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“A glow-skate party?” Reki asks, hanging over the counter at work as Langa strolls back over from halfway across the shop.

Shrugging, Langa passes over a small box that needs to be held behind the counter. He’d been chatting with a customer for what seemed like forever over which wheels would best be suited for their board, but after a while, he’d come back with the merchandise and news of an event happening at S later that week.

“Seems interesting. The guy described it as neon colors and black lights.”

Reki snorts and packs it away. The stranger had already left and promised to be back tomorrow with the payment. “Who came up with that?”

At first, it seems as if Langa is a little reluctant to answer. He shifts his weight on his feet as he glances anywhere but at Reki, but he eventually gives up and sighs, slumping a little as he leans against the counter. “It’s Adam’s next big event.”

Of course it would be, yet somehow, it makes sense to Reki. S is Adam’s arena, and it had been a while since his tournament. Adam’s name holds a different meaning to Reki now. Irritation is what first comes to mind, but Reki can’t help thinking back to a few months ago, too, when he’d gotten back into that car -

“ -ki? Are you listening?” Langa waves a hand between them, snapping Reki out of his head. He nods, then actually answers no, which earns a soft sigh from Langa before he repeats himself. “I said, we don’t have to do it, if you don’t want. I was just relaying the information.”

He doesn’t mean to make a face, but Reki doesn’t like it when Langa checks in with him like this. It’s his own fault, really, but he assumed they were past their issues. He knows Langa wants to go, but if Reki said he’d rather not, Langa wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but he also wouldn’t go either. Reki doesn’t want to risk any resentment between them anymore.

“No, no, it sounds fun.” He throws in a smile, which earns a small grin from Langa in return. Back to better days.

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The track is awesome to behold when Langa and Reki pull up to Crazy Rock on his bike. Reki’s attention fights him as he tries to take everything in at once. Black lights are mounted everywhere, and a quick peek down the track shows more lining the rock walls. Everyone is wearing something that glows, and as a few people walk by, he can see paint on their bodies and their boards.

Music plays at the stage nearby, a DJ controlling lights that thump to the beat of the songs. Images play on the big screen behind him, and everyone there seems to be in full swing of the festivities.

Miya is the first to come up to them, having spotted them from the far edge of the crowd. He waves at them and casually rolls down to them on his board. “Did you guys miss the memo?” He’s wearing his normal get-up, which lights up under the black light, and there’s an odd assortment of clips in his hair that looks as if Reki’s sisters had gotten hold of him.

Langa looks down at himself before sweeping his gaze over the crowd. “I don’t own anything like this.” He shrugs, and Reki nods.

“Plus, we’re just here to skate - ” Reki catches Langa’s stare at the people dancing, at the DJ on the stage. “ - or at least that’s why I’m here.”

“Yes,” Langa nods, but he continues looking a the crowd for a bit longer. “To skate.”

Reki’s not usually one to dance in front of strangers, but something about Langa’s interest has him wanting to suggest it. “Did you want to dan - ”

Something crashes against Reki’s shoulders, but it doesn’t take too long to realize it’s Shadow’s arm. “Didn’t anyone tell you that you need to glow at a glow party?” He laughs, jostling him and Langa until neither can take it anymore and rolls out from under his grip.

Shadow’s costume is also altered slightly, presumably so he can also correlate to the theme - the makeup on his face looks absolutely, yet awesomely, terrifying just as it always does.

Before Reki can defend him and Langa again, he catches sight of Joe and Cherry rolling in on their boards, out-matching one another in style yet again. It’s becoming glaringly obvious that he should have attempted something, but it’s too late now. It took all of Reki’s resolve just to come to the track at all.

“My my,” a familiar voice surges over the music, which fades to the background as Adam walks across the stage. Everyone in the crowd, turning their attention towards him, exclaims at different intervals to get Adam’s acknowledgment among the masses. It’s clear that no matter what, there will always be people to cheer him on.

Adam’s attention is pointed elsewhere, though, and even behind his mask, Reki can tell that he’s looking straight at Langa.

“It seems not everyone here agrees with the dress code!” It earns him a few chuckles as some of the crowd peer around at Reki and Langa. “It hardly matters - Snow looks good in anything.” Adam sighs dramatically and gets a groan from Miya and Shadow.

Reki doesn’t do or say anything. He can’t even bring himself to look at Langa at the moment. It’s too embarrassing all of a sudden.

“Do I?” Langa asks, and Reki rolls his eyes.

“Sure.” It’s immediate, this spike of jealousy. It isn’t something Reki wants to feel, not towards his best friend, but it creeps up on him, and he catches Miya glancing at him oddly. “Uh - yeah. He’s just stating the obvious, being extra.” He nudges Langa’s shoulder with his own. “Let’s ska - ”

“But don’t the rest of you just look like colorful firecrackers tonight!”

Reki’s breath catches in his throat. He whips his head back to see Adam glancing outward at the crowd. Still, he doesn’t look back at him, and that just pisses him off. Something yanks on his insides, twisting them until Reki suddenly feels nauseous. He glances around and realizes that there’s nowhere to be alone just in case he vomits. “I’ll be right back,” He mumbles, “Gotta take a leak.”

He doesn’t even give the others a chance to respond as he high-tails it out of there and into the woods surrounding the track. There’s a lone building some ways away from the track that Reki is sure no one will find him at.

The structure itself isn’t that old, but it’s been around even before the start of S - degrading in its solitude. Paint peels from the walls, and the stall doors are covered in rust as they hang on their hinges. No one really uses it anymore, not since the portables were installed near the start of the tracks, which leaves Reki alone just as he planned.

The metal door creaks as he opens it, leaves and dirt bunching up into the corner behind it. No one is inside, but a light is still on, dim and flickering every so often. It smells stale, but it’s unoccupied, and Reki takes the space to gather up his thoughts.

Surely, Adam wasn’t speaking in some sort of code. Just because he used a word familiar to Reki doesn’t mean anything. He wouldn’t do so with Langa standing nearby and getting all of his attention, and it is a commonly used word.

It haunts him.

Reki sighs and tries to get a glimpse of himself in one of the mirrors, but it’s covered in dust and gunk and only affords him pieces of his reflection back at him. “This is so stupid.” He tries to get a hold of the twinge he feels in his chest, but hearing that word makes Reki’s insides flip and twist. It’s been months since the end of the tournament, months since Reki went looking for Adam and found him at their familiar spot. This shouldn’t be happening - he shouldn’t have half a chub just from hearing Adam say -

“Firecracker?”

The metal door bangs shut behind Adam as Reki, startled, whips around to see him standing inside the bathroom. “Wha - ”

Adam clucks his tongue, and it’s almost reprimanding in tone. Reki’s face warms from the embarrassment, jaw clenching as words fail him. “Running away so early into the event?” He strides into the decrepit space as if he owns it, and before Reki has a moment to even think of backing up or trying to go around him to escape, Adam is in front of him, peering down at him from behind his mask. “I thought to at least get a few failed races out of you before you turned tail.”

“Shut up.” Reki finally finds the will to move around him, shoving him aside to make his way toward the door.

“Don’t be jealous, darling. You know how much that snow bunny means to me.”

Reki whirls around, anger filling him up inside. Of all the things he could have said - “I. Am. Not. Jealous.” Adam doesn’t look as if he believes that, leaning back against one of the sinks, his arms folded across his chest, legs crossed at the ankle - a playful smirk on his face. “Don’t you have skaters to maim and torture?”

There’s no reason to be this angry. Reki doesn’t even like where it’s coming from.

Adam’s head leans to the side, his gaze fixated on Reki. It seems strange to him now that he has Adam’s attention, but he is the only other person in the bathroom, so who else is he going to give it to? “What.”

“Come here.” It’s a clear command, but Reki doesn’t have to follow it. He can turn away right now and head back outside, but it’s the fact that he knows Adam won’t say it again, and if Reki leaves, whatever this game is, is over.

His anger is still hot within him, but he walks over to Adam anyway, standing before him as if waiting for a lash out. Long fingers grip Reki’s jaw and turn his head left and right as if to inspect his face. He almost wants to rip himself away, but Adam’s fingers dig in, almost bitingly painful.

“I really should put a leash on you.” The words are muttered like an afterthought, but Reki can’t help the shiver running down his spine. He leans forward in Adam’s space, baring his neck as he tilts his head to the side. Adam’s hand slides down, encompassing Reki’s throat. The white glove he’s wearing is soft against his skin, but the squeezing pressure is what feels good. “What do you want from me?” Adam asks after a moment of silence passes between them.

Too many things, Reki thinks, but he won’t say them all out loud. Things born from hatred and lust, but he can only pick one. He presses into Adam’s hand and lets out a soft sigh. “Your tongue.”

If the request takes Adam by surprise, he doesn’t show it. There’s a minute second where he doesn’t do or say anything, but then Adam’s dropping his jaw and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth in response. Reki stretches to reach him, running his tongue up along the length of Adam’s in one sweeping motion. Before he can settle back down, he’s yanked forward by the throat, and Adam hungrily devours his mouth with a kiss that steals Reki’s breath and has his legs shaking.

His hands fly up to Adam’s coat, fingers pulling at the fabric. It doesn’t have as much give, as tight as it is on Adam’s body, but Reki manages to find some purchase to hold on to while he’s being eaten up.

Adam doesn’t stop until Reki grunts, finally and painfully, unable to breathe. When he pulls away, Reki gulps down air as if he’s been drowning. He only has another short moment before Adam attacks him again. “Wa - wai - ” He pounds on Adam’s chest, reaching up to knock Adam’s mask askew as a distraction. It works, and Adam finally relents, removing his mask and setting it down on the sink behind him. “I can’t be gone for too long - the others might come look for me.” Reki’s out of breath, but when Adam’s lips press softly against his own, he’s almost ready to just say the hell with it.

“If I put you on display, they’d see what a prize you are.”

Warm, gloved hands hold his face as if he’s something precious, and Reki can’t contain the goosebumps he gets from such a gentle gesture. “No - I’m not - ” He isn’t the prize, never has been. Langa is Adam’s ultimate goal. Reki just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. When Adam licks into his mouth again, Reki succumbs if only for a moment longer, before he pushes himself away and out of Adam’s grasp.

Slowly, Adam readjusts his costume, grabbing his mask and holding it down by his side. He walks towards Reki, backing Reki up against one of the stall doors that remains closed. “Lose all of your races tonight.” Another clear command, riding on a deep, gravelly voice. Reki opens his mouth to ask why when Adam grabs a handful of his sweatshirt and pulls him close. “It isn’t as if my request is so difficult to achieve, now is it? Hm?”

Anger fills him as if it hadn’t just been quelled moments before. “Fuck you.” He rips himself from Adam’s grasp, hears something tear, but doesn’t bother to stop or look down at his clothes as he exits the building. The metal door to the bathroom bangs shut behind him as the night air hits him as he makes his way back to the track and to his friend. It doesn’t dawn on him until later that someone could have seen them stepping out one after the other, but in the moment, Reki doesn’t care. He just makes a beeline straight to Langa, who’s holding the board Reki had left behind.

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“Whoa, what happened to you?” Miya’s voice is the first to permeate the rage circling Reki’s head, but he doesn’t register what he’s said until Langa reaches to touch the part of his hood that Adam had been bunching up in his fist. He doesn’t mean to move away in such a brash manner, but it startles Reki, and he sways out of the way of Langa’s hand.

“It’s nothing, I - a branch or something caught on it while I was making my way back here.” The sound of the crowd and music begins to crash around him again, making things like conversation unbearable.

Langa pauses for a moment, but he seems to accept the excuse, nodding as he kicks his board up to grab it while also handing Reki his own. “You want to skate now?”

‘Lose all of your races tonight.’

Reki shakes his head, trying to dispel Adam’s words, but his action is misunderstood, and Langa turns to look at Joe and Cherry to ask them if they want to instead. Before Reki can correct himself, Langa and Joe are off to the start of the track with Miya and Shadow in tow to watch, leaving him standing there feeling like a complete ass.

“Man,” He sighs, brushing some of his hair from his eyes.

“Friendships fall apart over less, Reki.” Cherry comes up beside him, not bothering to look at him as they both watch the others head out to race.

It’s not as if Cherry giving him advice is strange. He and Joe have a habit of doing it all of the time with the younger ones of the group, but this time, it feels as if he’s exposed Reki’s entire, deep, dark secret, and he’s barely said anything. Reki tries to swallow past a lump in his throat. “What do you mean?”

Sighing beneath his half mask, Cherry places a hand on Reki’s shoulder and squeezes it. “Langa thinks that he still needs to get back into your good graces, but if you push him off that edge instead of helping him back down from it, you’ll lose it again.”

Cherry’s words sit within him as he hops on his skateboard to join them.

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The race ends with Langa as the winner, only just barely crossing the finish line before Joe did. Together, they laugh and discuss different techniques to strengthen their already impeccable skills. Reki watches them from the sidelines, overhearing a few other people remark on how incredible they are. It makes his palms itch. They’re not wrong, and Reki has to remind himself that it’s all supposed to be fun.

Win or lose. Skating is supposed to be fun, but when he matches up with Miya and loses after giving it his all, it’s not hard to fall back into familiar, negative thoughts as easily as breathing.

“Let’s go,” Cherry nudges Reki in the arm as he nods back up towards the top of the hill. “We’re next.”

“What’s the point?” He mumbles, but he goes anyway. He starts the same as Cherry, but his heart just isn’t into it anymore, and he ends up in dead last miles behind him.

‘It isn’t as if my request is so difficult to achieve.’

Miya pulls him away from the others once they meet up again. “You’re bringing the mood down.” He’s as blunt as ever, and most times, Reki would welcome it, but all he wants to do now is go home. “Jeez,” Miya sighs and tugs on Reki’s arm until he follows him further away from the track toward the stage. “Take a break.” He shoves Reki towards a line of people who are getting paint sloshed on them.

“Uh - wait - ” Someone is already swiping glow paint on his face before he can try to get away. He can’t see his own, but from what he can see of Miya’s face, it’s random shapes on their cheeks and paint smeared across their lips. He laughs at Miya’s face because some lines are painted on to make him look like a cat, and he’s distracted momentarily from his depression until he feels his headband slip from his head.

He whips around to see who’d taken it, already on the defensive. His stomach flips when he sees Adam standing there, grinning at him. “Hello.” He wiggles his fingers, greeting them as if it were perfectly normal. Reki stills, but before he can say anything, Adam spins him back around and starts tying up his hair. It’s pulled into a small, messy half-ponytail with his headband acting as a makeshift scrunchie, and it’s so hard not to react to Adam’s fingers running through his hair.

Miya is at a loss for words as Adam dips his fingers in some of the paint and runs them over the strands of Reki’s hair. “There, aren’t we a spectacle.” He squeezes Reki’s shoulders, pinching them almost until they start to hurt. Reki flinches, pulling himself out from Adam’s grasp as the crowd around them begins to turn inward.

People around them whisper and murmur as Adam graces them with his presence. He turns to interact with them, giving Reki a chance to escape, and grabs Miya by the arm to make sure not to leave him behind. They head through the crowd just to get lost for a moment before clambering out the other side. When Reki looks back, he can see Adam grabbing his skateboard and heading over to the track.

Reki’s gaze follows Adam until he meets up with Langa, and something inside of him just snaps. He lets go of Miya, who’s trying to get his attention over the loud music to ask what’s wrong, but Reki is already marching off away from the track. He stops to grab his bike from where he parked it earlier, but ends up leaving it in case Langa needs it to get back home.

The walk to the gate will be a long one, but Reki can’t turn back now. The paint on his face is already messed up as tears begin to fall. Facing them all now will just be embarrassing, and Reki can’t help feeling guilty over it.

It’s so easy to run away from it all than to face it, and if Reki is being honest with himself, he’d rather be alone than drag everyone else down with him.

He makes it halfway to the gate when something grabs his arm and steers Reki off the main path. When he looks up, he sees the man who drives Adam around. He remembers him from the tournament, too, having dropped out at the end to give up his spot for Langa.

The name Tadashi clicks in his mind.

“Hey!” He yells, but Tadashi is pulling Reki hard enough through the brush that he’s distracted by tripping over everything. It isn’t until he’s back at the old bathroom building that Reki realizes what’s going on. “No, wait!”

He’s shoved through the door and onto the dirty floor, dust and grime transferring to his hands and knees as he scrapes his skin against the concrete. When the door clangs shut behind him, Reki begins to panic.

He hops up, banging on the door, but it won’t budge. “Let me out of here!” He yells, but Tadashi doesn’t bother responding on the other side.

Angry beyond belief, Reki whips around to look for any other means of escape, but all that’s left is a small window high up on one of the walls. Even if he could find a way up there, it’s too small for him to even fit through.

“Shit.” Reki takes a moment to breathe, to collect himself. It’s not as if he’s in any serious danger, but coming here on his own and being trapped in here are two completely different stories. He tries to calm himself, but as the minutes pass and nothing happens, Reki finds himself hitting things, punching at the rusted metal stall walls, kicking old trash cans over until he leaves a dent. He makes a mess of everything.

Seeing a splintered, monstrous version of himself in the cracked mirror only makes him angrier, and without a second thought, Reki punches the broken glass and shatters it further, cutting up his knuckles in the process.

It’s then that Adam walks in - because of course it would be at this exact moment. Reki has never felt more pathetic in his life, even as his heart skips a beat at the sight of the other.

Adam takes two steps into the bathroom, his gaze surveying the trash littered everywhere, the shards of glass on the floor at Reki’s feet, before he even looks at Reki. He has a skateboard in his hand, and after a few seconds of staring at it, Reki recognizes it as his own.

“What a mess you’ve made.”

Reki picks up a large shard from the sink, knuckles cut and bleeding, and hurls it at Adam. “Let me the fuck out.”

Adam is quick to dodge, smacking the shard out of the air with an ease that makes Reki’s blood boil. “I know animals hate to be caged, but I needed you to stick around.”

“Why?” Reki is beyond imagining that he’d just be let go upon request, but he isn’t going to give up so easily. “So you can fuck the loser?” He takes a step forward. “Or did you win your race against Langa? Is that it?” Words fall from his mouth all on their own as he takes another step, clawing and tearing their way up his throat, and he can’t stop them - no matter how much he wants to. “WHY DON’T YOU JUST FUCK HIM THEN!”

Silence grows between them. The only sound is Reki’s labored breathing and the muffled music from outside. Now that he’s said it, Reki’s legs give out, and he collapses to his knees, exhausted from the anger finally leaving him. Adam removes his mask again, his face showing no emotion - no effect from Reki’s outburst. It’s almost cold, his jaw set fine and clean as red eyes gaze at him on the floor.

Adam’s footsteps echo on the concrete as he walks over. He crouches down and gently tilts Reki’s head up with a finger beneath his chin. “I could never defile the purest of snow in that way.” Reki whimpers, tears falling down his face. Adam’s voice is cruel in its compassion. “Maybe you are right, my firecracker. Perhaps I have been neglectful.” He wipes away the tears from Reki’s face. “Aw, I’ve gone and smeared the paint on your face,” Adam clucks, rubbing a thumb across Reki’s cheek. “Either they’ll think you’ve been crying or someone’s royally messed you up.” He grins, and Reki pushes his hand away.

Smeared paint is the least of Reki’s worries. He can’t go back out there like this, and yet he can’t stay in this deteriorating bathroom any longer. Regrets wash over him, along with the guilt that usually accompanies his time with Adam, but while he silently vows that this won’t happen again, Adam is already pulling him in for a kiss, and Reki does nothing to resist him.

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The screen of Reki’s phone is bright in the dark of Adam’s car. A few messages pop up in the notification bar, and for a moment, he debates answering them. It was easier to ignore them when he wasn’t talking to anyone, but he can’t leave Crazy Rock without telling them now.

“Ah - Adam, wait,” Reki reaches down between his legs, grasping a clump of blue hair as Adam’s lips slowly slide up the length of Reki’s cock. “Give me a minute.” He tries typing a message to Langa, but Adam isn’t patient enough. He dives back down, engulfing Reki in a sweltering heat. Reki moans, half forgetting what he was doing until another message pops up asking where he’d gone.

His message to Langa is short: wasn’t feling well - caught ride hom. I’ll pick up bike 2morrow.

It’s all he can get out before Adam grabs the phone and tosses it elsewhere in the car, pulling all of Reki’s focus on the dirty, wet sounds his mouth is making.

It’s all Reki wants to concentrate on anyway. He only wants to think of the way Adam’s tongue has a habit of swirling around the tip as he slides up and the tightness of Adam’s throat when he bottoms out and squeezes himself around Reki. He can’t help rolling his hips into glorious warmth, chasing it as Adam teases him.

“Why are you do - ooing this! Fuck!” He squirms beneath Adam’s shoulders, his arms wrapped around Reki’s legs. He’s holding on so tightly that it’s almost impossible to move anywhere if he even wanted to.

The groan that slips from Adam’s throat is obscene. “I asked what you wanted from me.” His tongue licks a long stripe from the base of Reki’s cock all the way to the tip. “So I’m giving you my tongue.”

Reki’s skin is practically buzzing. He could cum at any moment, but it would be too soon, and the car had only just left S.

“But - the party - ugck! ” Adam pulls him further down in the seat, hiking Reki’s legs over his shoulders as he licks Reki’s cock like it’s a lollipop.

“It’s just a party.” He presses a soft kiss to the tip, his tongue digging into the slit as Reki whimpers, hiking up the bottom of his hoodie to get a better look. It’s beyond impossible to think that Adam doesn’t look gorgeous there between his legs - mask askew, hair mussed, and lips red and puffy from working overtime. “Just imagine,” Adam chuckles, turning to nip the sensitive skin in the bend of Reki’s leg as his fingers wrap around his cock. “How would Langa look if he were down here instead?”

The sickening twist in Reki’s gut is almost instantaneous. Hearing Langa’s name spoken from a mouth that had just been around him makes Reki nauseous. He tries pushing Adam away with his foot. “Don’t talk about him like that.”

Adam chuckles again and kisses the inside of Reki’s thigh. It almost feels like an apology. “We’re more alike than I thought.”

“I am nothing like you.” He scrambles to get up, but Adam is quicker, pulling Reki’s legs until his back is completely flat against the seat. He slots himself between Reki’s thighs, grinding against him with the bulge in his pants. Reki can feel just how hard Adam is, and he can’t deny how it makes him want to roll his hips and beg for it.

He shakes his head instead and reaches up to push Adam away, only to be caught again as Adam gently holds his wrists in his grasp. He presses soft kisses into each palm before he begins to lick each finger. Reki forgets for a moment all the things he was going to say, mesmerized by the feeling of Adam’s tongue on his skin.

“I don’t want to be like you.” Reki corrects himself, but it only seems to amuse Adam more.

“Alas, the paths we’ve taken were vastly different, but it’s where we meet at their conclusion that has me absolutely fascinated.”

Reki knows nothing of Adam’s past. Hell, he didn’t even know that Adam, or Ainosuke Shindo, was some politician in his everyday life until recently, when he caught him on the news one afternoon. He’d never been interested in Adam’s life before S until now.

“What does that mean?” Reki can’t help touching Adam’s face, two fingers lifting the bottom of his mask.

“Unimportant,” Adam sighs and lets go of Reki to remove the mask and toss it elsewhere. “Right now, all I want to do is eat you up.”

Reki slips his hand down and around his dick, touching himself as Adam lowers his head. He lets his tongue hang out, a stark reminder of their meeting in the bathroom earlier that night, and Reki smacks himself against it - once, twice, before Adam devours him.

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The water running down Reki’s legs is warm, the paint from his hair and face mixing with the dried blood on his knuckles as they blend together down the drain of the hotel shower. It’s roomy, big enough for at least four people. Large enough that there’s space to spare even with Adam on his knees and his tongue in Reki’s hole.

“Adam - wait st - stop!” Reki groans, face hot and flushed as hands grip his waist and keep him firmly planted up against one of the walls. His cock throbs, smooshed between the tile and his stomach, slick with precum as Adam licks and sucks his way inside. “Please - it feels funny!” But Adam doesn’t seem as if he’s ready to stop any time soon. He swipes his tongue against the rim, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin around it. He eats Reki out like he’s the last meal he’ll ever have, and while Reki is embarrassed, he can’t deny that it feels too good.

He cums without warning, smearing white across the shower wall and his tummy. It hits him hard, as it always does the first time, but it doesn’t stop as Adam slips two fingers inside of him, the pressure just enough to keep his orgasm from dampening too quickly. His legs shake, unable to hold himself up for much longer, but before they can give out, Adam stands up behind him, crowds him against the wall, and fucks him hard with three fingers, two knuckles deep.

“How many did you lose?” Adam’s voice is hoarse and low in Reki’s ear.

He lets out a noise somewhere between a cry and a moan as Adam’s fingers curl within him. They hit a certain spot that has his cock dribbling. He knows what Adam is referring to - the few races he’d done that night. As he tries to recall them, Reki tries to reach down to touch himself when Adam pulls his arm back. The pain is sudden and sharp. “Ah! Two! I lost two.” He sobs, his shoulder throbbing through the muscle strain. “I lost them.”

Adam’s fingers slip from him, but the emptiness doesn’t last long before he’s filled again with Adam’s cock. It hurts again at first, but the biting pain gives way quicker this time, and then all Reki can feel is desire and fulfillment as Adam thrusts inside.

“My poor firecracker,” Adam purrs. “What a good boy.”

A prideful heat floods Reki’s body, hotter than the water splashing against them, which makes him shiver from the contrasting coolness. Adam releases his arm, only to incapacitate him once more by lifting one of his legs. The change in position has Reki scrambling to hold on, reaching back to grasp any part of Adam that he can, so he won’t fall over. “Wait - fuck too deep!”

Feeling Adam this way is a whole new experience. Reki can’t stand on his own, his one foot on the floor, turning to try and balance himself as Adam fucks up into him. He can feel everything now, every slick slide of Adam’s cock. It hits some new spot inside and has Reki seeing stars.

He gasps and throws his head back against Adam’s shoulder as he cums again, moaning when fingers dig into his skin. Adam grunts, his tongue snaking its way inside Reki’s ear before he bites it. His teeth sink into as he cums inside of Reki, groaning as Reki cries out from the aching sting of teeth.

When Adam releases his leg and slips from him, Reki collapses to his knees. They bang against the tiled floor before he falls over completely, too exhausted to care that he’ll need another shower to wash off everything he’s lying in. It’s hard to even breathe for a moment, throat raw and scratchy. It might be good to just lie there and let it all wash away, but Adam’s already picking him by the arm and getting him to stand beneath the shower spray.

Adam readjusts the temperature, and for a moment, they both stand there and let the water hit them. Adam stands behind Reki, a solid structure he can lean on as he tries to gain his bearings. “I want to paint your body with more colors. Purple and blue this time.” He kisses Reki’s shoulder, reaching out to grab soap and rub it over Reki’s body. “Put them in all the places where people could see them.”

Teeth scrape against his neck, and Reki shivers from anticipation. “Please.” He gasps softly as Adam lathers soap down across his stomach. He can’t help quivering under his touch, anxious that at any moment it could turn from being gentle to harsh. It’s almost exciting that way, but Reki won’t admit it.

Adam’s hands slip down even further, intruding on their precision to clean him. His cock, spent and flaccid, swells in response as fingers wrap themselves around him. Reki rolls his hips, and together with the soap on Adam’s hands, it starts to feel amazing in a sleepy, lazy sort of way.

“May I?” Adam whispers, sending shivers beneath Reki’s skin.

He hums, his eyelids heavy as warmth surrounds him. He leans his head back against Adam’s shoulder, tilting his head in a way that exposes more of his neck. He feels Adam’s teeth on his skin again, feels Adam’s nose press into the pulse point beneath his ear. “Fucking wreck me,” Reki moans, and Adam waits no time in obliging.

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It’s dark when Reki wakes up, his face smooshed into the pillow of the hotel bed. His arms ache resting beneath it, and it takes him a moment to roll over off his stomach and sit up. He was almost certain that he’d be alone when he woke up, the spot next to him in bed empty and void of bodily warmth, but a quick glance at the balcony door and the strip of moonlight bleeding into the room had him second-guessing the assumption.

He rises to investigate, his lower back and shoulders throbbing and sore, and pads to the open door, peaking outside to find Adam leaning against the balcony parapet in one of the hotel’s black robes. Reki can smell the stench of cigarettes before he sees the smoke pour from Adam’s lips and can’t help wrinkling his nose at it as he pulls the door open enough to slip through. It squeaks, drawing Adam’s attention.

Smoke spirals into the night sky as Adam taps one end. Ash falls somewhere down below, but they’re so high up, the wind will probably carry it away. Adam looks Reki up and down, his gaze hitting all the spots where his mouth had been. Reki can feel himself flush with a shy heat, vulnerable even now in just his boxer-briefs. It’s silly because Adam has seen his naked body in its entirety three times now.

He shivers where he stands, but attributes that mostly to the chill in the air and not to red eyes staring intensely at him from behind the soft blue hair hanging over them. “What time is it?”

Adam takes another puff of his cigarette, taking his time to enjoy the drag. “Three-thirty,” He answers, smoke billowing from his mouth. “Haven’t I exhausted you yet?”

Yes is the short answer, but if Reki were to be honest, he’s beyond exhaustion. His body feels heavy, his limbs almost as if they aren’t really arms and legs but weights pulling him down to the floor. It takes all of him to just remain upright, but he can’t bring himself to just sleep it off. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

A quiet moment passes between them. It’s the dead of night, early morning even, and everyone in the city is probably asleep. Adam finishes off his cigarette and deposits it in an ashtray on the small table nearby before motioning with a single finger for Reki to come to him. It takes four steps.

“You’re very honest with me, firecracker.” The nickname rolls out on a soft growl from Adam’s mouth. Reki can’t deny the feeling it elicits when he hears it. It took everything within him when he heard Adam say it at the track, not to react, which makes Reki think back to it now and wonder if Adam was actually doing it on purpose. Somehow, the thought of it not being specifically aimed toward him has Reki feeling funny, and he’s not exactly happy with that concept. “Why is that?”

It’s difficult to think that Adam can appear soft, but even with his furrowed brows and scrutinizing gaze, Reki can see it sitting there behind them. Hidden behind another mask.

Reki doesn’t know anything about Adam. The little things, anyway - the important things. He knows his name and occupation and how he is at the track, but he doesn’t know things like how he got his start with skateboarding or how it is that he can stand up in front of crowds and cameras and wear a straight face so easily.

He’s sure that he’ll never know anything beyond what he can see and feel during nights like these. It’s not as if Reki craves them, spending any moment he can thinking of when Adam will contact him again, but it doesn’t make this time any less desirable once he’s in it. He’s constantly torn between wanting to tear Adam’s face off and kiss him stupid just so he can stay longer within the bubble they seem to make for each other. “I don’t see a reason not to be.”

Adam reaches out, and Reki immediately leans into his hand, letting Adam’s fingers slip around his jaw and run down his neck. He can feel them pass over tender spots where teeth marks and bruises are fixed into his skin. They squeeze his throat but only briefly before Adam’s hand falls away. It almost felt reassuring.

“I’m sure they’d love it if you were honest with them.”

“I know.” Goosebumps rise across Reki’s body as another cold chill shakes him. He rubs his arms to warm them, but eventually, he turns to head back inside. “I’ll grab my stuff and head out first.” It’s not as if he wants to, being so early in the morning, but his usefulness has run its course.

It’s just like the other times.

They fight - they fuck, and when they wake to reality, it’s time to part ways and never speak again until it happens again.

Adam is like a drug to Reki, addicting and toxic, and if he doesn’t leave now and put that wall back up, he’ll -

A force crashes into his backside, shoving Reki over onto the floor. He tries to brace himself, landing hard on his shoulder. A kick to his side sends him collapsing over by the bed, and before he can try to wrangle himself up to get away, Adam is standing before him, towering over him as the moonlight behind him silhouettes his front.

It should be terrifying, but Reki is too angry to be scared. “What the fuck!” He kicks out, pushing himself up against the edge of the bed to lean against. When he breathes, his chest hurts. It doesn’t feel as if anything is broken, but it fucking hurts.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Adam grabs Reki by his hair, dragging him across the room. He struggles to crawl on his knees as he fights to pull away, but he knows it’s pointless when Adam is this determined. “What are you doing?” He asks before Adam finally lets go, flinging him to the cold floor. He tries to ask again when Adam flips him over and sits on him. The pressure is almost too much to bear until Reki’s able to shift himself to a more manageable position. “Get off me.” Everything aches, but still, Adam sits on him as if he’s nothing more than furniture.

A wiggle of his hips has heat rushing to Reki’s dick.

He doesn’t want to get hard now. It’s not exactly the most ideal time to get a boner, but as Adam keeps grinding, Reki can’t help it. He grips Adam by the waist and tries shoving the other off, but he won’t budge - like a boulder weighing on Reki’s body.

“It doesn’t take much, for you, does it?” Adam huffs, smug as he rolls his hips. “How pathetic.”

That’s it.

Reki growls - some feral noise bursting from his throat - as he bucks upward, successfully upending Adam just enough to hook his legs and send them both tumbling over. Adam ends up on his back, and Reki finds himself completely nestled between firm, thick thighs. “I’m pathetic?” He slaps Adam in the face, and when all it does is elicit laughter from the other, he reels back, ready to throw a punch.

Except, as Adam lies there on the floor, grinning, face flush - a red mark forming on his cheek - Reki hesitates. His eyes glance upward to Adam’s wrists, exposed as his arms lay above his head. He’d seen the scars before, but he never questioned them. There was no reason to when there wasn’t much talking happening between them. Adam isn’t fighting back. It’s as if he’s almost welcoming it.

This is different then the pain they’d inflict upon each other during sex, or so Reki thought, but Adam’s eyes are heavy with lust, piercing Reki beneath heavy lashes as if begging him for more.

Reki drops his hand and sits back on his heels. Adam’s legs fall to the side as both of them exist there on the floor, breathing heavy from their respective explosions.

“If you don’t want me to go, there has gotta be better ways to go about expressing that.” His head hurts, his body aches. His shoulders drop as he deflates, all the anger seeping out of him as exhaustion creeps in again.

Adam chuckles from the floor, but he isn’t making any progress in getting up. “Are you seriously telling me that I need to control my emotions?” His chest rises and falls in deep breaths, the mark on his face only reddening more as time ticks on. “You, who flies off the handle whenever I show someone else the eensiest bit of attention?”

Reki can feel his face flush, embarrassment flooding him in acknowledgment of the truth. He can’t deny anymore - he craves it. Adam is a ball of energy, a force that’s fully directed at him. Who wouldn’t want that? Still, as stubborn as he is, Reki shakes his head because he can’t give in yet.

“Or is it just one person, hm?”

Reki’s body moves on its own. He rises from the floor, prods Adam’s legs out of the way as he steps over them. His thighs hug Adam’s sides as he now takes a seat on Adam’s lap.

“Fuck this, I don’t want to do any of this anymore.” He rolls his hips and can feel a growing hardness match his own. When Adam’s hands come up to grip his waist, it’s enough to make Reki fully erect again - his swelled cock restrained in his undershorts. Heat floods him again as he leans into the rough pressure of Adam’s fingertips.

It is all a lie.

“I don’t want to meet you in dark places.” Reki sighs, reaching down to press two fingers against Adam’s mouth. They slip in between his lips with ease. “I don’t want - ngh - to freak out every time I go to the track.” He rocks forward, body aflame with desire as Adam touches him through the dark blue fabric that covers him. “I just want to enjoy skating again.”

Teeth press down on Reki’s fingers. Not hard enough that it’s painful, but when Reki pulls them free, little red indents are marking them. He reaches back, teasing his hole with one, then two until his filled with them. It’s not the same as when Adam does it, and he’s still loose enough from earlier, but Reki finds himself moaning from it all the same.

Adam gazes up at him, his eyes fixated on Reki as if he’s the only thing that matters. It’s what he’d like to think, anyway, even though it’s just another lie he tells himself. He’ll take it, just like he has before, because this has to be the last time. It has to be.

Or his heart will break.

Reki gasps, a realization hitting him as he presses upon a sensitive spot inside. Tears begin to fall, cresting and breaking so fast that Reki can’t do anything to stop them. Adam’s hands come up to his face and pull him down by the chin. When he kisses Reki, it feels like the first time in that first hotel room. He’d been choking on Adam’s dick then, but now he chokes on air, suffocating under the weight of truth.

He likes that Adam always kisses him when he cries.

There’s a flurry of motion when Adam pushes himself up, jerking on Reki’s arm until his fingers slip loose from his hole. He means to protest, but everything happens too fast. Adam pulls down the back of Reki’s boxer-briefs while simultaneously pulling himself out of his own. He thrusts up into Reki without warning, without so much as a grunt, and despite the resistance Reki can feel within himself, soon he’s full of Adam, surrounded by Adam, and it feels too good.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” Adam mumbles into his mouth. “My pretty firecracker.” He licks Reki’s upper lip, and Reki can taste the salt on Adam’s tongue as it pads over his own - staking claim to his mouth. He can’t help the tears that continue to fall, drunk on the heat of Adam’s breath against his lips.

Adam thrusts upward, his hands gripping Reki’s waist to hold him down, and Reki lets him. He grinds against Adam until he’s bouncing - fucked in more ways than one, as each time Adam’s cock enters him, he can feel the building heat in his stomach. He’s hard, leaking uncontrollably against Adam’s chest, the robe Adam is wearing falling off his shoulders as they each seek their own pleasure while using the other.

Reki’s arms wind themselves around Adam’s neck, clinging to him as they share breath and devour one another.

This will be the last time, Reki tells himself. It has to be, so make it count. Adam wants pain - he wants tears, and even as Reki feels guilt forming in his stomach, he’ll give it to the other because he’s already given so much.

Reki’s hands find their way around Adam’s throat, and as he squeezes, Adam smiles up at him. “Yes,” Adam moans as Reki hunches over, meeting Adam’s mouth in another consuming kiss. Fingers press into firm muscle. Adam lets out a huff, a strangled groan as his hands grasp anywhere they can touch Reki, a desperation of pulling him closer, of wanting more.

It’s overwhelming in the best of ways, and as Adam presses deep inside, Reki moans into Adam’s mouth, cumming between them. He paints Adam’s chest in white, spilling over himself as Adam keeps thrusting up inside. “Adam!” Reki gasps, breath hitching in his throat as his dick continues to weep. His fingers slacken on their hold, but with a growl from Adam, Reki tightens them again.

It scares him when Adam’s eyes begin to roll back into his head. He wants to let go again, but it doesn’t matter when Adam clings to Reki, cumming seconds later inside. Warmth fills Reki, and he can’t help the words, yes and fucking fill me up from leaving his mouth. He releases Adam’s throat then, and there’s no protest this time. Adam’s body shakes beneath him, his arms wrapped so tightly around him that Reki thinks he’ll pop at any moment.

Heavy breathing. Ragged breaths. The air is warm around them, pleasant and thick.

Adam’s head falls forward on Reki’s chest as he gulps down air, their bodies slick with sweat and their hair matted to their foreheads. The chill night wind seeps through the open door from the balcony, cooling them faster than is comfortable. Reki starts to shake and shiver in Adam’s arms and tries his best to move and stand, but before he can even finish thinking of attempting it, Adam tightens his hold and keeps him pinned down.

“L-let go,” Reki mumbles, wriggling in Adam’s lap as his cock stays planted inside, but Adam lifts his head and begins teasing Reki’s chest with his tongue and teeth - drawing a pebbled nipple into his mouth. It startles Reki, the sudden use of a warm mouth on such a sensitive spot. He jolts in Adam’s arms, but he can’t fight against it. Not when it sends another jolt to his cock - still hard and pathetically dribbling.

Red eyes gaze up at him as Reki looks to Adam for answers. He watches, a soft groan slipping past his lips, as Adam continues to tease him.

“Wait, hngh - ”

“I am not finished with you, yet,” Adam growls, finding more spots on Reki’s chest to bite and suck.

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As dawn breaks outside, Reki is already making his way home. He rejects the offer for a ride from Tadashi and welcomes the sting of pain he feels with each step he takes. By the time he makes it home, he’s numb to it. Numb to the sting, to the burning itch from the bite marks, to the soreness of the bruises that decorate his body.

Numb even to his mother’s voice when he stumbles in, probably looking worse for wear. She says something to him, but he can’t quite make it out. Her mouth is moving, her brows furrowed as concern floods her face, but still, Reki can’t hear her. It’s as if he’s underwater, sinking further and further away from everything. All he wants to do is sleep and forget.

It’s almost an entire day later when Reki wakes again, and as he rolls over in bed, he notices his board isn’t leaning up against where it normally sits by the door.

“Shit,” He sighs, because he suddenly remembers who he left it with.