rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ 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. ]

[ there isn't enough air in this bathroom, which is probably an odd thought to have when a cute boy is literally shivering through an orgasm right up against you, but it's the one solid thing that's keeping him rooted to this earth as it all happens. he realizes his breathing never quite came down from earlier and now they're both gasping like fish out of water but — worth it. so, so fucking worth it.

he makes sure he's a sturdy base for reki to slump against, holding him close and steady. reki's hand caught the brunt of the spill, and so his are free to smooth over the other boy's body, rubbing more heat wherever his palms lay. ]

Shit, look at the mess you made... You're so fucking hot.

[ he noses a line up reki's throat, finding the spot just under his jaw where his pulse jumps. he doesn't even think about it, baring his teeth down there lightly just enough to leave a small mark. it'll fade in minutes. but he delights it in anyway, smothering an errant kiss there before straightening up against the door, finally willing his breathing to slow. did the bell even ring yet? ]

[ there's no chance to even start coming down from this, not with that voice burning in his ear and those hands smoothing all over his trembling skin. he's lucky enough to catch the wet gasp that qi fang's teeth invoke purely because his hand was already there, but there's nothing he can do about the way his mind is reeling. hot. he called him hot and reki just wants to die because there's no way life can get any better than this and he so doesn't want any part of the reality check that's surely in store for him soon. ]

Kiss me.

[ now it's his turn to sound rough. it's still technically a demand, same as ever, but there's a pleading note to it as he tips back his head. it was... probably the reason he lured qi fang in here to begin with, the details are fuzzy now so he's not sure even when it comes to himself, but now he burns for it like never before. ]

[ qi fang is struck, momentarily, by the tone of reki's voice. so so different from the coyness when they're alone, and different too from the almost surly teen angst up on the rooftop. it makes him pause, but only enough to catch a breath, and then he's leaning in like a comet being pulled down to earth. he's got a hand there at reki's jaw, keeping that angle steady as his tongue plunges into the other's mouth. no time, there's no time, so it goes from 0 to 60 in a second, maybe even less, like he's using this opportunity to pour all his unspoken desires into a single kiss.

and there's the bell, a harsh slap in the face of two dumb boys who were just on the cusp of admitting something — maybe not put loud, but at least to themselves. when qi fang pulls away, his lips are red and raw and he's still gasping for that stupid breath. the bustling sound of movement and chaos echoes from outside the bathroom door and qi fang can't believe there's still half a school day left to endure. slowly, he starts to adjust what he can of reki's clothing, still leaning heavily against that door. ]

Call me. I can leave practice early.

[ that kiss makes him believe in a lot of shit he was always far too jaded to ever fall for. now all of it feels real, that kind of magic that only exists in movies, a kiss that's cinematic and slow, that stops the whole world from turning because it's just so fucking powerful. and then the bell rings and he guesses it wasn't after all.

still doesn't change the fact that he has no idea what to do with himself when that bell cuts through this soft reverie. it's not like he can do anything but step away and start piecing himself back together—but qi fang is doing that for him and it's making his heart do the stupidest shit in his chest. ]

Nah, I can wait.

[ lies. he has to gnaw on his lip to punish himself for that one. ]

Uh, before you go. Pizza sound okay?

[ they're both dawdling and yet it still feels all too soon when they finally draw apart. he should really get going but instead he's reaching out again, swiping a thumb just below reki's lip to wipe up some lingering spit. he really can't stop touching reki, it seems. ]

Pizza's good. I'm cheap and easy, remember?

[ alright alright. back to reality, back to the grind. it's not like it's forever, they're literally going to see each other again in a few hours. they're going to get to do more than that, too. with a final wave takes his leave first, again, sparing only a couple of seconds to reorient himself in front of the mirror. he feels stupid stealing one last look over his shoulder before he goes, but that lingering high is carrying him through that he isn't all that embarrassed anyway. ]

Yeah you are.

[ first he's smiling, now laughing? absolutely fucking ridiculous. today was his mope around moodily day. once again, qi fang's fucked all the carefully crafted plans he's made for himself and replaced them with this exhilarating desire to steal more of his time away.

it throws his plans to ditch, too. he's already late by the time he's cleaned himself up and it'd be so easy to just hop on to his board and slip his next class, but once he leaves the bathroom, he finds himself heading there anyway. he immediately regrets it; trying to sneak in through the door soundlessly only prompts the resident tattler to start gesticulating wildly and call out, "reki's late!" at least now he's right back to feeling moody again as he slumps into his seat, trying not to cast a look across the aisle at where qi fang is sitting.

he makes himself a promise to ditch after the next class, and then the class after that, and then before he knows it, he's standing at his locker after school, wondering what the hell he ought to do now. he could trot over to where he can see qi fang chatting with a thin crowd of other kids, ask to pull him aside and demand that he cut practice even though he told him to go in the first place, but even trying to think about doing that is dizzyingly mortifying. even waving good-bye just like everyone else feels too much like an implication when he did just suck him off in a bathroom. obviously a plan with far more subtlety is required.

but reki isn't a subtle person, so he settles for the old failsafe: bullishly bumping his shoulder into qi fang on his way past. coupled with a look and a muttered: ]

Watch it.

[ it's the best he's got. ]

[ honestly, the rest of the day goes by in a daze. save for the mild disturbance that reki's late arrival in class provides, nothing eventful really happens... though perhaps in contrast to having had his dick sucked in the boy's bathroom, not a lot of things would stand out. they both more or less slip back into their roles, but this time qi fang finds himself having to dedicate an awful amount of energy to maintain his careless grins and easy laughs. there is still a buzzing in the back of his head that won't leave him, half-parts lingering high and half-parts budding anticipation for the night ahead. after school, while lingering by sun jing's locker as the pair discuss weekend plans with a handful of other students, he catches a quick flash of red before feeling the sudden jolt against his shoulder. the "hi" that had been on the tip of his tongue dies out when reki sends him a sour look, but rather than be dismayed by it qi fang just feels amused. what a brat. had a teammate not already grabbed his elbow to drag him off to the gym, he probably would have followed right behind the other.

honestly, he wishes he did. getting through classes is one thing, but spending the next few hours running laps and practicing layups just isn't the kind of exercise he'd rather be doing... it's silly, because they literally have plans to meet up for the evening, yet here he is unable to wait just a couple of hours. when did he become this guy??

there isn't a lot of time for decisions to be made, so instead he leaves it up to the other again. he sends over a picture he'd quickly taken in the locker room right before they were sent out to do drills: qi fang standing by his locker, aiming his camera at a full length mirror just across, the hem of his jersey drawn up into his mouth so show off the pecs and abs he is shamelessly flexing. and accompanying that, a message: ]

Offer to leave practice early still stands

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