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Outwardly, Wei Wuxian is moaning and writhing enticingly for the cameras as Lan Wangji absolutely rails him from behind. Inwardly, however, Wei Wuxian is contemplating every major life decision that may have led him to this point. In fact, he's contemplating every minor life decision too.
For instance, did trying that new coffee shop three weeks ago somehow catalyze the events that resulted in his best friend's dick in his ass?
A cameraman moves into his field of vision. Ah. No, he concludes reasonably. It was most likely his decision to go into porn and convincing Lan Wangji to do the same that got him here.
His thoughts are interrupted when Lan Wangji brutally pulls out, flips him onto his back then plunges back in all in one smooth movement. Wei Wuxian automatically wraps his legs around his waist then arches his back with a cry. The new (and very, very good) angle makes it difficult to focus on anything else. But, he does this for a living. He’s got plenty of practice sinking into his thoughts while someone sinks into his hole. This time is no different.
It’s not that the sex is bad. No, the sex is actually extremely good, which is not something he can say about every film he makes. He wouldn’t expect anything less from Lan Wangji though, who’s just as renowned as Wei Wuxian is in the industry at this point.
Lan Wangji is attentive, considerate, stays on script, and, most importantly, has a monstrous cock that he knows how to use.
God, does he know how to use it, Wei Wuxian thinks as Lan Wangji nails his prostate once again and sends sparks of pleasure up his spine. Wei Wuxian barely even has to exaggerate his moans for the cameras.
So, no. The sex is not the issue.
The issue is, Wei Wuxian is completely, utterly and so, so foolishly in love with his best friend. Who, and he cannot emphasize this enough, currently has his dick in Wei Wuxian's ass. For work.
He would be over the moon if this were happening in the privacy of his apartment. No script, no obligation, just the two of them. Maybe they would’ve had dinner first, with wine for Wei Wuxian and tea for Lan Wangji. They could’ve even lit some candles. But he doesn’t have candles at home so pro-
“Ow!” A sharp pain in his neck shatters his daydream. It takes a minute to process, then he realizes: Lan Wangji just bit him. Hard too, judging by the way it’s throbbing. That was definitely not in the script.
“You’re distracted,” Lan Wangji growls in his ear, just low enough the mics won’t pick it up. A good thing because that is also not in the script and wwx really does not want to have to do multiple takes of this part.
“Focus.” Lan Wangji nips his ear this time then switches to slow, powerful thrusts. Wei Wuxian gasps loudly. In return, Lan Wangji leisurely drags his cock out, making Wei Wuxian feel every inch lighting up his nerve endings one by one, then pounds it back in as deep as he can. A whimper is wrenched from his throat as the thrust pushes him up the bed a little.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian babbles breathlessly. He tries to keep his voice low but he’s sure they’ll have to edit it out later. His hands scramble for purchase on the sheets as Lan Wangji fucks into him, hard and fast. “I’m her- ooooh god, yes, there!”
Now that he’s fully zoned back in it’s impossible to think about anything else. The sensations consume him in a way he has never experienced before. His entire world narrows down to Lan Wangji's low grunts in his ear and the sweet drag of the cock inside him.
“Look at me,” Lan Zhan demands, punctuated by a particularly forceful snap of his hips. How can Wei Ying do anything but comply? He meets Lan Zhan's eyes and his heart stutters at the care and tenderness he finds there. He can't help the whine that slips past his lips.
This is it. This is exactly how Wei Ying has wanted Lan Zhan to look at him since he realized how hopelessly in love with him he is. Wei Ying trembles with the force of the emotions slamming into him. His heart is pounding so hard it might just break through his rib cage and leap into the arms of the man it truly belongs to. Above all else though, he feels greedy. This is all he's ever wanted and yet, now that he has it, he wants more.
He surges up to catch Lan Zhan's lips in a messy kiss. He releases his death grip on the sheets in favor of throwing his arms around Lan Zhan's neck and holds on tight, like there's a black hole nearby and Lan Zhan is the only thing keeping him from being sucked in and torn to pieces. Lan Zhan responds enthusiastically. Their teeth knock together and they miss more often than not, but its perfect. It's raw and passionate and everything Wei Ying needs right now, a total contrast to the neat, detached kisses they shared at the start of the scene.
Lan Zhan’s thrusts become irregular, groans taking on an edge of desperation. He must be getting close. Wei Ying breaks off the kiss with a light nip, but stays close panting into his mouth. Lan Zhan takes the opportunity to blaze a trail bites and kisses along his throat instead; each new mark making Wei Ying's stomach swoop with joy.
Wei Ying wants to tease and urge him on so badly. It's a near physical struggle to abstain, sparing a half-hearted thought for the script. They are still working, he reminds himself. He can’t let himself go entirely. He tries not to think about that too deeply right now. Its future Wei Ying's problem.
Any thoughts of scripts and cameras are quickly forgotten again when Lan Zhan repositions himself so he can slip a hand between them to start frantically jerking Wei Ying’s neglected shaft. A familiar heat begins bubbling up in his stomach. He's not going to last long; each stroke is sending fireworks flashing behind his eyes and he can feel himself rapidly spiraling towards the edge, ready to take the plunge.
Distantly, he registers a litany of "please, there, harder-- harder Lan Wangji!"s falling from his own lips. He clings on tight and barely remembers to watch his nails in the haze of pleasure.
He cant believe he ever tried to dissociate from this. He has sex for a living, but it has never felt like this before. He feels so close to Lan Zhan, as though he’s somehow crawled inside him and made a home there.
Their eyes are still locked when Lan Zhan cums. Wei Ying gets to watch the way his eyes glaze over with pleasure then scrunch up while his cock starts pulsing deep inside him, filling him to the brim. It's the hottest, most intimate thing Wei Ying has ever experienced.
His own orgasm rips through him just a minute later, so intense its a wonder he doesn’t pass out. Lan Zhan drops down next to him, out of breath. He pulls Wei Ying close and presses a sweet kiss to the top of his head. Wei Ying can’t help the dopy grin that stretches across his face. He looks up at Lan Zhan to find him already watching, a placid smile of his own. The same care, tenderness and dare he say, love from earlier is still shining in his eyes. Wei Ying thought he couldn't get anymore beautiful, but somehow Lan Zhan has found a way to prove him wrong once again/
Wei Ying reaches up to stroke a thumb along his cheek. Lan Zhan turns slightly to press a kiss to the tip. Wei Ying might actually be glowing, so bright they could probably see it on the ISS; he has never been so hap –
“Cut!”
The directors call slices through him like a knife. The moment shatters and reality almost crushes him with its unwelcome weight. His head spins as their surroundings come rushing back to him. He looks around in a daze as the crew starts rushing around, preparing to review the take.
Oh. That’s right.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji calls softly. Wei Ying looks at him. They're still connected - Wei Ying's hand on Lan Zhan's face, laying in his arms, like it's somewhere he could ever truly belong- but he feels like a million miles away.
“Right,” he says hollowly. “I guess we’re done then, at least for now.”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian haltingly pulls his hand back and sits up, trying to collect his thoughts. He spares a moment to be grateful the roles they were playing were meant to be passionate lovers in an established relationship.
Roles, he thinks. The word breaks something inside him that he refuses to recognize right now. Next to him, he feels Lan Wangji shift to the edge of the bed, then stand a moment later. Right. The scene is over, he needs to get up now. Wei Wuxian slowly stands on shaky legs. An assistant rushes over with a robe that he slips into absentmindedly. He glances around the room, but he has no idea where Lan Wangji went.
It's probably best he doesnt see him right now anyway. Wei Wuxian doesn't think he could take seeing those eyes devoid of the tenderness and adoration he now knows they can hold, just not for him; not for real. He needs to get out of this room and away from prying eyes. Preferably five minutes ago. He rushes towards the showers with the flimsy excuse of cleaning up, even though he knows they may still need to redo some parts. The crew flashes him worried looks as he passes them without acknowledgement. He knows he’s acting weird, but he can’t bring himself to care right now.
All he can think about is Lan Wangji's hands on him, the affectionate way he’d gazed at him and the warmth he felt at having been intimately connected with the man he’s so in love with. The way he had gone cold when the director called the scene.
And he knows – he knows –, it was all just a job. It means nothing blah blah blah. But, with Lan Zhan’s cum dripping down his inner thighs as he walks, he can’t help but think that there’s no way things could ever be the same.
He gets to the shower room and slams the door behind him. He presses his back against it and fights down the burning in his eyes. He jams the heels of his hands into them with a frustrated groan. Crying isn’t going to fix anything, he reminds himself. Crying would be acknowledging there’s a problem – admitting that he was hurt by something he has no right to be hurt by. He knew what he was getting into, knew what it would mean to him and not mean to Lan Zhan.
He could have rejected the part, but working with Lan Zhan is a smart career move. They're both popular, joint films will bring in a lot of revenue for them both. After years of suppression, Wei Ying had thought he had a good enough grip on his feelings to handle a single shoot. How naive, Wei Ying thinks now. He thumps the back of his head against the door a few times. He needs to snap out of it. What happened happened. It was a job, just like any other job. Wei Ying needs to grow up and handle things like the professional he is.
With a new feeling of resolve, he pushes off the door. He’ll take a shower to wash off the evidence and then somehow reassemble the newly broken pieces of himself into something reminiscent of who he was before so he doesn't lose the most important person in his life.
***
He spots Lan Zhan on one of the couches along the wall when he re-enters the set. To anyone else he looks as calm and poised as ever, but Wei Ying has known him for years. He sees the tension in the line of his shoulders and the slight furrow of his brows. He sighs and starts making his way over. Now that he’s calmer, he’s realizing how his abrupt exit might have looked to Lan Zhan, who knows he is an avid post filming cuddler. Guilt lodges in his throat. He doesn’t regret taking a minute to himself, but he could have gone about it a better way.
When he reaches Lan Zhan he doesn’t say anything, just sits down and curls up against his side. It says something about his state of mind that he immediately hauls Wei Ying into his lap and buries his head in his shoulder. He holds him tight, as though he’s afraid Wei Ying will take off again if he doesn’t. Wei Ying sighs a little and wraps his arms around him.
“I’m sorry, Lan Zhan. I’m here now,” he murmurs softly.
“… mn”
They stay like that for a while, just breathing in each other’s scent and relishing the feeling of being close. For a moment, it feels like nothings changed. They’re still Lan Zhan and Wei Ying - unlikely best friends that love each other all the same. But all good things must come to an end.
“You were distracted today,” Lan Zhan begins, pulling back. Wei Ying winces. He knows they need to talk - it's the only way to preserve the friendship - but he had hoped to put it off a bit longer. Preferably forever. Lan Zhan hesitates for a moment before continuing. “Was my performance unsatisfactory?”
Wei Ying jumps in surprise. “What? Lan Zhan no, of course not, sweetheart!” He hurries to assure. How could Wei Ying let him think that? He feels like the biggest asshole in the world. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had and we’re pornstars Lan Zhan, you know that bar is not low.”
Lan Zhan lets out a relieved breath and nods. “Then why… ?”
“Its not you at all. I just had a lot on my mind today,” Wei Ying promises with a sigh.
Lan Zhan tilts his head quizzically.
“It’s just… I mean I -” Wei Ying breaks off into a frustrated noise. How does he put this? “Okay, it’s just, like, we’re best friends, you know? And even though we’re both in this line of work, we’ve never crossed that line before.”
Lan Zhan furrows his brow. He opens his mouth to say something, so Wei Ying hurries to continue. “I know it was just for work. I willingly agreed to it and I don’t regret it, it’s just…”
“Weird,” Lan Zhan finishes for him. Wei Ying nods gratefully. “I see.”
“Yeah..”
They’re quiet for a moment. An awkwardness that Wei Ying hasn't ever felt with Lan Zhan hangs heavy in the air. Wei Ying takes a deep breath and rests his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder, trying to break up some of the weird tension. Lan Zhan nuzzles the top of his head.
“I knew it was bound to happen at some point. We’re both pretty prominent these days and I know for a fact there are still fans that ship us from our streaming days.” Lan Zhan huffs in agreement. The force of it blows a few strands of hair into his face. Wei Ying chuckles softly as he pushes them back and then relaxes back against Lan Zhan as he recalls their pre-professional porn days.
Back when they started, just two college students trying to make some money, they both had camming accounts. As their popularity on the site grew over time, their chats started to grow out of control. This was pre-bot mod days, so they both needed someone to act as moderator. After two whole days of frantic searching turned up nothing reasonable, they figured - why not each other? Then, Wei Ying couldn’t help but interact with Lan Zhan, often chipping in with little comments and teases during Lan Zhan's streams and finding unique ways to draw him into the pre and post show conversations during his own. It only took two weeks for their fans to start actively shipping them, relentlessly begging them to do joint streams.
It was around then, reading thousands of comments calling out all his flirtatious behavior and besotted looks, that Wei Ying realized his feelings. In the beginning, He wouldn’t even consider obliging their fans' requests, not when his feelings were still so out of control. He almost refused the offer for this shoot too, but after so long in the industry and so many years of carefully suppressing his feelings, he really thought he could finally manage. How incredibly foolish that thought was.
“We will probably be asked to do more films together after this.” Lan Zhan’s voice pulls him back to the present. Wei Ying peers up to find his face carefully blank. “Is that something you would consider?”
Wei Ying hesitates. On one hand, there are many benefits of starring alongside Lan Zhan again, ranging all the way from money to possibly getting Lan Zhan to look at him the way he had earlier again. On the other hand, he doesn’t know if he could take only ever seeing that look during filming. Always wanting - hoping - for it to be real and yet knowing it never is.
He can’t say that to him though. He's trying to fix the weird vibe lingering between them - not make it even worse. He shifts off Lan Zhan's lap with a heavy sigh then maneuvers so they’re now sitting next to each other instead. Their sides are pressed together firmly, Wei Ying unwilling to give up contact completely, but needing some space to organize his thoughts. He's walking on thin ice here. One wrong word could see him plunging into a cold, bottomless void.
“I don’t know. Honestly, I’m not sure I could handle another one like this,” he admits, staring at their hands that are resting next to each other, but not touching. No immediate response comes. Wei Ying can’t bring himself to look at Lan Zhan, afraid of that penetrating gaze finding Wei Yings’s true meaning spelled out in the depths of his eyes.
“... I understand,” Lan Zhan finally says and clenches his hands around the fabric of his set provided robe. Wei Ying's forehead wrinkles in confusion. He snaps his head up to look at Lan Zhan, but he’s looking away, jaw set in a firm line. The tension in the air has somehow become even stronger. It crawls along Wei Ying's skin and leaves him feeling even more perplexed.
Lan Zhan doesn’t exactly look like someone who just realized his best friend is in love with him. Definitely not uncomfortable or like he's trying to think of nice ways to reject him. If anything, he looks like he’s the one that's about to be rejected.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying prods. He lays a hand across the tops of Lan Zhan’s fists and gives them a gentle squeeze. Lan Zhan glances down at them, but doesn’t say anything. Wei Ying can tell he’s trying to work up to something though, so he waits.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan's starts, slicing through the silence with clear undertones of determination and something else Wei Ying can't read.
“Earlier, after I told you to focus, you looked…” He trails off and looks away again. Wei Ying's heart lodges in his throat. It's like all the oxygen in the room has been sucked out through one of the numerous windows as he waits for Lan Zhan to continue.
“Yes?” he urges shakily. Lan Zhan takes a deep breath and forcibly relaxes his grip on the robe.
“Earlier, you did not look like you were playing a role. You looked like you meant it… Like it was real.” Lan Zhan turns to meet his eyes. “Was it?” he finishes.
Wei Ying’s breath catches as his heartbeat freezes in his chest and then takes off again like it's making up for lost time. He’s not sure if it's his hand shaking or Lan Zhan’s.
Wei Ying opens his mouth then closes it again, throat suddenly dry. Instinct tells him to laugh it off, blame it on the nature of the shoot and good acting, but something in Lan Zhan's face stops him. It almost feels like… like he wants it to be real.
It gives Wei Ying the push he needs. It might just be his imagination, but if theres even a chance Lan Zhan feels the same, he has to take it.
“Yes,” He admits, voice scarcely above a whisper. Not breaking eye contact, he flips Lan Zhan’s hand over so he can lace their fingers together. “Yes, Lan Zhan, how could it not be?”
Lan Zhan’s mouth falls open. He grasps Wei Ying’s hand tightly, like he’s afraid of letting go. His voice his filled with wonder when he says, “Wei Ying.”
Wei Ying is just close enough to hear the way his voice catches on the last syllable of his name. It feels like an honor.
“It was simultaneously the easiest and most difficult part I've ever played. Easy, because it wasn't a role at all, and hard because it was one.” A part of him still wants to stop here. He's already laid himself bare, ready for Lan Zhan to slice into, should he see fit. Surely that's enough. But, something in Lan Zhan's face makes him want to be brave, to go all in. He gives him a helpless grin and shrugs.
“I’ve loved you for so long Lan Zhan. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, how could I possibly look at you any other way?”
The words hang between them. Despite all his anxiety and doubt from just a few minutes ago, Wei Ying feels oddly at ease as he awaits his heart's fate. He supposes finally letting go of the weight you've been carrying for years will do that.
Lan Zhan watches him with wide, gleaming eyes, something akin to awe on his face. Trembling, he raises free hand to cup the side of Wei Ying’s face.
“Loved you for so long,” he parrots, stroking a thumb along his cheekbone. “Never wanted anyone but you.”
The tears Wei Ying has been holding back since the end of the shoot break through his guards with a choked sob. He can hardly believe what he’s hearing. If it weren’t for the tight grip Lan Zhan still has on his hand grounding him, he’d think he slipped in the shower and this was all some wild coma dream.
“Wei Ying, it was real for me too. I have wanted to be with you in every way possible for as long as I have known you. I never dreamed you would feel the same way.”
Wei Ying blinks his vision clear and finds Lan Zhan is not doing much better than him, obvious tear tracks falling around the curve of his smile. They're such a mess. Wei Ying wouldn't have it any other way. He laughs wetly.
“Yeah? I never thought you would either.”
Lan Zhan huffs a tiny laugh. He tips forward to press their foreheads together. “Silly. How could I not?”
“Silly is right! Of course I love you too.” Wei Ying beams at him. “We’re so stupid, Lan Zhan. Years of needless pining!”
Lan Zhan beams back at him, blinding in its subtlety. “Mn. Don’t worry, we will make up for lost time.”
Wei Ying’s smile turns wicked. He leans in close. “Oh? And how, exactly, do you suggest we do that?”
“I have a few ideas,” Lan Zhan murmurs. He tilts closer, lips now only scant centimeters away. Wei Ying trembles in anticipation. Finally, a kiss with no cameras pointed at them, no script, no obligation – just real, genuine love. He has never been so hap–
“Actors, please reconvene for scene review!”
They freeze. No. No. This is not happening again! Two times in one day - and this second time is even worse because it was a real moment for them. What does the universe have against Wei Ying today?! He groans loudly and drops his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder. Unbelievable. His headrest starts shaking suspiciously. No way, is Lan Zhan really...?
“Lan Zhan!!” He reels back and smacks his shoulder. “What’s so funny, huh? We waited so long for this moment, only to be so rudely interrupted!”
Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, just presses a kiss on Wei Ying’s forehead between chuckles. Wei Ying grumbles half heartedly, but he can’t stay annoyed in the face of such joy radiating from his friend – wait, boyfriend? Passionate illicit Lover? They still have so much to talk about, so many things to try. Wei Ying can't wait.
They reluctantly make their way to the director. As expected, some parts, especially towards the end, will need to be edited out, but not enough to require a retake. Overall, the crew did an excellent job with the lighting and set design – all natural tones and lighting. It’s a beautiful and properly arousing film. Wei Ying doesn’t usually get turned on watching the raw footage of his work, where the main focus is criticism. But, seeing himself entwined with Lan Zhan - especially towards the end of the take when the passion is nearly tangible - is doing things to him.
A quick glance at Lan Zhan – specifically at Lan Zhan’s lower regions – shows he's not the only one. He spares a moment to be grateful they’re in the porn industry – no one will look at them weird for having raging hard-ons while rewatching their work. He tries to not to rush the proceedings too much, but he really needs to be on a horizontal surface with Lan Zhan right now, preferably alone, but its not a requirement.
Finally, they wrap things up and call it a day with the director's promise that they'll be sent a copy before the film is posted. With little preamble Wei Ying grabs Lan Zhan's arm and starts pulling him towards the dressing room. Well, pulling is maybe the wrong word given Lan Zhan is offering no resistance. In fact, he might be walking even faster than Wei Ying is now.
“Wait!” The director calls. Wei Ying pauses and whirls around. He must be doing something terrifying with his face because the director shrinks back. Even still, they press on. “We have some new productions in the works you two would be perfect for. Would you consider working together again?”
Lan Zhan and Wei Ying look at each other. Wei Ying grins. Without looking away, he answers.
“Absolutely.”
Lan Zhan nods once with a fond smile. “Mn.”