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“Hey, man, I thought of something new to add to our dap.”
Reki holds his hand out and Langa, with the same unwavering trust he always has in his boyfriend, doesn’t hesitate to slap his palm against it. It’s as easy as breathing, going through the familiar motion of tapping their fists together and transitioning into their signature infinity sign.
Langa looks to Reki, waiting for his next move, but the other boy’s crooked grin gives nothing away.
Without missing a beat, Reki hooks his hand around Langa’s and uses the grip to pull himself closer. He meets Langa’s gaze for just a second before he leans up on his knees, surging forward to press a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth right there in the shade of the half-pipe.
It’s over before Langa can really even process it. One second Reki’s lips are against his and the next he’s settling back into his knees, smiling shyly as he rubs at his upper lip.
“What do you think?” he asks, going for nonchalance despite the warm flush on his cheeks.
“You kissed me.”
To anyone else, it might sound bored, or even accusatory, but Reki is well versed in deciphering the subtlest nuances that make up Langa. He picks up on the thrum of excitement beneath the words, the subtle upwards quirk of his lips, the lovesick shine in his eyes.
And Reki is so, so endeared by this boy. This isn’t their first kiss - far from it, actually - but Langa reacts this way every time. He reacts like he can’t believe Reki would kiss him. As if kissing Langa and talking to Langa and skating with Langa and Langa didn’t monopolize the 30% of Reki’s brain that skating didn’t occupy. (Although there is a significant amount of overlap between the two, so the Langa content might be higher. Maybe he should recalculate-)
“It was a terrible kiss.”
Reki squawks indignantly, his mental rambling coming to a halt. Before he can defend his honor, however, Langa plows ahead.
“Let’s do it again.” His brows are furrowed, mouth drawn into a little determined pout and gah! He’s so freakin’ cute!
Reki has no complaints, easily going through the routine again. This time, Langa is ready and he meets Reki halfway. He may have been a little too ready, going in full speed without accounting for the fact that Reki was doing the same. The resulting slam of their foreheads coming together has Reki seeing stars as he falls back onto his knees.
“Owwww,” he complains, rubbing his forehead. “Y’okay, man?” he asks, peeking an eye open to examine his boyfriend.
Langa blinks slowly at him for a second. His cheeks are flushed and his gaze is hazy, but the determination still shines through. “I need more practice,” he declares before twisting his hands in Reki’s jacket and pulling him forward.
Reki’s laugh is one of Langa’s favorite sounds, truly, but right now it is seriously impeding his ability to kiss him. He makes it worse when he says, “I think you skipped a few steps, man,” right against Langa’s mouth.
Langa pulls back just a bit, a glint in his eye. “Reki,” he intones. “You need more practice, too.”
Reki scoffs, but he’s grinning like mad. “What ever,” he complains, but he shuffles forward so he can drape himself over the taller boy’s lap. “You just want an excuse to make out.”
Langa ignores the jab, choosing instead to tip his forehead against his boyfriend’s. “Kiss me.” He means for it to come out demanding, but it’s honestly more of a pout.
Reki’s teasing smile melts into something lovestruck, goes gooey and soft in the warm summer air. He threads calloused fingers through blue hair and mutters, “ Geez, geez, al riiiight .”
Grinning lips press against petulantly puckered ones and Langa’s pout dissolves instantly, swallowed by his boyfriend’s incessant kisses.