rekd | OVERFLOW / OPEN

[ qi fang's response is a shrug, helpless and unaffected. ]

I told you I wasn't fancy.

[ he's curious, and not exactly eager to greet the dawn out here, so he makes a show of getting back up, stretching out, and climbing back onto the bike proper, patting the space in front of him. ]

C'mon then — ready to be surprised.

You've got no idea where we are.

[ it dawns on him as qi fang climbs back on the bike, his lips curling. sure, there's nothing to be seen from here but trees and sand, and he'd had his suspicions that he's one of the few people who know about this place, but it's fun to find that out for sure. ]

C'mon. Follow me.

[ he holds out a hand, grinning in full now, eyes bright with excitement. ]

[ qi fang blinks before finally taking a good look around them. but even with that panning look, nothing strikes out at him as familiar. ]

Should I?

[ he sounds dubious, but there's no hesitation as he takes that hand, climbing back off the bike to eye reki closely. ]

You'll see.

[ the only real landmarks around are a faded sign with a little dog etched into the wood and a post nearby with an empty doggie bag bin. everything else is just as abandoned as he always remembers it being, the path through the trees overgrown with grass and fallen twigs, their journey paused in places by outstretched branches they need to duck beneath.

it's just a short walk, though, out to their destination. while the sand is peppered with detritus from the forest instead of the glistening, pure white it is elsewhere, and the water's a whispering black pool instead of clear down to the bottom, it's still a pretty, quiet little moonlit world. and private, the kind of place a mom will take her kids to when she "doesn't want her fat ass hanging out for all the world to see." ]

Mmm? Whatcha think?

[ were they earlier in their relationship, an errant joke or two of serial killer habits and leading one to one's death may have left his lips during their short journey. but intrigue and curiosity mingling with his residual high from a pretty spectacular orgasm has him still feeling pretty light, weightless. so he's quiet the entire time, quiet like it feels like he should be, as if reki were leading him down to some secret hiding place that means more to him than he'll ever admit.

jury's still out on if that's the case or not when they finally reach their destination, but the sight alone makes up for the mystery. it's pretty damn breathtaking, to say the least. somehow, the pitch-black sky and cool night breeze only adds to the allure of the space, like it really is just the two of them alone in their own little world.

there's definitely a chill now bit rather than button up his jacket he just grins and pulls reki into a tight hug, greedily soaking up the other boy's warmth as he buries his lips against the shell of an ear. ]

Consider me romanced, Romeo. This is pretty fucking dope.

[ reki really can't stop smiling with a reaction line that, tilting his head and taking a second to enjoy how this moment looks and feels and sounds. he's always loved this place and listening to the waves crash with qi fang's arms wound around him enhances all his favorite things about it. maybe he's not so bad at this after all. ]

Ma used to bring us here to look at the starfish. It's always empty. Oh, and...

[ the other thing. he rummages in his pocket and pulls loose a glass blunt, uncapping it with his teeth and holding it up for qi fang to see. why waste all this privacy? ]

A tip, from our delivery.

[ qi fang's smile widens too, half-smug because ha, i knew it — this place is meaningful to him and half-touched because holy shit — this place is meaningful to him. it does something weird to his chest that makes him feel both grounded and light as a feather, and all he can think to do in response is squeeze the boy in his arms a little tighter.

that is, until reki draws away jist enough to did the pipe out of his pocket, which twists qi fang's soft smile into something far more indulgent. he wraps his hand around reki's, slipping an arm low around his back as he spins them slowly in place. he doesn't dip him, but he definitely leans in for a soft kiss. then he coaxes the blunt closer to those lips. ]

Geniuses first.

[ the sudden movement earns him a low sound of surprise, but qi fang smooths it over quickly with a kiss. a kiss he doesn't particularly want to end, not when he's so profoundly charmed, warmer than he ever remembers being even despite the chilling sea breeze. if only there was something to say when your heart's so full of someone you can't stand it anymore.

reki sniffs and pulls a lighter out of his pocket, firing up the cherry for him. ]

All right, nerd.

Give me a break, I got some romancing to catch up to.

[ he laughs anyway, keeping that arm around reki which is soon joined by the other. he gives him room, but not too much, a little too content to keep their hips locked and the scant body heat trapped between them. ]

When was the last time you've been here?

Not that long ago.

[ qi fang doesn't need to know that this is his place to hide away when he's sad but not so depressed that he can't get out of bed, his own little cocoon of better days he can fall into whenever he needs it. anyway, his mouth is too busy to explain, nursing the metal tip of the blunt as he sways their hips together, enjoying this moment for what it is. he fills up his lungs with smoke, grasping at qi fang's chin, breathing it slowly into his mouth. ]

Just wait'll the sun starts to rise, my dude.

[ ahh so they really will be out till dawn. he makes a quick mental note of it right before his lips part and his lungs start to fill with that thick, heady smoke. it's fine, he thinks as his head dips instinctively, fitting over reki's lips to seal their mouths together in a slow, indulgent kiss. so long as i can make it out of here by lunch, it's fine...

he repeats it to himself like a mantra, a meager attempt to remember something important but not important enough that it can occupy his mind like reki currently is. there's no music but they're swaying in place anyway, moving instead to the ebb and flow rhythm of the ocean. he thinks to say something about the sun, how reki's smiles can outshine it any day, but he's still got enough sense of mind not to tease the other boy so mercilessly like that. ]

[ reki's fingers curl against his face, and already qi fang's skin feels warmer, so profoundly soft that it sends his mind in spirals. he's lucky for the arms that ground him and root him in this moment, one he's trying to absorb with all his might, as if it can last forever as long as he collects every breathing detail of it.

honestly, the ocean is the only music he wants to ever hear again; it's the perfect tempo to bring them closer together in a way that feels fresh and new and exciting. life outside this place is so fucking overwhelming that it's easy to forget how startlingly alive qi fang is, moving and breathing and close enough for reki to feel the soft beating of his heart. that means something different here, something he can't stop smiling about. ]

Squeeze me. Really tight.

Don't think I know that kink.

[ he grins, feeling the smoke start to curl and permeate into his veins, warming him like reki's closeness does. he squeezes his arms tight around the other boy's smaller frame, as tight as the new lightness in his body will let him.

but soon even that isn't enough, and in the next second he's lifting reki off his feet then spinning and spinning and spinning them around in place until his center of balance skews and they're tipping over into the sand, a tangled mess of limbs and giggles. he rolls them over until he's laying on top of reki, looking down and feeling his heart fill up with that sun-kissed warmth. ]

You should kiss me.

[ qi fang squeezes and squeezes until he's breathless, which is exactly what he wants, his arms leaving an impression that will surely last forever. and then they're spinning—flying, really—the world a blur around them just like back on the bike, but even better this time because reki can see his eyes flash with moonlight every time they complete a revolution. nothing he's ever done has felt so exhilarating, even when they go tumbling into the sand, reki giggling so hard that he can't stop it anymore. ]

Okay, [ he says, pursing his lips, brows drawn seriously. it's not like they've never kissed before, far from it, but the haze in his mind is making the concept fucking hilarious. he loses himself to laughter again, weakly stroking qi fang's face until he can pull himself together. ]

Close your eyes. Don't look at me, you're throwing me off!

Is this funny to you?

[ he does his best to feign offense, scrunching his face up to comically injured, but it's pretty hard to carry through when he also can't help the little bursts of laughter that come out over seeing reki so carefree and flustered. ]

Huh? Am I a joke?

[ and, well. there's really no other way to carry on after that but a tickle fight, right? he's at a perfect position to do just that, too, with reki pinned down beneath him and the soft sand. his fingers spider-walk their way up and down reki's sides, looking for his weak spots without mercy. ]

[ reki was dying before the interrogation began; being leaned into and ruthlessly questioned has him rolling. weakly, he tries to throw up a hand, one that quickly flies off beyond his control when qi fang starts tickling. his body lifts off the sand, writhing, unable to stop moving when every part of him is so ticklish. ]

Stop— No!!

[ he can't even see, his eyes too full of tears from laughing so hard, and he's nowhere near strong enough right now to rebuke him. instead, he settles for wrapping his arms around qi fang, which only serves to keep him close—but it's comforting and it feels nice and it's what he does while he's racked by uncontrollable laughter. ]

[ color him pleasantly surprised to find that reki is ticklish everywhere. as if reki couldn't get any cuter... it honestly feels kind of criminal, like no one person should be allowed to be this magnetic, this addictive. and yet at every turn qi fang just finds himself faller deeper and deeper into all of reki kyan.

soon enough it's hard to tell whose laughter is whose, let alone which one rings out the loudest. when reki tries to smother him to stop, qi fang finally relents, letting his hands press flat against reki's sides, holding him just as close, just as tightly. his nose wound up buried in reki's neck, so that when he breathes in deep all he smells is the boy himself, filling him with a comfortable warmth. feeling a sudden surge of sentimentality, qi fang presses a soft, tender kiss there, and shifts his arm so that they're wrapped tight around the other. ]

This is nice, [ he hums. ] Thanks for liking me.

[ fun as that was, it's nice to be able to breathe. even nicer to have qi fang tucked under his chin and wound all around him, warm and shielding him from the breeze that would no doubt sink straight into his bones were he not there. it's like that a lot, reki realizes; so much of his life is better when qi fang is near. ]

Course I like you. You're...

[ fuck, all the things that he can say. how all of this feels like a dream because he still can't believe he's found a reason to spend most of his days laughing with someone special. how undeniably they belong together, how every second he spends in his company feels like the beginning of some great adventure, how he's never, ever felt like this for anyone else before, so full of warmth that he can feel himself glowing.

and then he realizes that he hasn't spoken in a long time, which is funny enough to make him snort-laugh and erase his train of thought completely. ]

Mmmmmm... [ he admits, bashfully. ] I forgot what we were talking about.

[ he doesn't even mind the silence. it's not like he was particularly looking for reassurance at the time, more just spilling the words out of his mind that he would normally try to stifle down when they're together anyway. in this silence, he can soak up the look in reki's eyes, somehow both far-off and rooted right here, pinning him in this moment in time he wants to bottle up forever. ]

Something about me being fucking awesome, I think.

[ his grin is wide, crooked and lazy, and he can't help the fondness that softens his kisses that drops all along every inch of skin he can reach — mostly reki's chin and throat. ]

[ oh right. that was it. honestly should have occurred to him, considering it's practically all reki thinks about anymore. ]

You are pretty awesome.

[ he says it in a dreamy way, like he's drifting off, even though he couldn't look more present. sure, his eyes look a little sleepy, but that's the bud's work; qi fang has more of his attention now than ever. not just because he's suddenly fascinated with how fun it is to lightly tug those loose curls in his face one by one to watch them spring when he lets go. ]

You're my favorite person.

Shit, that's high praise. You know a lot of real interesting people.

[ as someone resolutely convinced he's quite plain, he can't help but feel awfully flattered. it makes him feel kind of bashful, the high points of his cheeks coloring, and he attempts to hide it by leaning down and nuzzling his nose against reki's, like he's forgotten for the moment that kissing is an option. ]

You're mine too, though. Hands down. [ ... ] Don't tell Sun Jing.

[ it's not. it can't be an option anymore. it's just far too silly. even this is pushing it; reki looks like he might lapse into a giggle tantrum at any moment. ]

Mm...

[ were it not for this recent development he's seriously considering now, that is. his brows draw low as his gaze shifts. ]

I dunno that I like being the one who homewrecked your situation with Sun Jing. That's not cool.

[ it's such serious concern on reki's expression that it has qi fang pausing, blinking rapidly as he considers things. but after a moment he shake his head, resolute. ]

Nah, you didn't, don't worry. Sun Jing did that all herself when she started dating Qiu Tong.

[ back to nose nuzzling, and the errant nuzzle to a cheek when his aim gets wonky. ]

You aren't a homewrecker, babe. You saved me from a lifetime of loneliness.

[ well! it's a valid concern. either way, reki's definitely lurked sun jing's insta, so he Gets It. good for them, they seem happy.

the girls have that and they have this, which seems like it's worked out for everybody, so it's not something he's about to dwell on. he's far more interested in the tingles qi fang's cheek-nuzzling is creating and that last thing he said. ]

You were lonely?

[ not anymore. reki's arms tighten around him to make certain of it. ]

[ to be honest, qi fang's just saying shit. truthful shit, but he definitely hadn't really been thinking about his words as he said it. he and sun jing are still ride-or-die best of friends, always will be, but now they've both opened their worlds to special people and... yeah. it's pretty cool.

as for the other part, well. it's not something he actively thought of before. ]

...Yeah, I guess I was. A real specific kind of loneliness.

[ he sighs in thought a little, mildly preoccupied with brushing some bits of sand off reki's cheek. ]

I never really got it, you know. Why people wanted this kind of thing. [ a relationship. in the past, it had seemed far more trouble than it was worth. but now... ] I get it now, though. Like — [ words, what are words ] — being with you fucking rocks.

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