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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[ his shifts his hand, pressing his thumb into the center of reki's palm. ]

Don't play dumb you're gonna make me look ungrateful.

[ reki's fingers wind around and he tilts his head, flashing big, bright eyes at him. ]

Dunno what you're talking about. You don't look like you're ungrateful; you look like you're having a good time.

[ qi fang's own smile turns a little sharp, leaning down further to shorten that gap between them. ]

That's not hard around you.

[ his turns coy, with just a hint of trouble to the curled corners of his mouth. ]

Sounds like a good reason to go for it then.

[ qi fang recognizes a dare when he sees one, but it's a hard line to cross when they're out in public like this. technically, the streets are pretty clear what with most people either at school or work... but despite that smile on reki's face, qi fang still figures there's a 50/50 chance he'll get socked for trying to steal a kiss out in broad daylight like this. ]

You're trouble on a skateboard.

[ he shakes his head, sounding exasperated as he straightens up. ]

How many times are you gonna try and turn me on in public?

[ what a freaking punk. like, he's not wrong, and the innocent little whistle reki makes doesn't change the fact that they both know it. whatever, at least he's still got qi fang's thumb, and then also his fingers hooked in the waistband of qi fang's shorts, pulling so he can sneak a quick peek inside. ]

Did it work?

[ who's the punk??? not like qi fang hadn't already been very mindful of the fact there's only one layer of fabric keeping him from being caught for public indecency, but reki deciding to help himself to a peek definitely does the opposite of helping. qi fang snatches that other wrist in his hand, holding both of reki's in the air. ]

Honestly can't tell if I wanna kiss you or kick you.

[ okay, okay, qi fang got him. he doesn't sound too bent outta shape about it, though, not laughing like a menace and smirking at his captor brazenly. ]

You definitely wanna kiss me.

At the very least.

[ he forces those hands down so he can run one over his face and take a deep breath. then he's kicking off the pavement to start back down the road again. ]

C'mon you fucking menace. I need you behind walls.

No kidding. It looked pretty dire in there.

[ poor qi fang asked for none of this. not reki's do-whatever-the-fuck approach to life, not all this teasing, not the way reki playfully plants a hand against his chest and uses it to push off. carefully, though—it'd be super un-bro-like to knock qi fang off balance. ]

Man shut up.

[ qi fang hates this he hates reki. except not really, of course, it's definitely on the opposite side of the spectrum whatever he's feeling, but right now he's definitely just annoyed enough that he's almost endeared. what a wild ride.

fortunately the ride to his house isn't completely torturous. he takes a look at the driveway and, as expected, the car's gone and the lights are off. mom and dad should well be into their work days by now. he opens the gate and ushers reki in with the board tucked carefully under his arm. ]

Don't worry about your shoes, just bring them up to my room.

[ once again, the whole world around them has disappeared and become nothing but him and qi fang—until it all comes back and qi fang's opening up a gate and reki starts thinking about what part of town they're in. a lot different than his little spot in the boonies, that's for sure. ]

Straight to your room, huh?

[ giving him a hard time's better than dwelling on the nerves he has about going to qi fang's house. kind of a sobering deal; no matter how many hours they've spent together by now, reki still doesn't really know this boy. ]

[ what'd there to know, really? it's not like he's leading some secret double life he' not allowed to talk about under punishment of skate law. so his parents are a little more on the wealthy side, there's a dime a dozen of those kind of teens even within their own school. he doesn't talk about it much, which maybe lands him more on the nickel side, but had reki been privy of any of his past birthday parties he likely would have clued in on it by now.

but that's the rub, isn't it? they never really lingered in the same circles. not till now. ]

That's me, a class act.

[ the home qi fang leads them into isn't lavish, but it sure as hell isn't plain. simplistic, sure, but so neat and put together like it just walked out of a pottery barn catalog — and just as lived in, which is to say not. makes walking through it with shoes on feel almost blasphemous, but qi fang doesn't seem to care at all as he walks straight towards the kitchen to fish out two bottles of gaterade from the fridge then pivot towards the stairs.

his room hangs left at the landing, and at least in there there seems to be a bit more life. it doesn't scream it like reki's does, but there are a couple of photos tacked onto corkboards and taped to mirrors — mostly of qi fang and his friends, but also a handful of some random objects one would find walking down the street: graffiti, litter, a broken bottle, a lost glove.

he takes a rough swig of his drink before plopping down on his bed. and then it hits him. ]

Ah shit I left my clothes at your place.

[ yeah, reki's never been in a place like this before. he's not sure what to do in a home without centuries of dirt and crumbs worked into the grout, without floorboards worn down to the grain under heavy, lively traffic and walls that aren't mismatched, pocked, and graffitied with the ancient crayon etchings of his youth. take off his fucking shoes anyway, that seems like a good start, scared he's going to leave footprints in all this pristine. it feels blasphemous just to even breathe in here.

at least there's plenty to distract him when they make it to qi fang's room. he's shameless about helping himself to a look around, lingering by a corkboard with a brow arched curiously. like, everyone snoops, why be sneaky about it? no way qi fang didn't when he got the chance. ]

It'll be fine.

[ besides, he's stoked to death on this graffiti shot. ]

Dope, is this the overpass down by the pier? I'd recognize this piece anywhere. What a sick shot—you must'a been there early.

Yeah. [ he sits up, unable to hide how his smile widens when reki recognizes the place. makes sense though; he can definitely see that area being a magnet for skaters. ] That was last summer before cram school. I thought the sun made the colors look really sick then.

[ he scrunches his nose a little, displeased now that he looks the photo over again. ]

Took it on an old phone though and the printer just made the quality even shitter, so it's not as impressive.

Oh, huh.

[ reki has to lean in a little closer to see what he's talking about, but for something stuck to a board in a room, it's not the worst. and now he can pick out the faint details around the tag, his brow furrowed in concentration. ]

You ever wanna borrow the printer at the shop, just let me know. Hey, look, this is me.

[ he hovers his finger over the lower left corner of the photo, smirking proudly. ]

Not cool enough to be in frame, but I don't blame you, this is some early work.

[ he pushes off the bed to take a closer look, memory not serving him well enough that he can recall what reki's talking about. he squints at the photo, slinging an arm around reki's shoulders in the process. he can't help but snicker; what are the odds? ]

Don't worry, kid. Keep dreaming and one day you'll make it to the big leagues.

[ "big leagues" being the empty spot on the corkboard that he points to, of course. ]

Aw jeez, mister, you really think I got what it takes?

[ he tilts his head back to just beam up at qi fang, but that's a bad idea. looking at him now makes him chew at his lip and feel warm in that way he's starting to associate exclusively with this guy. there's obvious, and then there's fucking blatant, and reki's fast approaching the border between the two. ]

[ there's a snappy comeback there in the back of his throat, he's sure, but most thought kind of just dissipates when he glances down. their eyes meet, and it's like something out of a cheesy romance novel how suddenly his chest feels so tight. he should really say something, keep up the whit, keep up that banter, but honestly all he wants to do is kiss reki like it's something he's been deprived of for far too long. and, well. his house, his rules right?

the only real warning he gives (if reki is somehow blind and couldn't see the way qi fang had already been eating him with his eyes, that is) is how the hand slung over his shoulder lifts to tilt his jaw further upwards, priming him for the best angle for qi fang to lean down and press their lips together. at that point there's no real use in playing coy, so he doesn't hesitate to maneuver reki over to the wall, pressing up against him for a better angle to deepen that kiss. ]

[ honestly, it's been a long time coming. kind of hard not to feel that way when he wants this all the time suddenly, even though he's still surprised by how right it feels, what a relief it is when qi fang's lips crush his own and his back presses against the wall. turns out that's the perfect spot to wind around someone like you never mean to let them go.

if they're gonna kiss, though, might as well be serious about it. reki's doing his part, grabbing up a fistful of qi fang's hoodie (his hoodie, so he can pull however hard he likes) and demanding he come here, closer still so reki can lick through the seam of his lips with a greedy, indulgent little sound. the fingers in qi fang's hair might be working his hair tie loose—but ignore that, there's more important things to focus on now. ]

[ one of these days qi fang is gonna find out what his hair tie ever did or say to offend reki so, but today is not that day. today is apparently meant for flirting and fucking and finding out cool things about each other, the latter a pleasant but not unwelcome surprise. strange how that in particular somehow enhances the other two — but, again, something else to focus on later when he isn't licking his way back into reki's mouth and sneaking his hands under the hem of that bright yellow hoodie of his. they're pressed close enough they're pretty much flush, with qi fang's thigh comfortably working its way between reki's legs to apply just the right amount of rubbing pressure where he wants him most engaged. one hand works its way up and the other winds its way down, exposing more skin in the process. he gets slightly derailed with the disrobing when he suddenly palms reki's bare ass, stifling a low groan of appreciation against reki's tongue. he squeezes and pulls, coaxing the redhead to rub up against him. he's not exactly in a hurry, but he's in no way dragging his feet here either. ]

[ all that matters is that reki slips that tie free and flicks it across the room, where by the laws of hair tie physics it'll never be found again. then life is so much better, now that he can lift up both his hands and sink his fingers into all those silky curls, pulling just a little whenever qi fang dares to even so much as twitch too far away for his liking. which may be a little bratty, sure, but reki wants what he wants, and right now he wants this.

he breaks up the kiss with a keening moan, his leg winding around qi fang's hip and locking him in close. he's so caught up between plumbing the depths of qi fang's mouth with his thrusting tongue and riding that sweet pressure between his thighs, but his decision's made for him when qi fang's fingers clutch into the meat of his ass and he's got no choice but to rock against them needily, growling low against his lips. ]

[ they've got practically the whole day, so maybe they should pace themselves. but at the rate they've been going, even when they aren't entirely alone... is pacing even possible?

it seems unfathomable in this current moment, when reki is making those noises, moving his hips like he is. qi fang has to hunch a little lower just to be able to angle his head to nip at reki's lower lip, sucking and biting like he's trying to swallow down those eager little growls. still, he makes sure to keep their cores connected, to keep a hand under the thigh wrapped around his hip and the other groping away at flesh that melts and moulds to his whims. ]

This fucking ass.

[ now it's qi fang's turn to growl, to rock forward and rut his growing hardness against reki's hip. it's but one of the many things he's finding so much delight in in reki, and were this a different situation he might have taken the time to articulate them all. but reki doesn't want to hear how much he likes his smile or his talent or his humor, so instead qi fang focuses on working the waistands of their pants down, freeing up both their cocks so he can wrap one hand around them both, moaning throatily at the heat and contact. ]

[ what even is pacing? not reki's responsibility, not when he's getting groped in his favorite way by his favorite hands and qi fang's got that voice tuned just the way he likes it, so low it rumbles right through him. that's all it takes to get him rock hard, which would be embarrassing when qi fang's working his pants down, but honestly? who cares. everyone deserves a little appreciation when they're bringing their a game like this.

he's nothing but eager, his spine bending so qi fang has that much more to grab, all that trouble from before seeping right back into the gaze he has fixed on qi fang's face. ]

Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it?

[ all this attitude doesn't last for long, not when qi fang has their cocks gathered up in his grasp and that first thrust he can't stop himself from stealing is just skin on fevered skin. feels so good he doesn't want to stop for anything beyond bowing his head to let a gob of spit trickle between them and add a little glide to the motions of qi fang's hand. then his leg is there to hook him in still closer and they can rub themselves raw on each other for all he cares, as long as it doesn't stop. ]

[ soon the sounds of their heavy breathing mingle in the air, broken up only by the occasional moan or grunt from the torturous twist of qi fang's wrist. he feels pinned by that look in reki's eyes, the one that promises to devour him on the spot if he's a good, bad boy. qi fang, of course, is eager to obey, ready to give him whatever the fuck he wanted for just a second more of that look.

luckily, their priorities align. luckily? reki offers up some spit to help the process along, prompting a low groan from qi fang and a clumsy buck of his hips. he tightens his grip briefly, all but crushing their swollen, sensitive heads together, and then he's right back to that frantic stroking, intent clear. ]

First, I'm gonna make you come by my hand.

[ reki's leg is firm around him, but he aches to get the other boy trembling again. he hasn't nearly seen that sight enough, of reki rendered a sated, whimpering mess. ]

Then I'm gonna take you to bed and eat you out till you're begging for my dick.

[ voice a low, dirty growl of a promise. he's lowered his head now that their lips are centimeters away from each other. breathing the same air, ghosting kisses every time his mouth moves to speak.

this time his tone is light, conversational. ]

Then I was thinking I'd order us some lunch.

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LOL REKI

😙🎶

he's the worst

throw him in the trash

no he's my baby!

trashbabies belong in the trash

i won't stand for this slander

and the trash is here....surprise

how dare you

welcome 2 trash kingdom

stop let reki be pure 2021

nobody wants that

least of all reki

he can't deny his trashbaby nature

idk this trashbaby's looking pretty trashadulty rn...

😥 they grow up so fast

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