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A lot had transpired before the final beef of the skating tournament at S. So much that Langa hadn't quite had the time to ponder over his potential feelings. Though, during that time he did have a revelation of a kind. He had come to the realization that Reki - oh God, Reki - had brought a little more than a new hobby into his life. Langas head spun at the thought of the boy, his best friend. His best friend who made every single thing sound fun and exciting. His best friend, the one who had made him smile for the first time in so, so long. His first best friend.
It had been weeks since the beef with Adam had taken place. Reki had invited him over for the weekend for a sleepover. Nothing unusual. Nothing to stress over. Nothing to make Langa's heart beat faster. Ever since he'd thought about the possibility of liking- Oh God he could barely come to terms with it, let alone face Reki after his revelation.
Reki sat next to him in class, where he always sat. This was nothing to stress over. Not something that should make Langas heartbeat quicken its pace. God, it felt as though he was back at S facing Adam. No. Scratch that, this was worse. The way Reki would scrunch his nose, the funny faces he would make while doodling. The way his mouth would form into a pout when he would get bored, the nervous habits. Reki would spin his pencil around his fingers, tap his foot anxiously, and create intricate lines that formed beautiful drawings in his notebook. He was cute. Too cute. So cute, it made Langa drown in his own sweat. Breathless, Langa was able to watch Reki from a front row seat. Often, Reki would catch him looking, and Langa would turn away quickly. He had to be careful, but he couldn't stop staring.
It was literature, or so Langa thinks, he doesn't quite remember. Too caught up in his own thoughts, watching this angel spill beautiful imagery into his notebooks. Langa had never thought he wanted tattoos until this very moment. The idea of having something created by Reki permanently imprinted in his skin made his heart skip a beat- god, he was in too deep. The way Reki was able to concentrate on drawing had surprised Langa. At first, he had thought Reki took many pauses, and sat at his desk restlessly trying to focus on the task at hand. In reality, Reki could sit there for hours dooling, and Langa would happily sit there watching while he did so.
“Langa. Are you still with us?” Oh shit. Langas´ eyes darted over to his teacher, who stood there unimpressed. The rest of their classmates snickered to themselves whilst Langa sunk back in his chair. Damn Reki and his good looks. Damn his lack of self control. Damn his teacher for being so observant.
“Yes, sorry,” Langa squeaked quietly. That seemed to be enough for the teacher, Langa couldn't quite remember her name, who scoffed and turned her attention back to the lesson.
“Dude, way to go,” Reki snickered. Damn him. Couldn't he see it was his fault. Langa gave him a sour look in response, which only made Reki snicker more.
It was embarrassing as hell, being caught staring at you cru- oh God - by your teacher nonetheless. Langa was so thankful when the class ended shortly after his humiliation fest. What Langa wasn't thankful for, however, was the way Reki brought it up. Slinging an arm around Langa's shoulder and laughing loudly in his ear with that gorgeous throaty laugh that made Langa weak in the knees.
“Langa, my dude,” Reki chuckled, “what was that in class, I totally missed it?” he asked. God, was he supposed to explain that? The way Reki basically forced Langas eyes to look at him? No. No way.
“I just got distracted, that's all.” Langa hoped the conversation could end there. Maybe his life could end too, if he got lucky.
“You gotta get better at making it seem like you're listening, dude, you're way too easy to read,” Reki laughed.
“Really?” Langa always thought he barely expressed himself, often forgetting to do something with his face.
“Totally, well, not really,” Reki said, looking like he was figuring it out himself as well, “Well it's like, like, your body language says it all, y´know?” langa shook his head. No. He didn't know. “Well, it doesn't matter,” he said, laughing it off. It does matter, Langa thought. What if Reki was able to see how much he- oh no, what if he had already noticed.
Thankfully, what he thought had been literature but was actually math, marked the end of their school day. They made their way to the school parking lot, where Langa had parked his bike. It wasn't often that Langa drove to school, but today Reki had especially requested it. Personally, Langa would've been happy skating home with Reki, but he wasn't about to miss the chance of Reki wrapping his arms around Langa. Speaking of which, they got on top of Langa's bike that had a bit of a hard time starting up, but they managed.
The scenery passed by in a blur. Langa was used to the busy streets of Canada, he never quite liked driving amongst all that traffic, so he appreciated the quiet roads of Okinawa. Though, Langa tended to get distracted during quiet drives where he didn't have much to focus on. He would fall asleep, even in busy traffic. The quiet also got him thinking. Thinking was bad. Thinking about your best friends muscular arms wrapped around your waist and giving you butterflies and making you sweat and oh God- that, that was even worse. So Langa tried not to think about it. He really, really tried not to think about the way Reki was pressed up so, so, so damn close to him. Reki's chest was right up against his back, and God, langa hoped he wasn't sweating through his shirt.
They were going to S that day. There was going to be a race between JOE and Cherry, which both Reki and Langa were super excited for. It was an obvious fact that the two were amazing elite skaters, but they rarely held a beef against one another. So, it was a once in a lifetime experience. They arranged so that Langa would be sleeping over at Reki's house, so that they could sneak off in the night and still hang out afterwards. It was a nice plan. It would be fun. Right? Langa had his doubts. It was one thing being around Reki all day, it was a whole other thing to spend the night in his bedroom. Lots of things could go wrong. Knowing himself quite well, he was convinced he was going to screw something up. Whether it was embarrassing himself, or accidentally outing his crush. The latter was obviously worse.
Langa wondered if he was fucked in the head. He had never been very observant, never all that good with people. To make matters worse, he was a bit slow on the uptake, so slow. Langa always felt so awkward, so out of place, so, so, so not… not right. He couldn't even describe it. All of that went away when he was with Reki. It went away when he skated. He couldn't give that up. That's why Reki could never know.
Once they made it to Reki's house, the evening went by fast. They spent most of their time at Reki's garage where Reki fiddled with parts and ranted about a new model he had seen in a magazine. Langa loved listening to Reki speak. There was one problem, though, he couldn't focus. Reiki was so expressive. His words translated all the way from the tone of his voice to his fingertips. The way he worked on the- whatever he was working on, Langa hadn't quite figured that out yet - it made every muscle in his arm flex at one point or another. It was beautiful to watch. Rekis fingers gently working away at the project, they were so big yet they were able to handle such delicate things. Oh how he would be like heaven to touch. Langa wanted to hold him so much it made his heart ache.
“You good man? You've been starin´ at me for the past fifteen minutes,” Reki asked, startling the culprit. Langa felt the heat rise to his face as he looked away quickly. He'd been too careless.
“Sorry.” Shit. He should've denied it. “I'm good,” he added quickly.
“S´ all good man, just checking in,” Reki chuckled. He took a quick glance at the clock behind Langa and his eyes went wide, “Oh shit, the beef,” Reki said, stumbling out of his chair. Panicked, Langa followed suit.
Reki and Langa made a quick escape out of the house and onto Langa's bike, boards in hand. They drove through the quiet streets, engulfed by the darkness. Many of the streetlamps flickered as if this was a horror story. But it was nice. The cold wind blew against their faces, the vizier of the helmet not quite doing its job. Neither of them had a proper jacket, so the cold sweeped down their shirts. Yet Langa felt so, so warm. Reki once again had his arms around him, holding on tightly. Reki was warm. So warm. The heat of his body was enough to keep him warm all the way down to his toes, which usually froze numb when he drove alone. Langa took an odd turn, leading into the abandoned factory. The street instantly became much darker. Surrounded by woods, the side street was easily missed if you didn't know it was there. It was a secluded place. Only known to a few skating enthusiasts. It was special. It was nice.
Today, it was unusually crowded, which was to be expected I guess. It was a pretty special night after all. Langa parked his bike to the side, deciding it best to skate the rest of the way. Miya and Shadow stood alongside the road. It was funny seeing the two together. Shadow being such a big and loud, intimidating person, standing next to tiny, quiet, little Miya. It looked as if a dad was taking his son out for a boys night out. Though, S wasn't exactly an ideal place for father-son bonding. Langa would've still loved to show his dad this place. He wonders if his dad would've enjoyed skating. Maybe he did, when he was Langa's age. The thought made him a little sad. He had loved snowboarding with his dad. When he had died, both snowboarding and life became so, so numb. Like something had gone missing. He felt empty. He had lost his father, and at the same time he lost snowboarding, two things that he loved dearly. Now, now he has Reki, Reiki and skating. Even if his dad could never be replaced, Reiki gave him hope for a better future.
There he was again, getting carried away being sentimental. Reiki had moved over to where Miya and Shadow were talking and joined in on their conversation. Reki always seemed to talk as if it was his last chance to do so. It was pretty impressive. He swung his arms around a lot, exaggerating his words with his hands. It was beautiful. Reki's smile was so wide, excitement bursting at the seams. Langa stood too far away to fully listen in on their conversation, but mentions of JOE and Cherry gave him a rough idea. Speaking of which, the crowd behind them began to grow louder, and the sea of people parted as the two rolled up on their skateboards.
“Yo, S´the men of the hour!” Reiki yelled out and cheered. The so-called “men of the hour” skated past them without a word. Well, Cherry did give him an annoyed glance, at least JOE gave him a smile. “Hmph, they're so rude,” he huffed, getting a snicker out of Miya.
“Maybe if you weren't such a slime- hey!” Miya scoffed when Reki interrupted his insult by grabbing the switch out of his hands. “Damn you, give that back!” Reki only laughed when Miya tried to reach the switch from where Reki held it over his head.
“Oi, Oi, Oi, S`startin`!” Shadow yelled, slapping Reki on the back, causing him to bend down in pain. Thanks to Shadow, Miya was able to get back his switch.
Shadow got them in shape and paying attention to the beef. The only thing they missed was some banter with weird sexual tension, as well as the very beginning of the race. Langa wasn't too sad to have missed that. As much as he tried to focus on the race, Langa´s eyes kept darting over to Reki. Reki, whose eyes were glued to the screen, mesmerized. It was another one of those rare moments when Reki was quiet. Watching people skate, skating, drawing, working on his skateboards, all these things were able to capture Reki`s attention. They were able to make Reki go quiet. It was one of the things Langa liked about him. Oh god. He liked him. He liked him so, so, so much. The thought made Langa swallow hard. Oh how he yearned to be watched by those eyes like that. To be watched by Reki with such admiration, with those eyes, with that face, and with that body, hovering over him, sweat dripping, panting. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Hey, Langa,” Langa heard Reki say, concern coating his voice, “you good, man. You're zoning out again.” Reiki was so close as he spoke. His furrowed brows and small frown showing concern. Oh, those lips. Langa wanted to kiss them.
Langa felt his face heat up. He was about to say something, when he felt a drop of rain fall on his shoulder. Looking up at the sky, the clouds were pretty dark, not to mention dense, you could barely see the sky behind them. That wasn't good. Neither Reki nor Langa had proper clothes on, and they would have to drive home. They were bound to get sick if it started raining. That would be a pain to explain to Reki´s mom. As Langa feared, the rain began to pour quicker by the second, quickly turning into a shower.
“Oh shit,” Reki said. Oh shit indeed. “The race won't be finished.” Seriously? That's what you're concerned about? Langa wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut.
The crowd around voiced their annoyances, most rushing to their cars, not wanting to get wet. From the screen above you could see Cherry and JOE stopping and taking in the weather. Cherry was looking especially annoyed.
“I'll go get em´,” Shadow said, pulling his keys out of his pocket. He waved the two teens goodbye, Miya following. Langa guessed Miya hitched a ride with Shadow.
“What now?” Reiki asked, looking like a defeated puppy. He'd been looking forward to the beef since it had first been announced. Which was only about three days ago, but Reki had a tendency to get overly excited over seemingly meaningless things. Langa wasn't exactly complaining, though. The excitement was contiguous.
“We should head home,” Langa replied plainly, “don't want to get sick, do we?”
Reiki snickered, running a hand through his wet hair, “guess yer´ right!” Oh God- he was so pretty, it hurt a little. His heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. The water dripped down Reki´s face, Reki´s arms, his- Oh God, he was gorgeous.
Langa looked away quickly, probably blushing all the way down his neck. God, he hoped it wasn't noticeable. At least he could blame his red face on the cold rain. The rain that was still pouring down on their necks, they really needed to leave before a storm could arise. The two quickly grabbed their things and began running down the path toward Langa´s bike.
“Eww,” Reki yelled out in disgust, catching Langa´s attention, “the helmet´s wet.” He was holding the helmet upside down, frowning. When he flipped it to cover his head, you could hear an audible squish.
“Gross,” Langa agreed.
Putting on his own helmet, he got to hear the squish from up close. The sound sent shivers down his spine. Gross. The two boys quickly scrambled to get on the bike. For some reason Reki tried to get on first, making the bike almost fall over. It almost gave Langa a heart attack, but Reki only laughed. The laugh was muffled by their helmets, but it still made Langa catch his breath. What was with him today? Langa wondered if he really was going crazy. If hearing Reki laugh was enough to make him heave, what was he going to do? Reki laughs a lot. Langa struggled on getting out of S, making Reki laugh louder. Langa was absolutely fucked. He could feel the vibrations from Reki´s laugh on his back, solidifying how damn close he really was. Once Reki calmed down, Langa could finally calm down. Or so he thought. It was as if Reki was trying to torture him. Reki loosened his hold around Langa. Instead of having his arms around Langa, he brought his hands to Langa´s hips. Reki´s hands rested lightly on top of his hips. That wasn't too bad. It wasn't too bad until Reki started moving his hands, first caressing him with his thumbs, then bringing his hands up his waist. Oh God. It was too much. It was too much contact. Langa swallowed hard, probably blushing. The helmet was cold from all the water, yet his face felt so hot.
Driving in the rain was hard as it is. The rain made it almost impossible to see, raindrops obscure your vision as they cover the vizier. The wet roads were another challenge. One wrong move and you might end up in a ditch. That wasn't something Langa wanted, well, maybe if Reki wasn't here he wouldn't mind that fate. God that was a morbid thought. No matter, langa had to take it slow. The rain made him want to drive faster, but he had to be careful. Getting sick would be the least of their problems if they ended up in a ditch somewhere. So, he took it slow, turning carefully at each curve, making sure the wheels wouldn't start slipping. The slow pace felt agonizing. There was barely any traffic, only a couple cars met them on the way. Langa tried hard to keep his focus on the road and not dying, but he had always known Reki would be the death of him. Thanks to the slow pace the ride home took significantly longer than the drive to S. The rain hit them at an uncomfortable angle, and it was cold, so cold. Even Reki´s body heat wasn't able to keep him warm. He would probably roll up to Reki´s driveway as a popsicle. The cold air was nipping at his skin, his clothes clung onto his body for dear life, and his shoes were soaked. If only he'd brought gloves, Langa thought. His fingers felt as though they were about to fall off, which they probably were.
Finally, after a solid half an hour they made it to Reki´s house. Together, they scrambled with the bike and ran inside, jumping in through Reki´s bedroom window. Reki immediately ripped the shirt off his back. Fuck. Langa looked away so quick it almost snapped his neck. Shit, shit, shit. Oh God. He could never catch a break around Reki.
“Y´can go take shower if ya want,” Reki said, “just be quiet.” Langa nodded.Reki showed Langa the way to the bathroom, which Langa already knew. Reki started rummaging through one of the bathroom cupboards. “Towel,” he said as he threw Langa a towel. He caught the towel with his face.
“Thanks.” Langa picked up the towel that had fallen to the floor when he had failed to catch it. Reki snickered as he left Langa alone in the bathroom.
The door shut louder than expected, making Langa jump a little, and a quiet “shit,” could be heard from the hallway. Langa laughed a little. It was nice, being around Reki. It was a lot of laughs. Laughs that Langa hadn't had in a long time.
Langa had taken his time in the shower, letting the warm water run over him. When getting out of the shower, he realized he had not brought dry clothes with him to the bathroom. Shit, he thought, it's fine. It's not weird, they were best friends. Langa wrapped the towel around his waist and quietly tip-toed over to Reki´s room. He made sure to knock on the door so as to not walk in on anything not meant for his eyes. That had probably been a good idea, since it took a while before an audible “come in,” came from the other side of the door. Langa opened the door cautiously and stepped in the door. Yup. It was awkward. Langa stoop there for a while longer than he probably should have, lips pressed tightly into a straight line. Reki stared at him wide eyed.
“I forgot my clothes,” Langa said and quickly picked up his bag, rushing back to the bathroom. It should've been fine. It shouldn't have been that awkward. But it was, and Langa wanted to die of shame.
He pulled on his dry clothes he'd brought as a spare, and took a minute to cool off from the embarrassment. Then, he took a deep breath, and walked down the hallway again. This time, his arrival to Reki´s room was less humiliating. Reki had stood up pretty quickly, and they exchanged a few words before Reki went to take shower himself.
“You can go to bed already, Ill be back in a bit,” Reki said before leaving, “oh yeah, well have to share the bed,” and with that, he left poor Langa to cave in on himself. Shit.
Langa stared at the bed. It was relatively big. It wasn't small. The two of them should fit fine. The two of them. Reki and Langa. Reki and Langa sharing the same bed. Reki and Langa lying next to each other. In the same bed. Together. Oh God, he was fucked. He was so fucked. Ok, ok, okay. It's fine. Langa slowly shifted toward the bed, as if it was going to attack him. He sat down on the bed. It was fine. He was so stiff, sitting awkwardly, too tense to sit down. Ok. He took a deep breath. It's fine. He lied down. Langa stared at the ceiling for a solid minute. He should get under the covers. Slowly, he got under the covers, lying on his back. He didn't like sleeping on his back. The whole situation felt weird, unnatural. It felt wrong to lay in Reki´s bed, under Reki´s covers, in Reki´s room, that smelled just like Reki. Man, he felt like a perv. Reki should be back soon. Ah, Reki. Langa liked Reki. Maybe the bed sharing wouldn't be too bad.
With thoughts of Reki swarming his head, Langa drifted off to sleep. He didn't even notice when Reki got underneath the covers with him about five minutes later.
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Langa felt hot. Too hot. The covers on top of him were heavy, and his head hurt like crazy. He'd been having such a nice dream. Maybe he was still dreaming. He hoped he was. Langa felt awful, his saliva thick and clodding up his throat, his nose felt stuffed too. It was like a really bad cold. It probably was a really bad cold. He wanted to sleep, but something was pushing at his side, keeping him awake, and a loud muffled sound repeated his name.
“Whaat!?” Langa yelled, hitting the source of the noise. God, his throat hurt.
“Ow,” the voice replied, it sounded like Reki, “not cool man! Hey, you good? Your voice sounds real fucked up.”
Langa tried opening his eyes. His vision was super blurry, and his eyelashes clinged to each other. Fuck. He felt fucked up. Still, he was able to make out Reki´s blurry silhouette. His red hair was sticking out everywhere in a lovely bedhead. God, Reki looked lovely in the morning. Langa´s eyesight finally cleared up a bit more and, yeah, Reki looked lovely. So lovely. Without thinking too much, Langa brought his hand to Reki´s hair. It was soft. So soft.
“You look lovely,” Langa said in a slur of words, “so lovely,” he continued, “so soft.”
Reki chuckled awkwardly, taking a hold of Langa´s wrist, “you good, man?” he repeated.
“Mhm,” Langa hummed, “so good,” he said, even though his head was pounding and he could barely talk. But Reki was there. And Reki was an angel. Such an angel. Beautiful.
“You sound sick,” Reki said, face full of concern, “did you get a cold?” Reki asked. Langa only hummed in response. He probably did.
“You're so pretty Reki,” Langa smiled.
“Yup, definitely a cold,” Reki said quickly, pushing Langa´s hand away. Langa let out a whine at the rejection of affection.
“You don't believe me,” Langa stated.
Reki laughed, “no, you're sick, and clearly not thinking straight. I'll go get you some water, ok?” Reki said, it wasn't much of a question, he just got up and left without letting Langa say a word.
Langa fell asleep very quickly after that, not waking up when Reki returned. He should've. If he had, maybe he'd seen the way Reki had looked at him and blushed. Maybe, even in his delirious state he would have realized that Reki found Langa gorgeous, just as Langa found Reki oh so lovely. The next time Langa woke up, Reki wasn't there. Langa vaguely remembered him being there, and he could hear the sound of Reki´s family around the house. Stiil, he found himself sick and delirious in Reki´s room. God, he was still in Reki´s room. In Reki´s bed. Sadly, the redhead was nowhere to be found, so Langa continued sleeping, Maybe, if he was lucky, Reki would visit him in his dreams.
Langa felt someone nudging at his side, and Reki´s voice echoing in his head. He opened dhis eyes and there he was, the man of his dreams. His lovely princess. Or prince. Prince was more fitting. Yes, Langa´s prince.
“Hi there,” Langa said, though his words were barely intelligible. Reki looked at him and laughed. “God, you have such a beautiful laugh, y`know that?” Langa sounded more clear this time, and Reki flushed a wonderful shade of red.
“Man, stop that. What´s up with you today,” Reki shook his head. God, how in the world could someone be that darn cute.
“You're so cute,” Langa giggled, “wanna kiss you.”
Reki went silent. He didn't even look at Langa, his face in his hands. Even in Langa´s delirious state, he could see the tips of Reki´s ears burn red. Langa giggled some more as he sat up. Reki looked too darn cute. Langa kissed the tips of Reki´s ear. Reki´s head shot out of his hands, hitting Langa in the process. Langa winced in pain, holding his hands to his forehead, where the collision happened.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry, you shocked me s´all,” Reki said, all in one breath, “you good, you hurt?” Reki grabbed hold of Langa´s wrists, pulling his hands out of his face so he could take a look at the damage. “You might get a bruise, but you should be fine,” he said.
Langa hummed in response.
“Can I kiss you?”
Reki froze. “No.” He said. Too shocked to say anything else. “You're sick.” Langa whined in disappointment and fell back in the bed.
“Wanna kiss you so bad,” he whined, “always wanted to kiss you,” he confessed. All Reki could do was sit and stare. God, he should stop this. Langa was saying things he did not mean, he was delirious, completely out of it. Reki should tell him to shut his mouth before he said something even more stupid like “can´t take my eyes off you man,” Langa said, “dude, youre like, like, major cute. Super duper cute.” Yup. Langa was out of it.
“Dude, Langa, you should sleep,” Reki said, “I'll call your mom, she will pick you up soon.”
“Mhm,” Langa hummed in response, Sleep sounded good. He snuggled up to the pillow, falling asleep almost instantly.
Anyone who saw him could tell that Langa wasn't completely awake. He was stumbling around, using Reki as support so as to not fall over. God, he probably wasn't even fully awake. He wasn't. He didn't even register the fact that he was being moved from one place to another. Luckily, his mom was able to get him into the car and into his own bed without Langa falling over and cracking his skull. That would have ended badly, though Langa would have slept through it, just as he slept through the next two days. His mom had been able to feed him every now and then when he was conscious enough to not choke on his food, and his fever had never gone up too high. About three days later, he was fine. His throat and nose were clear, all he had was a headache and regrets. He´d screwed up big time. Reki was going to hate him. He was going to lose his best friend. Speaking of which, there he was. Reki had showed up in his room and was standing in the doorway smiling awkwardly.
“Hi,” Reki said.
“Hi,” Langa responded.
God. This was so awkward. Langa motioned for Reki to sit down on the bed. Reki shifted uncomfortably in the doorway before closing the door and walking over to his bed. The tension was agonizing. Reki sat at the foot of the bed across from Langa, who leaned on the wall behind him, knees pulled up to his chest.
“M´sorry about, about y´know,” Langa stuttered - waving his hand around as if he didn't quite remember what he was talking about - referring to the- the oh God.
“S´fine,” Reki said, trying to laugh and maybe lighten the mood a bit, “did you really mean what you said? Y´know, about wanting to like, kiss me and stuff…” Reki asked. He wasn't even looking at Langa. God, he must be so repulsed by him. He should deny it.
“Um, y- yeah,” he said instead, “is that um, is that okay?” Langa asked in return. Asking, begging for the answer to be yes. Begging his best friend to be okay with him and his stupid feelings.
“Um,” was all Reki could say as he shifted anxiously.
Oh God. Langa was screwed. He had fucked up. He had fucked up so, so bad. God, Reki was gonna hate him. No, Reki already hated him. Oh God, he was really going to lose him. God, oh God, oh God, oh God-
“Yeah,
yeah, it's ok.”
“What?”
Langa was confused. So confused. Had he heard right? Did Reki say-
“I said it's alright,” Reki chuckled. Finally looking up at Langa. “I actually um, I like you. I really, really like you.”
Oh God.
“So, um,” Reki said quietly, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “if, if you wanna, you can, y´know,
you can kiss me,” Reki said.
Langa had never moved so quickly in his life, pulling Reki close and kissing him harder than he had meant to. The kiss was nothing more than two mouths clashing together unprepared. The second kiss was sweeter than the first. It was soft. It was nice. Reki´s lips felt perfect, yrt chapped, and a little dry. That was fine. Langa didn't need anything more than Reki, his lips didn't matter, as long as he got to kiss him. He was probably still a little delirious.
Reki reached out to Langa, caressing his face as they kissed. Langa felt nauseous, but it wasn't from being sick. He himself reached out and let his hands run through Reki´s hair. It was soft, like he remembered. God, Reki was beautiful. So beautiful.
“So pretty,” Langa said in between short kisses, “you're so pretty.”
Reki hummed pleasantly against his lips. “Says pretty boy extraordinaire,” Reki pulled away to laugh.
“M´serious y´know,” Langa said, pulling Reki into another kiss, muffling his laughter, “youre so fucking gorgeous,” he said, giving Reki a long passionate kiss, “can´t take my eyes off you for a second.”
Reki laughed into the kiss, but Langa kept on kissing him. Quickly, the innocent pecks turned into more heated ones. Langa decided it was his lucky day and let himself slip his tongue into Reki´s mouth, letting himself indulge in the taste of Reki. He tasted like peppermint. It was heavenly. It was so, so good. Reki was so good. No, Reki was amazing. So amazing, gorgeous and talented. Plain lovely.
“Hey,” Reki laughed as he pulled away, “y´know, this is nice and all, but you should really brush your teeth.”
Oh.
Oh. Oh shit. Langa let his head fall into his hands out of embarrassment. Hed completely gotten lost in the heat of the moment. God, his breath probably smelled like shit, and his mouth must have tasted even worse. Oh God. That's so embarrassing,
“M´sorry,” Langa apologized pathetically. He wouldn't have been surprised if Reki never wanted to kiss him again.
“S´all good man, we can continue later,” Reki said, fishing Langa´s head up from his hands, giving him a short kiss on the lips.
Oh God.
This was the happiest day of his life.