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“Hey Reki, do you wanna sleep over this weekend?” Langa’s voice was tentative, though Reki didn’t know why. They had slept over at each others’ houses plenty of times after S.
“Sure,” he said, glancing over at his best friend. Langa was leaning up against the chain link fence, fully occupied with his lunch. Langa was beautiful, objectively. All the girls in school sighed over him. But he was also beautiful subjectively. Reki would never get tired of looking at him. He shook his head, looking back down at his own lunch but the vision of Langa chewing thoughtfully while loose strands of his hair fell in front of his face was burned into his brain. They ate lunch every day like this, but Reki always found himself staring and staring and staring as if it was a wonder that Langa was sitting with him at all. Maybe it was.
“My mom is out of town this weekend, so…” Langa spoke again after swallowing down a bite of food. Reki was not watching the line of his throat move, he wasn’t .
Oh , he thought helplessly. And then he tried to shove down all the implications of what that would mean in other circumstances. They were just friends, Langa didn’t mean anything by it.
“Sounds good,” he said out loud, and took a massive bite of his own food to distract him from the growing blush rising in his cheeks.
The weekend came faster than he had expected. He was so preoccupied with a big test during the week, and then S on Saturday that by the time night came, he was wholly unprepared to remember their plans.
He tried to keep the heat from reaching his face as he held onto Langa on the back of the scooter. He forced himself to keep his head looking forward against the impulse to smother himself in Langa’s shoulder.
When they arrived at Langa’s apartment, Reki could feel himself sweating and he used the small space of time when Langa was unlocking the door to wipe his hands on his pants. It did nothing to help the clamminess and Reki only felt more nervous. They had sleepovers constantly, he didn’t know why he was getting so unnerved all of a sudden, but he couldn’t shake the nagging sensation that this was different. It was just them, it was different.
He followed Langa inside, and they silently went through the motions of getting ready for bed. It was late after all, and they were both exhausted. It wasn’t often that either of them were able to stay awake for long after S.
Reki fished his toothbrush out of his bag and trudged wordlessly behind Langa toward the bathroom. He borrowed some of Langa’s toothpaste and reveled in how domestic it felt to be brushing their teeth together at the same sink, their reflections staring back at them in the same mirror. He caught Langa’s eye in the mirror and smirked around his toothbrush, elbowing Langa playfully. Langa shoved him back, his eyes shining with mirth in the mirror.
Reki watched as Langa spit into the sink and then carefully rinsed his mouth out. Something like that shouldn’t be as hot as it was but the water that dripped off of Langa’s face and the way he used the back of his sleeve to wipe it away as he stepped back for Reki to have a turn made Reki’s stomach flutter with heat and want. Langa was so hot in everything that he did, even the gross mundane things.
They made it back to Langa’s room, where Langa searched his messy floor for clean sleep clothes. Reki peeled off his sweatshirt, adding it to the mess on the floor and Langa glared at him half-heartedly as he picked up a worn t-shirt from a corner of his room. Reki let out a huff of amusement, turning away as Langa changed. He didn’t need to fuel his already delirious fantasy any more, and seeing Langa shirtless in the soft lighting of his bedroom would surely push him to something he’d regret. He instead focused on shoving his own pants down, leaving him in just his boxers, and shuffling into Langa’s covers. He stared intently at his phone until he felt the bed dip beside him, signalling that it was safe to look now.
“Move over,” Langa shoved at him lightly, and Reki only spread himself out more, sending a teasing glance at him. Langa huffed in annoyance, but the edges of his mouth were tilting upward and Reki knew he wasn’t actually annoyed.
“Rekiiiii,” Langa whined before Reki could zone out on his mouth, “M’tired, move.”
Reki only grinned up at him and moved his limbs to starfish on top of the bed. Langa huffed again, prodding Reki in the side with his finger, but Reki only grinned wider.
“Reki, c’mon,” he tried one last time, and when Reki still didn’t move, he paused for a second, considering. Reki watched the gears turn in his head slowly and he watched as a look of resigned determination fell over his face. Then- then he flopped down on top of Reki and snuggled into him.
Reki felt frozen. He could feel Langa’s breath, soft on his neck, and Langa’s hair tickled the side of his face. Langa’s body was a warm line against him, their chests pressed together and their shoulders aligned. And then Langa wrapped his arms around Reki and moved so their legs were tangled together and Reki felt his heartbeat skyrocket as he tried to process what was happening. He tentatively brought his own arms up to wrap around Langa’s torso. It wasn’t the first time they’d cuddled, far from it in fact, but it had never been like this. Reki had never felt Langa’s limp weight on top of him, he had never been able to feel every breath that Langa took. He moved to push his face into Langa’s neck and breathe in. Langa smelled kind of dirty, like sweat and the rocks at S and his day old shirt. It was intoxicating and Reki had to stop himself from inhaling harder. They lay like that for a few minutes, just breathing together silently.
“Reki?” Langa finally spoke, his voice muffled by the pillow and by Reki’s shirt. Reki could feel his mouth moving against his shoulder and he suppressed a shudder at the thought of Langa’s lips there.
“Yeah?” he breathed out quietly.
“Can I tell you something?” Langa’s voice came out small and unsure and Reki felt his heart beating harder.
“Yeah.”
“Reki?” Langa squeezed him a little tighter and burrowed his head further into Reki’s shoulder as if he thought Reki wouldn’t let him hold him after whatever he said, as if he had to savor this while it lasted. Like Reki would ever push him away.
“Mmhmm?” Reki ran his hand soothingly across Langa’s back, hoping that it would make Langa less nervous to tell him what was on his mind. He felt Langa shiver.
“I really like you,” he said and Reki stuttered in his movements, his heart beating somehow harder. He resumed his stroking and didn’t bother to squash down the hope rising up in his chest.
“I like you too,” he whispered, and he felt Langa shift on top of him as he turned his head toward Reki. Reki turned his head too and they were so so close. Langa’s eyes were magnificent up close. Blue and clear and a little frightened. They were so close that Reki almost couldn’t see past Langa’s nose to his lips and he could feel his hot breath on his face. He blinked, and then blinked again, trying to make his brain process what was happening.
“No,” Langa said, making a frustrated noise in his throat. Reki wanted to kiss his throat so bad, so bad. Maybe Langa would let him. “I really, really like you. Like… like in that way. As… as more than just friends.”
“Yeah,” Reki couldn’t stop the smile that overtook his face, “I like you too. Like that.” He knew his face was bright red, but so was Langa’s and his heart was beating so hard, so loud, and his stomach felt fluttery and settled all at once. He watched Langa process his words, almost disbelieving as he wrapped his mind around them. Then, slowly, a small smile crept over his face and Reki felt like he could die right then and there because fuck Langa was so so beautiful and he liked him back. Langa liked him back. He felt his own smile stretch wider.
“Reki?” Langa asked again, and Reki watched the corners of his eyes crinkle a little and he wanted to kiss them and kiss the smile that caused them. Maybe he was allowed to now. Maybe Langa would let him now.
“Yeah?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Reiki didn’t bother with responding, he couldn’t help himself. Langa’s lips were right there and he had been staring at them for months and now Langa was offering them to him and he just couldn’t help himself. He gently shifted forward and pressed a quick kiss against Langa’s mouth. It was chaste and short and small but it was everything Reki had been dreaming of and now that he had it he wanted so much more, but he waited for Langa’s approval before diving back in. He was reckless, but he wouldn’t let himself be reckless here. Langa was important, he wanted to be careful and deliberate with Langa.
Langa didn’t waste much time, Reki had barely pulled back before he was chasing after Reki’s lips. He pressed a searing kiss to them and Reki felt himself forget how to breathe. Langa’s lips were slightly chapped and the peeling skin scraped against Reki’s lips as he pushed his mouth harder against Langa’s. Their noses bumped awkwardly and Reki’s neck hurt from the weird angle and Langa was getting a little too heavy on top of him but he just pressed forward more, kissing Langa with everything he had. His arms tightened around Langa and his whole body felt warm.
Langa finally pulled away, removing a hand from Reki’s waist to rub gingerly at his neck. Reki felt the ache of the angle in his own neck, but he didn’t want to stop looking at Langa. Now that he was allowed to. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop staring now. Langa was so so beautiful.
He shifted them, a bit reluctantly, so that they were laying side by side. Before Langa could settle into the pillow, though, he tugged him closer so that they were still pressed against each other, so that they were still unbelievably close, so that Reki had to lean his head back a little in order to see Langa’s kiss-swollen lips. He pressed another kiss to Langa’s mouth, chaste and quick, and Langa hummed contentedly.
“Langa,” he said, kissing him again, and then again for good measure, “Wanna be my boyfriend?” Another kiss, and another. And another.
“Reki,” Langa huffed and moved his hand to cover Reki’s mouth. “Let me speak,” he said again, when Reki licked his hand to get him to move it. “Yeah, I wanna be your boyfriend.”
Reki moved his own hand up to tug Langa’s away from his face and he surged forward, kissing Langa again, hard. He pressed his fingers into the pulse point in Langa’s wrist and used his other arm to pull Langa flush against him. Langa’s mouth was hot against his and he melted into it. He shuddered a little when Langa tilted his head just right and pressed just that much further into him. He felt hot and a little sweaty but altogether wonderful. He felt Langa’s free hand grip at the back of his t-shirt and Reki pressed his fingers into Langa’s pulse point again. He felt Langa’s breath stutter against his mouth at the pressure and Reki felt light headed and almost giddy.
He pulled back a little to catch his breath and he listened with rising pride at Langa’s breathlessness. He could feel Langa’s breath, hot and shallow against his face. He let go of Langa’s wrist, moving his hand instead to tangle into his hair, brushing gently through the blue strands. It was a little greasy with sweat but oh so soft and Reki wanted to keep his hand there forever.
He pushed forward to capture Langa’s lips again and he felt it when Langa’s breath hitched. He pulled lightly at Langa’s hair, reveling in the way it made Langa’s entire body stutter. Langa pressed his mouth hot and hard against Reki’s and Reki let out an embarrassing groan when he felt Langa’s tongue brush against his bottom lip. He automatically parted his lips, tugging a little more on Langa’s hair, but instead of pushing his tongue into Reki’s mouth, he took his bottom lip between his teeth and drew his head back. Reki wasn’t sure what sound came out of his mouth, but he felt himself flush at it as Langa smothered it with another searing kiss. Reki pressed his own tongue forward, swiping it across the seam of Langa’s mouth and Langa’s body stuttered again, pulling Reki even closer. He moaned into Reki’s mouth when Reki pushed his tongue forward again, past Langa’s pliant lips. He could taste the roof of his mouth and feel the ridges of his teeth and he could feel Langa squirming beneath him, breathless and keening noises falling through the corners of their mouths. Reki groaned again when Langa sucked lightly on his tongue. His hands were in fists at the back of Reki’s t-shirt and Reki’s hands were lost in his hair and the air felt sticky and hot around them.
Reki pulled back and Langa whined at the loss of contact and Reki ducked his head down toward Langa’s neck. He ran his mouth up the line of Langa’s throat, and he felt Langa suck in a breath as he reached the joint between his jaw and his neck. Reki bit down on the spot, sucking lightly, and Langa’s breathing got harder, little moans slipping out here and there.
“Reki,” he said, and he sounded so absolutely wrecked, and Reki sucked a little harder, “Nnng- Reki, hold on.” And Reki reluctantly pulled away from his neck, staring down at Langa with concern in his eyes. “Just,” Langa breathed out, “don’t leave a mark.”
Reki grinned at him and dove back in, pressing a hot kiss to Langa’s mouth before trailing wet kisses down his jaw. He went back to nibbling and sucking at his throat and he soaked in all the small noises that Langa let loose. He bit the junction where Langa’s shoulder met his neck and Langa let out an embarrassingly loud and incredibly hot moan. Langa squirmed relentlessly under as Reki mouthed along his collarbones like he had imagined doing so many times. Langa’s legs hiked up against his own, and Reki shuddered at the feeling of Langa’s toes brushing against his coarse leg hair. Langa moved his foot up and down Reki’s leg and Reki bit hard on Langa’s shoulder in retaliation. It made Langa squirm even more, the leg between Reki’s shifting up, up, up until-
Reki had been so lost in getting his mouth on Langa, he hadn’t even realized he was getting hard. His head dropped to Langa’s shoulder as he let out a loud groan. Suddenly, his boxers felt very, very tight. Langa froze underneath him, seemingly realizing what he had just done. Reki took a deep breath and then lifted his head to look at Langa whose eyes were wide. He stared for a long time at Reki and then a horrible smirk overtook his face and he pushed his knee up again.
“Ahh..” Reki gave up on trying to hold his head up when Langa pressed his knee into Reki’s crotch a third time, letting his head drop back to Langa’s shoulder, muffling his moans in Langa’s shirt.
“Is this okay?” Langa whispered into Reki’s ear and Reki shuddered again. He nodded and pressed his face further into Langa’s shoulder as Langa pressed his knee up again and again and again.
“Hhhhh… Langaa, can.. can we.. nng..” Reki said into Langa’s shoulder, “hold on, just..” Langa stopped his movements and waited as Reki took several moments to untangle his thoughts through his lust clouded haze.
“What do you want?” Langa said when Reki finally lifted his head. Langa’s eyes were dark and heady and Reki felt undone in front of them. He knew he looked wrecked, he could feel the heat on his face and he could feel how fuzzy his brain was and he knew that Langa could see it on his face.
“Move your leg,” he murmured and then swung his leg over both of Langa’s, straddling him in one movement. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Langa’s mouth and Langa hummed his confusion into his mouth. And then Reki rolled his hips down, a sure and purposeful movement and he felt Langa short-circuit under him. Langa’s whole body twitched, and he could feel it against his mouth as Langa groaned. He pulled back to look at Langa’s flushed face, his eyes shut tight, and Langa’s hands found their way back into a tight grip in Reki’s shirt.
“Is this okay?” he parroted Langa’s earlier question, hovering over him with uncertainty. Langa blinked up at him, a little dazed already, and nodded. His hands slid up Reki’s back and into his hair as Langa pulled him down into a wet and desperate kiss. He rolled his hips again and Langa twitched again, his whole body shaking as he clung to Reki. He pushed his hips upward this time, meeting Reki’s thrust halfway and Reki broke their kiss with a groan, panting into Langa’s mouth.
They fell into a lazy rhythm, sloppily rutting against each other with increasing desperation. Reki brought his mouth back down to Langa’s neck, leaving open mouthed, directionless kisses against his skin. It seemed to work for Langa though, who was absolutely gone with pleasure under Reki. His breathing was hard and fast and every time Reki’s dick rubbed against his own through the thin fabric of their boxers, he let out a high pitched whine that Reki felt all the way down to his toes.
“Ahh.. hh.. Reki..” Langa pulled at Reki’s hair, lifting Reki’s head enough for him to see Langa, panting and red-faced, eyebrows pinched together in rising pleasure, “Reki.. m’close.” He made the high pitched noise again and Reki could feel it in his gut, where he could feel the heat pooling and building and threatening to tip him over the edge. And Langa was so so beautiful.
“ Fuck , Langa,” he stuttered out, tipping his head down so that his nose was pressed against Langa’s cheek, “ God , you’re so beautiful.”
And that was what did it for Langa. Reki felt him exhale loudly, eyes pinching shut, hands tightening their grip in Reki’s hair. He thrust up one, two more times and then Reki could feel him twitching against him, and Reki watched wide eyed, still rutting erratically downward, as Langa came undone beneath him. He coaxed Langa through his orgasm, and then settled beside him as Langa came back from his clouded haze.
“Holy shit,” Langa finally breathed out, turning to look at Reki with a breathtaking grin.
“Yeahh-hnnn,” Reki was cut off as Langa placed his palm right on his dick through his boxers. This was better than anything he had ever felt and he immediately felt the heat pooling in his gut again. Langa leaned over and sucked his earlobe into his mouth. Reki involuntarily jerked his hips up into Langa’s hand and his eyes fell shut as he let out a loud groan at the pressure. He was so close, so close, so close. If Langa would just-
Langa’s hand shifted, moving down into the fabric. The skin of his hand was rough and calloused from all the falls when they were skating and Reki felt himself shudder at the touch of skin against skin. Langa kissed along Reki’s jaw as his hand began stroking Reki hard and fast and almost desperate. Reki keened. He felt hot and sweaty and good , so good. It was sloppy and uneven and if it were anyone else, Reki probably could have held it together, but it was Langa and in a matter of minutes, his hips were stuttering and his head was falling back onto the pillow with a moan and Langa stroked him through it until Reki was pushing his hand away from overstimulation. And then, before Reki even had a chance to worry about the inevitable mess they’d just made, Langa was kissing him. Hard and wet and happy.
When they finally pulled apart, Reki watched with heated fascination as Langa wiped his hand off on his shirt, took off the shirt, threw it to the other side of the room. He followed Langa and his bare torso with his eyes as Langa lifted himself carefully off the bed. He blinked as Langa extended an arm to Reki to help him up too, and Reki took it, gingerly standing as he felt the wet patch in his boxers run against him uncomfortably.
“Do you want to borrow some of mine?” Langa asked, fingers reaching out to trace the waistband. Reki nodded, not trusting his voice, and followed Langa as they cleaned themselves off and changed.
When they fell back into the bed, Reki took the opportunity to pull Langa close to him, burying his face in Langa’s hair. They fit together so nicely like that, so perfectly, and Reki felt his heartbeat hard in his chest.
“You think your mom will go out of town for a night again anytime soon?” he said into Langa’s hair and Langa laughed and Reki felt it along his whole body with how close they were laying. He let the grin take over his face, reaching his hand up to run his fingers through Langa’s hair. It was more sweaty now and the thought made Reki grin wider.
“I really, really like you, Langa,” he whispered.
“I really, really like you too,” Langa whispered back, and tilted his head up to press a kiss to Reki’s lips.