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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[ 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.

You're so noisy, [ comes qi fang's note of amusement. it makes his hand stroke faster, flicking at the wrist right as he gets up to that swollen head, paying it the special attention it deserves. his other hand slips down lower, fondling his balls thanks to the ease of the lather.

it's a struggle to look away from reki's body, particularly those squirming hips, but his eyes can't help but soften when they land on reki's face, looking up at him so heatedly. how can he not respond by licking into his lips and stealing a kiss? ]

[ reki kisses him for as long as he can before he's just panting too hard, far too close to the edge to do anything more coordinated than bumping blindly against qi fang's chin. at least he understands what qi fang's talking about now; the acoustics in this room make it impossible for him to escape the sound of his own desperate moans, his cheeks flaring with heat as the noise carries and resounds in the space.

which is fine. he's already blushing. good. now he can say what he needs to and not worry about it. ]

Tell me to come for you again.

[ something hot and dark flashes in qi fang's eyes when reki makes that request. how his groan comes out low, indulgent. in contrast, he's so much quieter, his voice rough against reki's ear. ]

Yeah? You wanna be a good baby and come for me again?

[ he licks at his lips, blinking past the water still spraying down over them. now it's not difficult for him at all to stay watching reki's face, delighting in the color making those cheeks look good enough to bite into. he rocks a little more insistently, hoping the hardness of his cock can apply enough pressure against reki's hole while his hands increase their pace, steadily working reki up until that panting becomes needy little whines. ]

C'mon then, come right all over my hands.

[ it's not just needy little whines. that voice in his ear turns him into a mewling mess, chewing his own lip to shreds as his whole body goes taut and buzzes with shivers. his arms tighten, holding on now instead of just keeping him close, his legs shaking as he tries to keep himself up on his toes.

he can't even get a word out that doesn't just falter into keening, but there's no time anyway. qi fang moves against him and he feels that cock slick against his hole, and that's all it takes to draw a strangled moan from him and make him come hard like he'd been told. it's so much at once, between qi fang's hands and the pulsing pressure of the shower, and he's hissing before too long, dropping off his toes and grasping at qi fang's wrist. ]

Fuck. Fuck.

[ how many times have they fucked now? a handful, maybe more, he can't keep track at the moment but somehow he can already tell each one is going to be just as exciting as the first. he honestly can't imagine a future where he'd ever get tired of seeing reki succumb to his bliss like this. he swears he can feel every twitch, every shiver, and fuck does he sound so good with the acoustics of the bathroom making it seem like those sounds are all around them, overwhelming. ]

That's it... Lookit you, you did so well.

[ he strokes reki's cock through the rest of his orgasm, but slows to gentle touches when that hand snaps around his wrist. reaching up, he combs back reki's hair from his brow, letting some of the water cool off those heated cheeks. ]

[ it all feels so good—not just the afterglow, but the fingers in his hair and the solid chest he's pressing his cheek against, the moment of respite as he recovers his breathing and lets the water wash over them. most of all, the praise feels best, like he's accomplished something simply by succumbing to hands that are rapidly becoming expert at handling him. that's a sobering thought, that this boy he barely knows is learning him, that he cares enough to make it better every time. whatever that means, reki doesn't even want to fight it anymore. he just wants this. ]

No, that was... Your hands...

[ reki groans all over again. he can't even think about it; it makes him dizzy all over again. it'll just have to be conveyed by the way he's drifting temporarily beneath qi fang's touch, making soft sounds every time his fingers so much as brush reki's skin. ]

[ qi fang doesn't know what it says about him that he finds it very cute reki still tries to argue with him even in the midst of becoming human jell-o. maybe it's just he finds everything about reki endearing, and he's just not trying to hide it anymore. they're locked away in this bathroom anyway... the world can't touch them right now. ]

C'mon, let me actually clean you up, huh?

Mmf.

[ he means to put up a better pout, but there is water shooting directly at him. and anyway, he's finally docile enough to do whatever qi fang says, as long as it doesn't involve meandering too far away from him. he already had to put up with that shit once.

he rubs his face clear of water and sighs. ]

Fine, yeah. Hot water's gonna run out soon anyway.

[ if qi fang had to choose between hot water and this raging boner he still has, he'd actually make the sacrifice and choose the water. nothing's more a mood killer than cold water all over your dick, so as soon as reki gives him some room to work with, qi fang gets right back to work on lathering up the rest of his body.

he looks behind reki to spy the array of shampoo bottles along the rack, smirking faintly when his eyes land on one particularly eye-catching one. ]

Let me guess — yours is the pink glittery one?

Put anything with parabens in my hair and I'll rock that pretty face of yours, deadass.

[ afterglow, over. reki swipes a bottle from the shower caddy and turns himself around, backing up a little so that he can grab a handful of qi fang's hair and tug it under the shower stream. no warning or anything, but he does cup his hand over qi fang's brows like he's a toddler to prevent him from getting water in his precious eyes.

and then, once his hair is wet and reki's worked up some goo from the bottle between his hands, he's giggling his ass off. ]

Dude, that's the biggest boner I've ever seen.

[ he lets it poke him in the stomach for added lulz while he meticulously squishes the stuff into qi fang's hair. proudly: ]

Really got you fucked up, huh?

[ it's a strange mixture of proud and embarrassed that colors qi fang's cheeks, even overflowing into the tips of his ears. he'll blame it on the hot water, maybe, since even with his head bent like this reki still has a clear view of his face. ]

Should've seen it last night, [ he huffs dryly, feeling mildly lost now that he's got nothing to do with his hands. ]

Anyway you can thank your dirty dick dancing for this. That's some real talent.

Oh, I feel talented all right.

[ fuck, he's adorable like this. reki has a whole system to this hair washing thing, every move rote and efficient, but he lingers a little longer than usual scrubbing qi fang's face free of any errant suds that might drift into his eyes. not that he'd know. or that this is normal to begin with. ]

Make sure you don't ruin it. I'm saving it for later. And don't let your hair get wet.

[ he juts the heel of his palm against qi fang's chin to make sure his head's tipped back, away from the water, and starts lathering up his own hair into one big pink cloud. ]

[ another huff, but this time out of resignation. one hand had already been itching to wrap around said dick, thinking maybe if he were quick enough he can just rub one out before the cold water sets in. ]

But my hair's already wet, [ he murmurs, distracted. he screws his face into a look of concentration, head tipped back so now he's just staring at the ceiling. he starts running through his list of boner-killers, running the gamut in an attempt to at least ease some of the pressure he's feeling. ]

Again.

[ why does he have to explain this to an almost adult man? whatever. now he has to steer clear of the shower for a second too, stepping around qi fang to dodge the stream. just a couple minutes to kill for both of them and, well...

why not press up against qi fang from behind, make a low noise in the pit of his throat, loop his arms around his waist and start slowly torturing that boner that qi fang's obviously trying to rid himself of? it's extra nice for him, too, because this is exactly the moment when he discovers qi fang has a pretty nice booty on him too, one that definitely feels divine squeezed up against him. ]

Hey. What's all this back here?

[ one would think that someone who chooses to keep their hair pretty long (long enough to tie back, anyway) would have a basic understanding of hair care... but to be honest it's a lucky draw of genetics that keeps his as nice as it is, especially considering he's the kind to think those 2-in-1 shampoo-conditioner sets are the real deal. (let's all just be thankful he doesn't actually do the shopping in his household...)

anyway, he's hopeless, but even moreso now that reki's put his hands on him. it draws out a low, tortured moan from his throat, hands coming around behind him to grip at reki's hips. so much for calming down. ]

Uh — squats?

[ what's the question? fuck he's so hard it's almost painful now. ]

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[ reki certainly isn't helping, not running one finger along the length of his dick all featherlight, just keeping it interested. worst case scenario, it turns into a ruined orgasm and he has to lick on qi fang for the ten minutes it'll take to get it back later. it's mean but he's mean so who's surprised? nobody in this shower, at least.

anyway, his hands are occupied, so he confirms qi fang's response by grinding nice and slow against him. ]

Damn. Maybe I should go to the gym.

[ now it's qi fang's turn to whine, his cock pitifully twitching under the lightest of touches. his hands slip down a little further, coming to grip at reki's ass. ]

We gotta get outta here I'm gonna die.

[ reki places a suckling kiss on his shoulder and keeps doing what he's doing. ]

If you can make it two minutes, I'll suck the soul right outta your body, promise.

[ qi fang's body sags — under the kiss, the promise, who even knows — so now it's his turn to lean on reki for support. ]

What happened to the hot water? We're gonna prune up at this rate—

[ how's he still talking when all his blood is gone from his brain? ]

Reki...

[ reki doesn't even realize that his mouth is filling, that he's wrapping his fingers around qi fang's cock and stroking, until he says his name that way. fuck. ]

Yeah, I can't make it either. Wash it out. Go, now.

[ qi fang doesn't think he's ever moved so fucking fast in his life. he's not sure what breaks him first: the hand around his cock of reki's quiet permission. either way his head's suddenly snapping forward, hands flying up to scrub off as much of that lather as he can. he's speaking even under the spray, getting water and soap into his mouth. ]

Fuck, I'm not gonna last long your hand feels too good—

Oh... Oops.

[ those hands would probably be put to better use scrubbing the conditioner out of qi fang's hair, and then shoving him aside when it's all clear so that he can do the same. of course, that's when the water starts to run cold, but he powers through it for the couple seconds that it takes, cuts the water, and snatches a towel off the rack.

for qi fang, of course, wrapping it around his shoulders hastily before he's dropping down to his knees and... pausing. it's such a good boner. sure would be a shame to waste it. he glances up at qi fang, lips pouted. ]

Hit me with it.

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