call me when you want, call me when you need (aka sexting meme: not fazed, only here to sin)

[inuyasock]

the sexting + phone sex meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[hoarfrosted]

I'm cheering you on.

[ he needs a .... flag, or something. he doesn't have one. he settles for - langa quietly pats himself looking for the thing he wants until he finds a handkerchief, and starts waving it in the air, quietly chanting - while recording, blushing face and all - ]

Reki, Reki, Reki ....

[rekd]

[ it's like langa's trying to kill him. oh well, he's skated on massive, bone-splitting injuries before, what's a glowing face gonna do to him? ]

Okay, okay, okay. Look.

[ maybe the cheering is a little welcome as he swings his back foot over the tail, feeling for the exact point of pressure where the truck rotates. ]

Just ease back on to it—don't Langa it. [ yes, he's a verb now. ] Keep your front foot steady, and...

[ the noise lifts. it's more than just precarious—it's finding a perfect balance between two points that both want to spin out of control. reki maintains it for exactly two and a half seconds before the whole situation capsizes, spilling him on his ass. ]

... Well. You get it now.

[hoarfrosted]

Mmm.

[ as much as he's teasing him, langa is paying close attention to reki on the screen, as well. he captures it up to the point he drops, stops the video, and replays it as he hunches over where he's seated. it requires a bit more finesse than he normally has a hold over the board, which is tricky, but that's alright; a challenge is a challenge, and langa never once imagines he'd be unable to do it.

it's probably a testament as to how focused he is replaying the video that he doesn't even go over where reki is when he fell ... a quick glance tells him he's not dying, anyway, which gives him more time to keep replaying the video and study his body and feet on the board. ]

[rekd]

[ it's all good. reki's too busy looking over the board to make sure he hasn't put a single scratch on it. fun as this was, every tiny little stresser resounds when it comes to mechanics. the idea of skewing langa's rig even a little bit is enough to discourage him from doing this more often.

but, no. it looks good. he'll check more thoroughly later, but for now, it's langa's turn. reki stands with a groan, brushes off the seat of his jeans, and delivers langa's board back to him. ]

Time to do your thing. You got this.

[hoarfrosted]

Okay.

[ he watches it one more time as he takes the board from reki, and then puts his phone away.

langa approaches it the way he approaches everything else: quietly, mulling over the schematics in his head as his body follows the movements needed to execute the action. it's all very simple, once you break it down - putting it into action is something else, as always, and for langa the problem is to make sure his body catches up with his brain when he decides on the action .... but he's been doing this for far longer than he remembers.

the rest of it is like breathing. awkwardly moving through steps, automatically, slipping occasionally and stomping on the deck like his name is Joe Sk8 the Infinity but once he's got it, he repeats it, again and again. ]

[rekd]

[ you'd think langa was taking his first steps, the way reki is quick on him with the camera and praise. this is a freakin' skate date. the edits he's gonna stitch outta this are going to break the damn internet. ]

Keep it going! You're—no. Ugh, this is so freaking smooth.

[ yeah, okay, maybe he deserves to be called a groupie, especially at times like this. but there's no helping it—langa's got talent, skill, and damn but he looks fine as hell on camera. reki grabs his board to follow along, peering through the viewfinder, one big grin beneath. ]

You look amazing, Langa.

[hoarfrosted]

I'm still working on it.

[ but he's smiling, focusing on the work. and as with everything with langa, he gets it quickly. probably because reki is cheering him on and he's being watched and that makes him want to try harder, but it's also fun to do this for himself because it impresses reki, and also to add to his repertoire. beefs will always come now that he's SNOW, and while he beat Adam one time, there's no guarantee he's going to remain at the same skill level as he always had. to that end, langa isn't content remaining as himself, either. ]

[rekd]

Ladies and gentlemen... You thought it was impossible...

[ reki zooms around him, announcer voice on point, crouched low to capture the impossible footwork langa's doing. never in the way, of course. they're nice like that. and reki's getting a little better at not letting langa skate straight into him—when he wants to, that is. ]

Now watch as the legend himself revs this manual up to freaking eleven and performs a gravity-defying 180 kickflip. No—360.

[ he peeks over the camera, grinning hard. ]

Langa, go!

[hoarfrosted]

Oh man -

[ manual, switch, half a second pause to set up the kick flip to 360. all of it happens in a blink of an eye because langa is only too focused on the goal. the result is a somewhat haphazard execution of the kick flip to 360, tho langa trips over his legs and nearly falls on the landing. he at least doesn't drop face first onto the pavement, and manages to regain his balance like a cat; langa pushes his hair back away from his face with a triumphant laugh. ]

That sucked. Don't keep that one.

[ he grabs his board again with his foot, to try the trick again. ] Alright. Let's do it.

[ another execution of the same - landing much better, this time around. ]

[rekd]

[ that sucked. as if anyone else could even come close to pulling off langa's worst. the smooth recovery is a nice touch too. ]

Already cut, my man.

[ now for the real magic. reki crouches in wait, feeling the static in the air as langa pops off his board. the camera follows the swing, and— ]

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. You did it!

[ not that he had any doubts, but telling langa to do it is so far, far removed from actually seeing him do it. in an instant, reki's back on his feet and lunging, his arms tangling around langa tightly. ]

You actually freaking did it— Ahh, nobody's even gonna believe this when they see it— Langa, that was amazing!

[hoarfrosted]

Reki -

[ he gets an armful of reki and honestly, it's the best kind of hug. he holds onto him tightly, smiling in his enthusiasm. ]

- I'm so glad!

[ he laughs in relief. ] I thought I was going to trip again.

[rekd]

Nah. I knew you wouldn't.

[ reki reaches out a hand to ruffle langa's hair, but—he settles for just paging a few wayward strands behind langa's ear. how he skates with so much hair in his face, reki will never know. oh well, yet another reason why langa's so badass. ]

You're magic.

[hoarfrosted]

I don't know about magic ... but in the end, it all worked out.

[ dap time? dap time. this is the coolest date. ]

Let's skate some more.

[rekd]

[ kiss go their fingers, forming the infinity together. ]

You're on. Race you to the rails.

[ no ready, set, go. in fact, reki swerves in front of langa as he tears down the street, just to punk him a little. ]