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. ]
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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You, uh... Gotta help me out here, man. Are we good?
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Yeah.
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for now, qi fang will just opt for staying like this, holding reki and rubbing his back until he can feel the other boy's breathing start to calm. ]
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finally, he tips his head a little to take a breath of fresh air. ]
You don't want this to end?
[ whatever 'this' is. reki doesn't care so much about the what as much as he does the prospective losing of it. ]
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of recognizing that cold feeling in his chest after his stupid foot-in-mouth comment that he could actually lose this, lose reki, as the fear that it is. ]
No. Not even close.
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he might actually have to accept that this guy really does like him. it's a start, anyway, something to sigh softly about as he winds his arms around qi fang's chest, butting his head against him until they topple over and he's giggling about how fucking dumb all this is. ]
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Gonna take this to mean you don't wanna end this either.
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[ nevermind. he doesn't want to think about what he thought. he wants to hear more of that laughter and luxuriate in all this warm skin that isn't going anywhere after all. ]
Nah, you're stuck with me now. Not even sorry.
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Yeah?
[ he wraps his arms and legs around reki, trapping him in an unforgiving embrace. ]
Good. You got me all addicted to you, so you better take responsibility.
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I gave you two whole days, you freaking fiend, [ he laughs, nipping at qi fang's jaw. ] What more do you want from me?
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[ with the tension evaporating like mist, qi fang finds it easier to breathe in — even with reki nestled right on top of his chest. sure, there are still some things to possibly iron out (they've settled on what they aren't, but now that leaves the question of what they are) but he thinks they've earned a bit of reprieve for now. one big talk at a time, right? qi fang knows his heart would definitely appreciate it. ]
After that... I dunno. World's our oyster, I guess.
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[ reki's not setting the bar high here, not yet. but it's already been good, more than he'd ever hoped for when this all kicked off. if all that ever comes from it is days like this—sans the mental breakdown—he wouldn't complain.
maybe. he tucks his nose under qi fang's chin, just breathing in this space he's absolutely allowed to inhabit now. he thinks. ]
Maybe if you play your cards right we'll even go to McDonald's one day.
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but all things in good time.
right now they've earned this hazy little afterglow — maybe not from a physical release, but a release nonetheless. ]
Yeah, what the fuck. Two whole days and not a nugget in sight. Gimme my notes back, you punk.
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kind of. occurs to him now what a flimsy excuse all that was. like he knows his end of it, but it makes him smile to think qi fang was doing the same. ]
Might have to turn my room upside down, though. Actually—we might have banged on 'em at some point.
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My poor notes... They didn't deserve that. But I guess I could let you hold onto them... since I like you and all.
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Mm... What? Say that last part again?
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I like you, you brat.
[ he folds his hands over the small of reki's back, only lightly pinching. ]
Want me to record a message for you and everything?
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[ what a gracious offer. for that, qi fang earns himself a kiss, one that's sweet and joyful and far too fleeting. it's just that reki has to pick himself back up and look over his handsome face and demand, ] Again.
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I like you.
[ he has to shake his head a little, unable to resist the urge to tease. ]
You keep being this cute I'm not gonna know what to do.
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Mhm-hm. I see your problem.
[ idly, he twists a lock of qi fang's hair around his finger, realizing with a thrill that he just. gets to do this. as much as he wants now. it's hard to even pretend at being thoughtful when he's so busy reveling, but his answer is such bullshit no one would ever be fooled anyway. ]
You'll just have to like me more.
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I can see that happening.
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it's fine, qi fang can win this round—mostly because reki can't stop kissing him now that he's begun in earnest, hooked on the heat between them and the curious way qi fang tastes even better now that he's all reki's. honestly, best L he's ever taken. ]