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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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.

[ yeah, reki's on board with all of that, even if the offer to eat him out again has him moaning low like he's just suffered a blow to the gut. it's practically the same thing; he remembers all too well that hot, twisting tongue digging inside him and echoes of that sensation resound right through the cock jerking in qi fang's grasp.

thank god he has something to snicker about, because he surely would have lost it otherwise. the change of tone makes him wind his arms around qi fang a little tighter, luxuriating in this brave new world they're pioneering where things can be comfortable and fun and fucking filthy. ]

Just like this?

[ it's so good, panting against qi fang's lips, pressing soft kisses between every needy little gasp and whimper. somehow, it adds to it, gets him higher and so much more hungry for it, his hips rocking roughly with every twist of qi fang's wrist. ]

Want me to come all over your dick?

Yeah, [ comes qi fang's strangled grunt, steadily losing the calm he'd mustered up just then. reki's way too sexy like this, far too dangerous. he's grinning and moving like he's in his element, in a similar but also completely different way than when he'd been on that board. like he's free, almost unhinged, and just like then it's exhilarating to witness. it's addicting to be a part of it.

feeling cruel and impatient, qi fang curls his index finger to rub and press over the sensitive head of reki's cock, coaxing more pearly precome to gather and spread. he keeps looking down between each little kiss, enthralled by the sight of his hand so full. ]

Your dick's so fucking pretty, baby. Just like the rest of you.

[ his free hand slips up to curl around reki's neck, holding him to the wall while qi fang's eyes burn this image of him into the back of his mind. ]

C'mon and come for me, I wanna taste you already.

[ what's really exhilarating, reki thinks, is how precisely qi fang knows to touch him. his fingers find all the places he'd be begging for him to go if he wasn't already there, unraveling him like he's been doing this for years instead of days. there's no playing coy; qi fang's going to make him come, pinned up against a wall while his gaze drinks him in, and there's just nothing he can do about it but gasp his name. ]

Qi Fang...

[ he probably doesn't look too pretty anymore, huffing and squirming beneath qi fang's grasp, but there's nothing he can do about it. his stomach's already hollowing, his thighs shaking with the force of the release that's coming, grounded only by the fingers around his throat. which he's plenty thankful for when his climax hits and blacks out his vision, reducing his whole world to nothing but the almost painful pulsing of his dick.

and it doesn't stop; it feels like one of those nuts that'll last forever, trapping him in that cycle of wild, desperate keening and satisfied little growls over and over again. at least by the end of it, he's halfway lucid, enough to remember that qi fang wanted a taste. why not be sweetly appreciative of all his hard work and run his trembling fingers through the absolute mess he's made, lifting them up to qi fang's mouth for just that. ]

[ hearing his name on reki's tongue like that fills him with a strange surge of emotions; how is it possible to feel so powerful yet so weak at the same time? those eyes on him, the way that body is reacting to him, qi fang feels like he can do anything. but at the same time he feels so drawn to the boy in front of him he feels like he can't even breathe without getting reki's say-so.

he's still so caught up in the sight of reki giving into his bliss that he almost doesn't catch the fingers rising up to his mouth. a bump on his lips is all it takes to have them parting eagerly though, followed quickly by a loan moan as he sucks those fingers in as deep as they'll go. his tongue curls around and in between each digit, sucking and licking them clean while he keeps his intense gaze on the other, pinning him against the wall where his hands can't. ]

Delicious, [ he hums, the sound rumbling in his chest. he loosens his hold around their dicks, relieved for the reprieve and the chance to breathe. finishing himself off would be a perk, but not his main concern at the moment. he's already pawing at reki's hoodie, dragging it up and over his head. ]

I need you naked on that bed right now.

[ thank god his vision clears just in time for him to watch qi fang swallow down his fingers. he's still shuddering, but for a new reason this time, rendered practically frozen by the sensuous display before him, by the heavy weight of qi fang's gaze.

he's so quiet until qi fang says that, and then he's groaning helplessly all over again, fevered and flushed as if he didn't just come all over the both of them. it's a jolting kind of desire, like touching a fresh, raw wound, but it doesn't keep reki from helping qi fang undress him the rest of the way.

what was the plan again? his mind is reeling too hard to think of any one thing. it's all just qi fang's hands and tongue and heavily-lidded eyes compelling him down on to the bed, up on his knees, bending his back and lifting his ass like he's presenting a prize. he knows qi fang likes it when he spreads himself apart, so he does that too, leaning heavy on his cheek, trying to catch his breath even though he's well-aware it's not going to happen.

not if qi fang keeps looking at him like that. ]

Is this how you want me?

[ it's suddenly tough not to sound a little vulnerable; he wants to do this right, wants the intensity in that gaze to never dim. ]

[ the sound qi fang makes when reki bends over and presents himself like that is... inhuman. ]

Fuck... Yeah, baby, that's good.

[ it didn't even matter now if qi fang had anything else in mind — the vision reki provides for him right now is instantly a thousand times better. he momentarily forgets his own disrobing in favor of kneeling down on the bed to rub his hands over the swell of that ass and lean down to stifle a loud moan right in between those cheeks. he drags his tongue over that puckered entrance once, then twice, then once more for good luck before he had to forcibly drag himself away. two seconds and those hoodie and shorts are gone and he's right back there behind reki, marveling at the gift he's just been given.

his cock strains, swollen and red, reminding him he has yet to come. he can't resist the urge to grip at its base and slap its fat head against the curve of reki's ass a few times, watching the skin there ripple and flush pink. how badly he wishes he could just shove himself in and fuck reki till he's crying out his name but he knows if he waits just a little longer, it will just be that much sweeter.

it's not like he doesn't enjoy the alternative anyway. he's leaning right back down, helping reki spread himself open while his tongue resumes its work making a mess of the trail between reki's sensitive parts. he groans again, the sound vibrating there, punctuated by an eager tongue working that ring of muscle loose. ]

[ it's pretty much impossible to hide the way reki perks up at the praise. he's all but humming under the skin with latent energy and anticipation by the time qi fang settles down on the bed behind him, trying his hardest not to fuck up his posture and give in to the urge to steal a peek. but he wants to, wants so badly to see how qi fang is looking at him right now.

must be good, considering qi fang wastes no time diving right in. reki's left squirming and whining in the aftermath, trying with all he's got to stay still, so sure that he knows what's coming that it's an entire shock to his senses when he's wrong. ]

Oh fuck!

[ he knows exactly what qi fang's hitting him with and it's the thing that breaks him, gets him moving and straining and moaning low in his throat. there's something about it that's so dirty and possessive and he'd beg for more of it if he could articulate anything right now. but no, that's so far beyond him at this point; the only thing he can do is claw at the bedsheets and make wild noises in the pit of his throat as qi fang rumbles right through his most vulnerable parts, writhing as his tongue undoes all that clenching tension he's created. ]

[ tucked away in his second floor bedroom, there's absolutely no one that could possibly hear all the filthy sounds they're making right now. with his parents busy at work they're free to get as loud and as filthy as they want, so qi fang has absolutely no reservations in fucking reki open with his tongue, in holding those hips hard enough to bruise just so they would stay still long enough for him to drag his teeth over plump flesh every time he needed to come up for air. ]

Tell me what you want, [ he pants against reki's skin, dragging his tongue flat along the boy's perineum. his plan had been to hold out, but he misjudged how badly his own desires would overtake him. it's taking every ounce of his restraint not to just bury himself deep right now. ] C'mon, nobody's gonna hear you but me.

[ qi fang's turning him into a writhing, sobbing mess. reki really has no idea what to do with things he can't control; he can't fuck himself back on a lick, can't clench around it, can't do much of anything but let qi fang do whatever the fuck he wants and let every new sensation be a complete surprise. it's such a fucking turn on because he's so helpless, feeling his hips bruise in qi fang's grasp and his hole savaged by something so wet and fluid, but it also drives him completely out of his mind.

he's glad for the break, even if all he does is shiver through it, trying to remember how to string together a fucking sentence. qi fang's asking him a question, and he knows what the answer is, but he's still stuck on something else. ]

Hit me.

[ that's vague, but it's intentional. there's direction, anyway, in the way he fixes his posture, lifting his ass up even higher. ]

Please. It feels so fucking good when you do it.

[ dizzy as he is with his own lust, it doesn't really click in qi fang's brain what exactly reki could mean. but when it does? oh man. ]

Fuck.

[ he sounds almost pained, the way the word just wrenches out of his grit teeth like someone had reached down his throat and tore it right out of him. he muffles a sound against reki's ass, bears down another sharp bite that'll surely leave a mark, and then he's shuffling back onto his knees, taking in a shaky breath once he gets a hand wrapped around his cock again.

he watches, transfixed, each time his cock collides against the soft flesh of reki's ass. once, twice, five times doesn't feel like enough. he starts to alternate slapping that ass with his dick, to spanking it with his hand, to pressing his cockhead right up against the ring of his hole just enough to force it around his girth just to slip it right back out again. lather, rinse, repeat. ]

Shit... you're so sexy...

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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