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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[ 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...

[ this one's on reki, really. he didn't know that asking for it meant that qi fang would give him everything he could possibly want. it's shaking him right off balance, every impact just as sweet as the next, whether it's his cock or his hand. thank god they're in this empty house; there's really no way to stifle these wild, throaty groans that qi fang's beating out of him, turning sharp and loud when he feels teeth.

he's sagging on his knees again, so caught up in what qi fang's doing that his posture has slipped. he lifts his hips and feels qi fang press his cock up against his hole, raw and bare, and it's hard to keep himself up all over again, his heart thundering in his chest, his dick throbbing like a hammered thumb. ]

Oh fuck, oh fuck—

[ it's a weird thing, to be grateful that he trusts a person, to trust anyone in the first place. in this state, he knows he'd let qi fang do it if he wanted, but he also knows that he wouldn't hurt reki like that, and sure enough, that brilliant pressure falls away. this guy deserves the world, at the very fucking least, but reki starts with a smaller offer: ]

Now my mouth. Please.

[ curse the human body for its physical limitations. curse the fact qi fang can't be everywhere and give everything all at once. the strength that he'd had in restraining, in keeping up the assault on reki's ass that's got it speckled with pink and reds, it all but crumbles away the moment reki makes another request. qi fang shudders once, enough to reach the tips of his toes, and then he's falling back on his ass, legs giving out from under him. ]

C'mere.

[ his voice is rough, hoarse like he'd been the one crying out just moments ago. he's still got his cock gripped tight in his fist, so hard it's nearly purple, downright painful. the moment reki makes a move towards him he's going to be reaching for a fistful of that brilliant red hair, guiding his head down to offer his cock some much-needed relief.

truthfully, it won't take him long at all, not with that mouth on him, feeling the pressure of wet heat and a throat. a few bucks of his hips, a few pumps of that mouth — qi fang will come with a loud moan that rings in his ears, tossing his head back so far he falls completely backwards on the bed, nearly hanging off of it. ]

[ poor baby. reki's been selfish with his attention but it's hard not to be indulgent when everything qi fang does is so perfect. at least like this, he's willing to do anything. sure, it doesn't take much, but he's sure to choke himself on qi fang's cock the moment he's got a hand fisted in his hair, diving into his lap with long, luxurious thrusts into his throat. he loves this and always has, but qi fang deserves even better than that.

he moans in appreciation for the load that shoots down his throat, suckling until qi fang's spent, and then licking for long after that. let him spend those blissful moments after release deep in the silky heat of his mouth, reki's tongue right there to curl around his cock and ride right up and down the shaft. he only lets him go to wet him down more, licking the tension out of his balls before he's back to idly stroking his cock again with long drags of his tongue, humming in satisfaction all the while. ]

[ who's being selfish? things certainly don't feel imbalanced right now, not when qi fang's literally seeing bursts of light behind his eyelids. he's panting like he's just run a marathon, but one would think from how hard he's come he'd have softened but no. reki hasn't given him or his dick a chance to breathe; it twitches in interest against reki's masterful licking, but while the body is willing the spirit needs a second or two to get back around to proper thinking.

hissing, his hips give a reflexive buck up into that tongue, but a wild hand comes up to grasp at reki's arm, squeeze. he's so oversensitive he feels like he's going to burst at the seams. ]

Fuck — h-hang on, I... Lemme breathe...

[ reki still doesn't understand this whole "quitting" thing, but fine. one more devious little lick and he's moving on, trailing kisses up qi fang's belly and across his sides, holding out a hand for him to reel himself off the edge of the bed with. ]

Can you blame me after that?

[ if starry eyes were a real life thing, reki'd have galaxies in his gaze. here he'd thought all his sexual awakenings were conscious and accounted for, but no. it turns out his biggest kink of all is whatever the fuck is happening here.

it might seem sweet, him retrieving that drink the second qi fang isn't in danger of sliding off the bed, but don't be fooled. ]

Here.

[ he still feels a little woozy sitting back up, but that could have something more to do with the fact he did it way too quickly. his body's figuring itself out, but everything seems pretty much accounted for, so for all intents and purposes he's actually not that bad off.

still, he'll be a little cautious here, just in case he accidentally makes himself pass out. the drink is a welcome boon and distraction, and he doesn't hesitate to guzzle down what he can before offering it back to reki. ]

You're a real workout, y'know?

[ maybe his mind isn't in proper working order yet but he swears that's meant to be a compliment. he'll grin, reaching for reki to tug him closer. ]

[ yeah, reki's thinking he'll take it as one. set aside the fact that it's been almost 48 hours of this non-stop and it seems like one. honestly, reki should just be happy that he hasn't killed him yet.

he lifts the drink to his lips, but—oh. he's getting pulled closer. not entirely sure what qi fang wants him to do here when he's not allowed back on his dick yet, reki improvises and presses sports drink-flavored kisses everywhere he can reach. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised your dick isn't shooting smoke by now. That's pretty epic, dude.

[ yeah... yeah. he's also pretty surprised his dick hasn't just fallen right off, but. he'd rather not jinx himself just in case the universe remembers he can't have nice things. ]

And what, this is just a regular day for you?

[ then again, maybe he doesn't really want to know if reki's used to all this marathon sex...

fortunately there's a suitable distraction in the form of gaterade-flavored kisses. he hadn't really had a plan when he reached out for reki, short of cuddling him close, but he realizes belatedly that that's a bit too intimate. making out seems a suitable compromise, so he opts for that. ]

[ he kind of set himself up for that question. but that still doesn't wipe the sour look off his face when qi fang asks it, nor does it stop him from flinching away when qi fang leans in. ]

No.

[ really, he has nothing to be mad about. he's literally whoring around right this very second. really, he should have opted for the make-out session too, because aside from that, he's really got nothing to argue and no reason to prove anything. he doesn't even have a good excuse to be mad at the implication. if anyone else said it, he'd probably take it in stride. for some reason, it's only infuriating in this exact context.

he glumly nurses another sip off that gatorade, glaring balefully at that corkboard instead. ]

[ oof, strike one. and what a strike it is. to be honest, qi fang's surprised they've lasted this long without him somehow stuffing his entire foot into his mouth, but he supposes potency makes up for speed in this case. seems just right he'd land himself in the doghouse, half-hard and naked on his bed with a cute boy nestled between his legs.

he lowers his hands and opts for just settling them on the small of reki's back and one of his thighs, giving him the option to slip away should he want to. ]

Sorry... I didn't mean it like that.

[ like, sure. would it have bothered him if the answer with an affirmative? yeah. but not for the reason reki might think; it's not judgment that fuels it, but jealousy. but that's a stupid feeling to have too. ]

Stop. You don't have to apologize.

[ maybe this is a little bit qi fang's fault. the people who say that kind of shit to him don't apologize or reach out like this. he's got reki all fucked up on mixed signals. but then he's been playing his part too, thinking back, and there's really no seeing them both as anything but absolutely complicit.

so once again, he lands on the fact that this is all his fault for getting in his feelings in the first place. might as well just fucking get over it and move on. ]

It's fine. Here.

[ take this fucking demon potion off his hands. maybe he's reasoned out his own bullshit but he's still going to hate the taste of Gatorade forever. ]

[ qi fang takes the drink, but only to set it aside with a shake of his head. ]

No, that was fucked up of me to say.

[ regardless how reki's said or done, he's got no business or right to be throwing that kind of shit out there. of course, now he's not really sure what he can do or say to make this any better. should he even be trying to? maybe this is all just inevitable, a long time coming, a swift and efficient way to end this like it should have much earlier. ]

It's cool if you wanna go or... I dunno, stay and have lunch at least. I promised you that much.

[ reki rolls his eyes. ]

Dude, it's fine. It's not like you're putting anything out there that I don't deserve.

[ like, that's the whole pretense of this, right? reki's his secret slutty little booty call and that was fine for them the past few days. he thinks. it's hard to separate the things he's probably wrong about from the reality of the situation anymore. he can't fault this guy for that. ]

You want me to go, I'll go.

[ reki's words, the way he says it — there's a lot there that qi fang decides he doesn't like, but he's too muddled up now to know why or what to do with it. instead he shakes his head again, frowning deeper. ]

Look, it's not my business. We were having fun and I ruined it by being a jackass. Just call it like it is.

[ he runs a hand over his face, through his hair. hard to believe just minutes ago they'd both been in the throes
of pure bliss. ]

I don't want you to go but I'm not gonna make you stay.

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[ maybe he should just leave. reki's made things way weirder than they ever had to be and it's awkward now. no salvaging this, right? it's not like he didn't know some kind of end was coming for them quick.

just sucks it has to be this kind of ending. reki's not sure that he wants to leave it off like this. the offer of food doesn't interest him as much as putting something between this and a return to normalcy. and he's really only got the one gear that's appropriate, so. ]

Let's just forget about it.

[ he slides his hands over qi fang's thighs, leaning in nice and slow. ]

Go back to the fun part.

[ yeah, qi fang hates this. things had been going so well, practically perfect, and he had to go and open his big fat mouth. sure, it was inevitable, but he can't help but feel it's too soon, too swift. probably, for both of their own good, it'd be best to just let bygones be bygones and let this fizzle out like it was always meant to.

but then reki doesn't go. reki stays, leans in, touches him again. and qi fang is weak, and selfish, and soon he's leaning in too, wordlessly giving into something they definitely should have cast aside.

he doesn't know what to say, so instead he pours it into the kiss he presses against reki's mouth. it's slow, but no less passionate, one hand slipping up to curl around and cradle the back of reki's head. he's sorry, but more than that he still wants this, and not just this part, but the other stuff too, the laughing and the flirting and the playing, so so much. ]

[ that's good, at least. maybe they've forgotten how to talk to each other, but they sure as hell haven't forgotten how to kiss. it's so easy to let himself get swept away in it, and that's exactly what he needs. selfishly, probably, but the alternative is a fucking nightmare. this, despite everything, still feels right.

his hands wander, but it's a little slower than usual, a bit more measured. like he's trying to memorize something that he'll soon have a reason to forget. anyway, it's better to go slow, to ease them back in, slowly rubbing circles into qi fang's hips as he tries to draw his attention back to better things.

and then, he tells himself, he'll leave. it'll be easier then. and make way more sense. just a little while longer won't hurt anyone. ]

[ it's harder now to switch on that autopilot, to let his body and desires take over like they've done so easily in the past. his mind can't help the storm of thoughts swirling around, clouding his senses, flooding his movements with hesitation and doubt, but he does his best to push past it all, to make this simply be what it was always supposed to be: just two bodies enjoying each other. nothing more, nothing less.

still, there is an unspoken tenderness to the way he cradles reki's head as he starts to lean back, pulling the other boy down with him on the bed. the softest of touches that ghost over reki's cheek, down his neck, his shoulders. gripping his arm, pulling him closer still so their chests touch, and qi fang can slide a palm down the curve of reki's spine, following the swell of a perky ass. he squeezes, filling the gesture with passion, coaxes their hips to align in an effort to overwhelm the both of them with sensation. he tries not to think about the way reki tastes so good on his tongue, how their lips fit so perfectly together every time they kiss. ]

[ it's difficult to remember why he was ever upset at all when qi fang is touching him like this, but reki's sober enough now to recognize how dangerous that is. how swiftly he'd fallen into a rhythm that could only really ever be destined to break, this exact rhythm, in fact, that he needs to break himself.

he slides his hands under qi fang's shoulders and grasps him tight. it's the leverage he needs to grind into him roughly once their bodies are aligned, and with no one else in the house, there's no need to worry about the way the bed creaks with the force of his slow-rocking hips. there's passion in it too, just in a different key, a desperate, dying note of it in the way he violently seizes qi fang's lips for a searing kiss, his tongue thrusting in time with the clashing of their bodies. ]

[ in the midst of the passion, the carnally driven movements, qi fang is acutely aware that this time around there is a different flavor here, a different hue in the way their bodies grasp and cling at each other. it feels all too final, all too much like a goodbye and he thinks — no, that's right, this is how it should be, this is how it must be — but at the same time he feels something hollow out in his chest. something stupid like hope wither and shy away.

well fuck, he thinks. fuck.

this is how it should be, yes, but if this is it, if this is all, qi fang wants to make it count. there's still so much of reki's body he's yet to explore, to memorize, and if this is his only chance at it he's not going to let it go to waste.

it's easy enough to roll their bodies over, to get reki cushioned against his mattress and pillows before he slowly starts to work his way down the length of reki's body. he works slow, kissing and licking down reki's jaw, his neck. he takes his time on that chest, knowing how sensitive those nipples can be. he works one with his hand, the other occupied with his teeth and tongue. he switches, he worships, but most of all he watches reki the entire time, even hesitant to blink in case he misses anything. ]

[ on his back is probably the worst place for him to be right now. it's too idle; if he was in any other mood, he'd whine or squirm. right now, all he can bring himself to do is tip back his head and let the ceiling soak up the breathy sounds he's making.

with nothing but white in his view, it's far easier to dwell on that encroaching sense of loss, retreat into his own head where feeling is null except for the bitter sting of regret. it doesn't make any sense to be this sad over losing something that wasn't his to begin with, but it already feels so lonely.

stupid. he forces himself to look back down, where he finds qi fang watching him. it's like flipping a switch, sensation returning to his deadened nerves and catching him off guard with a choked sob. his chest swells beneath qi fang's mouth, begging for more, fingers catching in his hair to keep him there. ]

Please... Don't stop...

[ maybe he means it on a deeper level than just this, sounding a little too ragged and desperate for how far they've gotten. reki's got no idea; he's done thinking, moved on to looking into qi fang's eyes for as long as they stay on him. ]

[ the second their eyes meet, it's like an anchor drops down deep in his gut, grounding and steadying him through the currents. it's a storm all around him, threatening to whip his thoughts up in a flurry, but there in reki's eyes he's able to hold still and take in the calm.

he keeps hold of that gaze as long as he can. unblinking as he curls his tongue around a pert nipple, as his teeth bear down just hard enough to get that breath hitching. lower and lower still he goes, leaving trails of red marks in his wake. he doesn't want to stop, never planned to, but the plea in reki's voice is like a bolt of lightning in his veins. it charges him, makes him want to do even more, longer. there's an urgency to the movement of his tongue, like if he were to take his lips off him for a second he'd somehow vanish right out from under him.

lower and lower and lower, then he's at a hip, kissing a trail from one side to the other. he gets his lips on reki's cock first, a sweet and gentle kiss. then he's tracing the length with his tongue, getting him slick again so his mouth can slip over him much easier. ]

[ no matter how much he wants to let his eyes slip shut and just feel, reki persists, trailing qi fang in his descent, mournfully eyeing the marks he leaves in his wake. there'll be others, so many more, that will outlast him, his touch lingering even when he's moved on from this. it almost makes him angry, realizing he has scars from men whose names he can't even remember, but these marks will remain as impermanent as their brief affair.

if only there was a way to leave a brand with the sweetness qi fang has always showed him. now would be the perfect time for it; reki wouldn't mind being seared by the almost reverent way qi fang is handling him, the soft press of his lips so sweet that it leaves reki shuddering, unable to lay back any longer.

it's much better when he pushes himself up, when he can get his hands in qi fang's hair and brush it away from his face. there's so much to touch to keep his mind from drifting, his fingers tracing the working muscles of his jaw, palm sliding up and down his back as his soft moans and heavy panting fill the quiet of the space. ]

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