rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ 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.

[ god is it a special agony to swallow what feels like a gallon of come down and not even be able to moan about it like qi fang deserves. he has to tighten up everything, all his muscles, his throat, his lips, just to keep that noise from spilling out, and still there's a hint of it, mercifully drowned out by the tap. he's just. not good at being quiet, ever.

immediately, he wants more. it feels like he was cheated that first time, so he won't come off qi fang's cock easily now. his tongue and lips are putting in most of the work, squeezing the softening cock in his mouth and wisping over its head to eagerly drink him down to the dregs. and then he hears something like laughter, and his eyes roll up, his face heating.

oh no. he'd wanted qi fang here with him so badly, just as foolish and reckless and too into it to care as he is, but he hadn't been prepared for what it'd feel like if that actually happened. now it is, qi fang's tender strokes drawing a soft moan out of him that he can't suppress, and it hits him like a fucking freight train, this revelation that he really, really likes this dumb boy.

fuck. no. he needs to blink quickly to fix that look in his eyes, the one that's for a second far too tender and tame. just—do something slutty.

there's no one here now. he can take advantage by cracking the flat of his hand against qi fang's ass and pulling off his cock. ]

Thanks again for the lunch. [ he licks his lips, grinning. ] You should go first.

[ in the heady afterglow of a rush as great as he'd just had, qi fang isn't quite as quick enough to mute the look in his own eyes. soft and damn near reverent, echoing the gentle touches his hands seem unable to help themselves from making all over that bright red hair. he's careful to avoid the bandages on reki's face, but he can't help the way his fingertips drift, mapping out the curve of his cheeks.

fuck, he thinks, and the word is like a lead weight in his gut. already, he's thinking of the next time he'll see reki — that evening, or maybe sooner, in the halls, on their way home. his eagerness blanketed by the warmth of his post-orgasm haze has him feeling a little too warm, a little too intimate for as obscene an act as they'd just committed.

he needs to shake himself out of it, fast. thankfully, reki takes matters into his own hands, literally, and the sharp sting on his ass is enough of a shock to get qi fang's braincells slotting back into place. right, right. ]

You go, [ he says, and it's a little embarrassing how rough his voice is. he offers a crooked smile, gesturing down at himself as he attempts to clean up and tuck himself back in. ] Still gotta calm down a little.

[ a sigh, leaning his head back against the wall. ]

Besides I think you just sucked the strength right out of my legs.

Can't.

[ he's been putting in a valiant effort to just ignore the throbbing ache between his legs, but he can feel it now. it's not going anywhere, and that raggedness in qi fang's voice isn't helping. he presses the heel of his hand against his crotch just to ease it a little, to stave off the pain while qi fang takes his leave, but... all right, he's going to stick around a little while longer, make himself comfortable against the wall.

sure is a trip, being as relieved about that as he is kind of mortified. he's already got a plan in his head—take care of this and then ditch the rest of the day. he'll grab his board and go hang around under the highway with the rest of the delinquents until qi fang summons him for dinner, probably bail a few times getting caught up in the fresh memory of that cock pounding down his throat, but it'll be nice. it's a good plan.

now he just wants to rest his cheek against qi fang's hip and sigh sharply as his pressing hand starts rubbing, unable to stop now that it's begun. ]

Prob'ly gonna ditch anyway. Don't think I'm gonna calm down. Not if you were serious about what you said.

What, about eating you out? Fuck yeah. If I die, let it be by suffocating on that ass.

[ he's feeling a little loose lipped, hell he may even be downright babbling, but that's yet another side effect of that afterglow delirium. that self-satisfied, roguish grin only falters when he notices reki looks more put out than he should after getting someone to come like he just had, but eventually qi fang's brain catches up to the rest of reality. he realizes he'd be just as pouty if he had still had to deal with a raging hardon too. ]

C'mere.

[ he shifts so he's standing a little straighter against the door, all while reaching for reki to coax the other boy back on his feet. once reki complies, he's going to turn him around and pull him back till they're flush, back to chest. he tucks his chin on top of reki's shoulder, giving himself a good view of the work he's doing on unfastening reki's belt and pants. ]

Two hands might be better than one, right?

[ so what if the bell rings? so what if he's a little late? ]

Dumbass— The bell.

[ that's really the only fight he's got left in him. of course he stands, just like qi fang has demanded of him. it feels better than he would like to admit to have qi fang pressed so close to him, something to work his ass against as his belt comes undone and his pants sag even lower.

he knows enough to know that he needs to slip his hand over his mouth, but even that doesn't work. his fingers are parting just as quickly, his lips falling open to emit a few short, sharp gasps. the desperation makes him just as honest. ]

I just wanted to fuck with you. I wasn't gonna make you actually do it. I...

[ holy shit, it feels so good to squeeze his cock with that image burned in his brain. qi fang just choking, suffocating, buried in bliss between his cheeks. nothing in the whole world has ever backfired so immensely in his face as this. ]

Nobody's ever done that to me before.

[ the bell is such a distant thing in qi fang's mind right now, some foreign concept he can't even fully wrap his brain around. all he knows now is the heat coming off of reki's body, pressed so close to his that al he has to do is curve slightly and they're flushed, head to toe. ]

No? I've only — you know, with girls. I'll make it good for you, though, don't worry.

[ he's only been with a handful of guys, and it's never gotten quite that far. but he's already looking forward to it with reki, letting his anticipation manifest in the eager strokes of his hand. he's got one wrapped around reki's right now, coaxing each subsequent pump to go faster, rougher. the other he's shoved up under reki's shirt, pinching and plucking at a nipple he recalls being quite sensitive from the night before. all the while he keeps murmuring soft words of encouragement right against reki's ear. ]

That's it, keep going— I'll make you feel real good.

[ his face is so hot, just as molten as the rest of him, and it feels like every nerve in his body has come screaming to life. his cock hasn't dripped like this since last night, when qi fang was hammering him into that wall; at least then, there was a reason for it. he shouldn't be this worked up, not over a stupid blowjob, even a public one, not over a quick handie in a bathroom stall.

it's good he has that hand over his mouth. he needs it, very suddenly, clamped over his lips to muffle the startled cry that he can't help. doesn't matter that he felt the trajectory of qi fang's fingers all along, he's still not prepared for the squeeze, for qi fang's voice in his ear, low just like he likes, rumbling through his entire body in violent shudders and erratic, electrified jolts.

he bites down on his fingers until they throb, his fist blurring frantically as he chases this wild, world-shaking need. ]

I know you will. Fuck, oh fuck, I know.

[ qi fang realizes he kind of shot himself in the foot here, as absolutely none of this is helping his own body calm down any faster. still half-hard and nestled deliciously against reki's ass, his only comfort is in the fact he's pretty sure he can't possibly get any harder — not after a blowjob like he's just been given.

so it's alright that he gets just as into it as reki. kind of hard not to, when the other boy is making such obscene sounds against his hand. part of him wishes he had another hand to spare, to help muffle those noises, but the other part is regretting he can't hear any more. ]

Is this how you like it?

[ he watches, transfixed, trying to note the ways reki moves his hand over himself. qi fang's hand there is really just for reassurance, offering the occasional squeeze every now and then, but mostly he's banking on his presence to help things further along. ]

Good, that's good, just like that...

[ it's not even really qi fang's fault. reki's body hones right in on the cock pressed just stiff enough to work against his wriggling ass, needing it just as badly as he needs to chase release. that's what he really wants, he realizes, and the reality that he can't have it just makes everything that much more frantic. ]

Yeah— Like that— Fuck, your dick— So good, it's so fucking good—

[ he's answering the wrong question and soundly failing at his attempt to whisper, but it doesn't matter. he's way too far fucking gone, lost in the sound of qi fang's voice and the hollow hurt of teasing a cock that won't fuck him. it makes him come hard enough to dot his eyes with tears, his thighs quaking, so glad that qi fang is right there to lean against so he doesn't collapse on a fucking bathroom floor. it's bad enough that he's spilling all over it, realizing far too late that he'd gotten caught up in qi fang's arms and never came up with a better plan. oh well, too late now. ]

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