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It was just another cloudy night on Okinawa Island. The sky was a beautiful nighttime blue and the air was oh so fresh after the heavy rainstorm from earlier that day.
Langa and Reki had hung out about an hour and a half before that and spent the majority of their time laying in Reki’s bed, adjoined at the hip, watching skating videos that Reki had told Langa were just “super frikkin’ rad!”. Langa didn’t love watching those videos but he didn’t hate them either. Most of the time when Reki suggests watching videos together, Langa agrees because he knows it’s one of the only times he can catch Reki off guard and stare at his beautiful face longer than a glance. Other than when he falls asleep in class- which from Langa’s point of view, is amazing- he doesn’t get that chance a lot.
All he cared about was letting Reki nerd out over the things he loved and to admire that glimmer in his eyes when he ranted about things he was passionate about.
Back to the present time, Reki sits at his desk in his old, broken down wheely chair, spinning circles while doom-scrolling skating videos on his phone. His eyes avert from his phone for a split second as he makes another loop around on his chair, almost falling then barely catching himself before disaster. A crimson red notebook lying on the floor catches his attention. Not remembering owning a notebook of that color, he squints his eyes scrutinizingly, then decides to get up to get a better look at the thing. Sure he has millions of sketchbooks full of board design sketches and plenty of journals filled with thoughts that probably shouldn’t be shared, but to see one he didn’t recognize was definitely a new experience.
Picking up the notebook, Reki suspiciously inspected it for about a minute before remembering seeing Langa writing in something earlier that looked identical to what he was holding. Having that epiphany, he facepalms, feeling like an idiot for not noticing something that clearly belonged to Langa.
His gut told him not to, but his head really had some impulsive thoughts about opening that journal of his. Maybe it had things he shouldn’t know that were private to Langa and Langa only; or maybe…it had things about him.
As that last thought crossed his mind, he decided it wouldn’t hurt just to peek a bit at recent entries. Quite possibly the one he had caught the bluenette writing earlier in the corner of his room.
To his surprise, he had actually turned to the exact page that had been written most recently, dating: 5/6/21.
“Holy crap, that was today!” Reki exclaimed out loud, not recognizing how loud he was actually being until Kiyoomi shouted for him to shut up from two doors down the hallway. He frowned at being told to be quiet, planning to give his sister an earful later about her late-night calls with her friends that are twenty times louder than what Reki had said aloud.
Looking back at the page, he skimmed the first few sentences and immediately found his name.
“Reki looks so pretty. He’s just sitting on his bed sketching but it means so much to me that he’s comfortable just hanging out in the same space. It feels like we live together or something like that.”
Reki’s eyes widened as he continued to read down the smooth notebook paper.
“His eyes are just so beautiful in this lighting. The sun is reflecting off his skin and he looks better than ever. I just wish he wasn’t so deflective when I tell him he’s pretty. I wish he could see himself the way I do.”
By the time Reki had gone halfway down the page, his jaw was slack open in disbelief. He thought there was no way that Laanga felt the same way he did, so he kept all his feelings to himself, but now? He was sure. Or at least 80% sure, so he kept reading for a little more proof.
~
The next morning, Reki found himself passed out on his bed with Langa’s notebook clutched against his chest. All of the memories of what he had read came back to him in a flash, his cheeks turning beet red remembering one entry specifically.
“When Reki patches up my skating injuries, he always gets so close and it makes me want to kiss him. His lips always look so soft and his face is just so content like he enjoys putting bandaids on me..But I had a dream the other night about him. It was kind of a weird one, so I should leave it out of the journal, but it makes me want to take initiative and do something about confessing to Reki before someone takes him.”
Reki’s cheeks were burning up so much so to the point where he thought he might just have to check his temperature for a fever.
“Oh god… I should really bring this back to Langa.” Reki mumbled out loud, flipping to the first page, running his callused fingers against the smooth paper with Langa’s name written in.
He stood up from his bed and continued to stare at the notebook. Out of all colors, Reki thought, why did he choose red? Specifically crimson red?
“Psh, what a weird…color…” Reki stopped in his tracks when he glanced at himself in the mirror. His legs were bruised and scarred from all his skateboarding injuries and he was still covered in freckles and tan as ever, but the one thing that really made his gears start turning was his hair. Reki’s hair was red. Specifically crimson red.
“Well, fuck.” He groaned to himself, crouching down in a ball, wrapping his arms around his knees. “How could I have been so stupid…” He grumbled, feeling guilty about all the times he brushed Langa’s affection off as his natural touchy nature. But really thinking about it, Langa avoided people and physical contact a lot when they were at school. Reki was the only one he let touch him.
God, he had never felt so foolish.
The worst part about this all was that he had no idea what to do from here on. He could return Langa’s notebook and pretend he never read it, or he could continue to read it until Langa notices it’s missing.
Feeling slightly guilty about the second option, he decided to meet the two options in the middle and read a bit more then bring it back the next time he sees him.
Reki rubbed his eyes and yawned, feeling a little more awake now. Looking around his room, he noticed another thing out of place. Had Langa really left another thing in his room?
Only slightly standing up from his sulky, curled up position, he moved over to the fabric that hung enticingly on Reki’s pile of skateboarding magazines.
No way. Did Langa seriously forget his jacket too?? As Reki picked up the soft material, he instinctively held it up to his face, closing his eyes, breathing in the scent of the plush, grey hoodie. It smelt just like Langa, and Langa smelt so damn good every damn day. Was there ever a time when Langa didn’t smell good? Reki thought to himself. Even after their long, tiring skating sessions, he never smelt bad to Reki. If he was being honest, that specific scent of Langa’s musk after working his body for hours woke up something in Reki he didn’t know he could feel before.
Opening his eyes, the slight tent forming in his sweatpants brought him out of his fantasy and back to reality.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Reki groaned in annoyance. It had to be morning wood, right? There’s no way he was hard just from thinking about Langa–
He knew he was fucked when his pants suddenly felt two sizes too small.
“Well, it can’t be bad to just relieve it…it’ll only be a minute…”
He stood idle for a few seconds before rushing out of his room, peeking out the front door to find his driveway empty. No cars in sight. Now his sister's room was the only mystery unsolved.
Barely three minutes later, Reki has perused the entire house and made sure he was the absolute only one home. Scurrying back to his room, he slammed his door shut, hopping onto his bed with Langa’s hoodie in his hands.
By the time he had his hand down his pants and his face shoved in that stupid grey hoodie, Reki realized how excited he actually was about this newfound kink of his. Okay, maybe it wasn’t exactly a kink…or maybe it was. Reki didn’t know and he obviously didn’t have the time to decide because the most important thing to him right now was getting his “problem” taken care of and doing it in the most pleasurable way possible.
~
“Is he awake yet? Should I text him? What if I call him.. Is that too forward? What if he looked through it? Augh, I don’t know…” Langa groaned, staring blankly at his past messages with Reki texting about something dumb like usual. He wanted to ask about going back over to get the things he forgot, but he was struggling with it big time right now. After all, what are you supposed to say when you accidentally leave your journal at your crushes house that has things about them in it? In Langa’s case, he decides to say nothing until the other boy brings it up.
He shuffled around on his covers on his bed and rolled over to his back, staring up at his phone with Reki’s contact on his half-lit screen.
“I wonder what Reki’s even doing right now...”
“Nnhg.. fuck, Langa…” Reki moaned hoarsely, hand around his dick as he breathed deeply into the material of the bluenette’s hoodie. Every breath Reki took, all he could imagine was Langa’s stupid sexy face and the lingering scent of his fresh body wash and cologne.
“Does that feel good Reki? Do you like it when it’s fast?”
Reki grunted as he stiffened up, unable to rid the sound of Langa’s voice from his mind.
His abdomen tightened at the thought and he quickened his pace on his length, wanting to feel as good as possible in the least amount of time. “Langa… haah! S-shit, that’s good..”
“Maybe I will call him. He never minds when I do.” Langa hesitates at first, but eventually presses “call” and holds his phone up to his ear, waiting for an answer.
RING RING RING
Huh..? Who- oh shit, it’s Langa.
Reki furrowed his brows, trying to decide whether he should pick up the call, or let it ring. On the other hand, Reki always answers Langa’s calls, so he decided to pick up, but make sure he was discreet about what he had previously been doing.
Suddenly, the ringing stopped and a clicking of someone picking up woke Langa up a bit.
“Hey, Langa. What’s up..?”
Woah...his voice sounds so hot. Did he just wake up? Langa cleared his throat and began to talk through his phone.
“H-hey! I was just..calling to see how you are. Y’know, chill…haha.”
That was not chill.
“Ah, I see…I’m good. What about you?”
“I’m good, I uh-..” Now’s the time to ask him about my stuff! “I was wondering, did you happen to see a red journal lying around? Oh, and that grey hoodie I always wear. I think I left them. At your place, I mean!”
Great job, Idiot.. He facepalmed himself, feeling absolutely ridiculous.
“Oh- You..did leave them here..” Reki answered, his tone sounding quite flat.
“Great! So, uh…when can I come get them?” Langa swallowed, feeling strangely awkward through the pauses Reki was giving him.
“What if I just bring them to you at school tomorrow. I could um..wash your hoodie for you too.”
“Yeah, that’s cool…”
“Cool..”
Another lull in the conversation basically had them both sweating from the tension.
“So, that’s a plan.” Reki mumbled through his phone, awfully grateful for this conversation to be over so he could get back to his plans.
“Hey, uh! Can we.. talk for a bit?” Reki sighed, praying this would be over soon.
“Sure. What did you want to talk about?”
Langa shifted on his bed, sitting up, his back against the wall.
“Well, I kinda wanted your opinion on this skating video I saw the other day. It was of these two guys in a tunnel and-”
If Langa kept talking like he always did, maybe Reki could get away with a little friction here and there. Afterall, once Langa started talking about something, he usually went on for a while.
Reki sighed softly in relief as he reached back to stimulate his body a bit.
“Mmmh..” He groaned a bit, playing it off by ruffling his covers on his phone’s speaker, hoping Langa was deaf.
“So, what do you think?”
Shit. He had completely forgotten that he actually had to give Langa an answer. At this point, he might as well just let the secret out. Besides, he was too damn horny to care right now.
“Ah, I actually wasn’t listening. Sorry Langa.”
“ So you are doing what I thought you were.” Langa’s voice immediately dropped an octave and was suppressing this unbelievably sultry tone.
“H-huh?” Reki faltered in disbelief. Had Langa actually figured him out?
“I thought I was going crazy but that hoarse voice of yours and those soft sounds you’ve been letting out gave it away. You wanna tell me what you’re doing right now?” Langa teased, audibly grinning from the other line.
This side of Langa really surprised Reki; and honestly, really turned him on. Reki chuckled to himself before answering.
“Why don’t you take a guess?” He answered, bringing the same mood to their conversation.
“You’re laying in bed?”
“Mhm..”
“Is my hoodie in your hands?”
“Yeah..”
“I bet you’re getting off to the scent of it, aren’t you?” Reki’s breath caught in his throat, unable to answer immediately. He sat still, processing Langa’s words. Before he could come up with an answer, Langa chuckled and denied his own claim. “I’m just joking.. That’d be insanely weird, right? I mean, you wouldn’t do that unless you-”
“Youre right.” Langa’s eyes widened upon hearing the redhead’s confession, stopping his voice to hear Reki’s confession.
The redhead turned to his side, placing his phone on his bed, murmuring into the speakers. “You’re so fucking right Langa. I’ve been listening to your voice too, y’know.” Langa swallowed hard and blinked a few times before gathering the tenacity to reply.
“Does my voice turn you on or something? Perv.” Reki blushed through the phone and shoved Langa’s hoodie over his face, embarrassed. “You do, don’t you?” He follows up.
“Y-yeah…” The flushed and embarrassed boy’s words coming out muffled because of the hoodie.
“Can you repeat that Reki? I didn’t hear you..”
“Yes…”
“I’m sorry, I can't seem to understand you.” Langa teases, grinning to himself. Reki finally takes his face out of the hoodie to shout back at the blue haired boy through his phone.
“I said yes!! Is that what you wanted to hear? It does turn me on!” Langa bursts out in laughter, which leaves Reki completely befuddled, staring dead at his screen.
“Yeah, it is what I wanted to hear.”
Reki curls his body up next to his phone, pulling Langa’s grey hoodie to his chest, smelling it softly.
“Then,” Reki starts, lowering his voice to match the other boy’s. “Can you talk to me?”
Langa could’ve sworn his head just skipped a beat at those words. Maybe it even skipped two, because in all of his life, he has never been so grateful that Reki has the ability to be honest with him. Let alone, the audacity to get himself off on call with this man.
“Y-yeah…I can.”
Starting off easy, he thought it’d be best to initiate Reki’s wants before taking anything too far too quick.
“What are you thinking of right now?” Yeah, that’s a good start. Langa thought.
“You..”
“Me?”
“I’m thinking…of you.” Langa chuckled under his breath, blushing slightly, feeling Reki’s own embarrassment creep up his neck. “Don’t laugh! I can hear you y’know. I’m just nervous…I’ve never done this before.”
“Then do you want me to do it with you?”
“Huh? You– I–! …That’s fine with me..” Reki stuttered, then gave in to Langa’s suggestion. Langa figured it’s what he wanted anyway, he just wasn’t good at expressing it.
“So Reki, I’ll ask you again, what are you thinking of right now?” Reki’s body started to tense as he resumed his touch against his body, closing his eyes, letting his imagination take complete control to answer Langa’s question.
“Mmh.. I’m…imagining your face..”
“Yeah?”
Reki can’t help but jolt when Langa responds. His voice was so damn attractive and it drove him absolutely insane.
“A-and…you’re doing the same thing I am..”
“You’ve got that right. Keep going..”
As Reki held his phone up to his ear, he could hear Langa’s laboured breathing and soft moans as he touched himself. God, he was so hot. He missed Langa so much more than he did before. He wished that he could just be–
“..in front of me right now..”
“Hm? What’s that Reki..?”
“I wish… you were… in front of me right now..” Reki panted out, now stroking a bit faster than before.
“Yeah, me too…” Langa related.
“I wish you could just- nnh.. do this for me.. haa..”
Holy shit. Is he seriously...? If only I could just…
“Reki,”
“Y-yeah?”
“Can you facetime?”
“Y-you’re being way too straightforward!”
“Is that a no?”
“No…it’s not.” Langa immediately felt his heart jump from excitement. If he had a dog tail and ears, they’d both be wagging like crazy right now.
The electronic sound of the facetime call resonated through Langa’s small room. Was Reki actually okay with this?
“Okay, just– don’t make fun of my face or anything..promise?”
“Promise.”
Reki carefully tilted his camera down towards his face which was flushed pink and a bit sweaty from what Langa could see on his camera. He held the collar of a grey hoodie up to his mouth to hide some of his face.
“I…couldn’t help myself. It smelt too much like you.”
If Langa would ever find out he had erratic heart behavior, it would be now, because his heart was pounding like crazy as he stared at Reki, bundled up in his bed, wearing Langa’s hoodie. Seeing Reki like this definitely did things to Langa and he was obsessed with it.
“N-no, you’re fine..” Langa’s palms became sweaty and he could feel the low rumble of Reki’s voice going straight to his cock. “You look great.” Langa could hear Reki’s faint laugh through his airpods. He was so hot and sexy in his hoodie, he couldn’t get enough.
“Yeah, I wish. I just thought..hhn–” Reki’s facial expression went from one to a hundred in under a few seconds, melting into this lewd visage in front of Langa’s eyes.
“Shit…” Langa could feel his arousal rising by the second, his eyes lingering on Reki’s lips from the other side of the screen.
He sighed in disappointment as Reki covered his face with the hoodie again, wishing he could see him in person.
“A-aah-...yeah, I can’t talk. I’m...preoccupied right now.” Reki glanced up, sighing softly, the bright light of his screen reflecting unforgivingly in his irises. His room wasn’t going to get any brighter if he refused to get up and open his curtains, but he told himself it was fine because he wasn’t trying to make it any more obvious to Langa what he was doing or how he looked when he was doing it.
“Preoccupied..?” Langa mumbled back, repeating Reki’s choice of words.
“I mean, I guess you could say tha-aah-..!”
Listening to those utterly lewd sounds coming from Reki’s mouth, Langa was getting dangerously close to accidentally revealing himself. Seeing his crush’s face in this light and not being able to touch him was even more torture to think about.
“Damn…that’s hot, Reki.”
“H-huh?”
Oh shit. Did he say that out loud?
“It is? You’re not- hng-..uncomfortable..?” Reki groaned as he struggled to speak to Langa and work at himself at the same time. Who knew it was this hard to call someone and jack off?
“N-no, I didn’t-”
“You’re not sly either. I can see your hand moving, idiot.” Langa’s breath hitched in his throat abruptly. Had he really noticed? He was sure he had been subtle about it. “Your face is red too. Don’t think-...aah.. I didn’t notice..” Langa arched his brows and gave a faint smile through the screen.
“You’re so good at deciphering things, Reki. You’re amazing..” The sudden words of praise caught Reki off guard, his hips bucking up on their own, throwing his head into the pillow behind him. The sound of something splattering onto Reki’s hoodie and stifled moan definitely woke Langa up. His half-lidded eyes now wide open and filled two times more with lust.
“N-nngh-! L-Langa…you.. haah.. can’t say stuff like that without a warning..nnh..”
“Yeah…sure.” Langa was too dazed to answer properly and absolutely appalled by the events that just unfolded between him and his best friend. Can he even call them that anymore? What kind of line did they just cross??
The two boys sat on either ends of the phone, panting heavily, trying to catch their breath. Reki could feel the embarrassment start to creep up his neck and covered himself with the plush, grey hoodie he was wearing. “I-I’ll return the hoodie to you after I wash it.. Sorry.” He mumbled, self-consciously.
Sorry? Sorry???? Why would Reki ever need to be sorry?? Langa wondered. He could return it just as is, if he wanted and he couldn’t care less. Anything of his that Reki had worn he would gladly take back without a wash duty. But then again, Langa did love the smell of the detergent Reki used at his house. He just loved Reki’s natural smell; he was obsessed with it.
“Okay. Thanks.”
The silence persisted until Reki broke the uncomfortable atmosphere. “C-can I just text you? I don’t have the um…energy to talk right now.” His face flushed soft pink, clearly feeling embarrassed, he pulled his headband down over his eyes, peaking from the top.
“Yeah, of course, Reki.” Langa obliged, smiling reassuringly to make sure Reki didn’t get the wrong idea about his bluntness.
About a minute after they had hung up their facetime call, Reki sent the first text.
Reki [9:16 AM]
hey
sorry if that was like
unexpected
or weird
Langa [9:17 AM]
No, not weird at all Reki
If I’m gonna be honest, I don’t even know what to call us after that
Langa [9:18 AM]
P.S. you looked so hot
Reki grinned widely, staring at the message Langa had sent him. Man, he was just falling harder and harder every day.
Reki [9:18 AM]
quit teasing me
and me either
Langa chuckled this time, bringing that same grin to his face as he glared at Reki’s recent text.
Then, another text showed up.
Reki [9:20 AM]
can i tell you something langa?
Langa [9:20 AM]
Of course Reki
Reki took a deep breath before quickly typing the paragraph he wanted to send. Not too long but not too short. Just…something that made sense to Langa; since he didn’t understand big Japanese words. The kanji apparently “scared” him too much.
Reki giggled to himself remembering that moment. God, he loved that boy so much.
Reki [9:21 AM]
okay, so…
i like you Langa. a lot. i’ve almost always liked you and i’ve just been too afraid to tell you or even admit to it.
My heart skips a beat when you stare at me during class and those little notes we pass make my stomach all jittery and full of butterflies.
Your skating is like..uber cool. And whenever you do something flirty or are touchy without realizing it, it makes me want you even more.
I like you a whole lot, Langa, and I want you to be my boyfriend. So will you?
Langa lied in his bed, his jaw agape. His eyes superglued to the last few words of Reki’s message.
“I like you a whole lot, Langa, and I want you to be my boyfriend”.
Langa’s stomach jumped at the thought of being Reki’s boyfriend. He didn’t even give himself a second to think anything through. He just dove head-first into a conversation he definitely wasn’t expecting to have today.
Reki [9:23 AM]
and of course you don't have to say anything yet cause i’ll like
totally give you time if you need it
and also
Langa [9:23 AM]
Yes
Reki [9:23 AM]
??
wdym yes
Langa [9:24 AM]
Yes I’ll be your boyfriend
Reki practically fell out of his bed when he saw the new notification. He kicked his feet erratically in excitement and grinned, a flustered mess in the bluenette’s grey hoodie.
Reki [9:25 AM]
do i have boyfriend privileges now?
does this mean i can actually keep your hoodie..?
langa
Langa [9:26 AM]
I had to think about that one.
Yes
Then no
I’ll give you a different one whenever you giev my grey one back because I’m super attached to that one specifically.
give**
Reki [9:26 AM]
I’m really happy langa
Thank you for saying yes
okay i’m gonna go be excited and brag about my new boyfriend to everyone and their mom now so i have things to do
Langa [9:27 AM]
Okay, Reki
Can we meet up at our usual spot tomorrow before school?
The redhead suddenly went silent on Langa, sending absolutely no messages for at least a minute and a half. Then after two full agonizing minutes, his phone pinged. A new message from Reki. Unlocking his phone rather quickly, he eagerly opened his chats with the copper-headed boy.
Reki [9:29 AM]
Sure
i’ll give you something good if you come 30 minutes early too
cya at 8:00 if you want a treat
Love you Langa
<3
Reki was teasing Langa like crazy, but he was exactly where he wanted to be in Reki’s flirtatious habits. Who wouldn’t fall for tricks from someone this ravishing?
Langa [9:30 AM]
Be there at 8:00 then
Love you more, Reki
Definitely not Langa.