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Most people don't like salt as a flavour as much as Reki does, he's aware. Reki's still learning to cook, and he hasn't gotten the hang of how much extra salt is too much, and how much is just right. Today, the lunch he made is way too salty, to the point where he's finished his drink and his mouth is still way too dry. He sucks fruitlessly on the straw in his empty drink box, making a rattly noise.
Sitting next to him in their usual spot by the rooftop fence, Langa pauses before taking a bite of his sandwich. "Do you need another drink?"
His voice is a little flatter even than usual, and Reki wonders if the sucking noise is bothering him. Or he's just super hungry - Langa'd had to go to the bathroom right after class let out, so they'd had a longer than usual wait to get up here for lunch. There are a few other pairs and small groups of students scattered around the rooftop, chattering and eating and hurriedly trying to finish assignments before their next class.
Reki takes the straw out of his mouth, and crushes the box to remind himself that it's very, very empty. "I didn't bring any change for the vending machine," he admits. He knows better than to ask if Langa has any, since Langa only ever carries an emergency credit card from his mom.
Langa sighs around the sandwich is stuffed in his mouth, which sounds pretty weird. His pale gaze drifts around the rooftop - and stops, fixing on something.
Reki follows the direction Langa's looking, and sees two girls who are sitting on a bench a few meters away from them. They're facing away from him and Langa, and deep in an intense conversation, both peering closely at one of their phones. An empty bento box sits on the ground behind one of them, and a crumpled bread wrapper behind the other, as well as a couple of drink boxes.
One of the drink boxes hasn't been opened yet.
Langa glances sidelong over at Reki and sees him looking too. He leans close to Reki, voice dropping low. "Dare you to go take it."
Reki startles, and looks at Langa in shock, scrambling for the words to reply. He's not going to steal! He's a law-abiding citizen - well, mostly. Trespassing in order to skateboard doesn't count, since those laws don't make any sense. No one's using a parking garage late at night anyways, it's not like it's dangerous to skate there or anything.
"She's done eating," Langa continues in a murmur. "She's probably forgotten it." He's looking at Reki with a challenge in his eyes - and Reki gets it, he's kind of bored and fidgety too.
They haven't been able to make it to S for almost a week, and it's the rainy season so they've been mostly stuck indoors. The last time Langa had looked at him like this, he was challenging Reki to try a more advanced trick than either of them had managed before. When Reki had finally landed a frontside kickflip, Langa had been so impressed, expression sparkling with wonder when he looked at Reki.
Reki chews his lip and looks over at the two girls again. Their heads are still bent close, and the drink box is still sitting there, completely untouched.
It would a waste if no one drank it at all, right? Plus there are way worse things to do to someone.
"Fine," Reki mutters to Langa, rising to his feet.
It takes some careful coordination to pull it off. First, Reki crosses the roof to take his trash to the bin, and then on the way back he drops into a crouch just behind the two girls to tie his shoelaces. Making sure to plant his shoe right next to the drink box, he glances around super casually to check that no one's looking at him - and quickly lets go of his shoelaces for a split second to grab the drink and slip it into his hoodie pocket. He straightens up, ears burning and heart pounding, and quickly walks back to his spot next to Langa while trying not to look like he's hurrying.
Langa grins at Reki when he sits back down, looking delighted that they're sharing a secret, and Reki reluctantly smiles back. His heart is still pounding with the thrill and panic of committing such a blatant crime, in broad daylight with dozens of people around.
Reki is never going to let Langa dare him to do something ever again.
It's not that Reki wants revenge, exactly, but he does want to turn the tables, and see if he can shock Langa and nudge him off-balance the same way he made Reki feel.
Reki doesn't resent being dared, and he's since made up for his crime. He watched his victim gather up her things at the end of lunch and she didn't even seem to notice the missing drink. He also made sure to sneak a fistful of change into her shoe locker, just to be sure.
However, Reki's prickly and restless from feeling like Langa pushed him into doing something he wouldn't have done otherwise. Granted, Reki loves trying new things with Langa - but when the thing they're doing has nothing to do with skateboarding, sometimes they end up in very weird territory.
The problem is that they're both at work right now, and there's not really a lot Reki can dare Langa to do. Anything too rowdy might break something and get them in trouble. Reki knows he'll be the one to get the blame for daring Langa in the first place. Oka knows them both a little too well.
"Hey." Reki bumps Langa with his hip. Langa, who had been staring thoughtfully at the shelf of helmets, blinks and looks over at Reki.
"This is such a boring shift, don't you think?" Reki folds his arms on the edge of the counter and leans down to rest his head on them. He glances up - Langa's still watching him, attentive to Reki any time he's saying something, as usual.
"Yeah, I guess." Langa studies Reki's face, like he's trying to think of something fun to suggest.
"Actually, you know what would be really funny?" Reki doesn't give Langa a chance to ask, just barrels along. "You should flirt with the next customer who comes in. I dare you," Reki tacks on, talking too fast and trying not to stumble over his words. He's not sure how Langa will react, whether he'll think it's funny or childish or refuse to do it at all.
Langa shrugs. "Okay." And goes back to staring at the same spot as before.
That's anti-climactic. Reki sighs, and slips out from behind the counter to tidy the merchandise. Hoping for Langa to have an opinion about something unrelated to food or skateboarding was probably unrealistic.
After a few minutes the door opens, and Reki looks up from where he's refolding t-shirts to see a guy about Shadow's or Joe's age walk in. He panics a bit - Langa doesn't even know how to flirt with girls, as many failed attempts from their classmates have made clear. He'll be super uncomfortable trying to flirt with a guy. Reki catches Langa's eye, and frantically gestures to abort the mission - but Langa just gives him a single affirmative jerk of his chin and then turns a warm smile Reki's almost never seen him wear before on the customer.
Reki goes back to folding shirts, but he can't tune out the bright, lively tones Langa is using to talk to the customer. The customer seems a little baffled at first to be greeted so enthusiastically, but thaws quickly and is soon laughing at some remark of Langa's.
Reki slaps the pile of neatly-folded shirts back onto the shelf, and yanks the next stack into his lap. Langa usually saves his funny remarks just for Reki to hear.
It feels like the customer stands around forever, but Reki doesn't even have time to finish with the second stack of shirts before he leaves. He folds the last couple slowly and carefully, puts the whole pile back on the shelf, then pushes himself to his feet and shuffles back up to the front.
Langa's face is blank again, back to staring absently at the helmets. If he were smiling or something Reki might think he liked flirting with that guy. But he just did it on a dare. He probably isn't even interested in guys.
Since it's Friday, they can stay as late as they want at the skatepark. Reki and Langa head there straight after school, racing each other on their boards, and they get there fast enough that it's pretty quiet when they first arrive. The rolling scrape of only three or four sets of wheels echoes on the ramps and in the sunken cement bowl.
As the afternoon sun slides lower in the sky, starting to glare warm in their faces, more people show up. Langa likes getting up a lot of speed so he can try really high jumps, and that's harder with so many more people weaving around each other, so they take a break. Reki goes to the combini to get them snacks and drinks, and he and Langa sit on under a tree to eat, the grass cool and refreshingly damp-feeling under their hands. They watch the other skaters, commenting between bites on especially impressive tricks or painful-looking bails.
Langa goes to the combini right before they get back to skating, to get them more drinks since the sun is strong and skating is thirsty work. As the light takes on an orange tint, the heat reflecting off the concrete fades, and the shadows get longer. The other skaters start to trickle away in pairs and small groups, the noise of the skatepark fading from the constant chatter of a big crowd to just a handful of overlapping conversations, then two, until they're the last two people there.
After so many hours of skating, Reki's legs are starting to get a little wobbly and unsteady, but he's having too much fun to stop right now. He's a little too tired to try any tricks that require speed or precision, so he and Langa are just rolling in circuits around the course, grinning at each other and trading high fives when they get close.
Reki kicks off the ground to pick up speed so he can get up a shallow ramp. He glides across the elevated platform, then ollies off the ledge back down to ground level on the other side - but the jolt of the landing reminds him that he drank two large bottles of tea this evening.
This could quickly become a big problem. Reki skids to a stop. "Hey, Langa! Do you think we should head home?"
Langa slows down and rolls closer to Reki, but doesn't stop or get off his board. As he gets close, Reki notices he's frowning. "It's not that late yet."
That's true. "Yeah, but - I don't know, my legs are kind of tired." Reki presses his knees together. He has a little time, it's not too urgent yet.
Langa smiles, broad and sparkling. "Mine too, a bit. We can just sit and hang out."
Reki squirms - he doesn't want to tell Langa the real reason. It's embarrassing to admit that he's at the mercy of his bladder, and that the only things between him and a horrifying accident are willpower, and the strength of some tiny muscles he doesn't use very much.
When Reki fails to answer, Langa's face falls. He steps one foot off his board and drags it along the concrete to brake.
"I'm still having fun hanging out with you," Langa says quietly. "But if it's not fun for you anymore ..."
Reki's distracted from the growing pressure in his crotch by the way his chest hurts at seeing Langa's dejected expression.
"There's no bathroom here!" Reki blurts out. Just saying 'bathroom' sends a throb of heat down into his pelvis.
"Oh." Langa's brow clears. "Do you have to -" His gaze flicks down to Reki's - well, somewhere below the waist. Reki gets the idea.
'"Yes," Reki hisses. "I - I can't stay."
Langa tips his head, baffled. "Just go in the bushes." He waves a hand at the little hedge that borders the back of the skatepark.
Reki recoils. "No, what the fuck?! That's so gross."
Langa rolls his eyes. "It's outdoors, it's fine." He pauses, watching Reki's face, and then smirks a little. "I dare you."
It is absolutely not fine, and Langa's a jerk to dare him. It's bad enough Reki had to admit what's going on, now Reki's going to look like a loser if he insists he can't pee in the bushes and goes hobbling home with his knees clamped together. With how unconcerned Langa's acting, Reki wants to prove that's he's also a cool renegade who doesn't think public urination is a big deal.
Besides, Reki really would like to stay and keep hanging out with Langa. He never gets tired of spending time together.
"I'll keep watch so no one sees you," offers Langa.
However, it turns out Langa's idea of keeping watch is sitting on top of the quarter-pipe, as close as he can get to the shadowed spot Reki chose.
Reki's too desperate at this point to protest, liquid sitting heavy and urgent at the base of his cock. Maybe everyone in Canada is a criminal and a weirdo, and Langa thinks he's being completely normal.
Reki fumbles with his belt and eases his jeans just barely down his thighs, though they immediately sag down to his knees. Heat floods Reki's face at the strange, awful sensation of being bare-assed in public. He knows he's hidden both by the dark and by the wide, squat bulk of the quarter-pipe, but the fear that anyone could spring out of nowhere and spot him half-naked lurks in his belly.
What it means is that he can't relax enough to actually start pissing, even with his dick out and in his hand and pressure growing painfully in his bladder. Reki spends several fruitless seconds straining to relax.
Langa snickers behind him. "Your butt keeps clenching when you try to push," he remarks. As though this is a normal observation between friends.
"Don't watch," Reki yelps, but the hot embarrassment slipping down his spine at knowing that Langa is looking at his ass is what relaxes him enough to start to go. Embarrassment, and something else - Reki wonders why, exactly, Langa was watching his ass when he was supposed to be looking out for anyone approaching. But he'll speculate later, when he doesn't have to focus on avoiding the growing puddle splashing near his shoes.
Langa's humming to himself and tapping his fingers on his thighs, which isn't anywhere near loud enough to drown out the sound of Reki's stream spattering the ground under the bushes. Reki's face burns knowing that Langa can clearly hear it from where he's sitting.
It probably takes less than a minute, but it feels excruciatingly long to Reki. He shakes himself off and gets his clothes back in order, and deliberately doesn't look at Langa while he's walking back around to the front of the quarter-pipe. Reki kicks his board up into his hands, and Langa hops down from his seat on top of the platform and comes over to join him.
"Reki, wanna keep going?" Langa asks. When Reki looks up, his expression is bright and eager, without any hint of teasing or superiority.
Maybe this is just part of being friends with Langa, doing humiliating things that Langa doesn't even notice are weird. Even though Reki feels laid bare, all his gross and objectionable parts exposed to Langa's gaze, Langa's not looking at him any differently than before he watched Reki piss in the bushes.
It's easier than Reki expected to smile back. "Sure!"
It still seems unfair, though, that Reki keeps getting humiliated while Langa's completely unbothered. Reki's tried a few different dares by now, and none of them have worked.
It's not that he wants to be mean to Langa, it just feels unbalanced for him not to have the same experience. But Langa has calmly risen to every challenge Reki sets, glancing over at Reki after each success like he's making sure Reki witnessed his victory.
Reki's running out of ideas. Langa didn't hesitate to ask Miya for help with his Japanese homework, uncaring that his handwriting is so much worse than a middle schooler's. Daring him to ask Oka about his latest date had backfired when Oka was the one who got flustered. And Langa had seemed oblivious to the reactions of everyone around him when he showed up to S in girls' clothes.
("Tell everyone you spilled a drink in your clean laundry," Reki had coached him, in case anyone asked. But no one was curious about the reason. Joe and a bunch of the older girls at S told Langa that he looked very cute. Langa did look cute - somehow he fit into a halter top and short, flared skirt from his mom's closet. The halter top was tied at the back of his neck in a wide, droopy bow, and the hem of the skirt fluttered above his knees when he walked around. Reki kept missing what Langa said because he was too distracted by Langa's bare knees and shoulders, his heart jumping into his throat every time he forgot what Langa was wearing and looked over again.)
All this means that mild tension is simmering at the back of Reki's mind the next time he sleeps over at the Hasegawa household. Langa's mom leaves for work shortly after dinner, and since they have school the next morning they don't stay up super late. Besides, they just move from reading magazines and watching videos in the living room to doing the same thing while sitting on Langa's bed in their pajamas.
Once Langa gets too sleepy to focus and drops his phone on his face, Reki slips off the bed and gets himself settled in the futon - after teasing Langa about it, of course. They say goodnight and lie down.
Usually Reki sleeps well at Langa's place. It's a familiar place by now, and Langa's room smells like him, so it's a comforting place to be. Tonight though, Reki's brain can't seem to settle, jumping from thought to thought too quickly for him to focus.
The blankets rustle in Langa's bed as he moves. "Reki, is something wrong?"
His tossing and turning must be keeping Langa awake, and now Reki feels guilty in addition to being filled with frantic useless energy.
"Nope." Reki forces himself to lie still and take deep slow breaths. It's almost painful, he feels like his whole brain is itchy with restlessness.
"Do you want some hot chocolate to help you relax?" Langa asks. His voice is low, like he's trying not to wake Reki up even though they're both still clearly nowhere near asleep. "Or some whale songs?"
Reki's startled into giggling at that. "No, I'm fine. If I lie here long enough I'll get sleepy. Probably."
Langa hums thoughtfully. "You could try jerking off."
A shock of panic shoots through Reki. "What -"
"It usually works for me," Langa continues. He lifts his head and peers down at Reki over the edge of the mattress. "I dare you to jerk off." Langa's eyes glitter in the dim light, and his voice sounds smug and suggestive.
Frustration bubbles up in Reki's chest. He can't sleep, Langa keeps making him do embarrassing things, Langa keeps doing things like flirting with guys or staring at Reki's ass or telling him to jerk off while Langa watches - Reki has no idea what to think any more.
"Why do you always dare me to do such embarrassing stuff?" demands Reki, a little louder than he meant to.
Langa's brow furrows in puzzlement. "Like what?"
"Like everything!" Reki bursts out.
Now Langa looks worried. "I thought -" He falls silent for a moment, but Reki's too mad to help him figure out how to express himself, the way Reki usually does.
"Sometimes," says Langa slowly, "It's like - I can tell you want to do stuff, but you want it to be someone else's idea? Remember when you watched pop shuvit videos for like a week, but you didn't even try to do one until Miya said it's hard to get the timing right?"
Reki does remember. He didn't realize that's what he was doing - he just likes to do research and be prepared before he tries something, is all. Miya mentioning it the one time was totally a coincidence. Now, though, he recalls how many times Langa has suggested he try a trick that Reki had been looking into. Reki's kind of surprised at how closely Langa's been paying attention to him.
"Skating is completely different from - all that other stuff you've dared me to do," is what Reki finally says. It was kind of exciting to break rules like that, and he liked proving to Langa that he could do something Langa didn't think he could do. But Reki hates feeling trapped between choices that all seem to lead to humiliation.
"Oh," Langa says quietly. He's silent for a long moment, and Reki can almost hear his brain working to take in this new information. "You don't have to jerk off, Reki." Langa peers down at him from the bed, expression concerned, like he's worried Reki's mad at him.
"Maybe I want to anyways," grumbles Reki, but a little bubble of amusement is rising in his chest. Everything's fine between them, Langa's just being a weirdo like always.
"Yeah?" Langa says eagerly. And then, hurriedly, voice gone apologetic, "Whichever is cool."
Reki shoves the covers down so he can press his palm over his dick, which has started to get hard while they've been talking about jerking off. "Do you want me to?" he asks, watching Langa - which means he catches Langa's sharp inhale as his eyes go wide.
"Yeah." Langa stares right back at Reki, gaze flicking from his face down to his crotch. Only moments later, Langa is slipping off the bed and climbing onto the futon to join Reki. His weight settles over Reki's thighs, straddling him.
"Dare you to kiss me," Reki breathes, and Langa pitches forward to bring their mouths together.
Reki parts his lips to match Langa's open-mouthed moan as their lips come together. Langa's tongue strokes slippery over Reki's lower lip, and Reki reaches out with his own tongue to meet him. Kissing like this is strange, jaw stretched wide and gasping wet breaths back and forth. It feels raw and frantic compared to the couple of gentle, fleeting kisses Reki's experienced before, the sensation in his lips surging through his body and making Reki grind his palm against his cock.
Langa leans forward a little more and his hips shift forward, his own dick a ridge of heat pressing into the back of Reki's hand. Reki grabs at Langa's pajama pants, and then one of Langa's hands is unhelpfully dragging at his waistband. Somehow they get Langa's pants off, and then he almost chokes Reki trying to yank his shirt off. Reki returns the favour, but pointedly takes Langa's shirt off more gently. It goes a lot easier when you grab the other person's elbows to guide them, as he's learned from helping his little sisters.
Reki's still wearing his shorts, but Langa ignores them and kisses Reki again. It's just as hot and wet as a moment ago, and Langa licks into his mouth eagerly. His hands stroke gently over Reki's shoulders and back, and Reki shivers at the soft, almost tickly sensation. He had no idea the skin on his back could make him breathless and excited like this.
The stray wish that Reki wants Langa's hands all over his body is granted abruptly - in part - when Langa shoves his hand down the back of Reki's shorts and grabs his ass.
Reki yelps against Langa's mouth and snatches at his wrists, Langa laughing and wrestling back. There's a moment or two of confused scrambling, and Reki loses his shorts in the struggle, but even though Langa is taller and broader-shouldered than Reki he ends up on his back, Reki pinning his wrists above his head.
Langa shoves ineffectually against Reki's grip and then slumps back. "Reki, c'mon, I wanna touch you," he whines.
That does sound nice. Just once Reki wants Langa to be the one who reacts, though. It's hard to get Langa surprised or off-balance, usually he's so calm as to seem indifferent to whatever's happening around him.
Now, though, when Reki grinds down against Langa and rubs their cocks together, Langa gasps under him and arches up, eyelashes fluttering. His fingers curl into fists, but his arms are limp and relaxed under Reki's grip. Langa's dazed moaning rings in Reki's ears.
Reki chances releasing one of Langa's wrists - he obediently slips that arm under the one Reki's pinning - and reaches down between their bodies. He doesn't just want to see Langa react, he also wants to know what Langa's cock feels like in his hand. Reki's gotten to know so many different parts of Langa, some of which Langa doesn't share with many people, like the joy on his face when he lands a new trick. The thought that Reki has a chance to learn something else intimate about Langa, new private knowledge between the two of them, makes his heart beat faster.
It probably shouldn't be a surprise that Langa's dick mostly feels like his own. It's hot in Reki's hand, skin soft and delicate. What's most exciting though is how Langa gasps heavily when Reki curls his fingers around it. He swipes his thumb across the slick tip and watches Langa's eyelashes flutter and his chest heave.
"Reki -"
Langa's helpless, cheeks flushed dark and legs twitching under Reki's weight. The hand Reki's holding down clenches into a fist when Reki rubs his fingertip in tiny circles around the tip of Langa's dick, and Langa's body tenses so hard that he almost throws Reki off.
"Wanna make you feel good," Langa gasps out plaintively between heaving breaths. He's staring up at Reki with wide, dazed eyes. His wrists are still obediently crossed under Reki's grip. Reki's cock is throbbing and hot, and he really does want Langa to touch him, except he also really likes having Langa stretched out like this underneath him.
"You can't use your hands," Reki hears himself say sternly. He doesn't mean to be so bossy - he just wants Langa not to distract him, while Reki's already so overwhelmed trying to explore every part of his body.
But Langa's eyes go half-lidded. "I'll be good," he says in a hoarse, breathy voice. "Can we try something, though?"
Reki cautiously releases Langa's wrists, ready for something weird - but Langa just wants to bring his knees towards his chest. For a moment Reki's dodging Langa's sharp heels way too close to his face, but then Langa squirms closer so Reki's cock brushes the backs of his upturned thighs.
"Do it like this?" Langa's fingers poke between his legs in illustration, before he remembers himself and snatches his hand back. His twists his fingers into the pillow behind his head, elbows jutting out from his body and leaving his underarms and their tufts of dark hair bare to Reki's gaze.
It takes them a moment to figure out the best position, with Langa on his back and Reki sitting up on his knees. Once Reki's cock is between Langa's thighs though, soft smooth skin pressing close from every side, he stops worrying about whether it looks stupid to have Langa's ankles slung over one of his shoulders. The arm Reki has around Langa's legs gives him perfect leverage to grind his cock forward into the yielding space. After only a few moments, Reki's body has picked up a rhythm and he's eagerly fucking Langa's thighs. Reki's dick keeps releasing little pulses of wetness, quickly making Langa's thighs slippery.
Thrusting is hard work, and Reki finds himself leaning forward, pressing Langa into the futon and folding his legs back towards his chest. Langa's moaning and squirming below him though, thighs squeezing around Reki's cock. Reki realizes that the way he's shoving Langa's body back and forth, Langa's cock is rubbing against his stomach - he's getting off without Reki even touching him.
"Next time I want you to fuck me like this," Langa pants. For a moment Reki's mind goes blank, refusing to parse the words, and then his whole body flushes hot at the thought of Langa opening around him like that.
"Next time - you mean -" Reki stammers around trying to ask Langa what he meant. His hips jerk and drive him into the yielding warmth of Langa's thighs again.
"Yeah." Langa meets his eyes, a smile playing around his mouth. "Don't worry, I'll just dare you," he says between gasped breaths.
Reki groans at the reminder, and smacks Langa's ass - but Langa just laughs breathlessly. Reki can't lean close enough to kiss him from here, so he rests his free hand on the dip of Langa's waist to feel more connected. It also lets Reki yank him back into each thrust, his body going shivery and erratic at the building heat threatens to spill over - and then he's clutching Langa's legs and sobbing for breath as he comes. Reki grinds into the softness of Langa's thighs, drawing out the pleasure as his cock pulses and twitches.
Reki's too spent to do anything except try to stay upright as he catches his breath. Langa's squirming below him, thighs rubbing Reki's too-sensitive cock and making him twitch with shocks of pleasure. He pulls back and lets go of Langa's legs, which fall to either side. Langa's thighs are sticky with Reki's come, and his cock juts stiffly, flushed dark.
Langa's hands are still clinging to the pillow behind his head, just like Reki had told him. Something swells warm and proud in Reki's chest, seeing that Langa was so focused on pleasing Reki.
Reki reaches out and wraps his hand around Langa's cock, and Langa gasps eagerly below him.
"Reki, please!" Langa is loud enough that Reki has a moment of panic before he remembers that Langa's mom is at work, and won't come barging into the room asking what's going on.
"It's fine," Reki says quietly. He leans forward - now that he's between Langa's legs, he can kiss him the way he'd wanted to. "That was great, you felt so good," Reki says just before pressing their mouths together, and Langa moans against his lips.
It's strange to feel Langa tensing and shuddering under him while Reki's relaxed. Langa does most of the work by rocking his hips into Reki's grip - which is good, Reki can't move very fast right now. When Langa starts panting too hard to keep kissing, Reki presses his mouth to his cheek, his jaw, his neck, each patch of warm skin a different texture under his lips.
Langa's whole body tenses and he groans out a few slow, heaving breaths - Reki's distracted from what Langa sounds like by his cock jerking and pulsing in his hand, though. A little of it gets on his fingers, but mostly Langa comes all over his own stomach. Langa doesn't seem to notice he's a mess, just flings his arms around Reki and topples them onto their sides in a tangle of limbs.
Langa's face is pressed into Reki's neck, and he's murmuring Reki's name so quietly Reki doesn't think he realizes it. He pets Langa's silky hair with his clean hand while they catch their breath.
"Hey Reki," Langa says, a little more clearly than he's been speaking. "I like you."
After everything they've done, that's what makes Reki's face heat up. "I like you too, a lot," he says back around tightness in his throat.
Langa peers up at Reki's face. "I dare you to be my boyfriend."
Exasperated, Reki shoves Langa's shoulder, but he's holding Reki too tightly to go anywhere.
"Just tell me what you want, without making it a dare! I don't wanna wonder if you're just making fun of me." Langa looks perplexed, and Reki wonders for a moment if he's being too sensitive. Maybe Langa doesn't think dares are a big deal.
"I want to date you," Langa says, changing gears easily. "Can we be boyfriends?"
"Yeah," Reki replies. He can't look directly at Langa's face, with how bright and intent his expression is.
"And I want you to fuck me next time." Langa pauses expectantly, and Reki frantically looks for any loopholes so he doesn't trap himself.
"If we have - y'know, supplies. And if nobody else is home. But yeah, I want that too."
"Let's go on a real date, Reki." Langa's voice is slowing, sleepiness making him trip over his consonants. "C'n we go to A&W?"
"Sure, I'll go anywhere with you," says Reki.