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One second, Langa was skating down the mountain with intent and precision, feeding off the energy of the other skaters around him cheering him on. The next second, the crowd starts clearing out as the sound of police sirens get louder, coming to a stop on his board to assess the situation before he’s being faced with the glaring light of a cop car directly in front of him.
Two cops exit the car and they start approaching him, one of them shouting, “Hey kid, what are you doing in a place like this?”
Fuck. Langa thought.
Being friends with Reki has led to him having multiple encounters with law enforcement, which wasn’t exactly something he foresaw when picking up skateboarding, but those instances were just that—casually skateboarding in places he probably shouldn’t have.
Not that this is definitively different; he also shouldn’t be skating here, but it’s harder to explain doing so in an elaborate underground illegal skateboarding ring than trespassing in a parking lot.
Of course, in a place like S, he couldn’t be surprised that cops would inevitably show up, but despite the large area, he couldn’t exactly make a swift escape like he otherwise has before. The cops have a car and are questioning him directly, and he’s still on the track and has no way of making it out fast enough. This isn’t just some measly security guard with a flashlight and their legs—these guys could actually potentially arrest him.
Langa props up his skateboard and holds it in his arms, stepping back in caution as he mentally runs through any kind of excuse he might be able to muster up to avoid as much trouble as possible.
Would the foreigner excuse work this time?
Thankfully, he’s spared from having to agonize over it any longer as Reki comes skidding in on a motorcycle, stopping right beside him with a look of determination.
“Hop on!” Reki urgently spurs, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible to make as much distance from the officers as he can.
Langa doesn't even have to think about it, as if his body just naturally responds to Reki. He jumps on behind the redhead, barely settling in as they speed off the track and as far from the chaos as possible. However, as anticipated, they hear sirens blaring as the police car starts following behind them shortly after their take-off.
If Reki’s heart wasn’t pounding like crazy before, it surely is now, as he lets pure adrenaline take the pedal as he tries to get them both safe and out of sight of the authorities without killing either of them.
Neither of them look back once, and not a word is said until they ride past one of the exists to Crazy Rock; to which Reki simply lets out a breathy cackle once the sirens become more faint, no longer right on their tail but far enough to were losing them completely is much more feasible.
Utterly exhilarating.
There was no other way to put it.
All Langa could do in response was laugh as well, leaning into the boy and squeezing around him tighter, close enough to where he can hear the pounding of Reki’s heart, and his own is not fairing any better.
“Man, that was a close one! How did the cops even find this place?” Reki exclaims rambunctiously. They’re still on the bike, not going as fast as they were before, but still fast enough to where Reki’s hair is blowing against the wind as he gauges their distance—making him look straight out of a scene of a movie.
This entire situation feels straight out of a movie to begin with. Langa didn’t think his life would ever get to be this lively again, but Reki just has that effect on him. Reki brings colour and light to his world—he injects life into Langa’s veins like an IV and does so seamlessly, like it’s no big deal. Enamored is nowhere near a strong enough word to encapsulate how Langa feels about his best friend. Even when doing something as reckless as running away from the cops, something which could very well screw him over with one misstep, he can’t help but feel like he’d do it over and over in a heartbeat if it means he’d get to experience this thrilling sensation with Reki again.
Langa exhales, “I have no clue. You seriously saved me back there, thank you Reki.”
“Well duh, of course. I wouldn’t just leave you there to fend for yourself, what kinda friend would that make me? I’m the one who keeps getting you into these disasters in the first place.” Reki replies, trying to stifle the self depreciation and guilt stirring in the pit of his stomach with a chuckle as he pulls over under a bridge overlooking a small beach.
“I think we lost them at this point, it should be all clear. But man, that’s so annoying. You totally would’ve won the beef if you weren’t interrupted!” Reki whines on Langa’s behalf, taking off his helmet and adjusting himself in his seat slightly to lean against the motorcycle.
“Mm. I don’t really think I care that much, I can always do the beef again later. This was way more fun honestly,” Langa shrugs and follows suit, brushing his shoulder against the other in the process.
Reki gapes at him incredulously, “Seriously dude? Running away from the cops like a bunch of rebellious deviants is more fun than winning a beef?”, he asks with a raised brow.
Langa shuffles his feet and thinks for a moment, “Well, not exactly? I mean, doing anything with you is always a good time. But this was fun, like a partners-in-crime kinda thing,” he explains, lightly grinning.
Reki blushes at the comment but tries to play it off, “Partners-in-crime, huh? I guess that is pretty exciting when you put it that way. You’re such an adrenaline junkie, man,” he teases with a nudge to Langa’s side.
Langa laughs at that, “Yeah, I am. That’s why I love doing things with you. You don’t ‘get me into disasters’, I would willingly follow you anywhere blindly. Because I know that wherever you’ll take me, it’ll be a world of fun and adventure. You always show me new exciting things and give me amazing new experiences. Reki, you breathe life into me. You did so when I didn’t think the wind would ever be anything but static, since you first ollied over me, and continue to do so even when the heat melts my skin off. You make me feel so human—so alive. Thank you for being you, Reki.” Langa’s gaze and tone are filled with the utmost adoration one could possibly direct to a singular person, and he hopes Reki hears his words thoroughly.
And yeah, there’s no way Reki can hide his blushing now. He sputters at Langa’s sudden heartfelt spiel, covering his face and looking away from the other’s heavy stare. God, he can’t stand how Langa looks at him—like he’s the most precious thing alive, like he would give him the galaxy in an instant if he so pleased. Like he’s deserving of everything good the universe has to offer and then some, just for simply existing. It makes no sense, no matter how many times he finds himself in these kinds of moments with Langa where it feels like they’re the only two people in the world. It makes no sense regardless of how many times Langa sweet talks his ears off, but perhaps it doesn’t have to make sense regardless.
The luck Reki has to even have Langa in his life defies logic—let alone the fact that he continues to willingly stay by his side and cement himself perfectly into the empty space he didn’t even realize was so pervasive until he met the boy.
“Langa, bro, you’re gonna be the death of me I swear,” he grumbles in embarrassment, to which the other pouts. “After telling you about all the life you give me? No way. You’re not ever dying on my watch, don’t even think about it.” Langa’s eyes pierce Reki through his skull as he turns to finally meet the deep blue gaze properly.
He mirrors the same pout, “I don’t mean that literally, you know. It’s just, gah, you say these kinds of things so shamelessly and it’s overwhelming. Like, I know you get upset when I brush it off or talk lowly about myself or whatever, so I appreciate you saying these things but it’s just…”, he trails off, groaning as he buries himself in his arms once again.
Langa’s pout deepens slightly, “It’s just what, Reki?”, he prods softly, looking over Reki attentively to try and gauge how he’s feeling.
The redhead sighs and leans his forehead on Langa’s shoulder, “It’s just, when you look at me and talk to me like that, I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s like, I want you to keep looking at me like that all the time. I never want you to look at anything or anyone else but me. Yet every time you do, I feel every fiber of my being burn up and my stomach flipping like I’m jumping off a cliff. And it’s terrifying, but it’s so, so, so addicting. I guess I’m more like you than I thought, huh? I might be the bigger adrenaline junkie.” Reki finishes with a bashful chuckle as he keeps his gaze pinned to the ground, even more terrified to see what look Langa might be sporting now after having spilled his own guts.
Langa brings both his hands to Reki’s face, pulling him away from his shoulder to face him properly again. If Reki thought any other look Langa’s given him had a killer effect, then this one was beyond lethal. If looks could kill, he’d have been a dead man on the spot from the sheer intensity of it all.
“Reki…” Langa breathes as he rests his forehead against the redhead's, “I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs into the small, intimate space between them as he leans forward ever so slightly and presses their lips together.
Reki shutters against him and instantly presses back, as if kissing Langa was instinctive—as if it was as natural as breathing.
Fuck, he’s kissing Langa. Reki’s actually kissing Langa.
He grasps at the other’s thigh to ground himself and mewls as Langa tilts his head to deepen the kiss, giving himself ample opportunity to prod at Reki’s lips with his tongue.
Reki thinks he actually died this time, cuz he feels like he’s ascending into heaven. It doesn’t help that he’s also very quickly running out of breath, yet pulling away is the last thing he wants to do. If Langa’s lips against his is what inevitably leads to his demise, Reki would certainly die a happy man.
The older does so for him instead, pulling away as he peers into Reki’s gaze expectantly, as if searching for any semblance of approval—any sense that he hadn’t just completely ruined their relationship.
“Langa, shit man, I-I’m in love with you too. I have been for so long, god, I didn’t think this would ever happen. Am I dreaming?” Reki puffs with a hazy grin, like he truly couldn’t believe this was real life. Langa smiles back warmly, bringing his lips back down to Reki's with a languid kiss which morphs into soft nips at his bottom lip, before tugging it gently with his teeth as he parts, making the other whimper faintly.
“Does it feel like a dream?” Langa asks, the whole atmosphere now becoming charged as he relishes in this feeling of pure bliss. Reki squeezes the taller's thigh harder, making him quietly groan as they lean in further than either of them thought possible.
“Ha, a wet dream maybe. This is too good to be true, I don’t ever wanna wake up,” Reki giggles airily and Langa stands up off the motorcycle and grabs Reki’s waist, pulling him close into a deep hug, then lifts him off the ground slightly and spins him around in his arms.
It’s as if they were nothing but carefree love-struck spirits in their own world, and weren’t they always just that anyways?
Langa presses him against the motorcycle again, now caging Reki in his arms as he leans into his space. “Oh yeah? Wanna make it a reality then?”, he mutters lowly in a tone Reki’s never heard from him. It’s animalistic and primal in a carnal way—different than the hunger skateboarding fueled him with, but one that drew him in all the more. It’s as if Reki is about to be ravished by Langa, and he wants nothing more.
“God, yes, please.”