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 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.

[ it takes all of one second for the pieces to click into place for qi fang, for reki's words and actions to make sense through his heated haze. then his hands are flying down to grip at his cock, an angry red after all that waiting and teasing. a couple of fervent strokes, some eager rubbing all around his swollen head—

with a loud groan he spills his load all over those pouty lips. he's not really focused on his aim, nor can he help the frantic way his hips buck from the aftershock of it all; streams of come catch on reki's eyes, his hair, down his cheeks and chin. by the end of it qi fang is gasping for breath and staggering back to hold himself upright against a wall, seeing white. ]

Shit, holy shit, oh fuck...

[ reki watches him the same way a cat watches a bird in a cage, hungry and waiting. he lets his lips part just a little, but that's not the point. the point is the beautiful sight qi fang makes finally letting go, something to roll around in his mind while he closes his eyes and proudly awaits what's coming to him.

and qi fang doesn't disappoint; his face feels covered. it's so satisfying that he's blindly feeling for his pants, for his phone, his heart dropping when he realizes the grave error he's made. ]

Fuck. I forgot my phone. You got yours?

[ he tilts his face up. can't ruin it now. ]

...Huh?

[ like, give a guy a moment to breathe. though it feels like qi fang needs more than a moment, maybe a couple years even, just to get the wind back in his lungs after coming so hard. he can't tell if he's this blown (haha) because of this single experience, or it's all just been a culmination of what has thus far been the wildest and sexiest two days of his life.

so, yeah, he doesn't immediately get what reki wants or means. instead his body moves on autopilot, using his clean hand to fish his phone out of the pocket of his shorts nearby. it's only when he holds it up that something clicks in his muddled brain. reki hasn't made any moves to clean himself off... like... at all...

qi fang swallows, feeling a surge of heat hit him. ]

Wait, you serious? Can I..?

Hurry.

[ always a little nerve-wracking, having someone else take a picture. but it's worth it for this one particular moment; there's no way he's letting this go by without something to remember it. for all he knows, it might be his last chance for a facial to be proud of. like whatever, he's sure that qi fang came hard enough to blot out his mind forever, but time is of the essence here.

he tilts his head like a good little instagram-raised teen, posing, waiting. ]

[ all reki will hear is a sudden rush of breath. breathing out, sucking in, something. then he's fumbling with his phone, snapping picture after picture like he can't quite trust the previous one saved. ]

Shit...

[ he must have taken ten at least. he's staring after too, trying to commit it all to memory. ]

You're so fucking sexy, what the fuck.

[ as long as that shutter keeps going off, reki's going to keep upping the ante: touseling his hair, leaning in and licking his lips clean, angling his shoulders back and forth. by the time it stops, it occurs to him that he's completely forgotten to be self-conscious at all, which is weird. like, he kind of believes qi fang when he says all that. ]

You get it?

[ even not disputing it is such a leap. he's more excited about the photography though, about the sudden surge of excitement he feels when qi fang talks to him like that. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I got it. C'mere.

[ he sets the phone aside for now, reaching down to help reki back up to his feet. he thumbs away the mess over reki's brow and eyes, and at the last minute decides to push that past those parted lips. if he hadn't just come so hard he's sure the image reki provides would have had him hardening back again in no time.

looking at reki like this, feeling so incredibly warm despite the cool air now hitting his wet skin, the words just come flying out of his mouth: ]

Come to my place today. We don't have to worry about anyone there.

[ that's nice for him. not only is reki operating blind, but he's freezing his ass off. (like, he always is, too scrawny to ever really feel warm unless he's in direct sunlight, but this is bad enough that he's shivering.) it's a testament to his dedication to the arts that he's not bitching about it right now.

he's so focused on hamming it up for qi fang, swallowing down what he offers and curling his tongue around those fingers in his mouth, suckling slow and indulgently, that he almost chokes at the request. ]

Mm.

[ well, his mouth is occupied, what do you want? he nods. ]

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