She’s reaching for him again, and Lan Zhan’s mind goes blank. The only thing he can think of as he desperately searches for a polite way to get the hell out of this situation is Jiang Cheng’s self-satisfied voice saying yeah, but it worked.
He opens his mouth, then suddenly remembers Wei Ying’s a boyfriend would have been more effective.
“I have a boyfriend,” Lan Zhan blurts out, and feels himself flushing red.
The woman looks at him, then takes a step back. “Always the pretty ones. Pity.”
This fic makes my heart smile. Not only is idiots-accidentally-dating one of my favourite tropes (especially for this pair), but I adore all the cute little details. I mean, Wei Ying’y email is yiling.pizza! 😀
“He already notices me,” Phukong pointed out and ignored the little guilty thrill at that. “Just not in the right light.”
“You get up the tree, fall out of it and then he’ll come running,” Man said and Phukong stared at him in disbelief. How did he get a steady relationship with someone else? “Ah, Phukong. The damsel in distress routine works every time.”
“But I’m not a damsel!” That didn’t encompass half of Phukong’s objections. “And he’s not going to think anything but what a klutz I am. And what happens if I break something important? Or anything?” He regarded all the bones in his body as important.
To say it’s been a long day would be an understatement. Between the performances and the interview portions and the endless stream of fans, Zee is exhausted. He can feel the ache set in, his back one tense line of pain that he can’t shake free of. It drives home the fact he’s getting older, that his youth is slowly but surely sifting through his fingers until all he’s left with is the memory of having more energy. A memory that feels distant, his tiredness a shroud that falls over him, clinging tightly even as he tries to focus his attention on Saint.
There is never going to be a confession of the secrets Lan Xichen has kept for so long, of things that were never going to be possible. Now, there is Wei Ying, to remind him.
Lan Xichen pushes himself so hard to like Wei Ying, to pour his own wish for his brother’s happiness into the relationship, that it comes as a surprise when he finds that he genuinely does. Wei Ying is enthusiastic about so many things, and is able to tease Lan Wangji. He pouts when Lan Wangji insists on some arbitrary rule. He is warm to Lan Xichen, always inviting him to talk and listening attentively. He’s free with smiles and touches, and he is handsome.
And Lan Xichen can hear it through the walls of their adjoining bedrooms when Lan Wangji and Wei Ying are fucking.
I have a not-so-secret weakness for this particular threesome – rather unusual for my OTP-loving heart, but then, who could begrudge Lan Xichen happiness? This modern AU has the perfect combination of emotion and sizzling hot sex.
Most days, that’s what they do: hold hands as they walk, get lost in kisses when they are resting, and whenever they spend a night indoors, lie together in the same bed, gently exploring each other’s bodies with lips and careful fingers.
Sometimes, he’d kiss his way down Wei Ying’s chest and take him into his mouth to hear him moan and babble and laugh. Wei Ying always laughs: not to mock but to hide his embarrassment, because he’s not nearly as shameless as he paints himself to be. And this, the unexpected shyness of him, is what makes Lan Wangji’s own feelings all the more indecent, because sometimes – oftentimes – the sweetness they share is not enough.
Yutong had been hungry, before — had been looking forwards to sharing the dinner he’s brought, carefully picked up from one of Zhan Yao’s favourite places — but it’s a different kind of hunger that rolls through him now, a different kind of wanting that heats his belly as he watches Zhan Yao lick at his finger and turn another page. He has his glasses on, and Yutong had almost forgotten how good he looks in them, hasn’t seen them in so long, and between them and the curl of his tongue on his fingertip, he—
He strides over and places the take-away carefully on the table. Zhan Yao turns to him, startled, and only just manages to settle the book back in amongst its comrades on the shelf before Yutong is kissing him, long and deep.