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well, shit.
now you see, rekis been caught in a bit of a predicament lately, and it’s not just something he can talk about, not even to langa! ESPECIALLY not langa.
langa and him have been dating for around two months now, they’ve kissed, cuddled, held hands, literally everything you can name, but one thing.
reki really wants to try making out, AND I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING. “just ask him reki” “just do it yourself” “JUST KISS HIM REKI” HE. KNOWS.
but the thing is, sometimes reki likes to joke,
he likes to joke a lot…
so when he finds random photos of characters making out and puts some funny words over it, most of the time it comes off as him making fun of them
making out.
BUT ITS THE EXACT OPPOSITE
he sends them to langa, hoping to anyone above that he would take the hint, but at the same time hopes he doesn’t figure out.
now do you see the problem?
so here’s reki, yet again sprawled across his bed, hands digging into his eyes, face red, because langa was screen sharing and scrolled past a photo of two tv characters making out, it’s not even like he tried to ignore it! he just looked at it and scrolled like usual! not even embarrassed, how is stuff so easy for langa, it’s not fair.
well of course he wouldn’t be! stupidly pretty langa, hes probably made out with a thousand girls, he is pretty popular with them. but it’s not like reki thinks he doesn’t want to make out with him, well if langa doesn’t want to he doesn’t have to reki would never force him to do anything like that, but even just seeing langas tongue stick out in photos or anything drives reki of the edge, and he’s sick of it!
a few weeks go by and rekis still caught up on the whole situation, he could literally kiss langa at any moment and just try it out for once, but what if he pulls back, what if he just wants to kiss, and that’s fine, totally fine, but reki would really like to know what it would feel to have langas tongue against his. so now he’s back at the beginning, making no progress yet again.
two more weeks go by, and rekis exhausted at this point, both physically and mentally, it’s been a long week and all he wants to do is lay in his bed and kiss his boyfriend, so he does that.
now he’s kinda sleepy, kinda over worked, and 100% full of love for langa, so here he is, laying in bed, well more like laying on top of langa, kissing him until his lips turn red. reki feels a bit risky at this moment, and pulls himself fully over, fixing himself right on top of langa, not an inch of distance between them.
trying to talk between kisses, reki mumbles out random words, he’s utterly exhausted, and wants nothing but kisses. he doesn’t know what he’s saying, trying to get out langas name, and all of a sudden he hears a sentence come out of his mouth.
“langaaaaa,,,i kindaaawannnaa makeoutttt”
wait.
what.
WHAT.
reki what the fuck, what the actual actual fucking fuck did you just say.
well, ok shit, reki obviously looks tired, so he can play it off as him being to sleepy to think straight, yeah, that totally works.
hes just about to make another random declaration before langa cups his cheek and looks him in the eyes.
“i’ll have to learn somehow, but not right now, you’re too tired.”
wait
LEARN???!,!!(!;!,!
langa doesn’t know either, wait, is that a good thing? that means he won’t be bad, well, he wont be able to be compared. reki will get to see langa fumble to try and kiss him and move his tongue awkwardly and ohmygodhistongue.
reki doesn’t want to think anymore, i think saying those few words knocked the wind out of him, so enough kissing for tonight, reki shall rest his head on langas chest, and pass out in under 60 seconds.
the morning after, reki felt like shit, his hair was in his mouth, had a sharp pain in his neck, and though he loved to snuggle, langa was bony as hell, which didn’t help at all for sleeping.
everything reki said last night hit him like a truck, god he was asleep, but hey, at least he was able to say it, and langa was up for it too, mission failed successfully.
soon enough, langa shifts underneath him, muttering out a groan while the joints in his arm pop one by one, langa always stretches in the morning, langa does a lot of stuff, or maybe reki just stares at him a lot.
when langa laughs he hides his smile, even though it’s the most handsome thing in the world, and he can’t take photos at all, whenever a camera is pointed at him he gets all awkward and flustered, and when he blinks one of his eyes blink a bit faster, when he tries to tie up his hair, the front pieces always end up falling in front of his face, and when he sleeps, he barely moves, making a few noises in his sleep, which reki cherishes.
so yeah, maybe he stares a bit too much,
just a tiny bit.
he greets langa with a quick kiss to his cheek, langa reacts quietly before laying back in the bed, pulling on rekis shirt, signalling him to lay down so they can cuddle.
“yknow reki, you were talking a lot last night,”
well great, here it comes.
“it was very cute, but you were talking about making out, if you ever wanted to like try it or anything, you can just talk to me.”
langa laughs under his breath,trying to make the convo more playful instead of tense.
“i hope i don’t have to get you super tired just to get things out, i know it’s not like that, but still.”
aw man, it wasn’t like that at all! reki has been trying so hard to tell him, like, really hard, i mean i’ve been telling you guys the entire time, so you know, anyways.
reki isn’t really sure what to say, but he starts with,
“to be honest dude, i’ve been trying to tell you for like two weeks! it’s been eating me alive, i know you wouldn’t react like, psycho crazy, but i was kind of worried how you would think of me, i wasn’t sure if that would have crossed your boundaries or not.”
langas face moves from concern, to comfort, and all of rekis worries fade away, the ache in his ribs clears, and the sleep gunk in his eyes, is still there, he should probably wipe that away. it’s almost like a metaphor, or something like that, how real langa is, no matter how much he wants to believe he’s some perfect angel, it’s always comforting to know how real someone is.
“it would never be like that, never with you. i know you, i know how you are with me, and you know what my boundaries are. i want to do anything and everything with you, everything i want to do, i will do with you, and the same for you too. i trust you with everything, and thank you for worrying and keeping that in mind, but i don’t mind at all, even then, i really want to try making out with you, i’ve been thinking about it for a while as well.”
hearing any words from langa made rekis heart swell, hearing langas reassurance, and the soft smile on his face made him feel all warm and fuzzy, god he was smitten for this boy.
reki pulled langa in for a hug, a very warm, warm hug, hopefully able to put his feelings into something else but words, words are for langa, not as much for reki.
hands make their way to rekis face, then lips, and lips again, on every nook and cranny of rekis face, as if langa was checking off a list, forehead, cheek, nose, eyelid, whatever was next.
lips finally met lips, and it was so sappy, so filled with love, so langa, and reki took in every moment of it.
they kissed for a while, and kissed for a bit more, and i guessed it was langas turn to be brave, and on topic, well, almost.
langa deepened the kiss, angling rekis face upwards, slotting his lips against his, both boys temperatures rising, langas usually not this bold, and finally, after their long, long waiting period, langa runs his tongue over rekis lips,
and holy shit,
both pull back slightly, so taken back, but so flustered. wanting more, reki jumps back to kiss langa, returning the favour.
it feels like literal heaven, langas heavy breathing, the soft noises coming out of rekis mouth, too into it to care, both boys eyes squeezed shut, arms grabbing at anything, it’s messy, inexperienced, and completely what they expected.
meanwhile, rekis freaking out silently, straddling langas waist, pulling at his shirt, tongue tracing over his, it all feels hot, both temperature wise, and the other one. langas so hot underneath him, squirming, making noises, and he knows he is as well, legs squeezing around langas waist, hes so overwhelmed, so full of love, and he finally got to make out with langa! so woo!!
he laughs to himself, completely forgetting what he was doing, and langa pulls away and looks up at him, completely fucked up. his hair in every direction, his lips red and puffy, saliva leaving a slight shine around his mouth, shirt all scrunched from rekis wandering hands, and he laughs again.
he laughs at langa, laughs at himself, and laughs at how worried he was, and langa starts to laugh too, not even knowing why. the boys laugh together, reki still sitting in langas lap, they’re so close, but it doesn’t matter at all, because he’s so in love, so in love with the boy underneath him, all messed up, messed up because of him, it’s rekis mark on him, and that stops his laughter for a moment.
he makes eye contact with langa, and he swears if he could have set up fireworks in the room, they would be going off. it was such a perfect moment for them, so personal, so sentimental, so sappy, so special.
he smiled, a toothy, genuine smile, all meant for langa, only for langa to see, and went back to kissing him, with so much force that it knocked both of them over yet again.
he pulled back one last time, laughed once more, and dove back into the kiss, ready to try all of the things that he thought about in those past weeks.