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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Wait—

[ these tremors are lasting a lot longer than usual, resounding deeper than ever, and losing all that attention and touch and that grounding weight atop him feels like it'll set him adrift. but what's he going to do? ask him to stay? lame, that'd be lame as hell. he can't even explain why he feels this way. what the fuck would he even say?

instead, he tips his head back against the pillow and waves a trembling hand dismissively. ]

I didn't even do anything.

[ for the most part, he just laid there and spread his legs like some kind of sulky pillow princess. the praise does feel nice though, and he murrs softly as he shifts and presses his thighs back together, hissing at the soreness he feels between them. ]

[ unfortunately, he doesn't catch that "wait." he would have stopped, would have curled back in again had he heard. but for a while all he does hear is the sound of his heavy breathing, broken up only by the breathy sound of his laugh. ]

If that was "nothing" I think you'd actually kill me with "something."

[ it takes some doing, but he rolls over onto his side, looking reki over. he runs a delicate hand down the length of the boy's body, pausing on thighs that already look like they're going to be bruised. ]

Let me help you clean up.

[ those shivers begin anew at qi fang's touch, his stomach hollowing, going tight. reki stares up at the ceiling and does his best to just pretend it's not happening. ]

Just throw me your shirt. I'm gonna toss it in the machine when everyone's out anyway.

[ and yeah, he feels those bruises too, somehow outstanding even among the other ones he acquired last night. it's hard not to keep squirming and pressing his thighs together to feel them and he's slipping hard. ]

And then we can take a fucking shower 'cause we're gross.

We've been gross, man.

[ he's a little reluctant to draw away, but reki's not meeting his eyes so he feels like maybe he should give the other some room. he rolls the other way, sliding off the bed, and finds his jersey among the mess of clothing they'd made in their haste. he hands that over to reki after using a small corner to wipe up what he can of his own mess. since he hadn't fully taken off his bottoms, it's easy enough for him to tuck himself back in and make himself decent.

he stands, groaning low as he stretches out some of the soreness and tension from his own muscles, then starts the arduous task of sifting through the clothes on the floor to find reki's boxers and jeans... ]

Edited 2021-05-22 14:51 (UTC)

Yeah, no shit.

[ reki scrubs his stomach clean, but it's really not enough. all he can think of is getting out of this room and crawling into a shower, and it's music to his ears when he hears the familiar chaos of keys and kids and footsteps beyond his room. carefully, he climbs his way out of bed too, throwing open his closet so that he can narrow his eyes at the mess inside. ]

I think I've got shorts that'll fit you.

[ like technically, he knows he does. whatever. nobody has to know he buys all his clothes sized up exponentially, as big as he can manage without it looking too suspect when he straps it to his scrawny ass. ]

[ half-way through grabbing up those discarded jeans qi fang realizes, ah, that's right — reki will probably want to wear cleaner things. they're literally in his room, too, so it's not like finding those will be difficult. so he just tosses the clothes in his hand to the bed, there if reki wants them or not, but otherwise directs his attention to reki's closet, coming up to peek in behind him. ]

Yeah, shorts and hoodie should be fine. If you can spare a plastic bag to stuff my shit in, too, that'd be cool.

[ reki bumps him with an elbow playfully, but the look on his face is all sass. ]

Shit, anything else?

[ despite him running his mouth, he's retrieving a pair of cutoffs and one of the veritable rainbow of hoodies he's got hanging from a rail. qi fang will just have to deal with repping sk8core for a day. not that reki's all excited at the prospect or anything. there's a plastic shopping bag too whose contents can be dumped into the greater mess on the floor, offered to qi fang along with the rest. ]

[ there are a great number of things qi fang would like, but none of them he feels bold enough to ask for. he can't shake the feeling something between them has shifted, a little, but he guesses something has been shifting each time they've fucked. times like these he remembers why there's merit to only fooling around with someone once.

he should go as soon as he's able, lest he makes things even more weird between them. ]

Lucky for me you size up.

[ he looks the clothes over with a wry smirk, particularly the pink hoodie that is most definitely going to clash with his hair.

he shovels his stained jersey into that bag, and takes a cautionary look around to assess the damage. he does reki the favor of putting the bottles of lube back in his drawer, and picks up his dead, discarded phone. ]

You should probably charge up.

Yeah, lucky you.

[ reki gives him a look that makes it clear in no uncertain terms that size-roasting will not be tolerated until after they've showered. once he's fished his charging cable out from behind the nightstand and plugged his phone in, he's right back at the door, listening.

sounds like the coast is clear. the house is eerily quiet suddenly, one of the few times a day when that's even possible. and they've got time to spare; his mom can never make it home at any rate beyond distracted meandering, so it's finally time to creak open the door, steal a quick peek, and then return to qi fang with a curt nod. ]

C'mon.

[ he'll lead the way through the messy hall, made even messier by the eternal battle that is preparing an army of children for school. ]

[ let him get his jollies where he can, reki... who knows when he'll get to tease you next after this. hell, all of "after this" is a giant question mark to him right now.

but alright, looks like they're pink-panthering this. no big, qi fang can be quiet. he even adjusts his strides so as to fall behind reki just so, trusting the other boy won't lead them straight into the belly of the beast — or his grandmother, as it were. qi fang assumes she'd still be home, but who knows... the quiet is almost suspect, given the chaos he'd witnessed just the day before. he decides it's best to stick close, hovering just inches away from reki with every step. ]

[ reki isn't keeping it quite so subtle. grandma's home, sure, but she's easy enough to hear approaching. he doubts she'll pry herself away from the television for long enough to catch them doing anything anyway, but qi fang following along like a little duckling is cute enough to discourage him from actually saying anything about it.

compared to the hall, the bathroom is even worse. there's an explosion of hairbands covering the counter, clothes draped over every conceivable surface, and too many mysterious bottles to count. reki makes space where he can, cursing when he manages to domino an assortment of plastic tubes right on to the floor, but it is what it is. welcome to his house. he tosses whatever's on the rack across the room for good measure and replaces it with the towels he's brought. ]

Sorry for...

[ he fiddles with the water with one hand and gestures vaguely towards the mess with the other. ]

... Yeah.

[ door closed, qi fang allows himself to relax a little. tension still squares his shoulders, but there's an undeniable softness to his smile as he looks all around them. ]

Don't be. It's charming.

[ he leans against the sink as he watches reki try to make some sense of the disaster zone of the bathroom. he figures between the two of them, reki needs the shower first so he's okay to wait. ]

Back home it's just me and my parents. And they both work so much anyway so mostly it's just me.

[ he pauses, realizing there's no real reason to say any of that. reki didn't ask, and he likely doesn't care. shifting, he starts to comb his fingers through his hair as he looks himself over in the mirror. ]

Go ahead and go first. I can wait.

[ yeah, no. qi fang's got his attention the second he uses the word "charming" to describe the absolute disaster zone they're currently entrenched in, transitioning to absolutely rapt once qi fang divulges just that little bit about himself. as far as reki's concerned, they're here (still) purely due to circumstance; it's endearing in its own way for qi fang to offer him just that little bit of insight into his own situation.

he runs a hand under the water to test it, then flicks his wet fingers at qi fang, grinning impishly. ]

Good to know I can steal you away whenever I want. C'mon.

[ what is this separate showers shit? reki isn't even going to pretend to entertain the idea, stripping off his clothes and tilting his head expectantly once he's stepped under the stream. ]

[ considering how much of his current thoughts are swirling around this particular issue, it's a little comical how long it takes qi fang to realize the implication behind reki's words. that there could well be a next time. and maybe even a time again after that.

funny how quickly his mood perks up at something like that. funny.

and, hey, the invitation to join a cute boy in the shower can also do wonders for one's mood. ]

I dunno, is it really stealing if I'm coming willingly?

[ he shoves his shorts down and steps right into the shower right beside reki. he unwittingly blocks the rest of the spray when he does, and he'd laugh if he weren't still concerned the height jokes are still out of bounds. instead, he puts his hands on reki's hips and turns them around, letting the water get all over the other's hair. ]

[ maybe it's off limits for qi fang, but obviously that rule doesn't apply to reki, who doesn't even try hide his snickering. ]

Dumbass.

[ but a cute dumbass—and what a coincidence, a shower is the perfect excuse to cozy right up to him. not that he needs one, with qi fang grabbing him by the hips already, a gesture that is only asking for trouble. what else could reki possibly do but wriggle in his grasp as he scratches through his hair and gets it soaking wet. ]

Maybe hold on to that one. I'm gonna torture the shit outta you in here.

[ it's the perfect opportunity. reki's already soaping up their skin, and when he wriggles again, it's nothing but a smooth glide between them. ]

[ he probably should've known there was no way he was getting out of this one without at least a semi. seeing reki naked and wet and smiling at him like that? not to mention how his body's moving against him? yeah, he's a goner. a lost cause.

he's not sure if he should give in or not. he doubts they have a lot of time to spare here but at the same time... fuck he's too irresistible it's just not fair. ]

It's not torture if I like it.

[ this, said with a rough groan and a meaningful squeeze of those hips. he doesn't hesitate to shift forward and rock into the slick friction reki provides him, sighing softly into his ear. ]

[ and here he'd considered going easy on this boy. reki shakes his head sympathetically. ]

Wuzzat? I can't hear you over the sound of you digging your own grave.

[ he makes sure the amount of soap he pours over his ass is on the excessive side of generous. the sort of amount that will take a lot of scrubbing to come off. not that that's his job or anything. ]

Rub that in nice and good for me, please.

[ as if he really needs help working up a lather between them with the way he's squirming. ]

[ reki? going easy on him? he wouldn't believe that for even a second. but then again, he likes that too, so maybe he's more of a masochist than he thought. but who wouldn't be for that ass? he's only human! ]

Thought showering together was supposed to save us time...

[ it's a low mumble that definitely isn't a complaint. his hands don't need further encouragement to slip right down and mould over those curves, rubbing like he's been told, and then some. so maybe his fingers slip into that crevice a couple of times, maybe he's groping and spreading those cheeks, maybe he even rubs over that hole and presses in — he's just being a diligent cleaner! ]

I never said anything like that.

[ reki's pretty sure he just told qi fang the same thing he always tells him, a quick come here or get out here. and he always listens, to his credit, so he's earned himself a little fucking around, even if it's not what reki asked him to do.

a little bit. reki even rocks against the finger pressing into his hole and grinds away on it for a second, indulging them both, but then he's grabbing qi fang's wrist and pulling it away. ]

And I never told you to do that. Now I'm gonna have to be really mean.

[ he stretches up on his toes and loops his arms around qi fang from behind—which would be super precarious if he didn't have that solid body to lean right into and wind against. ]

Maybe your directions need to be more clear.

[ there's a small huff of annoyance when he's denied his treat, but it's short-lived because now reki is leaning against him and all he has to do is take a half-step forward to fit himself right against that plump ass he'd just been denied. with his hands free he'll just slip them up over reki's chest, rubbing soap lather over his nipples. reki never said to do that either but technically he didn't say he couldn't... ]

Uhhh, no. You don't listen.

[ point in case, even though it's great. basically it's a retainer for if reki gets the sudden urge to chastise him again later and it feels amazing to boot. for now, he's content to push up on his toes and wriggle around until he has qi fang's cock slotted nice and snug between his cheeks—and then he's moving again, working it up and down, rolling his whole body to get that perfect crush. ]

Bet I could make you come like this.

[ qi fang's cock had been filling out since reki started lathering up, let's be real. so by the time reki starts hotdogging him, he's hard enough that the redhead would be able to feel him rocking forward, pushing those cheeks a little further apart. his teeth grit, and he pinches one of those nipples as if in punishment. ]

Are you trying to milk me dry before lunch? Fuck.

[ that punishment gets passed right back around; reki gasps and presses harder with every lift and drop of his hips, not that he can manage much else when his whole body is jolting from the pinch. ]

See what I mean? I said I'm gonna torture you.

[ as if this isn't torture for him too, when qi fang is touching him in all the right ways and pressed so slick and eager against his ass. it just feels better somehow. ]

I'll milk you dry after lunch.

Then we'd just need another shower.

[ what a vicious cycle. surely one of them can be brave enough to stop it.

not qi fang, though, because his hands are slipping down, rubbing more of that soap lather over reki's stomach, his hips, then finally wrapping around his own dick. he doesn't bother with any pretenses, working his wrist up and stroking along the length like he would his own, as if he were showering in his own home hoping to rub a quick one out. ]

Good.

[ not it. reki's enjoying this far too much, letting out a wet gasp every time qi fang's hand slides to the head of his dick, luxuriating in the sensation of the hard cock slipping between his cheeks. the building tension just makes him move quicker, a little more urgently. ]

Nnfuck. That's real good.

[ he tilts his head, trying to get his face as close to qi fang's as possible. not so much begging for a kiss as he needs the closeness, something to anchor him while he rapidly goes from that baseline arousal that's always around when qi fang is near to something far more feverish. ]

Fuck, just like that.

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