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Reki couldn’t believe what he was seeing. After all the grief Langa had given him for his messy apartment, just the first few steps inside Langa’s were like stepping into a wasteland of… things. Unfolded laundry strewn about, magazines and mail on every surface.
“Dude,” Reki said, giving Langa a look that he hoped emanated something along the lines of ‘what the actual fuck am I seeing right now,’ and Langa groaned, quickly ushering him into the kitchen.
“You promised you wouldn’t laugh,” Langa said, pouting as he proceeded to dig through various drawers and cupboards, coming up with some bandaids and a washcloth for the rather large scrape on his forehead. They’d been dating for a few weeks, all giddy and gross and way too happy together—at least according to Miya—and Reki had been teaching Langa to skate. Trying to anyway. Most days ended with Langa covered in various cuts and bruises, and today was no exception—one particularly bad fall leading them here, to Langa’s apartment for the first time. Though, now, Reki was pretty sure he knew why it was only the first time.
“Yeah, I can see why you made me promise that,” he snorted, giving Langa’s shoulder a playful nudge before hopping up onto the counter next to the sink. “Here, let me.” He beckoned Langa closer, taking the washcloth and wetting it as Langa scooted in snug between his legs.
“Like this?”
“Mhm,” Reki hummed, then dabbed at the cut a bit, eyeing it closely. “It’s not that bad actually. Bandaid?” Langa dropped a bandaid into his open palm, leaning in slightly as Reki smoothed it across his forehead with his thumb. “There, all good, dude.” A shy smile pulled at Langa’s lips as Reki’s hand lingered, and god he was cute. He was always this cute. But up close in Reki’s space, breathing the same air, hair falling over his eyes, pale cheeks filling with color whenever Reki did something like cup his face in his hands, running a thumb over his lower lip or just pulling him straight in for a kiss. Honestly, after how long he’d spent working up the courage to confess, Reki still couldn’t believe he could just do that whenever—kiss Langa whenever, wherever, even right there on the counter if they wanted to.
“Langa,” he said, hands settling around Langa’s back. “Can I kiss you?”
“You don’t have to ask, Reki.” Langa mumbled back, and then, mildly, like it wasn’t that big of a deal at all, like it wasn’t gonna unravel Reki’s brain into a puddle on the floor, added, “You can do anything you want.”
Releasing a shaky breath, Reki nodded absently a few times, “Right, right…” As if that hadn’t just put all sorts of thoughts into his head. Then, he tugged at the hem of Langa’s shirt, “What if I wanna do more than kiss you?”
“Reki,” Langa frowned, gently knocking their foreheads together. “I said anything, didn’t I?” And oh, oh. Reki nearly wheezed as he let that sink in.
Anything.
“Y-Yeah,” he managed after a few moments of mental spiraling, because ‘anything’ had the potential to be kind of a lot. “Wasn’t sure you’d–” wanna. But clearly Langa wanted, quickly closing the distance between them before Reki could finish.
“I want to,” he mumbled into Reki’s mouth, and Reki couldn’t help but grin, eagerly kissing back until cool hands slipped under his shirt, startling him into nearly slipping off the counter.
“Dude, your hands are freezing,” he laughed as Langa hoisted him back up, earning a small pout in return and another cool hand, softer this time, on his waist out of spite. But, if he was being honest, he kinda wanted Langa’s hands back on him like that, firm, a little rough, gripping at his thighs and shoving him back up onto the counter, and, and– yeah, okay, maybe he wanted Langa’s hands all over him. In him, even, and Langa had said… anything .
God. Who let him say that? Just thinking about it was making Reki warm, too warm, his pants slowly tightening to the point of being uncomfortable as they traded increasingly heated kisses, and sure Langa had said ‘anything’ but did he really mean anything? Either way, the fact that Reki wanted something was hardly subtle from his compromising position on the kitchen counter. And the fact that he couldn’t really see if Langa was similarly… strained… beneath his long, oversized sweater was incredibly frustrating.
“Oh,” Langa said suddenly after pressing a bit too close, breaking the kiss to look very pointedly down at the space between them. “You have–”
“Yeah, yeah, I know!” Reki scrambled to clamp a hand over Langa’s mouth, wincing a little as his dick twitched against the rough fabric of his jeans when Langa didn’t look away. “C’mon, don’t stare,” he groaned, taking the opportunity to slip his hoodie off over his head, losing his headband along with it and sending his hair tumbling down into his face. Perfect, really, since it might hide how red he probably was. Langa didn’t seem bothered by the way things were progressing though, which was good, you know, ‘cause not that Reki was about to say it out loud, but he kinda wanted Langa to fuck him right there on the counter if he truly meant what he said. And maybe he did mean it, because they were kissing again as soon as the hoodie hit the floor, Langa’s hands slipping up under his shirt and quickly warming against his skin.
“You’re wearing the shirt,” Langa said, breath heavy and hot against his lips, and yeah, he was wearing it. The shirt that made his muscles stand out a little more than he liked, but that Langa seemed to like more than a little. Definitely not because he was hoping Langa might get a little handsy when he saw it. No, definitely not. But boy was it working—his hands snaking down Reki sides, grazing his stomach up under the fabric. He shivered when Langa’s fingers caught on the waistband of his jeans, lingering over the button, and just the thought of Langa taking him with his hand littered his arms with small goosebumps.
“Keep going,” Reki said, urging Langa to pull the button loose, rocking his hips back once it was free so Langa could slide his jeans all the way off. Langa’s eyes widened, at either the familiar purple boxers or the wetness already seeping through them, before he dipped his head down, kissing his way down Reki’s body until he settled on his knees, mouth ghosting Reki’s dick beneath the soft fabric, then glancing up with a grin before tugging at the boxers with his teeth.
“F-Fuck,” Reki stumbled over the word, barely able to breathe at all with Langa kneeling between his legs like that, pulling at his boxers until they bunched below his thighs. He sucked in his breath as Langa glanced up with a subtle smile, then down again, almost hungrily, and nope, nope, nope. It was too embarrassing—sitting on the counter, almost entirely exposed under the crappy kitchen lighting, while Langa was… there… fully clothed, eyeing him like that.
“Reki…” Langa whined as Reki clasped his face between his hands, pulling him back up off the floor. “No?” He pouted, and Reki dropped his hands to tug Langa’s sweater up to his chest.
“Take this off first,” he replied, cheeks flushed and warm, because yes, very much yes, but– “don’t wanna be the only one,” he added, gaping a little when Langa didn’t hesitate and stripped off his sweater far too provocatively for the dingy apartment kitchen they were about to have sex in. God, was anything he did not sexy? Of course a quiet guy like Langa would undress like that and remove underwear with his teeth.
“Jeez, c’mere,” he pulled Langa back between his legs by the waist of his pants, tugging the button loose as Langa’s mouth found his neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the skin, sucking lightly, tracing the area with his tongue, then–
Reki swore as the zipper snagged on the seam. Though probably not a coincidence that it also happened at the exact same moment Langa bit into his shoulder.
“Langa,” he hastily peeled Langa off him, trying really hard not to think about how Langa’s bare chest felt under his hands. “I wanna get you out of these pants, but I can’t focus with you doing that.”
“Oh,” Langa hummed a little too happily, clearly stifling a smile as Reki turned his attention back to the zipper. The second Langa’s jeans dropped to his ankles, Reki tugged his boxer-briefs down around his ass and pulled him back into a deep kiss, unable to catch the moan that escaped at the first brush of skin against skin. Slowly, Langa grinded against him—hands making their way down his thighs, cupping his ass, squeezing indents into his skin and spreading him apart, and fuck, it felt good. But if Langa's hands were gonna be down there, he'd really rather they be doing something else.
“Do you… have lube?” He gasped out as Langa’s fingers continued to tease too much, too close, leaving him feeling jittery and hot against the cool countertop.
“Lube,” Langa paused, nose and eyebrows scrunching up in uncertainty, and Reki was pretty sure his mind was doing something like ‘oh fuck, oh no, do I have lube?’ And god, he fucking better. But then his eyes widened, and he quickly let go of Reki, making a little motion with his hands for Reki to stay put before tripping and stumbling his way out of the kitchen with his pants still around his ankles.
Trying to contain his laughter as best he could, Reki watched as Langa's ridiculously pale ass disappeared down the hall. He bounced on his hands a few times in anticipation while Langa was gone, wishing the counter was a little bit warmer but eventually shimmying out of his boxers the rest of the way and kicking them to the floor. And after a few minutes of drawers and cupboards slamming shut while Langa inevitably hunted down the lube as fast as he could, he finally came hurrying back, pants and underwear lost somewhere along the way, and Reki couldn't resist any longer.
“Dude,” he burst out laughing, because seeing Langa running stark naked down the hall, holding the lube and a condom close to his chest like they were precious gems he found on his quest to fuck Reki on the kitchen counter, was quite possibly the funniest thing he’d ever seen. “I can’t believe you sometimes,” he laughed, unable to stop even when Langa whacked at his arm, insisting it wasn’t that funny, and was still laughing a few minutes later when Langa’s mouth found his again, pressing him back against the hard surface with a small oomph as one cold, slick finger carefully pushed into him.
“Okay?” Langa whispered, and Reki nodded as the pressure waned, breathing heavily into the space between them and gripping at Langa’s shoulders as Langa slowly worked him open.
“M-More,” he said, once he felt like he could handle it, wanted it. “More’s okay.” And he angled his hips slightly, trying to take more of Langa in himself—something that proved far too difficult with the counter directly beneath him. Thankfully, Langa got the idea.
“You– you’re gonna– have to clean this all up,” Reki joked as Langa pushed a little deeper and– ah. He sucked in his breath after a few agonizingly slow strokes left him barely breathing.
“That’s what the condom is for,” Langa replied, and god, Reki would be laughing. He would be laughing because it was so funny, but another cold finger slipped in, carefully, prodding a little and stretching, slowly warming up and easing into pleasure, and all Reki could do was breathe. Breathe, and finally take a moment to stretch his own fingers out a bit, once he realized he was practically burying his nails into Langa’s shoulder.
“S-Sorry,” he muttered, but Langa shook his head, flushed cheeks easily visible for once with his hair sticking to the beads of sweat at his hairline.
"Still okay?"
Reki nodded, head falling back with a groan as Langa moved his fingers deeper. "It’s good," he managed, "r-really good."
Langa added a third at some point—though Reki wasn't really sure when—easily hitting that spot that seemed to turn him into a mumbling mess, and rambling out Langa's name amidst whatever other words happened to fall out of his mouth with every staggered breath. He was getting close, fuck– so close, and he knew it, but Langa hadn’t even–
“L-Langa, wait–” He quickly reached down to pull Langa’s fingers out of him, tugging Langa’s body in close instead as he wrapped a hand around Langa’s dick, already hard and leaking, and giving it a few quick strokes. “I want you,” he huffed, and god, he couldn’t believe he was saying that. He couldn’t believe half the things he was saying, but Langa nodded so quickly and seriously that he couldn’t bring himself to care, even with the slight discomfort that came as Langa eased into him, slow and careful, giving him plenty of time to adjust.
“Okay?” Langa asked with one short, shallow thrust, waiting until Reki nodded before pressing in deeper, slowly moving with his hands firm on Reki’s hips, and fuck– Reki could barely breathe, barely think. It was so much, but so good, and Langa– Langa pulled him a bit closer to the edge of the counter, burying his face into Reki’s shoulder, and Reki gasped as the angle shifted when he did.
“Fuck, dude,” Reki breathed out, crossing his legs behind Langa’s back, “keep doing that.”
So Langa leaned in, catching Reki’s mouth in a kiss as he thrusted up, holding him firm against the counter, and god there was no way he was gonna last. Not like this. At least Langa didn’t seem like he would either, eyes squeezed shut, barely stifling groans against Reki’s lips as they kissed, hot and messy and quickly losing whatever rhythm they’d picked up to start.
It wasn't long before Reki was coming just as quickly as he thought, biting at his lip, head falling back as a few more thrusts coaxed him through the aftershocks, leaving Langa just as spent against his chest. His arms ached with both of their weight, but the counter hurt more, only noticeable now with Langa collapsed against him. He didn’t really wanna move, he wanted to cuddle and kiss and maybe wrap his legs back around Langa and go again in twenty minutes, but–
“Dude my butt’s digging into the edge of the counter,” he groaned, a little more than annoyed that the counter wasn’t the best place for post-sex cuddles. Langa muffled an apology into his shoulder before slowly pulling back and slipping out of him, and Reki quickly stripped off his shirt to clean them both off, wincing a little when he tried to hop off the counter.
“I can–” Langa started, leaning in to lift Reki up into his arms.
“Whoa,” said Reki as Langa swayed a bit. “You good?” And Langa nodded, glancing around the room like he wasn’t quite sure where to go until Reki prodded his cheek with his nose. “Bedroom?” He whispered, and Langa nodded again, still a little wobbly as he carried Reki to the bedroom, falling face first into the sheets with an exhausted huff the second he’d placed Reki gently on the mattress.
“Sorry our first time together was on the kitchen counter,” he mumbled into the pillow. “It hurt your butt.”
Reki snorted, “I think that would’ve happened either way, dude. Besides, it was… um– yeah. We should totally do it again.” He smiled sheepishly, and Langa giggled as he turned his head to face Reki on the pillow.
“We can do it somewhere comfier next time,” he said amidst a yawn, eyes drifting shut as Reki chuckled, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind his ear.
“Okay, man. Anything you want.”
Eyes still closed, Langa’s mouth quirked up into a grin, like maybe ‘anything’ was something he kinda thought about too. “Love you, Reki,” he said, and Reki’s heart thrummed a bit faster. He already knew, or had guessed—always thinking he could see it reflecting back in Langa’s eyes. But hearing it… man, hearing it was something else.
Pulling the blankets up over their bodies, he buried his face in the pillow, cheeks burning.
“Love you too, Langa.”
It was darker in the room when Reki opened his eyes again. Probably the middle of the night, he guessed, realizing he must’ve dozed off while he and Langa were whispering back and forth under the covers. Now, Langa was sleeping soundly beside him, hair splayed out over his eyes and nose as he snored lightly into the pillow.
Cute… Reki thought as he tucked the blanket back around Langa’s shoulders, feeling more and more like the luckiest guy in the world. Alright, maybe not the luckiest, because he really needed to pee when all he wanted to do was stay there with Langa. He wasn’t wrong when he’d thought about how nice it would be to sleep next to him.
Finally tearing his eyes away, he felt around for his phone before remembering with a groan that it was in his pants pocket. The pants that were currently on the floor of the kitchen. Where he’d dropped them. Well, where Langa had stripped them off, pulled down his boxers with his teeth, then– ha. God, it was super embarrassing now that he was thinking about it, even though it hadn’t been in the heat of the moment.
C’mon, get a grip, he told himself, quietly tapping his cheeks a few times to snap out of it. Because really, it wasn’t that embarrassing that they’d fucked on the counter. No, it would only be embarrassing if Miya found out about it. And Reki was gonna take that secret with him to his grave.
Easing off the bed with an odd amount of determination for whatever god awful hour of the night it was, he tiptoed down the hall, grabbing his clothes from the floor in the kitchen and wrapping them awkwardly around his waist. Not like anyone could see, but it was a little cold in the apartment without any clothes on, and, frankly, he wasn’t too keen on any ghosts catching him wandering around naked.
Not that that would happen, but… just in case.
Fists tightening around his jeans (for safety purposes), he took another quick look around the kitchen. A small bottle near the sink caught his eye, and he grabbed that too… just in case… then shuffled back down the hall, making a brief stop at the bathroom before ditching his clothes at the foot of the bed and climbing back in next to Langa.
Could ghosts see through fabric? God, he hoped not. He snuggled a bit closer (for safety purposes), and with Langa tucked against him, he drifted off more easily than he had in an entire month.
The following morning, Reki woke up to Langa’s chin digging into his shoulder and bright blue eyes staring intently at him. He blinked, then Langa blinked, then Langa’s cheeks reddened.
“Sorry,” Langa said, quickly burying his face into Reki’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Reki snorted and rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around Langa and squeezing him tight. He’d always wanted to do this kind of thing—sleep in, snuggled up against Langa or with Langa snuggled into him like he was now, breath puffing against his chest in somewhat uneven strokes, and– ah. No wonder he was breathing funny; he was kinda hard, pushed up against Reki’s leg a little. But Reki had thought about that, too—fooling around in bed together on a lazy weekend morning.
“Hey, Langa…” Reki started, nudging his knee a bit more pointedly between Langa’s legs, and the surprised squeak that followed told him Langa knew he’d been found out. Scooting down a bit further so that they were face to face, Reki didn’t think he’d ever seen Langa so red in his life. For someone who hadn’t seemed too flustered over having sex on the kitchen counter last night, he was so shy now. “Dude, you’re so red,” he laughed quietly, nose bumping against Langa’s as he pressed their lips together. Angling his hips a bit more, he moved against Langa slowly, grinning when Langa whimpered into his mouth. “Do you wanna… maybe do it again?” He breathed out, because last night was good. Really good. But also kinda fast, because, honestly, you could’ve cut the tension between them over the past month with a knife and even Reki could see that now. So of course it had all billowed up, ending with a quickie on the kitchen counter and both of them passed out not twenty minutes after. But now, now he could take his time. And he wanted that—to take his time, slowly unraveling Langa, making him just as flushed and breathless as he’d been the night before. Though, maybe this time–
“Langa,” Reki said again, shuffling down a little further, his hand brushing the backside of Langa’s thigh and drawing another whine out of him as his head fell back into the pillows. “Is that a yes?” He laughed, and Langa nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and mumbling something about anything. And sure, Langa was pretty, but seeing him all blushy and ruffled with a terrible bedhead… Reki was the only one who got to see him like that, and it was all he needed to slide the rest of the way down the bed, taking most of the blankets with him as he settled between Langa’s legs, pushing them up slightly before pausing again. He hadn’t really checked what was okay (aside from anything, but really, was anything?) , but this position felt kinda obvious he thought as he looked back up at Langa.
“Is this okay?” He asked, kissing the inside of Langa’s thigh once, then again a little closer, a little further down, pushing Langa’s legs a little higher with his hands.
“Reki,” Langa breathed out, arms fumbling around in the sheets as Reki nipped at the tender skin.
“What?” He placed a few more kisses along Langa’s inner thigh. “You didn’t answer me, you know.” Another muffled groan as Langa shuffled around some more, and Reki was pretty sure he was nodding again, but–
"Langa, are you sure this is cool? You don’t, uh… mind if I do it?” He added hesitantly, just as the bottle of lube came flying across the bed and hit him in the shoulder. “Ow, dude,” he laughed as Langa shot him a little glare.
“Stop teasing me,” Langa huffed, and Reki grinned back.
“Okay, okay, I got you.”
He hummed softly as he leaned in, ignoring the lube for the moment and squeezing Langa’s legs a bit tighter, running his tongue along Langa’s thighs and entrance before pushing gently inside. Langa’s breathing staggered as he did, and fuck– this was probably gonna be fast again, too. He tried to set a slower pace, watching Langa’s hands curl into the sheets as he worked him over with his tongue; switching to slicked fingers and seeing Langa fall apart as he hit that one spot over and over. He shoved his free hand down between his own legs once Langa seemed to be getting close, palming his dick and coming far too easily with the view in front of him just before Langa did, light spasms following them both as they came down from their high. And god, Langa looked so worn out. Dazed, but happy, with a goofy little smile on his face, eyes half-lidded and bleary.
“Reki,” he mumbled, making little grabby hands as Reki scrambled over him, hovering a little—careful of the mess—as he bent down for a kiss. It was perfect, though, like everything with Langa was. Lazy and breathy, but perfect. And Reki couldn’t stand how badly it made him want to do… everything ... for the guy in front of him, how badly it made him want to do everything with him. Not just… this, but anything, everything. Life. But they were still new, and talks like that still seemed a little scary, so he smiled against Langa’s lips and pulled back slightly.
“Can I make you breakfast?” He asked, huffing out a laugh when Langa’s eyes widened, lighting up in the slivers of sun shining through the shaded bedroom window. God, he could really get used to seeing that every morning.
“Okay,” Langa nodded, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair from Reki’s eyes. “Hands off the oven though.”