ADAM finding out what sweets Langa likes and feeding the boy...getting him full and kissing all over his tummy.

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Around Langa's 18th birthday, he finds a package on the front porch of his home. He cannot find who the sender is, but it is addressed to him.

His mother isn't home at the moment so he doesn't have to worry about her trying to sneak a peek.

Once back inside, he sets the mysterious package on the kitchen table. Curious, yet cautious, he starts cutting through the tape with a pair of scissors.

Silently praying that whatever is inside isn't potentially dangerous or some sort of prank.

Setting the scissors down, and with careful hands, Langa would pull the box open. What he sees inside isn't at all what he had expected.

Inside the box sat what appeared to be an assortment of chocolate covered fruits laid out like a bouquet and protected by clear wrapping.

'Was this sent to me by accident?! ...But the box clearly has my name on it...' The blue eyed skater would wonder, nearly drooling as he stares down at the assorted confection.

Reaching inside, he gently removes the edible bouquet from the box and sets it on the table.

When he then goes to pick the empty box up to set it somewhere out of the way, he catches sight of what looks to be a letter laying at the bottom.

Taking it into his hands, his fingers glide over the textured crimson paper. It looked to be personally handcrafted, made with care.

Perhaps all of this is from a secret admirer? "...Yeah right, as if I'd be that lucky." He'd say aloud to himself, releasing a weary sigh before opening the fancy letter.

Scanning its contents, it felt as if his heart skips a beat from reading the surprisingly heartfelt message.

'Dear Langa, I do so hope that the edible bouquet has been delivered to you intact. For you deserve the best...'

Bright blue eyes continue to read over more lines.

'You have been a shining light for me when I had been feeling lost in the depths of my own despair...'

Why does the handwriting look familiar...?

'Love, Ai '

Ai... Who is Ai? The mysterious sender even took the time to doodle an intricate rose with fine ink. No lining mishaps to be seen. He'd reread the letter a couple more times, looking for any clues and wracking his brain.

As the day goes on, he figures that if he stops trying so hard to place who could have possibly sent it, the answer will eventually come to him when his mind is clearer.

When his mother arrives home, she does question him when seeing him snacking on such an expensive looking>>

>>fruity confection.

So Langa answers her as honestly as he can, saying that he has no clue, and neglecting to show her the letter that came with it.

As he lays in bed that evening, that nagging feeling in the back of his mind finally coming to the forefront. ...Wait...

Jumping out of bed, he +

grabs the crimson letter from where it lays on a nearby table. Reading over it once more.

"I'm an idiot..." He'd berate himself, smacking his forehead. Of course! Who else would have sent such a gift? Who else but Adam!

But why would the Matador suddenly mail him a gift in secret, when the last couple times he'd personally gift Langa bouquets of roses? How did the man know what sweets he'd like? And why did Adam sign the letter as "Ai"? Was it short for whatever his real name is?

Despite the younger skater seeing what the man's face looked like during their tournament race, he did not recognize who the man was outside of "S". Langa wasn't much into reading political news or watching certain channels to recognize that the blue haired man was a politician.

Ever since that first packaged gift arrived, the Matador would continue to mail Langa various sweet confections included with heartfelt letters every day that first week.

Leading up to the night before Langa's birthday, he and his buddies would meet up at Crazy Rock for a +

bit of skating fun. Langa had been happily eating every bit of those delicious cocolatey sweets and fruits, and he hopes the man will arrive at "S" tonight so he can thank him. Because none of those packages or letters inside included any way for the young man to get in contact.

After a bit of horsing around with Reki and the others, Langa's ears perk up at the distinctive sound of helicopter propellers cutting through the noise of the spectators. His heart rate picking up when that familiar aircraft comes into view from above, the noise drowning out +

the crowd's hollering for an encore of Adam and Langa's tournament race.

"AHH~! YES! SCREAM FOR IT! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

Adam's voice comes booming through what appears to be a loud speaker, his upper body can be seen leaning out of the helicopter.

The crowd screams once more for an encore race, Langa and his group covering their ears from the noise.

"OOOH YES!!! WHAT SAY YOU, LITTLE LANGA~?"

The blue eyed skater's heart pounds harder at seeing that the man had spotted him down in the crowd. Langa glances around at his friends, and seeing them not have any objections he'd raise a hand to give Adam a thumbs up.

"Yeah!"

"HEEEEERE I COME!!!"

Adam exclaims the last part just as he leaps from the helicopter, with a spin, he tosses the loud speaker back inside before he falls.

The crowd erupts in jubilant cheers, a few dirty laughs could also be heard here and there. What's with th-- "Langa! Look+

out!" Reki screams out too late. Langa's mind had been wandering while staring up at the man who decends with an open parachute. When he finally hears Reki's yell, he comes back to himself, eyes blinking. Though it was too late to escape as the man decends close to>>

>>where Langa is standing.

"Waaaaah...!" Darkness envelops him as he's nearly knocked down by the weight of the open parachite smacking over his head. Strong arms manage to catch him just before he hits the hard ground, one large hand at his back while the other cradles the+

back of his head.

The panic he felt from nearly hitting the ground gradually dies down when he realizes that something stopped his fall, blinking his eyes open, he makes out the dark silhouette of Adam while blanketed under the parachute.

"I do apologize...! I couldn't +

steer away in time... Are you alright?" The Matador would ask, voice conveying his worry.

...And now Langa was panicking for a different reason, he was grateful that the darkness around them hid how his pale cheeks flushed pink. This closeness probably wouldn't have affected +

him before he ever received those gifts.

Langa would take a deep breath, but before he could answer the man, he heard footsteps rushing towards them. Those arms release their protrctive hold when his friends lift the parachute off of them, squinting his eyes when light +

washes over him once more.

Standing straight once more, he'd hurriedly reassure Reki and the others that he was unharmed. Laughing awkwardly when Miya points out that his face is all red.

Glancing back over his shoulder at the man, he'd smile faintly.

"Thanks, Adam... and sorry for spacing out. You ready?"

He'd point to the starting line, tucking his board under his arm as he starts off toward it.

Adam's grin returns once more as he follows.

"Oh, absolutely!"

The crowd gathers around Adam and Langa as they stand at the starting line. The boy breathes in and out deeply to calm his racing heartbeat, reminding himself that this race is supposed to be all in good fun.

Setting his board onto the ground, he rests a foot in it, sliding the+

board back and forth. Making sure that the wheels are still rolling smoothly before getting into position.

"Oh, Langa dear?"

The tips of the boy's ears burn at hearing that little term of endearment. Why was he suddenly becoming so flustered around the man?!

At this rate it'll be difficult for the poor boy to focus on the race that's about to start. That, and he woke up that morning feeling a tad sluggish. Most likely because he had been intaking more sugar than his body was used to, thanks to all those sweet treats he'd been+

receiving from the older man the past week.

Which reminds him, he still hasn't thanked Adam yet, hasn't found an opportunity what with the crowd around, and to maybe ask him to ease up a bit with the frequent gifts.

He'd glance at the man to his right, hoping his face isn't >>

as red as it feels.

"This won't be like the tournament. Tonight is just for fun, just for you and me~"

Hearing those words didn't help at all. He'd nod his head in answer before turning back to the track as he awaits the countdown. Focus, Langa!

Perhaps all those gifts and letters were just some sort of weird plan to throw Langa off his game??? ...No, that's not Adam's style. The Matador may often get violent during "S" races, but he isn't really the type to manipulate people's emotions like this. At least that's what+

Langa believes.

Those words on crimson paper felt genuine, they felt true. Oh... So perhaps this was why the boy had been feeling so warm, heart pounding when thinking about the man, and moreso tonight when finally seeing him again in person.

Why did he have to realize his+

feelings right now when they're about to skate?!?!

His blue eyes watch as the racing lights count down from red to green. Both Langa and Adam then burst into a sprint when the horns blare, the Matador jumping onto his board first and Langa follows barely a second after.

The nervous jitters start to subside as he picks up +

+ speed, the breeze cool against his flushed face as he rounds a corner. An excited little grin forms in his pale lips when he manages to catch up with Adam.

"Why good evening, Snow! May I have the pleasure to dance with you~?"

Adam barely had the words out before the young+

+ man places a hand on the Matsdor's shoulder.

"Sure, but you'll have to show me what to do...!"

Langa worries his bottom lip between his teeth before meeting the man's masked gaze.

Adam's lips part in mild surprise, not having anticipated the blue eyed beauty to make the first move. Though Langa was the one to reach out to him back during the tournament, the one to break through his defenses...

Now wasn't the time to dwell on that.

The Matador grins+

+once more, bringing a hand around to rest at Langa's lower back and using his other hand to grasp the boy's free hand, entwining their fingers.

"Ahahah~! I'll gladly teach you, as you have also promised to teach me..."

The younger skater's smile turns fond, pressing closer+

+and allowing the man to take a little control of how they skate. Twisting, turning, and spinning the way Adam directs them to.

This was fun... His hand squeezes the man's larger one, and the one he has on that broad shoulder moves around to rest at the back of the Matador's neck. It felt like the world around them was fading away, blackness surrounding them with flashes of color, almost like last time+

+and the time before. A world only for the two of them...

The shouts and whistles of bystanders quickly breaks Langa out of his zone-like trance, glancing around and remembering their surroundings. Though he doesn't realize that Adam was still trapped in that trance until+

+feeling the man's hand on his back tighten, those fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, against his skin.

"A-Adam..! Hey! I'm still here...Come back to this world, okay? We're in the middle of a "beef" remember?"

That strong arm around Langa loostens a fraction when the boy's words reach Adam's ears. A relieved sigh then passes the blue eyed skater's lips when he sees that far away look vanish from the man's face.

Langa carefully extracts himself from the man's hold, the Matador looking+

+apologetic, and the young man smiles reassuringly. His blue eyes gazing with warmth before turning his focus back on the track.

"We're almost nearing the finish line..."

He spots the old building not too far off, one foot pushing at the ground to pick up speed once more.

No more words were spoken between the two as they solely put their energy into trying to outskate one another. The young man would glance over at Adam every so often to see if he was going to attempt some sort of trick, but so far the older man only continues to skate +

+neck and neck with him.

As they finally reach the entrance of the old building, Langa's heart rate would speed up. The crowd's shouts and cheers inside the building was an almost deafening to the boy's ears. He'd leap with his board down to a lower level inside the place, +

+briefly losing sight of the Matador for a bit. Though they meet up once more when just a few feet from the finish line.

A sudden idea for a dirty trick comes to Langa right then, something he's wanted to do ever since seeing Adam in that skin tight black and blue outfit back+

+during their tournament "beef".

Winding his hand back, he brings it down to deliver a quick, yet rough smack to the Matador's ass. The action causing the older man to yelp, startling him just enough for Langa to cross the finish line first.

Reki and the others rush to meet him just as his board screeches to a stop, kicking it up and catching it under his left arm. The majority of the crowd was in awe at witnessing Langa win against the legendary Adam once again. Some others grumbling because of how tame this+

+particular race turned out.

Langa's laughs through his heavy panting, squirming when Reki gives him a crushing hug.

"Hahah...! C-Can't breathe, buddy!"

Reki flashes Langa a goofy grin, releasing his hold, but then playfully slapping his hands down on the boy's shoulders. Shaking Langa as he cackles.

"That smack you did was freaking hilarious, man! Adam was all like: "Eeeep?!"!"

Unbeknownst to the redhead, Adam was standing+

+right behind him, an almost frightening smile playing at the man's plush lips.

Langa's eyes widen when noticing the older man standing behind Reki, towering over him menacingly.

"Uh, h-hey, Reki...?"

The redhead continues to babble on excitedly about the race, Langa having to grip the other boy's forearms as to still himself from the shaking.

Behind the+

+hyperactive redhead, Adam steps off of his long red and black skateboard, takes it into his gloved hands, and pokes Reki in the back by the horns.

"Aiyeeeee!!!"

Reki emits a high pitched squeal, the boy jumping from being poked and he clings to Langa. Wrapping himself around the Canadian like you would as if climbing a tree. The blue eyed boy stares at the redhead with a blank expression, a sweat drop running down his temple as he+

+pats the shorter boy's back awkwardly. His legs wobbling as he tries to support Reki's weight.

"Uhm...Reki? Think you could get down...nnh...please...?"

Langa shoots a glare over at where Shadow and Miya are laughing their asses off.

"Seriously, buddy...! I'm already exhausted from the beef... My legs might give out any second."

Langa pokes at Reki's sides, knowing how ticklish the redhead can get. The shorter boy would stifle a giggle against Langa's shoulder at that, the color finally returning to his+

+face once his earlier fright dissipates.

Adam's devilish grin had long vanished at seeing how the redhead was practically all over sweet little Langa. The man was preparing to deliver a harder poke with the horns on his board, but immediately halts when Reki finally lets go of+

+the blue eyed skater.

"Ah...~ Apologies for startling you, Reki."

The Matador would lie with a charming smile, setting his long board back onto the ground.

"I just wanted to get a chance to personally congratulate Langa before I have to be on my way."

The amber eyed boy would huff in annoyance as he shoots a glance up at the taller man, arms crossing in front of himself when he replies.

"You could have just said something instead of scaring the crap out of me, dude!"

The masked man couldn't stop the bark of laughter that+

+escapes him, right hand coming up to comb through his blue hair as he sighs.

"Hmm... But where would the fun be in that~?"

Ignoring Reki's irritated grumbling, Adam skates past the redhead and stops at Langa's side.

"I was surprised you'd attempt a little trick at the very +

+end! ...What a bad boy."

He'd whisper the last part, delighted at the way Langa flushes a pretty pink shade.

"It just..uh...kinda came to me."

Reki watches all of this, mouth gaping and feeling more awkward by the second. He hurriedly makes an excuse to go back over to the others, telling Langa he'll catch up with him later.

Langa nods and waves, watching the redhead scurry off. ...Oh no... His nerves from before+

+the race returns with a vengeance. Even though technically there are still people around, nobody comes to bother the two of them.

"Are you feeling unwell, Snow? Oh dear, you're trembling like a leaf...!"

Langa barely registers the man's words over how loud his heart sounds in+

+his own ears. His head feels strange, sweat forming on his face, and his vision becomes spotty. He takes in gasping breathes, feeling large gloved hands grip his arms when his legs nearly give out.

"Langa! Can you hear me?"

Langa manages a nod, forehead falling against the man's chest, and his hands futilely grasping at the man's red suit to keep himself upright. He feels that he has to close his eyes or else he'll end up passing out. What is with him today...?!

He vaguely hears someone's panicked+

+voice over the pounding in his ears. He feels too hot, he needs air or something?!

He isn't sure how long it's been, perhaps less than two minutes, but he soon feels those strong arms move to lift him up. Blue eyes blinking open when the dizziness subsides just barely.

The ceiling is moving...? Wait, no.

Langa spots blue hair out of the corner of his eye, when turning his head he sees Adam's face, the man's expression showing concern. The Matador was carrying Langa in his arms while skating out of the old building.

"I'm sorry..."

Adam tightens his hold when hearing the apology from the young man. There was nothing to apologize for, if anything, the Matador felt that he himself should be the one saying it.

"There is no need to be sorry, Langa."

He gently sets Langa down on the soft grass outside, an arm+

+around the boy's back just in case he has trouble sitting up. He then places a cool bottle of water in the young man's hands.

"Drink this, alright? It should help."

The fresh air alone was almost enough to perk up the blue eyed skater, though he gratefully took the proffered bottle of water. Twisting off the cap and pressing the opening to his pale lips, he takes careful sips of the cool liquid.

Adam's shoulders sag in relief at seeing the+

+boy's complexion return to a more healthy color, perhaps Langa had been a touch dehydrated.

The taller man joins Langa in the grass, sitting a few inches away to leave the boy a little personal space as he continues to drink.

"...Was some of this brought on by my teasing?"

Adam immediately turns to attention when hearing the boy start coughing. Langa quickly raises a hand to stop the man from coming any closer as he catches his breath.

"Hah...I'm fine. Water just went down wrong. Uhm..."

To Adam, this all basically confirms his suspicions.

Perhaps... Perhaps the boy was simply tolerating the man's flirtatious behavior, and Adam had been imagining some sort of spark growing between the two. Had he unintentionally been making Langa uncomfortable this whole time? ...But then what was all that earlier when they were+

+dancing together on the track? His mind wasn't playing tricks on him when the boy took the initiative, right..?

Before the man's thoughts could spiral any further, Langa must have noticed the sudden mood change as he placed his right hand overtop the Matador's left one.

The sudden touch startles the older man, silently staring down at where the boy's hand rests over his own before dragging his gaze back up, meeting Langa's stare. Those blue eyes almost impossibly soft.

"I had been feeling kind of strange all day today...and I guess everything +

+that went on this evening got me overwhelmed."

Langa moves closer to the Matador, his smile turning bashful when lifting the man's hand up to properly hold it in his own.

"I don't mind the teasing. I...well...I like it actually."

Adam remains frozen in place, slack-jawed as he listens to the young man. Though he would unconsciously squeeze that smaller hand that had taken hold of his.

Feeling emboldened, Langa leans in closer, his thigh now resting against Adam's.

"And thanks for all the chocolate+

+and stuff you'd been mailing to me this past week. It was all really tasty..."

Adam's inhales sharply when the boy leans in closer, his cheeks burning a faint pink shade behind the winged domino mask. Mouth opening and closing as he struggles to get his brain to function properly, his other hand digging into the thick grass.

"Ah, so you found out I was+

+behind it all, have you...~?"

It was a miracle the man's voice came out as steady as it did despite how flustered he was becoming. The younger skater grins, almost in disbelief that he was having this kind of effect on the man.

"Mmhmm...Yeah, well, I couldn't think of anyone+

+besides you who'd send me such fancy stuff. Also those nice letters left no doubt."

Langa rests their joined hands on his folded lap, thumb idly stroking over the exposed skin.

"I keep reading the letters over and over..."