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“Langa!” As soon as the door opened, Reki was already shouting. “Guess what I found at Joe’s.” Langa stepped aside to let him in.
“Food?”
“No, good guess though,” Reki grinned. Langa had no idea what he was about to hit him with. He’d never guess. “Come on!” Kicking off his shoes and leaning his board against the wall by the entry, Reki made a beeline for Langa’s bedroom. “Your mom home?”
“No.”
“Perfect.” Throwing open Langa’s door, he tossed his backpack on the bed before plopping down himself.
“That’s a majorly suspicious response.” Reki’s grin only got wider. Langa’s deadpan reactions were perfect to bounce off.
“You know you’re curious,” he patted the bed next to him, urging Langa to stop hovering in the middle of the room and sit next to him.
There was a moment of hesitation. “Yeah,” Langa sighed, coming to sit cross-legged by the headboard. Snickering, Reki reached into his bag. When his hand found what it was looking for, he paused for dramatic effect. In a swift flurry of movement, he pulled the magazine out and held it up triumphantly.
“Take a look at this!” Tipping his head to the side so he could see Langa’s expression around the magazine, Reki basked in the confused look he received.
“Boards and Babes?” Langa read the cover aloud, his brows scrunched together. When his eyes got wide, Reki knew he’d put the pieces together. “Is this porn?”
“Yup,” he replied matter-of-factly, finally lowering the magazine.
“ Reki , you stole Joe’s porn? That’s so weird.” Langa’s look of not-quite-serious exasperation was priceless.
“I didn’t steal it, I borrowed it.”
“You don’t borrow porn. That’s weird. ” Langa repeated. “Why would you even want to?” Reki paused. That was a good question, he hadn’t really thought it out that thoroughly.
“I dunno. I was curious. Thought it would be kinda funny, I guess. And I mean, its skater chicks.” He couldn’t really make up his mind, so he gave three answers. Langa just stared, giving his best disappointed mother impression. Reki was familiar with the look, but it didn’t pack much punch coming from Langa.
Langa’s stare turned into a stretch of silence. Reki raised his eyebrows, challenging Langa’s look. “Soooo…” His grin returned. “You wanna read it?” This time, there was no sarcasm to Langa’s shock.
“What?! Are you asking me to look at porn with you?!” It took a moment for the flush to appear on his cheeks, but once it did, it was obvious against his pale skin. Reki nodded, unfazed by Langa’s reaction.
“It’s skater chicks ,” Reki repeated, holding up the cover and pointing to it a few times for emphasis.
“You have such a one track mind.”
Chuckling, Reki clambered across the bed to sit by the headboard on the other side of Langa. “Well?” he questioned, placing the magazine in front of them and sending Langa a sidelong glance.
“...Fine,” Langa conceded. Pleased, Reki flipped open the cover to reveal a busty woman in a bikini sitting on a skateboard.
“See, not so bad, is it?”
“I guess.”
Flipping through a few more pages revealed more photo spreads of similarly undressed women and skate-related paraphernalia. Feeling his cheeks getting warm, Reki glanced towards Langa and was disappointed to see that his blush had disappeared. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Reki ventured, pointing to a girl with wavy black hair that was long enough it was being used to cover her chest.
“Yeah, I can see how she would be considered cute,” Langa nodded.
Reki furrowed his brows. “What kind of answer is that?”
“What do you mean? Is there something wrong with that answer?”
Reki paused, then snorted at Langa taking his words more seriously than he’d intended. “Nah. You can just say she’s not your type, though.” Langa hummed, and Reki turned the page again.
“This is tamer than I was expecting it to be.”
Reki lit up, seeing his opportunity. “Oh I see how it is. You’re only into hardcore stuff,” he smirked.
“N-no! That’s not what I-” Langa gave up halfway through his explanation, resigning himself to his fate. Laughing heartily, Reki playfully elbowed him a few times. “You’re the worst,” Langa groaned.
“You love it,” Reki retorted, throwing his arm around Langa and pulling him closer. And there was the blush again, Reki noted.
Without letting Langa go, Reki continued flipping through the magazine. Every few pages, there was an article that went absolutely ignored. Reki doubted it was anything he couldn’t find in greater detail in one of his other skating mags. Something other than the girls did catch his eye eventually, though. “Oh! Dude, that board is actually pretty cool.” Pointing, he indicated the board he meant. “Look at the shape! The colors are nice too, feels artsy, I like it.” Looking over, he was met with Langa giving him a lopsided smile, eyebrows raised.
“Your true passion wins out again.”
“Shut up,” Reki huffed with faux annoyance, crossing his arms.
“If you ever get a girlfriend, she’s definitely gonna be a third wheel to you and your boards.”
Reki gasped. “If, Langa!? If! Seriously? You’re so mean,” he pouted.
Laughing, Langa shook his head. “Sorry, I didn’t even think of it like that.”
“Yeah right.” He knew Langa was telling the truth, but he couldn’t help playing it up.
The conversation was quickly forgotten, however, when the next page sported the first actual nudity; a topless model holding her board over her pelvis as a censor bar.
“Tits!” Reki exclaimed a bit louder than he’d intended.
“Yup.” Langa’s response had all the aloofness that Reki’s lacked. Reki grinned, finding it amusing. Leaning over a bit, he took a closer look at the spread. The model was actually super cute, Reki was pleased to find. She was petite and had short, pale hair. It was a similar color to Langa’s, now that he thought about it.
“I’m curious,” Langa said, his words pulling Reki away from the photo. “Where did they find so many skaters to pose for this kind of stuff?”
Reki couldn’t help but laugh. “Nah, these aren’t real skaters, dude. They’re just models they hired to pose with boards ‘n stuff. Why do you think there aren’t any pictures of them skating? I mean, aside from the fact that you’d get totally fucked up if you skated naked.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, totally. I guarantee none of these people have actually stepped foot on a board,” Reki confirmed, flipping the page. Looking down, his heart leapt to his throat. He froze. “Oh my god, that’s-!” Cheeks burning, he heard Langa gasp.
“Cherry…?” Langa finished. He was a bit younger, but it was definitely him. His hair was down, falling gently across his shoulders. Aside from his mask, he wore nothing but a black yukata, though ‘wore’ was a strong word, as it was mostly open, sliding down his arms to gather around his hips. It was a miracle that the fabric was laying in such a way that it just barely obscured the particularly scandalous parts of Cherry.
“No friggin way!” Reki tipped his face up towards the ceiling, pointedly avoiding looking at the magazine. “I’m never gonna be able to unsee this.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Cherry naked, they’d gone to a hot spring together, after all, but this was totally different. Definitely something not meant for his eyes.
“So…” Langa began, staring straight ahead, also avoiding the pictures. “You think Joe and Cherry…?”
“Yes, I think Joe and Cherry,” Reki quickly cut him off. He did not want to think about that. “Well! That’s enough of this one I think,” he said, closing and tossing aside the magazine.
“That’s what you get for going through Joe’s stuff- Wait, ‘ this one?’ ”
Reki chuckled, crawling towards the edge of the bed to reach into his bag. “Yeah, I just grabbed the first few off the top after seeing that one.”
“Reki…” Langa grimaced. Reki was glad to see he was still willing to play the disappointed mother even after looking at the last one with him. Grinning, Reki turned away from Langa to see what else he’d managed to snag. Looking down, he faltered. Suddenly, it felt like Langa might have had a point. Somehow, what he had now felt a lot more personal than a cheesy skater pinup mag. He hadn’t noticed Langa scoot closer to him, so he jumped a bit when he heard his voice in his ear.
“What is- Oh.” His voice trailed off. Silently, they stared down at the gay porn that had suddenly come into their possession.
“I… should’ve expected this.”
There was another stretch of silence. Neither of them moved. Reki felt his heart rate increasing. Shooting a quick glance over his shoulder towards Langa, Reki saw he was bright red. His own face was just as hot, though his darker complexion hid it better than poor Langa, who would always telegraph his embarrassment to the world. Letting out a soft breath, Reki fiddled with the covers and shifted slightly on his knees. He wanted to push his luck just a bit more. “Wanna see what’s in this one?” he finally managed.
Langa was silent for a moment. The atmosphere was a lot more tense than it was before. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Reki repeated. His heart was pounding.
Peeking behind the cover, they immediately found the contents of the second magazine to be more explicit than the first. The first picture was of a slender man in a black turtleneck pulling down his boxers to reveal his dick. Reki tried not to appear too scandalized. It wasn’t that it was lewder than what he was used to, it's just that usually guys weren’t the focus of the porn he watched. And, of course, there was the fact that Langa was sitting right next to him, looking at it too. Turning the page, Reki found two guys making out in nothing but their underwear, pressing obvious erections together. He felt his whole body tensing up. “I’ve never looked at this kind of stuff before,” he murmured, trying to stave off any uncomfortable silences.
“Oh,” Langa replied softly. Both of their voices had gotten quieter, as if they were trying not to be caught. When Langa didn’t confirm or deny if he’d seen similar material before, Reki felt a pang of anxiety strike through his chest. He really wanted to know where Langa stood so he didn’t feel so awkward. It wasn’t like Reki had never thought about looking into gay stuff, he just hadn’t worked up the courage to actually go for it. It was a lot simpler just to accept being into girls. That was, until Langa turned up in his life.
Ignoring his overthinking, Reki continued looking through the pages, turning them slowly, wary of what he’d find next. There were plenty of pictures of guys in what would generally be called ‘womens’ lingerie. That was definitely not a bad sight at all, Reki thought, but he wasn’t as eager to comment as he was before. Seeking moral support, he turned towards Langa. He was looking a bit hazy.
“You alright there?” Reki asked. He didn’t want him to pass out from embarrassment or something.
“Yeah,” Langa nodded.
With confirmation that Langa was alright, Reki continued. Lingering on each page, Reki took in the entirely new experience. There was no doubt he was into guys, he concluded. The increasingly explicit photos brought increasingly strong reactions in his body. The picture of a guy with cum dripping from his face hit him with particular intensity. He exhaled slowly, trying to cool his rapidly heating core. Next to him, he felt Langa squirm. Briefly, he thought they should stop before things got serious, but then again… maybe he wanted things to get serious.
It wasn’t long before the pair were greeted with a spread of actual sex. The guy on bottom was on his back with his legs hiked up over the other’s shoulders in one photo, and in another he was on his hands and knees with the top stroking his cock between his legs. There was a close-up too, which Reki noted was incredibly wet. Sucking in a quick breath, arousal pulsed through him. He felt Langa shudder, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t a negative reaction, judging by the look he’d seen on his face before. Fuck, Reki thought, he was passing the point of plausible deniability. The pounding of his heart was pooling in his hips, pulsing through his cock as it started to get hard. If he was going to stop and pretend that this was all just simple curiosity, he would have to do it soon. Subtly shifting his gaze to Langa, the wide-eyed expression he saw and the way Langa’s hands clutched tightly at his thighs made certain that Reki didn’t want to stop.
Despite his conviction to keep going, Reki couldn’t shake the heavy air between them. At the places where Langa’s body was close, but not quite touching, his skin pricked and tingled, as if he could sense the other’s electricity.
The next photo that captivated Reki was of two honestly gorgeous men making out against a wall. The bottom’s leg was lifted up, twisting his hips to clearly show the other’s cock sliding into his ass. Reki swallowed hard, it wouldn’t be long before his cock was tenting his pants. He took a few deep, quiet breaths, psyching himself up to break the silence that had gone on for quite a while. Usually, he had no trouble at all voicing his opinions, but his confidence didn’t quite reach into this area of his life. “This is hot, isn’t it?” The words hung in the air for a moment.
“It is,” Langa replied, his voice breathy in a way that made Reki’s heart leap. The tension Reki had been carrying evaporated. He was so glad to hear Langa agree. He was never afraid that Langa would judge him if their preferences didn’t align, but he really, really wanted them to align.
“It’s,” Reki began again, his words nearly drowned out by his heart beating like a drum in his ears. He felt like maybe he shouldn’t say it, but his mind wasn’t exactly clear, so he did anyway. “It's kinda turning me on.” ‘Kinda’ was an understatement, and it would be obvious if Langa happened to glance towards his lap.
He heard Langa’s breath hitch before he spoke, but didn’t dare look over at him. “Me too.” Reki’s fingers tensed against the bedsheets.
Absent-mindedly, Reki turned the page again. The alluring photos that had started everything had fallen to the periphery as his mind focused on what he wanted to ask next. “Langa,” he started. There was a pause as his eyes flicked aimlessly around the room. “Do you ever… think about doing this kind of stuff? Like, with another guy?”
“I, uh, yeah.”
“Really?” Reki exclaimed, turning his body towards him and finally meeting his gaze again. When their eyes locked for the first time in a while, Reki was taken by how large Langa’s pupils were. Their darkness engulfed his vibrant irises. Shifting his gaze lower, he saw how his chest was rising and falling rapidly, pushing hot breath from his slightly parted lips. Lower still, he couldn’t help but notice that Langa was hard too, but he didn’t let his eyes linger there.
“Yeah…” Langa repeated, answering the question Reki forgot he’d asked. When it suddenly seemed like Langa was a lot closer, Reki realized he’d been unconsciously leaning towards him. He was just so captivating. Was he really gonna go for it, he questioned, his heart skipping a beat. It was sudden, sure, but looking at Langa, he felt like it was right.
“Do… do you wanna-”
“ Yeah, ” Langa cut him off.
“With me?” Reki finished. Langa was already leaning in. Reki felt his chest tighten, sparks of heat dispersing through his nerves as he got close enough to feel Langa’s breath. After a slight hesitation, their lips met. Neither moved for several moments. Reki took note of the softness of Langa’s lips. When his lips parted slightly, Reki took the opportunity to swipe his tongue across them. Langa made a soft noise before parting his lips further and inviting Reki in. When their mouths met in an open kiss, Reki felt his head start to spin. From that moment on, their pace became a blur, no longer tentative, but eager.
Reki moaned against Langa, his tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. He felt Langa’s hand grab at his thigh, not exactly feeling him up, but more seeking a place to steady himself, he thought. Wanting to feel more of Langa, he ran his fingers up through his hair. He was amazed at how soft it was and how the fine strands easily fanned across his fingers. Loving the sensation, he massaged his fingers against the back of Langa’s head as they continued to kiss. Langa hummed sweetly, apparently appreciating the touch. Saliva was gathering at the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip down his chin. Reki didn’t want to break the kiss, but he was nearly out of breath, so with a gasp, he pulled away. Langa’s lips were glossy and pink, impossible to resist, so he went right back to kissing him until he absolutely had to take a proper breath.
Pausing in earnest, Reki slumped over, putting his forehead against Langa’s shoulder. He panted, his lungs eager for cool air. As he caught his breath, an idea struck him. Turning his face to the side, he nuzzled into Langa’s neck and drew his tongue up along his exposed skin. Langa gasped, and now it was his hand that was flying to the back of Reki’s head. He didn’t stroke his hair, however, he dug his fingers in and pulled. Reki groaned, he was pretty sure Langa didn’t mean to pull like that, but he wasn’t complaining. Sucking gently, he found the plushness of Langa’s skin against his mouth to be pleasant. The quiet moan his mouthing elicited was infinitely more pleasant, though. Taking care not to make it too obvious what Langa had been up to, Reki spent more time licking and kissing, rather than sucking. The smell of lavender shampoo filled his lungs with each breath he took. Under his tongue, he could feel Langa’s heat and the thumping of his pulse just under his skin. It made him feel so vividly alive , emphasizing that he was really there in Reki’s arms. It felt surreal, but wonderful.
Slipping his fingers under Langa’s shirt, Reki ran his hands up Langa’s sides. They rolled across the curves of his body, memorizing which places were soft and which were firm, where his bones lay close to the skin, and where he shivered at the touch. Biting at Langa’s collarbone, he drew a hand up his torso until he was able to grope at his chest. Brushing his thumb across Langa’s nipple earned him a whine, a sound that went straight to his dick. Repeating the motion made Langa squirm, his fingers twitching at the back of Reki’s head. Reki grinned against his neck, pleased to have found a place where he was sensitive. Pushing his shirt up, he exposed Langa’s chest. Eager to make him feel good, he leaned down and brought his mouth to his nipple.
“Ah! Reki,” Langa cried. Hearing his name moaned in such a way made Reki’s cock throb and he had to pull his mouth away for a moment to reciprocate with a pleasured sound of his own. He appreciated the red marks he was leaving across Langa’s skin before returning to sucking and biting at him. He didn’t have to worry about marking him here, no one else would see, so he didn’t hold himself back. The taste of Langa’s skin was salty and even a bit sweet, Reki thought. The lingering smell of lavender mixed with the taste, creating a sensation that was new, but recognizably Langa.
Reki’s focus shifted when he felt the hand on his thigh sliding higher. Immediately, excitement surged through him. “Reki, can I?” Langa’s voice was hesitant. Sitting up to meet Langa’s gaze, Reki nodded emphatically.
“Absolutely,” he breathed before pulling him into a kiss. Feverishly lapping at Langa’s mouth, Reki felt his anticipation build as Langa’s fingers squeezed at his thigh. When Langa finally pressed a tentative palm against his erection, Reki moaned, a shiver radiating out across his skin. He’d been touched like this before, but the fact that this was Langa’s touch made him ache for more. As his fingers traced up and down his clothed cock, Reki could feel Langa’s breath catching in his throat. Pushing his hips up, he silently urged Langa to give him more. Getting the idea, Langa pressed down harder. As he seemed to get comfortable with the motion, he became less cautious. The pressure of his hand brought Reki much needed relief. As his strokes became even, Reki’s thoughts started to jumble together until they faded out all together. Suddenly lost in his own pleasure, he grabbed onto Langa, wrapping his arms around the other’s torso. “You’re too far away,” Reki complained, before pulling him up onto his lap. Langa let out a noise of surprise, moving his hand up to Reki’s shoulder for support. Wasting no time, Reki dove back in for another kiss. Now, with their bodies pressed together, he could feel Langa’s erection. The heat in his chest seemed to double.
As they continued to kiss, Reki felt tension building in his hips. A drop of precum rolled down his shaft, leaving him desperate for relief. Unable to resist, Reki shifted his hips against Langa, sighing at the friction he received. He felt Langa tremble, and then a few moments later, he adjusted his hips as well. Spurred on, Reki gave a tentative thrust upward, which made Langa break away from the kiss to moan. Arousal surging in him, Reki squeezed Langa tighter and rolled his hips against him in earnest. Langa let out a choked sound and buried his head into Reki’s shoulder. With one hand on the small of Langa’s back and the other kneading his soft hair, Reki let his movements become continuous. With each thrust, he felt the contour of Langa’s cock sliding along his own. He couldn’t hold down his voice, not that he wanted to, he wanted Langa to know how good he made him feel. Gradually, Langa began to move against him as well, though with less confidence. The added unpredictability gave the experience a new quality even though the actual physical sensation wasn’t that different. Just as Reki felt himself getting swept away, Langa spoke up. “It’s hot,” Langa panted against him.
“ Fuck yeah.”
“No, it's too hot.” Langa pulled away.
Reki slowed his movements to a stop. “Oh, you mean literally,” he laughed breathlessly. Easy mistake to make, he thought. “Here.” Grabbing the hem of Langa’s shirt, he pulled it up over his head. Leaning back a bit, he took in the sight of Langa shirtless on top of him. He’d seen Langa without a shirt plenty of times, but this way was much better.
A fresh blush bloomed across Langa’s cheeks. “You too,” he murmured, slipping his fingertips under Reki’s shirt. Getting the picture that Langa didn’t want to be the only one undressing, Reki wasted no time stripping off his shirt as well. Langa took the opportunity to run his hands along his torso in a similar way to how Reki had done with him. Letting Langa explore his body, Reki leaned in to plant kisses across his jaw. Nipping at Langa’s earlobe, the lack of stimulation started to get to him. His cock was leaking again, straining against the fabric of his pants.
“Let’s try this way,” he offered. Placing a hand between Langa’s shoulder blades for support, he lowered him until he was lying on his back. Now, Reki was on top of him, sitting between his spread knees. The position felt significantly more intimate. Wordlessly, Langa slid his hands up from Reki’s chest to his shoulders and pulled him down into a kiss. It seemed that neither of them could wait any longer.
Continuing where they’d left off, Reki thrust against Langa. The position made it easier to move and allowed friction along more of his cock. Even through his clothes, it was pleasurable. Picking up the pace, Reki felt his head get hot and fuzzy as he realized he was seriously humping Langa. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of doing this before. “ Oh fuck, Langa,” he gasped. Langa replied with a moan, pushing his hips into Reki’s. With his tongue now inside Langa’s mouth again, Reki could feel each sound he made vibrating through him. He was so wet, he was sure that precum was seeping through his pants. Breath hitching, he wondered if Langa was leaking like he was, then shivered at the thought. Though his movements were a bit haphazard and unpracticed, he hoped he was making Langa feel good too. He could take a pretty good guess at that considering the way Langa’s body was trembling and occasionally bucking into him.
Remembering what had gotten Langa going before, Reki slid one of his hands up his torso. At first, he started with larger movements, cupping his entire peck in his hand. Then, he brushed his palm across his chest, and finally rolled a nipple between his fingers. As he did so, he felt Langa’s cock twitching under him. The sensation made his chest feel light. He liked that he could feel so clearly, so physically, what was pleasurable for Langa. His body felt intuitive.
Working his hips eagerly against him, Reki felt sweat beading on his forehead. He took note of how Langa’s moans had become more frequent. Just like his speaking voice, they were soft and even. Though Reki had never heard him make sounds like this, they still held a familiar quality.
Hungry for more sweet sounds, Reki began to suck at his chest again, running his tongue over his nipple. He mouthed at him for a few moments, listening to Langa’s voice become rushed whines. Then suddenly, Langa cried out, his back arching into him. “Reki! Wait, stop, you’re gonna make me cum,” he gasped, his fingers digging into Reki’s shoulders.
Instantly, Reki pulled away, sitting back on his heels. The quick movement made his head swim. His cock was pulsing wildly from Langa’s words. Langa threw his arms over his face, his breaths coming out short and uneven. For a moment his body stayed rigid, Reki could see his core muscles tensing rhythmically, but then he relaxed. Crisis averted, Reki figured, and fuck was it hot to watch.
Letting his arms fall back to his sides, Langa sighed deeply. Reki sat quietly, gazing at him and giving him time to come down. “You’re so beautiful,” he finally breathed. He didn’t know he was going to say it until the words were already out of his mouth. It was just something he felt so deeply that it bubbled up like a spring before he knew it. Langa’s eyes got wide and he was silent for a moment.
“So are you,” he smiled, drawing his hand up Reki’s arm. Reki was surprised, he didn’t think of himself as ‘beautiful,’ really. He supposed he could be cute, or maybe handsome, but beautiful? That was definitely Langa. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but swell at the compliment. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss at the center of Langa’s chest, drawing his hands down his body. When he reached the waistband of his jeans, he tucked a few fingers under. Looking up, he locked eyes with Langa. He felt him tense up. “I’ve never gone this far with anyone,” Langa said, his eyes darting away.
“Neither have I,” Reki admitted, his heart thudding restlessly. “We can stop if you don’t want to.”
Langa shook his head. “I definitely want to keep going.”
“Yeah, me too,” Reki agreed.
With them both on board Reki began to move towards Langa’s fly. He paused before he could make it there, however, remembering Langa’s apprehension when he’d been the only one without a shirt. Instead he brought his hands to his own fly. Knowing he’d start to get nervous if he thought about it too much, Reki quickly undid the button and zipper, before hooking his thumbs into both his pants and his underwear. In a swift movement, he pushed them down and rather ungracefully kicked them the rest of the way off until he was entirely naked. He’d avoided looking at Langa while he was undressing, but movement drew his eye. Langa had started to strip as well, not waiting for Reki to get back and do it for him. Next thing he knew, they were both totally exposed. He’d like to say he didn’t immediately check out Langa’s dick, but he couldn’t help his eyes darting straight there. They’d been naked around each other before, but Reki had never really seen it. It wasn’t like he was going to go around staring at his friends' junk, especially since he was into Langa. He didn’t want to be a creep like that. But now that he was in a position to look, he noticed two things right away. One, he was bigger than Reki, and two, he was circumcised. That was definitely intriguing, he thought, then realized Langa was probably thinking the same thing about him. He’d never seen one in person, but he didn’t comment, fearing he’d make Langa self-conscious. Glancing up towards him, he tried to gauge how the other was feeling. Reki was glad to find he didn’t look uncomfortable at all. When their eyes met, he saw Langa’s face get redder. “Can I touch?” he finally asked.
“Hell yeah,” Reki nodded enthusiastically, eager to get back to the pace they were going before. Cautiously, Langa wrapped his fingers around the shaft and pushed his foreskin down to reveal the tip. Reki shivered at the touch. A drop of precum oozed from him and rolled into Langa’s fingers.
“Woah,” Langa remarked under his breath as he drew the foreskin back up. It was obvious he was just exploring Reki’s body rather than trying to give him a proper hand-job, but Reki didn’t mind. The way he looked at him with complete awe more than made up for it, Reki thought.
After experimenting with the way Reki’s foreskin moved, Langa pulled his hand away and stared at his fingers, now glistening with precum. Scooting closer, Reki brought him into a slow, but deep kiss. Snaking his arms around Reki, Langa leaned back, pulling Reki down with him. Right away, the position made Reki’s pulse skyrocket. Soft skin, slick with precum, brushed across him. Langa’s cock was touching his. Without fabric between them, the sensation had gone from a dull ember to a raging fire, and Reki couldn’t get enough. The lull in his stimulation definitely couldn’t last any longer. Grinding against him, Reki found himself spiraling back into fast-paced lust. Langa clutched at him, keeping him from breaking the kiss, his knees tipping outward to give him more space. In no time at all, he’d worked them back to the previous pace. With each roll of his hips, Reki’s breath heaved into his lungs as he desperately tried to keep up with his desires. His cock slid easily against Langa’s body. There were so many new sensations to focus on, Reki felt his head spinning. He could feel Langa twitching, the heat of his skin, and the friction of the fine hair around the base of his cock as he rubbed against his length. It especially thrilled him to feel the wetness between them as their fluids mixed. Every time his mind became consciously aware of what he was doing, he felt his pleasure surge. He never wanted it to end, but he knew it was wishful thinking to expect either of them to have much stamina their first time.
Gradually, the pressure that had been building up since they started reading the first magazine became more and more intense. Reki could feel the tension in his hips radiating out in pulses through his body, begging for more. Shifting his weight to one side, he freed an arm to slip between them. When he took both Langa and himself in hand, Reki moaned loudly against Langa’s mouth. The added pressure pushing their cocks together was unlike anything he’d ever felt. “Fuck, Langa, fuck, you feel so good,” he gasped as he began to move his hips again. Holding his hand still, he pumped his cock in and out. The position made it easy to imagine fucking Langa for real, which was an irresistible fantasy. Langa’s body was quivering, his voice coming out strained and high-pitched. Neither of them had the focus to kiss properly, so they simply held their faces close, sharing each other’s breath.
“Please, please,” Langa stammered, “please don’t stop.” He was pulling roughly at Reki’s hair again.
“Not gonna stop.” Reki could barely get the words out between his moans and the quick breaths he was drawing in. He could feel the pulses of pleasure getting closer together, rising in intensity, and engulfing more of his body. Though his muscles were beginning to fatigue, he refused to slow his pace. The sensation was too good to risk losing. Every few pumps he could feel his cock producing more precum. He was pretty sure he could feel the same from Langa, but it was hard to tell who's was who’s. After a few more thrusts, he felt his muscles tighten in a telltale way, like the drawing of a bowstring. This was going to be it, he thought, he wasn’t going to last any longer. “Oh fuck, I’m close, I’m gonna cum! C-can I cum?” Despite the frantic throbbing of his cock, he didn’t want to finish if Langa wasn’t ready, so he asked even though he wasn’t sure he could stop himself. He didn’t receive an answer, instead he felt Langa’s hips suddenly thrust up into his.
“Oh God!” Langa let out a broken sob, Reki’s words apparently too much for him. Hot, thick liquid spilled down Reki’s knuckles. The moment he realized he was feeling Langa’s cum, his own climax crashed over him. Collapsing onto Langa’s chest, Reki’s hips rutted sporadically against him. Ropes of cum shot from him, across his fingers and Langa’s cock. His abs tensed almost painfully at the intensity of his orgasm. Mind completely blank, he didn’t realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started to burn. Gasping to catch his breath, he felt the throbbing of his cock finally begin to slow. Needing to brace himself, Reki removed his hand and unintentionally smeared cum on Langa’s sheets as he held himself up.
It took a while for the world to start to fade in again. Head clearing, Reki pushed himself up off of Langa. Moving was the last thing his body wanted to do, but he had to make sure Langa was alright. Sitting back, he gazed down at Langa. He looked exhausted, but beautiful, his hair messy and falling delicately across his flushed face. Shifting his eyes further down, Reki saw his stomach and chest were covered in cum. It was incredibly hot, perhaps a bit too hot for his hypersensitive post-orgasm body, Reki thought, shuddering at a pang of arousal.
Finally having the wherewithal to think over what just happened, Reki couldn’t believe it. It didn’t seem real. It definitely felt good, but were things going to be different now? Suddenly unsure what to say, or if he should say anything at all, Reki simply stared until Langa broke the silence. “That was… wow,” he sighed.
With the tension immediately broken, Reki grinned, letting out a soft laugh. “You can say that again.” Things weren’t different, at least not in a bad way. Flopping onto his side next to Langa, he felt a strange sensation in his chest, like his heart was too full. He was just so glad to be where he was.
For several minutes, the two simply laid next to each other, recuperating quietly. When Langa sat up, Reki followed suit. Langa was grimacing down at himself. “I’m so sticky…” he groaned.
“Sorry about that.” Reki knew how much he hated having to touch anything sticky or slimy.
“It's not like it's just your fault. Actually…” Langa paused. “You were the one who brought the porn, so I guess it is your fault. I’m blaming you.” Though his expression was deadpan, Reki knew he was joking. He was about to retort when his phone buzzed. “Did you forget to tell your mom where you were going again?” Langa questioned.
“No, she knows.” Grabbing his phone from his bag, he powered it on. He didn’t particularly want to read his texts at the moment, but he was trying to be better about it lately, in case something important came up. Checking his notifications, his body went rigid. “It’s Joe.”
“Oh no,” Langa said with absolutely no urgency. He was clearly enjoying this, Reki thought.
“He says, ‘Reki, seriously,’ with three question marks… I think he knows.”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I guess I should thank him, considering how this all turned out.”
“What, no, don't be weird!”
Reki laughed. “I know, I know. Really though, I’m glad things turned out like this.”
A fresh blush stained Langa’s cheeks. “Me too.”