rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ now that they're face to face, qi fang's better able to really survey the damage on the other boy. anyone with eyes can tell nobody gets those kind of injuries from just tripping, but as far as qi fang knows he hadn't heard of any muggings in their neighborhood the night before. he's curious, and concerned, especially when he realizes this isn't the first time he can recall seeing reki show up to school in bandages... but reki doesn't seem eager to talk. at least not about that.

so, briskly, he answers, ] You could suck me off again.

[ there's a full second where he just lets those words marinate, but then he's grinning and plopping down beside reki, chainlink clinking noisily under his weight. ]

Kidding. It's probably not a good idea to get in the habit of trading sexual favors. Pretty sure it'll eventually dampen the mood.

[ he tears into the wrapping of his rice ball and takes a bite large enough to decimate half of it. ]

Let's see... Since you already owe me nuggets and breakfast, you might as well throw in dinner to round it all off.

[ and he thought his face was red before. his eyes shift, quickly surveying the students gathered into clusters all around them, but they're all still talking and laughing just the same as they were before qi fang dropped that smooth bomb in his lap. no, he's going to have to sweat this one out to the death alone.

he does hang on that phrasing, though. eventually dampen the mood. like maybe that blowjob isn't entirely off the table. ]

Guess you've got a point.

[ right, but now what excuse is he going to use to get more of it? honesty seems like a minefield right now. admitting you kind of miss the taste of somebody is pretty lame. but it's hard to miss the way his tongue flicks over his lips involuntarily when he thinks about it, even though that might just be because he's pondering his first bite of the riceball clutched awkwardly in his bandaged hand. ]

Still got your heart set on McDonald's?

[ out of the corner of qi fang's eyes he can see how flushed the other boy gets, and he can't help the self-satisfied smirk that graces his lips as a result of it. for as brazen as reki had been, spilling all kinds of filth out of his mouth the night before, it's a little amusing to see him suddenly so shy now that they aren't alone. his rice ball is finished in two other bites, and though he's clearly sitting there to chat with reki, his gaze would occasionally settle on the other students loitering around. he knows a good number of them, if only casually, and every now and then they'll wave and he'll wave back. if anyone of them happen to think the pair an odd combination, nobody indicates it. ]

I'd probably get sick of it in succession like that, so you have my permission to surprise me.

[ but now he turns his attention to reki, letting his head tip back against the chain as he looks him over. definitely notes the wetness of his lips. ]

[ look at mr. popular over here. by the second wave, reki's slumping down the fence, pulling his hood further over his eyes. the last thing he needs is for someone to see him sitting around with a member of the basketball team blushing—or worse, qi fang getting the brunt of it and snubbing him for the trouble. much as he's really tapped out of the whole idea of having a normal social life, it's a grating hell to think he might be infringing on someone else's.

just like that, though, qi fang's gaze is back on him and he's burning up all over again. with a quiet mumble, he takes a bite and holds out his good hand to tick off his fingers. ]

So you want breakfast, lunch, and dinner, in succession.

[ that's three fingers, in case either of them are struggling with math this semester. ]

When're we doing all this?

When you put it like that, that's a whole day, isn't it? I don't really have entire days free anymore, so why don't we spread it out?

[ it's not a lie, but it's not exactly the whole truth. his sundays are usually eventless, especially given he doesn't currently have a part-time job right now, but there's a dogged greediness brewing inside him that makes him want to drag this on as much as possible. crummy as it feels to feel like you're essentially blackmailing someone into spending time with you, qi fang knows it would feel infinitely crummier to just let this thing go.

which is definitely a sharp 180 from where his mind had been made up just the other night. maybe it's the way reki seems to curl in on himself every time qi fang's attention drifts to someone else, or a pair of eyes flick over to survey them. he's not insecure enough to think reki's embarrassed to be seen with him, and so it definitely makes him wonder just what exactly his issue is. fueled by morbid curiosity. ]

That's pretty doable, right?

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[ well now. this is a new problem. how the hell is he not supposed to sound absolutely fucking stoked out of his mind at the possibility of up to three extra days of one-on-one time? it's especially intriguing now that they're here in the too-loud reality of school, sobering reki up to the fact that qi fang's pretty high in demand. or at least, that's what all those smiles shot his way mean to him.

fuck. wasn't he just in a bad mood? he's not ready to smile like his flickering frown is threatening to do. he fully planned to mope over his loss all day and then bitch about it to his manager later, but now he barely fucking cares at all. he's much more interested in mentally drafting a text to that same manager begging him for a brief reprieve while he rests his injured arm. oka will know he's lying, but whatever. ]

Tonight's my only night off, so if you wanna knock out dinner, that's your chance.

[ this is kind of technically the second time he's asked qi fang out, and it's still just as nerve-wracking. ]

I'm sure that's not enough notice though. I could talk to my manager about next week, maybe.

[ but is it really reki asking qi fang out or qi fang coercing him into spending time with him? little of column a, little of column b, the point is they're both getting something they want out of this. even if neither of them are really sure what it is they want, exactly.

...aside, you know. from the carnally obvious.

but even that's up in the air, isn't it? school rooftop surrounded by your peers isn't exactly the best place to negotiate such terms, or go over the offerings on the table. not without some embarrassing blushes, at least. it's a delicate line they're walking right now, and qi fang can't say he's ever had to do it before. ]

Tonight works.

[ he draws a knee up, propping an arm over it. there's a smirk biting at the edges of his otherwise disarming smile. ]

I feel like I disrespected your manager enough the other day that I don't wanna be the reason he has to shift the schedule around.

[ this whole situation is making absolute skeeves out of them both, but reki couldn't give a fuck. he didn't say no. other than that, what does he care if they both lie and play each other until they're blue in the face? as long as it's not his heart on the line to get shattered, everything else is fair game.

and yeah, he's thinking about that too. and about how many people there are on this rooftop, a situation he never likes under any condition that isn't no-holds barred skateboard battles. most of all, though, he's thinking about qi fang's original offer, especially now that he's being personally victimized by that almost-smirk. joking or not, it's sticking around, and this time, he isn't quite as covert about licking his lips. sure, he looks like shit, but...

maybe it's time for a little test. just to keep all these underhanded tactics going. anyway, he's too insecure to come up with a better plan. ]

Sounds good to me. [ he says, stretching out his arms above his head, slowly getting to his feet. ] Well. I gotta hit the head. Thanks for lunch.

[ qi fang is watching reki close enough that he sees when that tongue darts out to re-wet those lips, at a pace far too slow to not be deliberate. his brows lower slightly, a question he can't really say out loud hanging on the tip of his tongue, but the next second reki is getting up to his feet, shattering what delicate tension had been building between them.

or does it? ]

Alright... I'll see you around?

[ he's watching reki again. closer now that there can be no mistake his question is asking something else, something neither of them can voice right now. his eyes flicker down, briefly, back to those lips. then he's meeting reki's eyes again, a brow quirking in his search for confirmation.

he's not looking to be a creep here, following some boy he fucked the night before into the bathroom like he's some dog in heat... not unless reki wants him to. ]

[ right. there's that rush again, that surge of potent, powerful energy that he'd gorged himself on last night. he's not ready for it, at least like 95% sure that qi fang's just going to casually wave him off and go back to his friends, but that's not what happens.

instead, he's giving reki the most exciting look he's ever received. impossible to miss the way he's eyeing up his lips too when reki's gazing at him right back, which is perfect; there's nothing reki wants more in the world right now than to grab a handful of that hair and drag him into a kiss. if only they had a place to go and do that.

he flashes a twisted little smirk and gives one of qi fang's sneakers a playful kick of his own. ]

Hope so.

[ if there's a little more sway in his walk when he makes his way across the roof, it's not even intentional. it's just the mood he's in now, ruminating on last night. qi fang called him sexy. and if he managed to get his message across in spite of them being surrounded by their peers, he certainly fucking feels that way now. ]

[ well. well. qi fang is admittedly a little speechless as he watches reki walk away — and not just because he's at the perfect vantage point to stare right at that ass. there's absolutely no way to misconstrue those words, that look. even when the more sensible part of him keeps trying to.

there's a lump in his throat again that he has to work a little harder to swallow down, because this isn't just some illicit meeting in the dark and quiet of a closed down store. this is in broad daylight, in the middle of a school day, at school, during a high traffic period. it's riskier than risky, it's downright stupid.

reki vanishes down the stairwell and qi fang is suddenly on his feet. his hands twitch at his sides, limbs alive with that same electric current that had him rushing to the convenience store right before the skate shop. stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid, his mind keeps screaming at him, echoing out every step he takes off the rooftop, towards the boy's bathroom.

what was it he'd called it earlier? morbid curiosity? what a laugh. but he's way too busy feeling incredibly horny and thrilled to even pause to laugh at himself. ]

[ reki's done a lot of stupid shit. in fact, the majority of his life now is dedicated to doing exclusively stupid shit on a skateboard—but this really puts it all to shame. still, he can't say that he doesn't love the way his heart is pounding, his pulse throbbing in his ears as he pushes his way into the bathroom to scope out the scene. of course it's empty, since anyone who's anyone is up on the roof socializing, but he still checks every stall just to be sure.

and then what? how long should he wait? what if qi fang never comes—or gets intercepted along the way by one of his friends? reki guesses it doesn't matter in the long run. sure, it'll suck to not get a chance to steal a moment for themselves, but at least he'll be alone when it dawns on him that it isn't happening.

rather than look like he's up to no fucking good, he hoists himself up on to the sink counter and pulls out his phone. there. now he just looks like he's hiding away from the world and messing with apps, in case someone other than qi fang ends up coming through that door first. ]

[ qi fang has gotten up to his fair share of stupid shit — typically not alone, since at least apart from sun jing he manages to retain at least one braincell — but this is definitely a new level of reckless he hasn't yet dared to trespass into. making out, copping a feel in the stairwell, that's one thing. this is... well, it's really fucking exciting is what it is.

the door opens a little too loudly for his liking, but he can't tell if that's just his imagination emphasizing the most mundane things in his nervousness. like the shape of reki's legs pressing into the fabric of his pants as he sits up on that counter. ]

Wow, [ he says, with absolutely no authenticity in his tone. ] Fancy meeting you here.

[ outside, footsteps come close and then they fade, and qi fang feels like two whole years have already passed. ]

[ there he is. reki has absolutely no time to waste on hating the way his heart flutters when the door opens to reveal exactly who he's been waiting for. they're on a tight schedule here.

and speaking of that, he should probably pull qi fang straight into one of the stalls so at least they're putting some effort into not getting caught. but he also doesn't want to do that. they can do that later. it seems like it'll be way more fun to just slip his phone into his pocket and slide his legs apart, his breathing already turned shallow by the sheer stupidity of the risk he's about to invite. ]

C'mere, stalker.

[ probably the most inviting anyone's ever looked saying a word like that. it's like his body remembers to move in all the ways that rewarded him with touch last night, a physical compulsion to draw qi fang in with pouted lips and a nicely arched back and his legs spread wide. ]

[ it's really kind of unfair how good reki looks right now. just a couple moments ago he'd been pouting in a sulk, yet here he's taking on a completely different air and it's really, really dangerous to discover how both really just work for qi fang. like, a lot.

unlike the first time they do not have all night, nor do they have the relative comfort of a locked door and a closed sign. and yet here qi fang is, stepping in between those legs like he's helpless against reki's personal gravity. just like he can't seem to help the way his hands smooth up those very legs he'd been eyeing. clearly none of this is his own doing. ]

Definitely too tempting for your own good.

[ he crowds in like he had the night before, the brush of his hips on reki's thighs an intoxicating rush he feels right up his spine. leaning in, ghosting lips over lips but not quite kissing, like somehow doing that would be a nail to the coffin they're creating here by being so reckless. ]

This is all your fault.

[ he's murmuring, breath hitching as qi fang's hands slide up his thighs. and there's no lie there. it didn't take much more than a look to inspire this little rendezvous. he's even more twisted up than he was last night, which doesn't make sense. you'd think he'd be over it. no, now he just wants it twice as bad.

his legs wind around qi fang's hips and draw him nearer and he likes this. holding qi fang captive in the circle of his legs, the heat settling over his lips with a wanting buzz, the way qi fang's voice is so, so low in this public space—all of it is driving reki out of his mind.

he returns the gesture, nuzzling into qi fang's space without touching. this is nice too, letting the tension build until it's fucking unbearable. or more than unbearable, because it already is. reki's already winding his hips against him, slow to match the moment. ]

Look at what you did to me.

[ this isn't what he followed reki here for, but it also kind of is. there's an alarm blaring in the back of his head that they should at least take this to a stall, you dumbasses, but qi fang can't find the strength to pull away. like he's literally trapped by those legs, and all he can manage is a meaningful squeeze high up on both of reki's thighs. ]

Flattering as that is, I call bullshit. There's no way this kind of sexy isn't anything but natural.

[ but qi fang will take pleasure in the notion that he's prompting this wanton behavior, if only because it's making him feel a lot better about the liquid heat steadily stirring in his own gut. their noses brush and bump in their coy dance, and it's kind of pathetic how that simple touch has him groaning low, pained. another squeeze to those thighs and then his hands are shifting down to grab at reki's ass, as if he means to lift and carry him to the stall himself. ]

We have like, twenty minutes at most.

[ there's that word again. all it did last night was inspire him to be the filthiest version of himself and hearing it now is like a struck match igniting into livid flames. reki's never quite known what it's like to be completely confident, but this is so close, and it fills him with the kind of boldness he'd never even dare to imagine otherwise.

so. still qi fang's fault, the way he's biting at his lip and twisting up qi fang's shirt around his fingers, reeling him in nice and slow. the only hitch in his plan is having his ass grabbed like that; there's no masking how wild it makes him, the way his jaw slackens and his face crumples with the agony of knowing nothing can come of that touch he likes so much. it's fine, he'll just take all that frustration out on qi fang's belt, pulling it with a hard jerk, leaning in to whisper against qi fang's lips. ]

You'd better come fast, then. You don't fuck around and offer me this dick just to take it away.

[ his legs slide away and his fingers trail off. much as he'd love to keep tempting fate, he needs this right now too much to suffer any interruptions. ]

Stall. Go.

[ shit, okay. okay they're really doing this. admittedly there had been a small part of qi fang that wondered if his little reminder would have shattered their plans, but it turns out reki is as determined as he is horny. not like qi fang is doing any better; he's pretty sure if he'd gotten any harder during that tug, he'd have broken a zipper or something.

there's absolutely no finesse in his movements, the short steps it takes him to stumble into a stall and fumble with his belt, his pants. suddenly twenty minutes feel like two, and every precious second he doesn't have reki's mouth on him is time wasted. ]

I'll — tonight — I'll get you back.

[ it's a clumsy promise but one he fully intends to make good on. somehow, someway, he's getting reki to come tonight. whether or not their dinner was ever meant to be innocent, there's no way in hell it ever will be now. ]

[ yeah, reki isn't faring much better as he follows along. there's really no graceful way to walk around with a dick as hard as his, and he's just going to have to deal with it. but still—worth it.

it feels like nothing but pure defilement to slide down on to his knees in a public bathroom and it's definitely going to give qi fang a lot of power over him, knowing he wants it this bad, but that's not nearly enough to dissuade him. anyway, there's really no other read he can take from the way reki palms his cock and breathlessly nuzzles right up to it the second he's down there, so it's not like that secret was ever destined to stay his own.

not like qi fang's holding back from promising more, either. that little bargain is going to fuck him up for the rest of the day, so it's only fair that reki return the favor just before he licks down his lips one last time and slides his cock deep into his throat with a muted whine: ]

Yeah, you are. You're gonna eat me out tonight.

Fuck.

[ his swear is met with a dull thud as he knocks his head back against the stall, a meager attempt to keep his wits about him. whether that had been in response to reki's promise — demand, fuck — or to the sight of the other boy once again swallowing down his cock... it's up in the air, honestly. ]

You gotta stop reading my mind.

[ he's already breathless, but maybe that's just in his attempt to keep his voice low. bravely, he chances a look back down at the other, but can't do anything about the h groan that claws out of his throat. alright, alright — no time for finesse here. no time for much at all, really. reaching down, he spares just a few seconds to brush his fingers over the apple of reki's cheek, to brush some of that wild fringe aside...

and then he's grabbing at the back of reki's head, adjusting the angles of his hips so he can start to build up a steady rocking. in and out, in and out, chasing his release with the friction and wet heat reki's dirty little mouth provides. ]

[ it's reki's turn to moan, his mouth so full and his head swimming with the thought of qi fang wanting that before he'd ever even asked. demanded, whatever. it's not like they have time for seductive games, not right now, but the prospect gets him moving anyway, his ass lifting high in his sagging jeans, eager despite the long wait ahead of them.

no time for much of anything, which is so tragic, but he likes it like this too. his hand rises to grip the back of qi fang's hip, adding what little force he can to all those thrusts as he cranes his neck to make his throat the perfect place to fuck into. that grasp is there to discourage qi fang from thinking twice about using him as savagely as he needs to; fuck, how many minutes do they have left, after all? if he doesn't get something to swallow then he's going to be sour about it all day.

time to get more demanding, then. his fingers tighten and pull, urging qi fang to go faster. his other hand smooths, over his balls, passing them entirely to rub firmly into the small spot behind them, his thumb pinned against it. his nostrils flare to suck in whatever little air he can, but his eyes are on qi fang's face, blurry with tears and narrowed seriously. ]

[ qi fang feels that moan right down to his balls, making him shudder out a gasp. his hips buck out of sync, completely on their own, and the rough bump of reki's throat against the tip of his aching cock has him straining to angle even deeper the next time he thrusts in. reki's working so hard to get him off, qi fang almost feels guilty he hasn't already shot a load down that greedy little throat. it's definitely not for a lack of trying, not for a lack of want. he can feel it building, knows it's coming in the way his thighs flex and quiver. reki looks so goddamn good, too, it's almost a shame he can't come on that face like it's practically begging him to—

and then the door opens. it's loud, qi fang's thankful for it now, and for a brief moment the sound of chatter from outside enters the room. someone enters, heading straight for the sink right across from their stall, and qi fang's entire body tenses like it never has before. he's holding his breath, looking down at reki while the faucet turns on. whoever it is is humming, completely unaware of what's happening just a couple of feet away.

it should have been a cold splash of reality for them. it should have made him want to stop. instead, qi fang feels a heated pulse run down his spine, straight to his cock, which throbs and thickens against reki's tongue. he starts to move again. slowly, cautiously. he was already so close, waiting just isn't an option at this point. ]

[ it's getting so good, every single thrust a hard burn of a rush, and then the door opens. maybe it's the delirium of being on the verge of breathlessness for so long, but all that those familiar sounds manage to work out of him are two quick huffs. it'd be laughter, if he didn't have a mouthful of cock. if they're discovered, it'd be a nightmare—but it also feels like a powerful drug, sitting in silence with his cheeks and his throat bulging, his mouth dripping because it's so full of wetness. right now, they have no idea and it makes his heart race.

no, he's not going to go slow. he wants what he wants and they don't have time for it anyway. his fingers dig and press and grasp like he's frantic, his head bobbing in quick snaps that make his neck ache. he can't suck like he wants to—it'd be far too loud—so he makes up for it with wild motions of his tongue. if qi fang can't come like this, he'll never be able to forgive him. like, he will, of course he'd forgive him anything when he tastes this intoxicatingly good, but right now it feels important that both of them are just as high on the sheer insanity of this moment as the other. ]

[ it honestly doesn't take qi fang that much longer. the combination of sensations and their situation is like the perfect drug to gut-punch him into a soul-shuddering orgasm; he barely has time to warn reki with a sudden sharp tug on his hair before his come practically explodes down that pliant throat. his breath catches, sharp and quick, but drowned out still by the running water. his hips twitch with each pulse that feeds reki, he doesn't even realize when the other body in the room turns off the tap and leaves.

by the end of it, qi fang feels like he's run three marathons. gasping for air, leaning heavily on a stall door he belatedly realizes neither of them even bothered to lock. ]

Shit.

[ his voice echoes in the room, and somehow that's hilarious to him. he has no breath to laugh, though, so he only wheezes out a few puffs. glancing down, he finally loosens his hands on reki's hair, smoothing the wild locks back. his touch is tender, as if to make up for the earlier roughness. ]

You're... way too good at that. Fuck.

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