[ 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. ]
[ reki's warning (?) falls on deaf ears as langa remains preoccupied with claiming those lips that have been driving him insane all damn morning, working his jaw as he devours reki like his favorite fucking meal. kissing him deeper and deeper as he presses him back against the wall.
they're not even by the door anyway so what the fuck is there to worry about? is what langa probably would've said if he had heard him; that response also being a clear indicator of how frustrated he is at this point.
with those legs spread for him though, langa takes this opportunity to drag his palm between reki's thighs, boldly cupping him against the fabric of his pants, and palming him roughly until he can feel reki hardening in his hold. yeah, it's payback time, bitch. ]
Langa! [ reki hisses, meant to not just chastise langa, but himself too. it's one thing to be this reckless in public, but fuck, reki doesn't have to be such a slut for it either. too bad neither langa nor his body are listening to whatever sense he's failing to talk into both parties, because it isn't long before langa has him rock hard in his school trousers, his face red enough to signal everyone who passes by exactly what's going on here. ]
C'mon, man, don't do this. I was only playing around.
[ he says, even though he's reaching for langa's belt, making quick work of it with those dextrous fingers of his. it's like he's caught between two impossibly undeniable impulses: his paranoia and this burning lust that's making him move in ways that will prove to be his fucking end if anyone catches them like this.
between every kiss, he tries again. yes, he knows langa's not listening, but MAYBE... ]
[ it's reki actually saying the words don't do this that sets langa off kilter. even if reki's actions are telling him otherwise, like those burning kisses and those quick fingers loosening his belt in record time.
but what if people see? what if people were to see them, huh...? langa's mind tries to grasp the gravity of such a thing happening between them. if they were accidentally caught together like this, then what? if he's the one at fault for everyone finding out about their relationship, does that mean reki might not... want to see him anymore? would he break up with him?
it's that thought that has langa suddenly reeling back, abruptly pulling away from reki's lips while his other hand grasps at the fingers at his belt. langa looks so fucking devastated with an overflowing measure of guilt as he speaks, ]
Sorry... I'm sorry. Reki.
[ the thought of losing reki is a lot scarier than having to suffer through blue balls. ]
[ color him surprised again. langa actually listens. reki's not expecting it at all, and he's doubly unprepared for the whirlwind of emotion that unleashes.
the look on langa's face is devastating. awful. he can't stand to see it. immediately, reki drops the funny look on his face too, twisting it into something more compassionate, just as harrowingly apologetic. ]
No, no, no, hey...
[ his voice has softened considerably, that hand not stopped by his belt lifting to frame one of langa's cheeks. ]
No sorries. I'm just as guilty. And... I don't wanna stop.
[ he just doesn't want to be here. but where? and now what are they going to do about this situation langa's created in his school pants? he thinks and thinks and thinks until he comes in clutch with a smirk. ]
[ sure, langa has a tendency to do whatever he sets his mind to—especially if it only concerns himself, whether he may end up breaking his body, then that's his own responsibility. but when it comes to something as sensitive as being intimate with reki, of course langa's going to listen if reki tells him no. he loves reki too much and wants to make sure that he doesn't scare him with how much he wants him in every way.
there is a bit of relief in knowing that reki doesn't want this to end too soon. so when he's being told to turn around, langa does so without question or hesitation. and now that he's facing away from reki, he tries to fix his belt a little, afraid that his pants might fall and reveal his own undeniable erection... ]
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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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they're not even by the door anyway so what the fuck is there to worry about? is what langa probably would've said if he had heard him; that response also being a clear indicator of how frustrated he is at this point.
with those legs spread for him though, langa takes this opportunity to drag his palm between reki's thighs, boldly cupping him against the fabric of his pants, and palming him roughly until he can feel reki hardening in his hold. yeah, it's payback time, bitch. ]
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C'mon, man, don't do this. I was only playing around.
[ he says, even though he's reaching for langa's belt, making quick work of it with those dextrous fingers of his. it's like he's caught between two impossibly undeniable impulses: his paranoia and this burning lust that's making him move in ways that will prove to be his fucking end if anyone catches them like this.
between every kiss, he tries again. yes, he knows langa's not listening, but MAYBE... ]
What if people see?
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but what if people see? what if people were to see them, huh...? langa's mind tries to grasp the gravity of such a thing happening between them. if they were accidentally caught together like this, then what? if he's the one at fault for everyone finding out about their relationship, does that mean reki might not... want to see him anymore? would he break up with him?
it's that thought that has langa suddenly reeling back, abruptly pulling away from reki's lips while his other hand grasps at the fingers at his belt. langa looks so fucking devastated with an overflowing measure of guilt as he speaks, ]
Sorry... I'm sorry. Reki.
[ the thought of losing reki is a lot scarier than having to suffer through blue balls. ]
Fuck, I should've just waited...
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the look on langa's face is devastating. awful. he can't stand to see it. immediately, reki drops the funny look on his face too, twisting it into something more compassionate, just as harrowingly apologetic. ]
No, no, no, hey...
[ his voice has softened considerably, that hand not stopped by his belt lifting to frame one of langa's cheeks. ]
No sorries. I'm just as guilty. And... I don't wanna stop.
[ he just doesn't want to be here. but where? and now what are they going to do about this situation langa's created in his school pants? he thinks and thinks and thinks until he comes in clutch with a smirk. ]
Turn around.
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there is a bit of relief in knowing that reki doesn't want this to end too soon. so when he's being told to turn around, langa does so without question or hesitation. and now that he's facing away from reki, he tries to fix his belt a little, afraid that his pants might fall and reveal his own undeniable erection... ]