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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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. ]

[ finally, he's found a purpose for his parents' long hours away from home. he's not even trying to think about the fact the two of them essentially made plans to spend what seems like the rest of the day together, and what that could possibly mean. instead he's focusing on all the surfaces he could eat reki out on. and then some. ]

C'mon, let's clean you up again.

[ he steers reki towards the sink, helping him rinse off the mess left on his face. he takes the towel reki had given him off his shoulders to run through reki's wild hair before doing the same to his. ]

You think your mom made breakfast?

[ kind of hard not to think about the prospect of spending two whole days with someone when he's never spent so much as an hour with anyone else from school in years. luckily, reki really has no idea what to think, so it's easy not to dwell on it. he can't even begin to fathom what the hell is going on and it's torture to try.

better to just roll with it. he washes off his face, grumbling and throwing hands when qi fang runs a towel through his hair. (in this humidity? oh god.) finally, he catches qi fang's wrist before he can do the same to himself and pulls a smaller towel off a hook beside the sink. ]

I know she did. Hold on, though.

[ nanaka's got cute curls too, so that means, obviously, he needs to fuss over qi fang's hair exactly the same way. he's careful with the smaller towel, he's pulling out potions and vials and slicking those through his hair too, and then, finally: ]

Mannn, I'm hungry. Get changed so we can eat.

[ the entire time, all qi fang can do is stare. there's an amused twist to his lips, but the quirk in his brow and look in his eyes is genuine curiosity that follows reki's hands every time they reach for a new bottle. ]

Do you do your sisters' hair too?

[ the thought is so oddly charming he's suddenly filled with the urge to scoop reki up and press wet kisses all over his neck and cheeks. it's an overwhelming urge, one he has to actively fight down, so it's fortunate he's given a task next to focus on.

as expected, the shorts and hoodie fit him more or less. he prefers baggier, but he's not at the risk of being indecent so it does just fine. absently, he runs a hand over his hair once more before plucking the thin hairband around his wrist to pull it back in its customary little ponytail. then he flashes reki a thumbs up. ]

Ready.

[ especially for a homecooked meal. ]

Course I do. You saw how fucking many there are.

[ this is why he can't think about it: there's nothing more bizarre than discussing his family in his bathroom with a naked boy while he does his hair. can't even wrap his mind around what's happening right now. all he knows is that it irritates him to no end when qi fang puts his hair right back up, but this is already weird enough. he's not going to say something, even if he can't wipe the sour look off his face when qi fang does it.

by the time they're both changed, he's become intimately aware that he's starving. turns out a few bites of cold pizza doesn't exactly cut it for the better part of a day. luckily, ma must have been in a rush this morning because he discovers everything still out when he leads them into the kitchen. fuck leftovers, he's grabbing the pan and cracking some eggs, grumblingly cleaning up the kitchen as he goes. ]

Bet your house isn't half as messy as mine.

It's practically surgical-room sterile.

[ trust that this isn't a brag, and more of a dismissal. some days it looks like hardly anyone lives in his placec, and that's a depressing a thought as it sounds. but he's not going to think about that right now.

qi fang makes himself useful by staying out of the way, coming to lean against the counter beside the refrigerator so he has the best vantage point to watch reki work. the novelty of being with reki continues to grow; now he's getting breakfast made for him? whose life is he even living right now, honestly. ]

Should I make some toast?

[ alright alright, he supposes he can do something. ]

Nah, I'm just gonna throw everything in the same pan. That's the secret.

[ to a fat ass, anyway. not like qi fang couldn't use a little more meat on his bones. whatever leftovers he finds hanging around are diced up and thrown in just like he says, where they're doused in butter, mixed into a crackling medley, and folded into the gigantic omelette he's building. smells just like heaven and oh fuck is he starving. ]

You can grab me the ketchup, though. Please.

[ not that it's not right there behind him, but it seems like qi fang wants to make himself useful and it's just habit to assign menial tasks to people sharing space with him whenever he cooks. they're usually far smaller and can't reach any of the shelves, but hey, it is what it is. ]

Well since you asked so nicely...

[ not that it's a difficult task or anything, plus this gives him the added benefit of sidling up close enough to reki to reach down and give that fat ass a good squeeze. just, you know. in case it was lonely.

he sets the ketchup down and leans over reki's shoulder to take a generous whiff of the pan, sighing out his breath in a soft sound of satisfaction. ]

Shit, you really can cook. Is it too late to trade one of those nuggets meals for more of this?

[ it was on the verge of a terrible loneliness, true, but with qi fang around, reki's ass never really has a chance to get there. as thrilled as he is with the attention, he still gives qi fang a playful bump before he's grabbed what he needs. ]

I get by.

[ rule #1 of cooking breakfast is go hard as fuck on the ketchup and reki isn't about to wuss out now. all of that sweet tomato-y goodness is mixed right into the omelette and seared together with the corner of his spatula, then slapped atop a plate to make room for the next one. ]

And I'm pretty sure this's what I offered you in the first place, but nah. You wanted nuggets.

[ which he still hasn't gotten even once. oops. ]

[ qi fang's eyes follow the flow from pan to plate, lips parting slightly. his mouth is literally watering, but look at what a good boy he's being, waiting for reki to finish!

he forces his attention back to the pan, watching reki work with more focus than he had before. it smells so good he's seriously wondering if he can replicate it on his own somehow... ]

Yeah and that was clearly temporary insanity so we should just ignore it and move on.

[ he's such a good boy that when reki catches his eye between tasks, he smiles. not wry or coy or sarcastic—just like a normal smile that people exchange when they're happy. probably the strangest thing that's happened to him all year. ]

I think we can make a deal.

[ he is, however, going to draw a ketchup dick on qi fang's omelette once it's plated too. the toast is a quick affair after that, just more butter and an egg to top it off, and then both plates are full of steaming food and reki's jerking his head toward the den. ]

Wanna watch cartoons?

[ it's hard not to smile right back whenever their eyes meet. it feels damn near instinctual, as does the light fluttering in his chest and, well. well. things to mull over later, he thinks. shit's going real good right now, why not ride it out and see how it goes, right? ]

Yeah? You're not worried about getting caught?

[ isn't his grandma still home? and surely his mom will come back soon enough...

but also shut up qi fang why the fuck is he stalling his omelette is getting cold!! ]

[ reki shrugs and leads the way toward the table, turning one of the zaisu chairs out from under it with a nudge of his toe. such a gentleman, this one. ]

Ma'll probably be home soon, but you're gonna tell her there was a gas leak and they let us out early.

[ he sets both plates down and messes around with the tv remote until there's something loud and colorful enough on the screen to zone out to. perfect breakfast ambiance. ]

Yeah, and the fact I'm wearing your clothes and smelling like your soap?

[ whatever, it's reki's funeral. the worst thing she can do is kick him out, but at least he's clean and dressed.

he plops himself down and helps himself to a good heaping forkful before even looking up at the tv. it's loud enough that whoever's still home is bound to hear them, but he's got homecooked omelette in his mouth now so how can anything in the world be bad? legs crossed, his knee is resting against reki's thigh, and he doesn't seem concerned about this at all. ]

Fuck — how's this so good?

Oh, she won't even ask.

[ that's way too complicated a question for anyone in his family. maybe they'll rib on reki for it a little, but anything that feels like it's too close to an uncomfortable truth is always swept under the table. it's his favorite household rule. (the one exception being grandma, of course, who's allowed to say whatever the fuck she wants whenever she likes.)

reki takes an experimental bite of his own, pausing to take in the flavor. ]

I think you're just starving, dude. I've been a shitty host.

[ around a mouthful of toast, he snorts. ]

I dunno I mean I had the best nuts of my life in your place so I wouldn't call you shitty...

[ belatedly, he thinks to glance around to make sure none of that fell on ears it wasn't meant to. oops. ]

[ reki's brows rise up real high. (not because he's afraid of grandma overhearing—no way she knows what the fuck that even means.) ]

The best?

[ like, ever? ]

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