#cherry: i'm not stupid you dopey gorilla i know you're trying to trick me into a kiss

[that-was-anticlimactic]

(no homo but) your lips touching mine changed my life

i asked @capt-snoozles to give me something to write about because i wanted to write before bed and he gave me this idea and then this mess happened iuygfhuji

aka, reki eats a chip and langa is whipped for reki (but what’s new?)

word count: 862

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“Hey, hey, Langa!”

Langa diverted his attention away from his plate and to his boyfriend.

Wow, Reki was so pretty. He was sitting in front of a window so the sun was shining behind him, reflecting off his red hair. Reki was squatting, rocking back and forth with a big grin on his face.

It was hard to tell what was brighter: the sunlight or Reki’s smile.

“Langaaaaa!” Reki whined and oh, Langa had been staring again, hadn’t he?

“What’s up?” he asked, shoving as many noodles into his mouth as he could. Reki had obviously seen him staring if his flushed cheeks and pout were anything to go by, so he might as well drown his embarrassment in noodles.

“Okay, so Joe taught me this game,” the ginger started, shaking the ‘rock on’ symbol at his side and clicking his tongue. “And it involves food. Wanna try it?”

Oooh, food and Reki? This has to be the best game ever.

Langa nodded, swallowing the noodles.

If possible, Reki’s smile grew even brighter. “Yes! So, you see this chip?” Reki pulled a chip out of the bag at side. Langa nodded again. “I’m going to put it in my mouth, and you need to grab it but like… with your mouth too.”

That’s a weird game. Langa tilted his head, swaying side to side ever so slightly (it helped him think). “Okay,” he said eventually, because Reki seemed to really want to try it and he would do anything for Reki, no matter how odd the request may be.

Reki scooter closer to Langa, who twisted his body so he and Reki were so close that their foreheads nearly touching.

“Ready?” the redhead asked, accompanied by an absentminded scratch at his wrist and the repetition of the word “ready” under his breath.

“Okay.”

So, Reki placed the chip between his teeth so half of it was sticking out.

“Now, you gotta take it,” Reki said, or, that’s what Langa thinks he said. He wasn’t really sure because Reki couldn’t open his mouth all the way so he wouldn’t drop the chip.

Langa nodded once more and leaned forward. The tips of Reki’s curls tickled his forehead, and Langa grinned. Reki’s hair was so soft.

When he was this close, he could see the depths of Reki’s eyes—the way they partially glowed and swirled with life. It was amazing how Reki made everything he touched, used, saw come to life.

The crusty edge of the chip poked at his cheek and oh yeah, Langa was supposed to take the chip out of Reki’s mouth. He forgot.

He opened his mouth, sticking his teeth out the best that he could, and was about to bite down on the chip (this was a really easy game, what was the point in playing it?) when the chip vanished.

In a matter of seconds, Langa heard a rather loud crunching sound accompanied by a breathless swallow, and then suddenly a pair of chapped lips pressed against his.

“Huh?” Langa said, but it was muffled by Reki’s lips.

He didn’t really understand how the kissing thing fit into the game—especially since Reki just ate the chip anyways—but Reki was kissing him and he could taste the salt from the chip and it felt nice. He was fine abandoning the game if it meant he could kiss Reki.

(Besides, he’d choose Reki over food any day)

Shrugging, he raised a hand and threaded his fingers through Reki’s hair, twirling the ginger locks around and around. He used his other hand to draw Reki closer still, placing it on the nape of his boyfriend’s neck.

A calloused hand landed on Langa’s cheek, and he practically swooned at the gentle touch from Reki. Seconds later, he felt a light weight on the back of his head. He smiled.

Langa wasn’t sure how long they kissed—time stopped when he was with Reki—but eventually they broke apart, both boys just slightly out of breath.

Wow, kissing Reki was the best feeling in the world. It made him feel strong, invincible. Kissing Reki was just as infinite as skating. No one else ever made him feel that way before.

He weaved his fingers between Reki’s, ruining his thumb along his boyfriend’s knuckles.

Reki sighed contently at the touch, and Langa couldn’t help but stare fondly at him.

“Hey. Why’d we stop the game?”

One of Reki’s eyes twitched—something he must’ve picked up from Cherry (his eyes twitched a lot when he was around Joe). “Huh?”

“The chip game,” Langa explained, cocking his head to the side. “You just ate it.”

An abnormally large grin bloomed across Reki’s face, a mischievous sort of glint in his now still eye. “Yes, I did eat it. I must have ticced or something and swallowed it. We should try again.”

And Langa nodded because that’s what he always did when Reki suggested good ideas, and watched as Reki reached and grabbed another chip from the bag, placing it between his teeth once more.

It took Langa a lot longer than he’d like to admit before he realized the chip game was just Reki tricking him into a kiss.