rekd | knock me down like a heavyweight

[ the light layer of sweat he'd worked up running all those laps for practice has begun to cool off in the outdoor air, making it all the more obvious to him that he really did just up and leave practice for this guy. it's pretty low on the list of craziest things he's ever done (especially consider what they'd just gotten up to during lunch) but for some reason it's really sticking out to qi fang. like, sure this had been a whim. but one he'd really, really wanted to do. ]

No kidding? [ the surprise and interest in his tone is genuine, even despite the faint pang of guilt he receives upon realizing he really doesn't know all that much about reki. not that that's really expected of him — they were classmates among classmates before they ever started sucking each others' dicks — but it also just makes him that much more curious. what does he like? what does he dislike? stupid shit like that. ]

Nice as I think you'd look pressed up against some tile, I think I'll take your shop.

[ is it weird he's almost as excited to see it as he is for what they'll get up to inside it? ]

[ when it comes to classmates, reki's used to expecting disinterest by default. sure, they'll peer at his sketches in home room and send the bravest of their cliques out to ask him if he's in a fight club from time to time, but once their curiosity's sated, they generally don't have anything to say that he wants to hear.

it isn't curiosity he hears from qi fang, though. he's not even sure what it is at first. all he knows is that it makes him feel a little lighter, a little more excited to get where they're going. sure, qi fang's probably going to get sick of fucking around in places surrounded by skateboards real fast if reki gets to keep picking destinations, but that hasn't happened yet.

besides, he's already thinking about how exciting it'll be to lock the door and draw the blinds until it's just the two of them moving in the dim gloom of his garage. fuck this whole being in public thing; it sucks to have to walk down the street like two normal guys. ]

You never did get a chance to bend me over that workbench. [ he reminds him, shooting a significantly less that subtle look his way. ] This's just me keeping my word.

[ it just goes to show you never really know people, huh? qi fang doesn't often dwell on the what-ifs, but he can't help but wonder if he and reki would have ever hooked up any other way, had they not innocuously connected over a few pages of class notes. would he have ever known about this wildness of reki's? or the fact that he can't seem to tear himself away from the other, no matter how much his more sensible side tries to remind him he's shit at these things? he blames this new-found magnetism of reki's on his crazier urges, like wanting to reach out and hold the guy's hand right now.

fortunately, reki offers a suitable distraction from his more sentimental musings. qi fang groans low, eyes squeezing shut momentarily as he tries (and fails) to fend off the image those words prompt in his mind. in his pocket he swears he can feel his phone burn, that photo reki took the night before tucked carefully into a private album. ]

Thanks for that. Now I'm gonna have to fight off a hard-on this whole walk.

N'aw. Welcome to the club, you fuckin' terrorist.

[ like he's still not hurting over the same photo that has them in such a rush to get home in the first place. it's weirdly bearable in some abstract way, now that he has qi fang all to himself and they're going back and forth like this, but still. that kind of damage doesn't just settle in an instant. if anything, he's blaming it for this compulsion to make sure their steps match, a tall order when qi fang practically towers above him, keeping close to his side.

the walk home's a lot longer now that he can't make it on wheels, so he figures that he can set himself up to make good on their deal first thing. if he just so happens to keep bumping into that shoulder while he fucks around on his phone, well, it's not his fault. he's distracted. nothing he can do about that. ]

What kinda pizza do you like? Just remember if you say the wrong thing, I'm uninviting you.

[ alright, qi fang has to snicker at that. is he at all sorry for sending that thirst trap, completely unprovoked? no, no he is not. it's what got them here, after all. even if all roads eventually lead to the same destination, he sure as hell isn't complaining over his company during the journey. reki fiddling with his phone actually provides qi fang a great opportunity to lean in as they walk, their shoulders no longer bumping as they are full on pressed together, qi fang partaking in his newfound hobby of crowding in on reki's personal space. ]

If I say the wrong thing can I blame it on the lack of blood to my brain?

[ if he tips his head a bit and noses against some of those wild wisps of hair, mind your business. ]

Anything with meat on it's good with me.

[ if all of reki's careful reward-based training doesn't result in more unprovoked thirst traps and filthy rooftop banter, he'll be sorely disappointed. it's hard work keeping on top of this stuff. so far, qi fang's given him more material than he knows what to do with. ]

No excuses, but you don't need 'em. You know I like to go hard on the meat.

[ it's such a stupid line, but he feels sinfully fucking stupid right now. qi fang's so close and it makes him feel so warm, his skin tingling where he's near despite the lack of contact. even though he's devoting his gaze to his phone, he can't help but slip into a blissful, contented look, his cheeks glowing with a pleasant flush. honestly, they might as well be holding hands for unsubtle they're being right now. ]

[ alright, he'll admit it — he walked right into that one. in his defense it's hard to keep his wits up about it when he can see some color flush on reki's cheeks, how they plump up from the side that tells qi fang the other boy is definitely smiling, and damn does he wish he weren't so tall that he could see it better. ]

C'mon man, go easy on me.

[ an exasperated laugh, a playful shove from shoulder to shoulder. not too hard, though, not enough to threaten their proximity as they are now. ]

Gym shorts aren't exactly forgiving.

[ he shoves his hands in his pockets, none too subtly adjusting himself in the process. sometimes it really sucks to have such a vivid imagination. ]

[ reki is laughing too, lighter and brighter than he has in a long time. he never would have thought that the cure for depression would be dick and dominos, but here it is. his shove back is just as careful, and it's coupled with a cautious glance over his shoulder, like looking will dispell the fantasy.

what happens instead is far, far worse. just like up on the rooftop, and again in the bathroom, he's consumed by the sudden compulsion to kiss him. it's an excruciating urge to fight, but at least the heavy look in his eyes can pass as something related to the topic at hand. ]

Lucky me.

[ he rubs his tongue against a tooth and lets his gaze dip a little lower. man but those shorts do know what's in store for them. ]

Fuck, I hate how hot you are. Go away. Nobody asked for all that.

[ the moments their eyes meet are always a different kind of exhilarating — qi fang swears he can feel this strange electrical current just surge between them, a tangible chemical reaction, and each time he, too, is overcome with urge to just reach out, kiss him. it would be so easy too. reki is so close, and his eyes are so wide — hopeful? — all qi fang would have to do is lean in...

reki's gaze dips and qi fang feels the spell break, somewhat. he's oddly relieved for it, taking the opportunity to suck in a breath like he may not get the chance to again later. ]

"Get out here," you said. I guess technically that wasn't asking, but my point still stands. [ yeah, yeah, his smile is way too smug. ] You asked, I answered.

[ qi fang's way too smug and reki's far too easy a mark right now. his eyes roll, but his face goes bright red. this is what he gets. he should have never looked. ]

Shut up.

[ the worst part is that he can't stop smiling, even as he's playfully shoving qi fang again. probably, now that they're fifteen bumps and pushes deep in the day, he's being painfully transparent about wanting to steal little touches here and there, no matter what he has to do to get them. like he's literally the boy razzing his crush on the playground.

but whatever, beats being honest. ]

You started it. What was I supposed to do, just let you get away with looking like that?

[ if qi fang notices anything, he makes no indication of it. probably because he's just as desperate for the contact, taking advantage of the atmosphere to lean against reki's side as if he were really just doing it to annoy reki, and not just eager for the opportunity to touch elbows or something. ]

Dunno, but I'm glad you didn't. Means my seduction tactics worked.

[ he's not even going to bother denying he got exactly what he wanted. ]

But now that means we're 2:1 on pictures. I'll be expecting mine by the end of the day today.

[ wow, what a fucking bully. weird that reki looks like he just won the lottery, but y'know. every reaction is valid when it comes to ruthless acts of hazing like this. ]

You've seen me... literally all fucking day. Get sick of me, bro.

[ he's leaning right back into qi fang, because... because. there doesn't need to be an explanation for everything he does. honestly, reki's just so wrapped up in the thrill of breathing in qi fang's space that he wouldn't be able to explain himself if he tried. ]

Nah, I don't feel like it.

[ which is perhaps more honest than he should be this early on in their... whatever it is they're doing. but he said what he said. it helps he can still say it so casually right now. ]

Just for that, I'm asking for two.

[ man, reki's taken a lot of sucker punches in his time, but none of them hit quite so hard as qi fang's honesty. back to chewing on his lip, because he knows he looks like a messy fool right now. ]

When'm I supposed to take all these pictures, huh? I've got plans to take up a lot of someone's time tonight.

Good point...

[ this close, it's easier for qi fang to let his voice drop, to turn his head so his lips just graze along reki's ear. ]

I guess I could help you out and take 'em myself.

[ cool, awesome, it's nearly impossible to walk straight when those lips against his ear are lulling his eyes closed. luckily, they're coming up on the home stretch, a road with high walls on either side and no other pedestrians. it's either better or worse that qi fang is the only one there to watch him almost trip over his own feet. ]

God. You're gonna get your way somehow no matter what I do, so fine. I still reserve the right to approve and delete as I see fit.

[ they're a bit more tucked away now, which means it's not all that scandalous for qi fang to reach out a hand on reki's opposite shoulder. to steady him, of course, because a good samaritan wouldn't just let the poor guy stumble and potentially hurt himself further, right? right. the fact that his hand lingers, that it squeezes that shoulder before slowly drifting down the length of reki's arm? well, whatever. ]

I think I can agree to those terms.

[ why does this feel like the best thing that's ever happened to him? stupid. thank god his arms aren't bare so the goosebumps rising all up and down them aren't obvious. he looks up at qi fang, then looks away just as quickly, puffing out his cheeks. ]

Not like you have a choice.

[ now reki's not playing fair. how's qi fang supposed to resist a face like that? the brattiness levels are through the roof at this point, and he's just way too weak to do anything against that. so sorry, reki, but you're definitely going to get a puffy cheek pinched. ]

'Course I do. I can just hold my phone out of your reach.

[ WOW. that's two cardinal sins. absolutely unforgivable. reki fixes him with a stare and snatches up that hand before it can do anymore pinching. ]

Do it! Watch what happens!

[ which does mean he's just... holding qi fang's hand. very tightly, so surprised by that sudden development that it takes a second for his fingers to loosen. ]

[ not exactly the way qi fang imagined their first hand-holding to go (and, yes, he's already imagined it shut up) but you know what? he'll take it. they're walking under the shade of a tree, sandwiched by high walls — yeah, he's feeling a little brave, and so when he feels those fingers loosen his wrist twists and he grabs onto that hand himself. ]

Knowing you, you'd play dirty.

[ easy now to tip his head forward, their foreheads nearly touching. ]

But I might like that.

[ oh. oh, now they're really holding hands. weird that this has never happened to him before, but for a first time, this is... really fucking nice.

qi fang is leaning in closer too. reki's heart stops outright, then starts pounding so loud he can barely hear qi fang over its frantic drumming. how he manages to form a coherent sentence is a fucking marvel. ]

You've got no idea.

[ whatever. he can't just let qi fang call him short and get away with it. he rocks up on his toes to close the distance between them and tries to steal a kiss. ]

[ consider that kiss stolen. or maybe not really, because qi fang's already there, ready to meet him halfway. he feels his body move on its own — sneakers scuffling along the pavement to fit closer against reki, hand moving to slot their fingers together like they're the ending scene of some sappy romcom from the early 2000s. he's not even going to hide how much he's been wanting this, coaxing the kiss to deepen with a flick of his tongue along the seam of reki's lips. jesus he can't even wait another couple of minutes, how the hell's he supposed to last through dinner and the night?

when he pulls away it feels all too soon, but there's a burning in his lungs telling him the kiss had been long enough to rob him of air. his eyes scan all over reki's face, a hunger in his gut that's definitely not aiming for pizza. ]

Tell me we're almost there.

[ reki doesn't even like kissing people. something about someone suffocating you with their face just doesn't get him going at all. but when qi fang does it, breathing is the last thing on his mind; he wants to drown in the soft crush of qi fang's lips, come unraveled at the point of his tongue.

he can't stop looking at him, wondering how in the world anyone can be so sexy and handsome and disarming and it not be a criminal offense. there's nothing he can do about this. it's torture.

and then his eyes shift, and then shift again, and he's turning his head, his face darkening to the deepest red. he slaps his free hand over his eyes and groans. ]

... We passed it.

[ fuck, oh god, he was so caught up in everything, this is so embarrassing. ]

[ it's like something right out of a sitcom, the slow blink that comes just a second or two belatedly after reki reveals his folly. qi fang glances around, but it's not like he has any idea where they're meant to be going, but eventually the reality of their situation sets in and he just

he can't help the sudden laughter that just bubbles right out of him. suddenly he wants to kiss reki all over again, but this time fueled by a different kind of lightness. ]

Dumbass.

[ said so, so sickeningly fond. he turns them back around, but this time slinging his arm around reki's shoulders so their joined hands hang down the side. ]

You owe me a workbench to bend you over, don't try to get out of it.

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why is he so CUtE

theyre killin me

please how did this happen

IDFK HELP!!

there's no helping u now sry

guess i gotta go down w/ this ship 🚢

R E K I