[ of course, now that they're on video, langa can see the way reki's cheeks blotch up bright pink. as if he hasn't seen him like this in person; somehow it feels different in the aftermath, knowing he's watching on a screen.
it's not bad—actually, it's kind of exciting, voyeuristic in a thrilling sort of way. ]
I'll do this more for you, then.
[ it's something, anyway, for those times when they can't be together. ]
[ the sight of reki's red cheeks has langa brushing his thumb along his screen. cooing a soft, ] Cute. [ as he does so.
he not so stealthily takes a screenshot just because. then realizes he still has that mess on his hand and reaches for a tissue from his bedside table to wipe himself off. ]
Langa, [ reki protests. he knows exactly what he's fucking up to. now his face is an even deeper red. really, he should tear into him for that unsolicited screenshot, but...
honestly, he's too busy looking at all those sculpted muscles on his screen, that pale skin and those breath-takingly vivid blue eyes.
[ he hums innocently, acting as though he hadn't been caught. the compliment does make him smile, feeling a hint of pride. although he receives a lot of comments for his looks, they don't hold the same weight compared to when reki gives them. ]
I do feel pretty lucky.
[ for completely different reasons. ]
Yeah, are we gonna skate at the park before heading to your place?
Yeah, I betcha do... [ reki grumbles. but it's fine. he has just enough energy left to add a wicked little twist to his smile, his heavy eyes turned dark as something less innocent crosses his mind. ]
We'll see if you're good.
[ it's obvious by the slow way he says it that he doesn't have much faith. ]
[ his brows raise a little as he notes the slight change in reki's expression. how can someone look so innocent one second and so... not, in the next? ]
I'm always good.
[ langa straight up lies, giving a lazy smirk in return. ]
[ yeah, he's lying, but he gets away with it because reki likes the way that smirk looks on him. not like he's not doing the same thing right back, sliding his tongue over his lips until they shine in the dull light. ]
I'd like to see it. Make it through a whole day of school, no pressing up against me, no fucking around under the desks, no being late to class 'cause you've got your tongue down my throat...
[ hearing all of these ... "requirements" to being good has the smirk on langa's face falling. there's no way to hide how much he dislikes this plan. as we all know, he has a history of being really bad in holding back, so...
[ obviously, reki's the brains of this operation, so it falls on him to figure out the logistics. langa can watch his precious redhead spin his wheels for a second before he comes up with: ]
We could trade classroom clean-up with whoever's on tomorrow.
[ reki can't help but turn red at that. it makes him think of all those times before any of this ever began, when he could feel langa's eyes on him during class. at least now he knows what he was thinking about. ]
It's too close to the door. You'll have to fuck me on the teacher's desk.
[ at least reki knows well enough now to know they're gonna fuck on his desk, no matter what he says. so much for that talk about keeping it discreet or whatever. like he even cares anymore at this point. ]
And everyone thinks I'm the bad influence. We'll see.
[ langa's certain no one even really pays attention to them these days. not anymore anyway. which is a great thing since it means more opportunities for them to get away with their very risky and indecent acts. ]
Fine, I guess...
[ the worst part for langa will always be saying goodbye. even if they are technically seeing each other first thing tomorrow... ]
[ reki rolls on to his side, opposite langa. this way, it's almost like they're there together, laying just like they always do when it's time to pass out in each other's arms. it's not even on purpose; it's habit now. ]
You're tired. If you don't go to sleep now, you're gonna be a grump all day.
[ yeah, yeah, okay. not like langa is the only one who would turn into a grump if he hasn't had enough sleep.
but even with his eyelids growing heavier by the second, he continues to stare at reki on his screen. not planning on being the one to hang up or say goodbye. ]
[ it's not like reki can look away either—or stop smiling for that matter. he likes langa in all his incarnations, but this one is particularly sweet and precious. ]
[ he makes another noncommittal sound, with that small part of him still trying to fight sleep. how can he fall sleep right now when reki's smiling like that at him...
but eventually, without ending the call, langa falls into slumber without even realizing it. ]
[ it feels wrong to hang up even when langa stills and goes quiet, so he doesn't. his voice gets lower and he closes his own eyes, but he keeps talking, murmuring, ] I love you so much, we'll be together soon.
[ eventually, when he knows that langa is more than fast asleep, he takes one last look at him. perfect and beautiful as ever, a veritable angel in slumber, he whispers one more i love you, hoping it'll carry into his dreams, before he disconnects the call. ]
[ when the following morning comes and the two meet up like usual and go off to attend class, langa does his best to be good just like they discussed last night...
well, not taking into account the good morning kiss they shared before skating off to school, but langa does manage to stay on his best behavior for about... the first four hours. or rather, until lunch break hits. but honestly, he should get a fucking medal for lasting that long. it's fucking difficult when reki's purposely trying to get him riled up during history and math, licking at the edge of his pen, and throwing not-so-subtle come fucking hither glances langa's way, and then smiling to himself in amusement because the fucking demon knows what the fuck he's doing to him.
so the moment langa gets reki all to himself, because thankfully no one else comes up on the rooftop but them, langa crowds him against the shaded wall, and without any preamble, he presses their lips together in a searing, almost desperate kiss. ]
[ it's not entirely his fault that he's been a fucking terrorist all day long. that morning kiss was sweet as it's ever been, broken off only by langa pointing out that they were gonna be late. which they were, but in that moment, reki's brain helpfully supplied, oh, he's just saying that because he's getting sick of you, and now that's been haunting him all goddamn day.
it makes no sense, but it also feels very, very good to watch langa's eyes narrow in pain across the aisle every time he rubs his pen against his pouted lips. it's as reassuring as it is fun, and soon he can't stop, not even when the boy in front of him clears his throat and whispers that he's being a little distracting. fuck him.
by the time lunch rolls around, reki would be a fool if he didn't know what's coming, but he still manages to be surprised by the ferocity langa comes at him with. it's so hard to keep track of it when he can't feel it exactly like this, but fuck is it a relief when he has it, his legs opening up to invite him in as his fingers grab up fistfuls of his shirt. ]
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it's not bad—actually, it's kind of exciting, voyeuristic in a thrilling sort of way. ]
I'll do this more for you, then.
[ it's something, anyway, for those times when they can't be together. ]
I liked it too... Watching you.
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he not so stealthily takes a screenshot just because. then realizes he still has that mess on his hand and reaches for a tissue from his bedside table to wipe himself off. ]
I might ask for this every night.
[ is said half... seriously. ]
But nothing beats being with you.
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honestly, he's too busy looking at all those sculpted muscles on his screen, that pale skin and those breath-takingly vivid blue eyes.
he gives the most resigned sigh. ]
You're lucky you're so fucking fine. Ugh.
[ still crabby, he grumblingly adds: ]
My place tomorrow?
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[ he hums innocently, acting as though he hadn't been caught. the compliment does make him smile, feeling a hint of pride. although he receives a lot of comments for his looks, they don't hold the same weight compared to when reki gives them. ]
I do feel pretty lucky.
[ for completely different reasons. ]
Yeah, are we gonna skate at the park before heading to your place?
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We'll see if you're good.
[ it's obvious by the slow way he says it that he doesn't have much faith. ]
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I'm always good.
[ langa straight up lies, giving a lazy smirk in return. ]
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[ yeah, he's lying, but he gets away with it because reki likes the way that smirk looks on him. not like he's not doing the same thing right back, sliding his tongue over his lips until they shine in the dull light. ]
I'd like to see it. Make it through a whole day of school, no pressing up against me, no fucking around under the desks, no being late to class 'cause you've got your tongue down my throat...
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he narrows his eyes. ]
What am I getting for being good again?
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There's no reward, we'll just go skating after school instead of rushing home to fuck all night.
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langa thinks on this for a moment as if weighing his options. ]
What if we fuck after school, go skating, and then rush home.
[ he says it more like a statement than a suggestion. ]
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Where are we fucking in this scenario?
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I'm sure we'll find a good spot somewhere.
[ admittedly, he hasn't thought that far ahead. although the idea of fucking in an empty classroom does sound very nice. ]
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We could trade classroom clean-up with whoever's on tomorrow.
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and when reki comes up with their great plan for tomorrow, langa actually beams, impressed by his big brained boyfriend. ]
Yeah, let's do that. Always wanted to fuck you on your desk.
[ hopefully they'll remember to actually do some cleaning... ]
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It's too close to the door. You'll have to fuck me on the teacher's desk.
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Where's the fun in that?
[ he teases. ]
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And everyone thinks I'm the bad influence. We'll see.
[ they both know that's not true. ]
Let's get some sleep, nasty.
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[ langa's certain no one even really pays attention to them these days. not anymore anyway. which is a great thing since it means more opportunities for them to get away with their very risky and indecent acts. ]
Fine, I guess...
[ the worst part for langa will always be saying goodbye. even if they are technically seeing each other first thing tomorrow... ]
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[ reki rolls on to his side, opposite langa. this way, it's almost like they're there together, laying just like they always do when it's time to pass out in each other's arms. it's not even on purpose; it's habit now. ]
You're tired. If you don't go to sleep now, you're gonna be a grump all day.
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[ yeah, yeah, okay. not like langa is the only one who would turn into a grump if he hasn't had enough sleep.
but even with his eyelids growing heavier by the second, he continues to stare at reki on his screen. not planning on being the one to hang up or say goodbye. ]
I sleep better when I'm with you...
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I'm right here, babe. Close your eyes.
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but eventually, without ending the call, langa falls into slumber without even realizing it. ]
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[ eventually, when he knows that langa is more than fast asleep, he takes one last look at him. perfect and beautiful as ever, a veritable angel in slumber, he whispers one more i love you, hoping it'll carry into his dreams, before he disconnects the call. ]
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well, not taking into account the good morning kiss they shared before skating off to school, but langa does manage to stay on his best behavior for about... the first four hours. or rather, until lunch break hits. but honestly, he should get a fucking medal for lasting that long. it's fucking difficult when reki's purposely trying to get him riled up during history and math, licking at the edge of his pen, and throwing not-so-subtle come fucking hither glances langa's way, and then smiling to himself in amusement because the fucking demon knows what the fuck he's doing to him.
so the moment langa gets reki all to himself, because thankfully no one else comes up on the rooftop but them, langa crowds him against the shaded wall, and without any preamble, he presses their lips together in a searing, almost desperate kiss. ]
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it makes no sense, but it also feels very, very good to watch langa's eyes narrow in pain across the aisle every time he rubs his pen against his pouted lips. it's as reassuring as it is fun, and soon he can't stop, not even when the boy in front of him clears his throat and whispers that he's being a little distracting. fuck him.
by the time lunch rolls around, reki would be a fool if he didn't know what's coming, but he still manages to be surprised by the ferocity langa comes at him with. it's so hard to keep track of it when he can't feel it exactly like this, but fuck is it a relief when he has it, his legs opening up to invite him in as his fingers grab up fistfuls of his shirt. ]
Langa, [ he murmurs between kisses. ] Public.
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