for something and it's enough for qi fang to get curious. not that his fingers have stopped their movement or anything... his body's on autopilot at this point. ]

It's fine — what're you talking about?

[ "too much" — that doesn't process in his mind either. if anything, it's not enough. he wants more. ]

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no that's ok dw i didn't want this notif anyway

inexcusable hater shit dw!!

getting real tired of the blueballs dw!

guess who's turn it was I'll FIGHT somebody

someone rly trying to stop our love

I'll destroy them 😠

i got yo flower baby 🌺

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