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“Absolutely fucking not!”
Wen Qing is glaring at Wei Wuxian, hip cocked, her voice sternly conveying: that-is-soooo-not-going-to-happen-wei-wu-fucking-xian.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that! It’s not that big a deal, and this is the perfect opportunity to go!” Wei Wuxian pleads, hiding a smile, only trying to sound a little smug.
Wen Qing rolls her eyes and returns to flitting about the kitchen of their dorm apartment, wiping down the counters, putting chip bags into cupboards, tossing rogue spoons into the sink to be washed.
Wei Wuxian is sprawled out on the couch in the little living space opposite the kitchen — head resting on his arm, leaning against the back of the couch. He’s got one leg on the ground, the other drooped over the armrest in his signature “fully spread eagle stance.” His other arm is dangling off the edge of the seat cushion. He is truly taking up as much space as humanly possible on their shitty university provided furniture.
“I’m not letting you take my BABY brother to a strip club Wei Wuxian!” She shoots back at him, accompanied by her signature “I could kill you with only my eyes if I really wanted to” look.
“Oh no! Not courtesy named!” Wei Wuxian feigns distress, bringing a hand dramatically to clutch his chest, “Mom must be really mad.” He doesn’t try to suppress his smirk this time, letting it take up his entire face. Wen Qing says nothing.
“It’s a right of passage, a-Qing! Every man needs to be taken to one by a respected elder, in this case, me,” Wei Wuxian pauses for a moment to give her a dazzling smile worthy of a spotlight, earning him another eye roll. “Otherwise, he will miss a very important growth milestone! This could negatively affect him in ways we can’t even conceive of yet! Do you want that on your shoulders! I know I don't!” Okay, so, he can hear himself getting carried away. He has a tendency to do that. He collects himself: coughs, giggles, and meets Wen Qing’s eyes again, turning his smile innocent.
Wen Qing is not impressed.
She has completely stopped her clean-up bustle, giving her full energy to boring into Wei Wuxian’s soul with those big, dark eyes. Has she ever blinked? Wei Wuxian isn't actually sure he’d ever seen the woman close her eyelids.
Wei Wuxian decides to change tactics. He knows when he’s losing a battle, but is not one to give up so easily. He will be so annoying until he gets what he wants, or figures out a way to do whatever it is in secret.
“Awwww come on, a-Qing, sweet, beautiful, talented, magical a-Qing. My very best friend, a-Qing. I really wannaaaaa,” he whines and makes his eyes go big and glossy, pouting his lower lip out and making it shake like a cartoon character.
Wen Qing is still not impressed.
She also still hasn’t blinked, he’s pretty sure. Her intense-ass stare does not falter for even a moment. It’s terrifying. Wei Wuxian loves her intense ass so much.
“Didn’t take you for such a ‘i’m a man so I have rights of passages mere women couldn’t understand’ type,” she narrows her eyes as she speaks. Wei Wuxian has to hold back a smile — well played, well played.
“Aiyah, you know it’s not like that,” deepening his pout, “You know I haven’t been to one either, and you’re invited! This isn’t like a men being men thing. None of us are straight, we just want to blow our entire weeks worth of a paycheck at beautiful, talented dancers and get absolutely waste-,” he coughs, “pleasantly buzzed… but in a like, responsible, not even that much fun kind of way.”
Wen Qing purses her lips in disapproval, but Wei Wuxian can tell she’s fighting to keep the corners of her mouth from twitching up and starting to laugh at him.
He knows that if it didn’t involve her little brother, she would be much more amenable to this plan. It may not be obvious to an outsider, but those close to both of them know that Wen Qing in many ways, can be just as chaotic, if not more, as Wei Wuxian is himself. The two of them have gotten themselves into many-a-compromising situations together in the time they’ve known each other. But when it comes to her younger brother, she’s markedly overprotective. Though at this particular juncture Wei Wuxian finds it very annoying as it is interfering with his plans, he really relates to the sentiment.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep exhale.
“A-Ning is only going to be here for two nights. I’m not going to let you, Jiang Cheng, and Nie Huaisang take him out with a fake ID that I don’t even want to know from where, and party all night so that he’s dead to the world for the rest of his trip. You know he’s starting his first term here in the fall, and he’s coming to look at the campus -“
“AND to celebrate his eighteenth birthday,” Wei Wuxian interjects, helpfully.
Wen Qing lets out an exasperated huff, “I said no , Wei Ying.”
With that she turns around to face the sink and begins washing dishes, signaling that the discussion has now come to a close.
Wei Wuxian clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth – his very compelling retort, making his disapproval clearly known, before he slumps even further into the couch and flips on the television.
——-
“Obviously we’re still going,” Wei Wuxian reassures, rolling his eyes, exasperated that there was any doubt in his plans.
He, Nie Huaisang, and Jiang Cheng are sitting around a table in the library, having set up camp for the afternoon in an effort to get as much school work out of the way as possible before the weekend.
Nie Huaisang chews his lower lip, unconvinced. “I don’t know dude, Wen Qing is scary as fuck, and like, nothing gets passed her. I swear, she’s got eyes everywhere ,” he emphasizes the last word by dramatically looking wide-eyed all around the library, and startling up at the ceiling as if he sees Wen Qing up there watching them.
“Don’t be such a worry wart Huaisang. She’ll never know! She has to be at the hospital on the Friday night a-Ning arrives — her professor wouldn’t let her miss any of her clinical hours, and she couldn’t find anyone to switch shifts with. She’ll be stuck at the hospital from 8:00 P.M. until like, 4:00 A.M. or something ridiculous like that. Prime strip club hours,” Wei Wuxian punctuates “prime” with a wink in Nie Huaisang’s direction, leaning over to sprawl his gangly arms across the table, batting his eyelashes. Huaisang scoffs, but he seems to relax.
“This is the dumbest idea ever,” Jiang Cheng interrupts. He’s got his arms crossed tight across his chest, his shoulders held so tight they’re about to touch his ears, and he has the pout of all pouts scrunched onto his face. He looks just like he did between ages 5 and 7 — a two year period right after Wei Wuxian was adopted where Jiang Cheng was literally never not angry. Wei Wuxian swears that even in his sleep he had a little five year old wrinkled forehead. “The grumpy era,” the first of many, as Wei Wuxian refers to it (affectionately).
Wei Wuxian turns his entire body away from Huaisang and towards his brother, letting his mischievous smile take up his entire face.
“You always say that,” Wei Wuxian is using the playful voice that has a 100% success rate of annoying the fuck out of Jiang Cheng. “And what, may I ask, dear brother, is unsatisfactory about my most brilliant plan?”
Jiang Cheng looks away from Wei Wuxian and huffs so aggressively that the strands of hair that have fallen out of his bun onto his forehead shoot up violently, before slowly floating back down. He stares back at Wei Wuxian with incredulous eyes, but says nothing, just begins to sputter “pff, pfff, pfffff,” over and over again. Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows.
“You know it’s not about that,” Huaisang interrupts, “A-Cheng just doesn’t want to go against his love, his light, his reason for getting up every morning, the most honorable and lovely Lady Wen,” he says. They both snicker at Jiang Cheng, who is turning a lovely shade of angry purple and clenching his jaw so tight the muscles are flexing visibly.
Before Jiang Cheng can rebut, or (more likely) Wei Wuxian can pile on, Wei Wuxian’s eyes are pulled up to the front of the library. The doors open and someone walks in.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian yells across the university library. He stands up abruptly, frantically waving his arm, his voice slicing through the almost completely silent library, earning him many glares from stressed out students, and a librarian — whom he has an on-going feud with — who points a warning finger at him from behind her desk.
The man who had walked through the door stops in his tracks, eyes widening for a moment as they land on Wei Wuxian, before he quickly looks down, tucks a strand of hair behind a reddening ear, and walks towards the private cubicles with no acknowledgement of Wei Wuxian’s little outburst.
This was pretty par for the course, when it came to Wei Wuxian trying to get Lan Wangji’s attention, which he has to admit happens a lot. It’s not Wei Wuxian’s fault that the most beautiful first cellist this university has ever seen ignores him! It’s really not!
Wei Wuxian slows his hand, looks around at the many eyes fixed on him, chuckles quietly, and mouths to everyone “hard of hearing, that one,” as he points to his ear and nods sympathetically. He then hastily takes a seat, and pointedly does not make eye contact with Jiang Cheng or Nie Huaisang – who very rudely has switched teams and is now snickering with Jiang Cheng. Wei Wuxian clears his throat and goes back to looking at his very interesting homework.
The thing is, everyone likes Wei Wuxian (sans Jiang Cheng). Not in a like conceited way (Wei Wuxian’s own words), but it really is true, everyone likes Wei Wuxian! He is this schools resident “alway’s having a good time” adorable bisexual (again, his own words). It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it. It’s true he often gets asked on dates, he gets invited to parties, people want him in their study groups, to swipe him into the dining hall, the whole shebang. Everyone except Lan Wangji.
The dude seems to major in “not reacting to anything Wei Wuxian does,” which is a real bummer, as Wei Wuxian has elected to take an honors course in “get a reaction from Lan Wangji.”
Lan Wangji doesn’t like, hate Wei Wuxian or anything, the man is just an enigma who seemingly can’t be bothered. Always has been. They went to the same fancy private college preparatory school with Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang the last two years of high school.
Lan Wangji was cute as heck, even back then. He wore his uniform perfectly pressed every day, never taking off the dorky sweater vest or even **god forbid** undoing the top button of the blue collared shirts. He never slouched, he never goofed off, he was an immaculate student, a total nerd. He created a hall monitor role at the school, and then fulfilled the role himself for the full two years.
Wei Wuxian would’ve gladly ignored him if he was just a regular old stuffed up swot, but, well, he was hot as fuck. Wei Wuxian has trouble leaving hot people alone. Again, totally not his fault.
Not only is he a total hunk, but Lan Wangji has always had this weirdly intriguing intensity about him. He always sits perfectly upright, never has a hair out of place. He never uses pause fillers, always speaking as if he is reading off of a perfectly memorized script. He seems to never make mistakes, everything calculated and intentional. It makes Wei Wuxian want to fuck with him sooooo bad.
Their first year at the academy was like warfare, but like, fun and flirty warfare, at least from Wei Wuxian’s perspective. Wei Wuxian would throw balled up notes at him during class that said things like: “whatchya doooin,” “you look so sexy in our school uniform sweater vest,” “do you ever think about what happens when we die,” “do you wanna hangout later,” and, “are you mad at me.”
One time he spent an entire two hour algebra class drawing Lan Wangji sitting at his desk, but thanks to Wei Wuxian’s vibrant imagination, Lan Wangji was completely naked, and thanks to Wei Wuxian’s artistic skills, very detailed. When he threw it onto Lan Wangji’s desk, he shot to his feet, his body somehow even more rigid than when he was sitting, turned, and glared at Wei Wuxian. It was the scariest and most erotic moment of teen Wei Wuxian’s life.
However, Lan Wangji then tore up Wei Wuxian’s incredible artwork that he worked SO hard on right there in front of the entire class and God, not once breaking eye contact with Wei Wuxian.
They both got detention for disrupting class. Wei Wuxian did feel a little bad about getting Lan Wangji in trouble, but like, who knew he was such a drama queen?
The back and forth went on like that for almost an entire year. By spring semester, Wei Wuxian really should’ve gotten the picture that he was torturing the poor repressed beautiful stick in the mud, but he couldn’t stop himself. Something kept spurring him on even though it was abundantly clear to everyone and their mother that Lan Wangji wanted nothing to do with Wei Wuxian.
Except for that one day in late May; final exams were coming up quick, it was hot as hell, and everyone was on edge. It was the middle of their U.S. history class, and fuck U.S. history.
Wei Wuxian had barely been sleeping. He himself was keeping up okay with the class rigor, but Jiang Cheng was having grade-induced panic attacks nightly, and Wei Wuxian hated seeing him like that — if not only because he got annoying as fuck when he was stressed — so Wei Wuxian would help him study, and then start his own work once his brother staved off to bed.
Suffice to say, Wei Wuxian was already not in a great mood that humid Thursday, being lectured on the Transcontinental Railroad. But it was one of their last actual class days, the final review session class where if you take good enough notes, you’ll have a pretty good idea of what will be on the exam.
There was a knock on the classroom door and a school admin asked to borrow their teacher for a moment, both of them stepping outside the room.
It wasn’t even one moment later before Wei Wuxian noticed that the dickhead of all dickheads Wen Chao was leaning over the side of his desk, reaching into the trash can, and throwing pieces of garbage at a scrawny kid sitting kiddie corner from him — Wei Wuxian was pretty sure his name was Mo Xuanyu, a mid year transfer student.
If Wei Wuxian remembers correctly, on Mo Xuanyu’s first day at the academy, he showed up in a full face of makeup — it looked professionally done. He had a skillful ombre eyeshadow situation that looked like the sunset, oranges and pinks layered beautifully under perfect winged eyeliner.
Wen Chao was one of those homophobes that seemed more obsessed with queer people than actual queer people. Wei Wuxian hadn’t seen anything himself, but he heard that by the end of his first day, Mo Xuanyu had been pretty roughed up by him in the locker room, and all the stuff from his locker was either destroyed or missing.
He had come to school a few more times sporadically over his first few weeks wearing makeup, but Wei Wuxian didn’t think those days went particularly well for him. It wasn’t long before Wei Wuxian only saw him plain faced, head down.
Wen Chao was laughing like a fucking cartoon villain as he continued to lob garbage at a flinching Mo Xuanyu, egged on by his cartoon villain girlfriend, Wang Lingjiao.
Jesus, this fucker was relentless.
“Hey hey, dude, leave him alone, come on,” Wei Wuxian stood to face Wen Chao’s desk.
Wen Chao turned his contorted evil little smile at Wei Wuxian in what seemed like slow motion, Wang Lingjiao hanging off of him, staring annoying little daggers into Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, but stayed standing. After a moment of charged eye contact, Wen Chao broke it, scoffed, and started tickling his now shrieking girlfriend. Wei Wuxian sighed and turned around, thinking it was done. He was wrong.
He felt cold wet hit the center of his back, thick liquid seeping into his uniform, heard the plastic rattle on the ground, and turned to see an empty boba tea to-go cup hit the ground at his feet. Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao erupted into a duet of cackles.
“What the hell!” Wei Wuxian turned to their ugly faces. They didn’t stop laughing.
“Oops,” Wen Chao said sarcastically, making Wang Lingjiao screech with joy.
Wei Wuxian steeled himself. He’s not worth it. He’s not worth it.
He turned around, ignored the sticky dripping down his back and walked up to Mo Xuanyu, who hadn’t moved.
“Hey man, you okay?” He asked. The kid looked up at him — he looked gaunt, underfed, scared. Wei Wuxian gave him a smile, and Mo Xuanyu’s shoulders relaxed a bit. His eyes looked grateful.
But before either of them could say anything more, Wen Chao started in, “Should’ve figured! Birds of a feather!” Both Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu turned to look him. Wen Chao was tapping his chin as if in deep contemplation, “But what I’d like to know…” the awful boy stood up and started walking around, making a show of himself for the entire classroom, “What I’d like to know is… Which is it, Wei Ying,” he hit his familial name as an insult, derogatory. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, as if his own name could rile him up.
“Which is it? Is it because you’re both rejected orphans or because you’re both faggo-“ he was cut off by Jiang Cheng abruptly standing up, face screwed up in rage.
“Watch it you fu-“ Jiang Cheng started to move towards Wen Chao with all the wrath of a God, this wasn’t going to end well. Mo Xuanyu hid his head under his hands on his desk, and Wei Wuxian heard the classroom door click open just as Jiang Cheng was getting into swinging distance of Wen Chao.
Wei Wuxian decked Wen Chao in the mouth.
Nobody moved. Well, except Wen Chao, who yelled out in pain as if Wei Wuxian had flayed him alive or something.
“ Wei Wuxian,” their teacher hissed. Wei Wuxian turned and gave her a small apologetic half-grin.
“Get out of my classroom at once. You will not receive credit for this lesson. Expect a call to your parents,” their teacher’s tight voice echoed in the silent classroom.
Behind him, he heard Wen Chao snicker at the word “parents,” before immediately switching back to his dramatic whimpers. Jiang Cheng turned with question marks in his eyes to Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian gave him a quick but sharp nod. He quickly picked up his things and left the classroom.
Just as he was passing through the door, he paused, hearing the teacher say, “I expect you back here at the end of class to clean up this mess you made,” referring to the garbage and milk tea on the floor.
Wei Wuxian said nothing, minutely nodded, and left.
—
He heard the bell ring signaling the end of class from the front lawn. It was lunch now. He was lying on his stomach, lest he squelch the milk tea sticking to his back, face down in the cool ground while the sun beat down on him. He didn’t know why he came out here instead of going to a washroom and trying to remedy the spillage on his back.
But when he left the classroom his legs simply marched him outside to lie face down in the dirt. He started crying, and then got frustrated for crying. He heard that shit all the time, and usually it was worse! The heat, the pressure, the lack of sleep, it was all getting to him. High school fucking sucks.
He was calming down by the time he feels the hot rays disappear above him, a figure eclipsing the sun. He turns his head to the side and is met by two perfectly polished oxfords.
When Wei Wuxian looks up to see who is attached to the shoes, he almost chokes. He shoots his body up immediately —
“Ah, hi Lan Zhan, uh, Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian says, suddenly at a loss for words, which rarely happens. But Lan Wangji just stands there, right arm trained behind his back, looking down at him, expression unreadable.
Wei Wuxian pulls his legs into a criss cross and squints up at him. Wow, he is so tall, back lit by the sun like some sort of superhero.
“Uh. What’s up,” Wei Wuxian tries.
Lan Wangji looks like he has no intention of moving. Was this like, his spot? Wei Wuxian is sitting in the middle of the huge empty lawn in front of the school, there is lots of open space around them….
“Am I in your spot?” Wei Wuxian says, and then hears how fucking stupid that sounds.
Lan Wangji looks down at him, Wei Wuxian has to squint to make out his face, did something in Lan Wangji’s expression just change? Wei Wuxian’s vision is too blurred by the sun to tell for sure. He panics for a moment when he realizes Lan Wangji can probably tell that he was crying, and he quickly turns his head and wipes his face with the back of his hands.
Lan Wangji clears his throat and thrusts a shirt at Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian looks at it, it’s a crisp, perfectly pressed button down with their school’s emblem on it.
“Uh,” Wei Wuxian says, hoping that would lead to an explanation.
“It’s… for you,” Lan Wangji tells him slowly, as if that clears it all up.
“For me?” Wei Wuxian asks, to clarify. Lan Wangji tips his head down slightly. Ah, okay, glad we’re on the same page then Wei Wuxian thinks.
The shirt wasn’t moving from directly in front of his face, so Wei Wuxian takes it.
“Um, thank you. You didn’t have to- '' but before he could finish, Lan Wangji pulls out a notebook. Was there like a secret Mary Poppins bag behind the dude’s back?
“Ha. Okay. And this?” Wei Wuxian asks, wondering what the hell was going on.
“Also for you,” Lan Wangji says.
Right then. Nothing to do but take it, Wei Wuxian supposes.
“And what, uh, what is this?” Wei Wuxian asks, feeling kind of silly for needing to ask.
“Spare notebook. My notes from the rest of class,” Lan Wangji tells him, like he gives Wei Wuxian his class notes on the regular.
“W-why -“ Wei Wuxian starts, he feels a little dizzy, not unconvinced he’s in some sort of Twilight Zone.
Why was Lan Wangji giving him a spare shirt and review session notes from the class he just made a scene in and got kicked out of? He takes the notebook anyway. He opens it to at least ten pages, front and back, of notes in the most perfect handwriting he has ever seen.
“You took double notes? You were able to copy all of this down twice in handwriting that looks like this while still paying attention in class?”
Lan Wangji nods, slowly.
“To give to… me?” Wei Wuxian feels hot again, as if Lan Wangji wasn’t blocking the sun anymore.
“It was not fair,” Lan Wangji says abruptly. He meets Wei Wuxian’s eyes, “You acted kindly and were punished. Other’s acted poorly, and were not. That is not fair,” he says it like he’s talking to a four year old, like he’s not sure why he has to explain this to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian has literally no idea what to say. Luckily, Lan Wangji is apparently not looking for a reply.
“Change your shirt. A clean uniform is part of the student code of conduct,” Lan Wangji tells him. Wei Wuxian feels his mouth drop open a little. Lan Wangji’s eyes track the movement of his bottom lip, and then, he turns around and swiftly walks back to the main entrance of the school.
Once Wei Wuxian has on a clean shirt and Lan Wangji’s notebook tucked away in his bag, he returns to his U.S History classroom. But when he gets there, there is no more garbage on the floor. The boba mess had been cleaned.
—
Wei Wuxian returns the notebook and the shirt to Lan Wangji after class the next day. He had dutifully copied down all the notes Lan Wangji copied for him in his own notebook, and had washed the shirt he gave him. He was honestly glad for the excuse to hide in the basement where the laundry was. Madam Yu was pissed beyond belief to get the call home that Wei Wuxian “attacked” a student “unprovoked,” and then proceeded to “vandalize” school property.
“Sorry, I, uh, I don’t know how to fold,” Wei Wuxian tells Lan Wangji in the hallway outside their U.S History classroom, falling into step with him as the class all departs for lunch. He holds out the ball of dress shirt, the clean ball of dress shirt.
Lan Wangji does not move his head as he gives the shirt, or maybe Wei Wuxian, a side eyed glance. For a moment, Wei Wuxian thinks he’s mad, but Lan Wangji just takes the shirt and quickly rearranges it into a department store ranking fold (literally while they are walking) and holds it in one arm.
“..Oooookay then,” Wei Wuxian starts, and then rummages in his backpack for the notebook to give back. He quickly shoves it into Lan Wangji’s arms, muttering, “thanks again,” and then books it down the hallway to jump on Jiang Cheng’s back.
When Lan Wangji opens the notebook, there is a message scribbled on the inside cover.
Lan Zhan, thank you. Let me buy you a coffee tea as a thanks. Please?
Meet me in the student center after last period today.
- Wei Ying
And then a phone number underneath the signature.
—
Lan Wangji meets Wei Wuxian after last period that day.
—
Wei Wuxian had thought that Lan Wangji showing up at the student center meant that a seal had broken between them. And maybe it had, this was the first time Lan Wangji had every agreed to something Wei Wuxian had asked of him; however, Lan Wangji apparently had many seals, some made of titanium.
Yes, Lan Wangji did show up to the student center and let Wei Wuxian buy him a tea; however, when Wei Wuxian went to sit down at one of the tables with him, he gave Wei Wuxian a curt nod and tight lipped, “This was unnecessary,” and then walked away.
—
Back at the library table, Jiang Cheng is recounting yet another story in which Lan Wangji had ignored Wei Wuxian.
“— and then, hahaha,” he had to catch his breath amidst his laughing fit, “and then he walked halfway across campus, plastered , dressed as a playboy bunny —“
“The mixer theme was pets! My costume was very creative! And hot!” Wei Wuxian cuts in, trying to gather bits of his dignity as they fall out of the embarrassing stories Jiang Cheng is recounting. Which is very unnecessary, he might add, since Huaisang was there for literally all of these stories.
“Whatever,” Jiang Cheng scoffs, chest heaving with glee. “He walked all the way to Lan Wangji’s residence hall, banged on his door at two o’clock in the morning, and when Lan Wangji finally opened the door, pissed as HELL I’m sure, Wei Ying was like… was like… ah fuck dude what did you say to him?!” Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang were looking at Wei Wuxian with such edged anticipation.
Resigned to his humiliating existence, Wei Wuxian slumped a little and covered his face with his hands as he grumbled, “So, I hear you like bunnies...”
Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang erupted into a cacophony of cackles and thrown about limbs, earning them a warning glare from the librarian. They quickly quieted but were both red in the face trying to contain their laughter.
“He had bunnies as pets in high school!” Wei Wuxian squeals in protest.
—
The plan was all set.
Wen Ning would arrive at precisely 1400 hours on Friday, they would fraternize with the enemy (okay maybe not enemy … his sister, whatever), get a lay of the land (do a campus tour), retreat back to head quarters (Wei Wuxian’s and Wen Qing’s campus apartment) for recon and nourishment (chats over take out), the interloper (Wen Qing) would leave, falling for their clever ploy (going to her scheduled work shift that is not in anyway in Wei Wuxian’s control), and then, and then it would be go time.
Wei Wuxian thinks that if he actually ends up on academic probation enough times to warrant his dismissal from University, he would be okay… He could probably make it as a rogue spy for some underground anti-government movement or something. It’s always good to know your options.
The place he chose was diligently researched, far more diligently than his history term paper that he still managed to get an 90/100 on, much to Jiang Cheng’s rage, as he had spent multiple sleepless nights in the library writing his own, and had received an 89/100.
The place was called “Blue’s Cabaret,” and not only is it a long-standing traditional strip club, but it has a back showroom that holds rotating performances.
While browsing through the website, Wei Wuxian found the back room holds a “guy’s night” every Monday, which he was a little sad to be missing as there was promise of big buff male dancers performing synchronized strip teases on stage. Ah well, another night.
There is also a night for “girls who like girls,” a “non-binary, there’s something for everyone” night, and a night for those more inclined for a BDSM performance called “Siege of the Burial Mounds,” starring a twink who’s stage name is “Xue Yang,” and who apparently likes to be tied up (Wei Wuxian did mark that second Thursday of every month in his calendar, but that’s between him and God).
The performance in the back cabaret show room the night they would be going to the club didn’t have any flashy photos attached to the event, but it does occur every Friday night. The advertisement is just a stock photo of a blue jewel, a sapphire maybe, with the title, “Jade’s Dance” — kinda boring if you were to ask Wei Wuxian, but whatever, they’ll check it out and if it’s boring they’ll just go back to the main room.
Thoroughly pleased with himself for finding a strip club that seems at least on the surface queer conducive, Wei Wuxian closes his laptop, and proceeds unto the next task at hand. He really is quite diligent when it comes to the important things.
He had hidden his last paycheck (from himself) somewhere in his room and his next mission would be to find said paycheck so he could cash it and be ready to blow $500 on Wen Ning’s first strip club night. After all, it is not only gauche, but incredibly rude to go to a strip club not intending to pay the dancers as they deserve.
—
As excited for Friday as he was, Wei Wuxian could not despair waking up to it only being Thursday. He loved Thursdays. Thursday’s always held the potential for butterflies and mischief.
On Thursday mornings Wei Wuxian has his International Humanitarian Law seminar with Lan Wangji. Well not with Lan Wangji as in they sit by each other, or talk, or that Lan Wangji interacts with him at all, but you know, he is also there, in the classroom.
And it’s not for want of trying, Wei Wuxian might add. Wei Wuxian takes his role of “self insert into Lan Wangji’s space” very seriously. He really can’t help it, trying to get a rise out of someone so stiff and perfect seems to be written into his DNA.
On the first day of class Wei Wuxian walked in and saw Lan Wangji sitting at a desk front and center. He made a bee-line for him, taking the seat next to him and asking, “What’s a guy like you doin’ in a place like this?” Whilst batting his eyelashes at him.
Lan Wangji did not look up from his notes.
“Class,” he said. Then when the professor arrived, asked if they could have assigned seats.
No matter, no matter, Wei Wuxian was a crafty man. He would wait for Lan Wangji after class and walk with him to his favorite tree out in the quad, where he would eat his packed lunch and resolutely ignore Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian likes the class. He likes that he can stir up a real ruckus in it. He points out inconsistencies in international treaties, argues with other students about hypocritical laws, talks shit about the inefficacy of the United Nations, and never relents on how disturbing the inadequate protections from the Geneva Convention’s are.
He quickly became impressed at Lan Wangji’s participation in the class as well, if not also very surprised. Wei Wuxian really thought that Lan Wangji would be out here defending the international laws, only taking issue when they were broken, but he has surprisingly radical views.
He even spares no leniency for the United Nations, and Wei Wuxian knows for a fact that he’s got family that work in the UN.
“Good morning class, Happy Thursday,” Professor Xiao says, bustling into the room.
Their professor, Xiao Xingchen, is way hotter than any professor needs to be, in Wei Wuxian’s opinion. Not that he’s complaining really, though it does get distracting. Wei Wuxian has to really concentrate on calling him professor, and not like, daddy.
“Today I will be partnering you all up for our midterm projects. As you’ll recall, the pair of you will be assigned a treaty or some kind of international agreement for which you are to produce a ten page paper on its history. You will also be given a hypothetical scenario that would enact the treaty and you must decide if the governments in question acted in accordance with the treaty, and then defend your position,” Professor Xiao paces elegantly at the top of the classroom as he speaks, before returning to behind his podium and retrieving his laptop.
“Ah, here we go. I will announce the pairs and then we will dive into today’s lesson. Sound good?” Professor Xiao claps his hands together lightly and spares a brief glance at the class. A few heads nod.
Wei Wuxian had almost finished his first sketch of the day — a cute little bunny yielding a badass cleaver in its little paws — and is not paying attention as Professor Xiao starts rattling off names.
“… Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian….” He calls out, and then continues his pairings without stopping, as if he hadn’t just made Wei Wuxian’s life FAR more interesting.
Wei Wuxian stands up, stupid grin getting wider and wider as he makes eye contact with the back of Lan Wangji’s head. He giddily bounces on his toes, waiting for him to turn around and acknowledge that they would be research partners, but after thirty rather humiliating seconds, he realizes Lan Wangji is not moving.
Had he not heard the professor? Unlikely, Lan Wangji always paid annoyingly vigilant attention in class.
Wei Wuxian harrumphed back into his seat, valiantly ignoring the quiet laughs from some of his very rude classmates.
At the end of class, he scurries to catch up with Lan Wangji out in the hall. Lan Wangji is not hard to miss, despite the sea of students, as he has at least three inches on everyone in the hallway.
When he’s caught up, Wei Wuxian slinks an arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, and says in his ear, “Howdy partner!” In a very unconvincing “southern” accent. Lan Wangji easily brushes him off and keeps walking.
Wei Wuxian shrugs at the lack of acknowledgement, and falls into step with him.
Wei Wuxian tells him about his day, asks about Lan Wangji’s day, doesn’t wait for a response, and then teases him for not responding. You know, normal conversation. They make it to Lan Wangji’s favorite tree and he drops — more like floats — to the ground in a perfect lotus position.
Wei Wuxian hurls his body next to him, completely sprawled, and then notices he’s stuck his elbow in a patch of dirt instead of the soft grass. He moves his elbow to get it out of the dirt, thereby further rubbing the dirt into the purple sweater he’s wearing.
Lan Wangji raises an eyebrow at him. Wei Wuxian just shrugs, “It’s Jiang Cheng’s.” Lan Wangji nods knowingly in response.
“Sooooo…. Restrictions with regard to the exercise of the right to capture from the good ‘ole Hague Convention, eh, Lan Zhan? Exciting stuff,” Wei Wuxian muses sarcastically, gazing aimlessly at the puffy white clouds in the beautifully blue autumn sky.
Lan Wangji nods and says, “Yes,” clearly missing the joke and actually thinking that writing a research paper about an intentionally confusing protocol with fourteen additional articles will be in some way exciting, instead of incredibly boring.
Damn, it’s a good thing Lan Wangji is hot, because otherwise, Wei Wuxian thinks, he’d never get laid.
That thought opens up an entire rabbit hole of thoughts for Wei Wuxian’s treadmill brain. Does Lan Wangji get laid? He wonders if Lan Zhan is a virgin. Wei Wuxian really can’t picture him fucking, though he does try. He’s too… reserved. Wei Wuxian concludes that maybe he has boring sex.
Does he date? Has he ever dated? Is he queer? He doesn’t exactly scream **straight** to Wei Wuxian, and his gaydar is pretty good. Wei Wuxian is staring at Lan Wangji, pondering.
“So, Lan Zhan, are you like, straight?” He asks after two minutes of silence and zero preamble.
Lan Wangji looks up from where he is writing in his notebook. When the fuck had he taken out a notebook? He blinks, his face is blank. Unlike Wei Wuxian’s face, which is quickly reddening and scrunched up into a painful “I am now slightly embarrassed by what I have just done but maybe you will think it is cute, do you think it is cute? Please say you think it is cute,” smile.
They stare at each other like that for far too long. Wei Wuxian fights the urge to squirm.
“Heh, well isn’t that just a weird thing to ask! But like… Now that it’s out there…. Uh, are you?” Damn, that sounded a lot more nonchalant in his head.
Lan Wangji raises that very judgmental eyebrow of his again. Wei Wuxian really does squirm this time.
“No,” Lan Wangji says finally, and goes back to his notes.
“No?” Wei Wuxian perks up. Hmmmm. “No.” The word sounds nice, has a good ring to it, Wei Wuxian thinks to himself.
This is good to know. Lan Wangji, confirmed not straight. Cool. Noted.
“No,” Lan Wangji repeats, firmer. When Wei Wuxian looks up at him, Lan Wangji is staring intensely at him. His eyes are insane and Wei Wuxian is pretty sure they have magic powers, because all of a sudden his tongue has grown two sizes and he feels at risk of choking on it.
Maybe he’s mad that Wei Wuxian thought he was straight? A lot of gay dudes are like that. Hell, if someone thought Wei Wuxian was straight, he would most definitely take a very dramatic offense to it. Not that it happens that all that often, Wei Wuxian wears a lot of crop tops. How else is he supposed to show off his belly ring????
But Lan Wangji? Lan Wangji wears like, business casual… to class. He’s definitely built as fuck, but also moves kind of like a professional ice skater? Wei Wuxian has no idea what sexuality that is, but yeah, okay, probably not straight.
“Right… Okay, cool. Yeah, me neither. I mean, i’m not straight” he says stupidly, trying to break whatever curse Lan Wangji is surely casting upon him with his eyes.
“I know,” Lan Wangji says. Is his tone… smug? He sounds amused at the very least. Wei Wuxian does not really know what to do with smug-talking-about-being-queer-lan-zhan.
He strains for a topic change. “This will be good,” he says, suddenly very warm.
“This will be… Good,” he repeats. “We’ve known each other for years! And we’ve never spent more than, like, fifteen minutes alone together! So weird. Isn’t it weird?”
Lan Wangji has gone back to his notes. He doesn’t respond.
“Well, I’m happy about it. This will be good. This will be good, right?”
Lan Wangji hums noncommittally, as if to say, I do not really think this will be all that good.
Before Wei Wuxian can pull a full pout and demand that Lan Wangji admit that working on a project together will be good, Jiang Cheng is screaming at him from across the courtyard.
“Hey dickhead! I’m gonna kill you! That’s MY sweater!”
“Shit,” Wei Wuxian scrambles to his feet as Jiang Cheng starts bounding towards them, and Wei Wuxian can see the angry forehead vein all the way from here. Time to go!
“Well, that’s my cue!”
Lan Wangji is giving Jiang Cheng a stern look, probably for the yelling and the running. Lan Wangji hates yelling and running. Wei Wuxian wouldn’t doubt that he has tried to make no yelling and no running official campus rules.
“We will meet on the second floor of the law library on Saturday morning, 8:00 A.M., bring your notes from class and your books,” Lan Wangji says, regarding Wei Wuxian calmly despite the rabid Jiang Cheng getting closer and closer.
“Huh?” Wei Wuxian is slinging his backpack onto his back and trying to dust off the dirty sleeve. Had he heard right? Did Lan Wangji just decide when they were going to work on their project? Why does he get to choose? Eight o’clock?? In the morning?! On a Saturday?!
He sputters the last bit out loud. Lan Wangji doesn’t respond.
“What if I have plans on Saturday morning?” Wei Wuxian says in his most affronted tone.
Jiang Cheng has gotten cut off by some frat bros playing frisbee.
Lan Wangji doesn’t look back at Wei Wuxian, just says, “That will be all,” like Wei Wuxian is a child being dismissed from class.
Wei Wuxian wants nothing more than to get so fucking annoying right now, but Jiang Cheng has disentangled himself from the leash he just tripped over, and so, Wei Wuxian is out of time. He huffs, “Fine,” and then he books it.
—
“Today’s the day!” Wei Wuxian sings in his best spokesperson voice as he sock-glides into the kitchen on Friday morning.
Wen Qing is sitting on a stool at their little island, and she gives him a **look** over her coffee mug. She’s regarding him the way a babysitter looks at you before they ask what your parents would think about whatever you’re doing that you’re not supposed to be.
Wei Wuxian ignores the **look** and slides into the stool beside her, picking up the other prepared mug of coffee — extra milk, extra sugar, his perfect cup. He leans over and gives her an obnoxious kiss on the cheek.
“Quit it! God, why do I put up with this,” she says as she forcibly removes herself from his clutches.
Wei Wuxian just smiles. “So, when will our favorite baby boy arrive?”
Wen Qing takes the sleeve of Wei Wuxian’s hoodie and wipes her cheek.
“Just got off the phone with him. Train is on time, he should get in a little before two,” she takes a sip, “Wanna come with to pick him up?”
“Ugh, you know I do,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. He takes a sip of sweet sweet coffee and leans on Wen Qing’s shoulder, “but I have class until 1:50, I won’t make it in time. God, no one suffers more than me,” He twists his head to look up at her with his patented sad eyes (or what Nie Huaisang very rudely and not at all accurately calls his “bottom eyes”).
Wen Qing absently brushes a strand of hair from his face, and he preens at her soft touch.
“I’ll just meet you two back here a little after two, yeah?” Wei Wuxian straightens up to take another gulp.
Wen Qing downs her cup, gets up and brings it to the sink, “Sounds good. We’re doing campus stuff though, okay?” Her voice is stern, all the softness from five seconds ago vanished.
“No fucking around today.” She gives him a very intimidating glare and then leaves the kitchen before Wei Wuxian can respond.
Which is probably for the best, Wei Wuxian has literally no poker face, and his entire face has broken into a big, mischievous smile.
—
They do the campus stuff. Wen Ning, bless him, is sincerely awestruck and interested in the campus tour.
He fills Wen Qing in on how their grandmother is doing, and shows them both extremely cute pictures of their little cousin, Wen Yuan, playing in the dirt next to their grandmother in their garden.
It really is nice. Wei Wuxian is on his BEST behavior.
Finally, Wen Qing reluctantly leaves Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning in their apartment for her night shift. The front door to the apartment clicks shut and Wei Wuxian nearly explodes.
“IT’S PARTY TIME BABY!” He whisper-yells incase Wen Qing can magically hear them on the other side of the door, but he has jumped onto the couch and fist bumped into the air.
Wen Ning looks up from where he is diligently washing his bowl in the sink. He looks a little nervous, but his mouth turns up into an earnest smile, he’s excited. Hell yeah.
Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng arrive not long after.
They pre-game and get ready in Wei Wuxian’s room, Wen Ning refusing to wear any of Wei Wuxian’s very thought out outfit options for him.
“I’m not wearing a harness made of actual chains!” he tells Wei Wuxian, who huffs in exasperation. No fun.
Eventually Wei Wuxian relents and lets him wear “what he wants to wear,” or whatever. Wen Ning does let Wei Wuxian put some black eyeliner on him though, so that’s a win.
Nie Huaisang spends a lot of the time sprawled out on Wei Wuxian’s bed, very openly scrolling through Grindr, completely unbothered that any one of them can see the eggplant emoji question mark messages he’s sending to many, many profiles.
“For after!” Nie Huaisang shrugs, “It’s Friday night and it’s been way too long.”
Jiang Cheng lets out a huff, “You hooked up with that dude Zixun literally two days go.”
“Yes, exactly! Two days!!!” Nie Huaisang squeaks.
Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes so emphatically it looks a little painful, “You’re so annoying.”
Wen Ning giggles, and Wei Wuxian pauses his outfit curation to dramatically flop onto the bed next to Nie Huaisang, “Yeah Huaisang, some of us have real problems. I haven’t been dicked down properly in like….” Wei Wuxian tries to remember the last person he hooked up with and comes up short.
“Oh my god I can’t even remember the last time! This is horrible!”
“Ew,” is what he gets from Jiang Cheng.
“I swear, no one suffers more than me! Why have I not been railed in ages? I’m a good person, I don’t deserve this. What’s a twink got to do to choke on some dick?” Wei Wuxian is rolling around on the bed like he’s in pain, and Jiang Cheng uses his momentum to push him off the bed and flail onto the floor.
“Do the agonies ever cease?!” Wei Wuxian cries out, while the rest of them crack up at his expense. Wei Wuxian makes a mental note to get new friends.
“Don’t worry Wei Ying,” Nie Huaisang says thoughtfully, scrolling through his phone again, “we’ll find you some good dick,” he says confidently, and Jiang Cheng makes a retching noise.
“The homophobia in this bedroom is rampant!!!” Wei Wuxian exclaims at his brother from the carpet.
Jiang Cheng grabs a pillow and whips it at Wei Wuxian, “Just because I don’t want to hear about my brother’s desire to deep throat doesn’t make me homophobic!”
“Wrong-O!” Wei Wuxian sits up and waggles his pointer finger at Jiang Cheng, “Just because you are a baby gay does not mean you are exempt from homophobic behavior. You must show sympathy for your slutty older brother who has not been fucked in-“
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Jiang Cheng cuts him off, “I’m done, I’m done, no more, god, oh my god, you are insufferable. I need more alcohol, Huaisang where’d you put the fucking alcohol!”
Wei Wuxian smirks and goes back to his closet. He loves messing with Jiang Cheng so much. Even though it wasn’t a lie, it really has been a while.
They take shots of UV Blue, because Nie Huaisang claims that it’s “back in.” They blast guilty pleasure UNIQ songs, Jiang Cheng revealing how often he listens to them by knowing literally every single word, and Wei Wuxian finishes getting ready.
He’s in faux-leather pants that are tight as hell, a red sleeveless crop top (obvi) that is a fuzzy soft material with black faux-leather straps to match the pants. He’s got his hair up in a high ponytail which helps him emphasize his flirtatious head shakes by whipping all over the place. He’s decided to go with some smudged red eyeliner under his eyes to tie the whole look together.
By nine o’clock, they’re all pleasantly buzzed, and in a Lyft.
—
They arrive at the club and pay the cover. Wei Wuxian grabs Wen Ning by the hand, making a bee-line for the host stand where he can exchange some of his cash for singles.
They settle in at a table on the far side of the stage and for a moment just take it all in.
A dancer in a school-girl’s outfit has just finished her stage set and is collecting the singles and her top from the floor before stepping down. The DJ calls for Fawn to make her way to the stage.
The club is fairly big, with about fifteen tables spread around the room, and various other bundles of lounge chairs along the walls. There’s a little mezzanine, just a few stairs, where there is another host stand — private rooms, Wei Wuxian thinks excitedly.
On the wall behind their table there is a red velvet curtain, behind which is a door that leads to the back showroom. The hostess told them that Jade has two fifteen minute performances, one at 11:30, and another at 1:00. Wei Wuxian thinks, but does not say out loud, that it seems silly to give a Friday night showroom spot to two measly fifteen minute performances, but he holds his tongue.
There’s a full bar to their left that takes up nearly an entire wall, and all of the fancy bottles are backlit by pink LED lights. Wei Wuxian makes eye contact with a sparkly bottle of something on the far end, and hops up.
“Drinks, boys?” He says cheerfully. They all nod and Wei Wuxian goes to get their first round while Fawn takes the stage and the DJ moves from the upbeat filler music into a slightly slower electronic trance song.
Wei Wuxian takes a seat at the end of the bar, and patiently waits for the bartender to finish handing out a round of shots to a man in a suit and three dancers chatting around him. He is smiling like an idiot and bouncing with anticipation. He almost doesn’t notice when a dancer slides into the seat next to him, giving him a very amused look.
“Oh my god, hi!” Wei Wuxian beams at her, and he can tell that she’s holding back from laughing at him.
She’s stunning. Huge deep brown eyes beneath some of the best eyebrows Wei Wuxian has ever seen. She’s got devastatingly high cheekbones. Her make up looks like it was done by a professional, long eyelashes, thick even eyeliner over a perfect smoky eye, a deep maroon on her lips. Her dark brown curls are thick and healthy, bouncing and moving with her as she sways to get closer.
She’s in a royal blue lingerie set — she’s beautiful in a way that is both intimidating and enchanting. She looks both like a hot femme dom that would happily flog you to tears, and also like she is some twinks mother figure who is really good at baking bread. It’s hard to explain.
“Hi! Sorry, first timer, haha. What’s your name? Can I buy you a drink? Your makeup is like, so good,” Wei Wuxian is practically vibrating with glee at her. She raises bemused eyebrows at him, like she’s trying to figure out how to best go about talking to him.
“Sasha. Whisky on the rocks. You’re funny.” She scoots a little closer to him and Wei Wuxian doesn’t really know what to do, so he hands her a twenty. She takes it easily, and settles in next to him.
They talk for a while, and once Sasha has sized him up enough to determine that he’s not disrespectful, and will pay for her time, she seems to become genuinely intrigued by the overly excited bisexual in front of her. She lets her work persona lighten a bit.
Wei Wuxian thinks he’s in love. Sasha is hilarious, also a bisexual, with a lovely girlfriend that she gets a endearingly flustered talking about. Wei Wuxian could not be happier. She tells him stripper shenanigans about her and her other friends that work at the club.
She and another dancer, Puppy (“We started calling her Big Puppy after a bat shit summer that involved a lot of cuddling and she actually made it her dancer name,” Sasha tells him holding back tears of laughter), came up with the most bizarre and elaborate back story. The told people that Puppy was sleeping with Sasha’s husband, but neither of them knew about the other, and then Sasha found out, and her and Puppy decided to band together and revenge fuck on his bed and then raise her son together. They told the story to a group of dads one night and each made like a grand.
She tells him about a dancer, the only one she doesn’t really get along with, Juno, who apparently doesn’t really get along with anyone . She’s tiny and beautiful, with eyes as big as snow globes. “Although we always joke that she looks like a Victorian orphan with them,” Sasha whispers, making Wei Wuxian choke on his drink laughing, and Sasha snorts a laugh with him.
“I’m serious! I catch her staring off into space and like, I don’t know what ghosts that girl sees in these walls.”
Wei Wuxian buys them both another drink, and tips her another twenty. Wei Wuxian spares a look back at the table with his friends, but they’re occupied with dancers, a waitress having brought drinks to them. Wen Ning looks completely petrified but also like he’s maybe having the time of his life. He’s such a little weirdo, Wei Wuxian would die for him.
They catch one another’s eyes and Wen Ning gives him an opened mouth grin. This had been such a good idea. Wei Wuxian is a genius.
He turns back to Sasha, who’s finishing a story about how she “rescued” a bat in her college dorm room and then had to go get all the rabies shots. After talking for about twenty five minutes, Wei Wuxian is happily on his way from buzzed to tipsy.
“So tell me,” he says, and she looks at him conspiratorially. “What’s up with the special show tonight? Should we check it out?”
“Oh FUCK yeah, you should,” Sasha says without hesitation.
“Jade is like, pfff,” she slumps a little while sticking her lips out in thought, “he’s an incredible dancer, we’re all jack shit compared to him,” she says.
Wei Wuxian is a little surprised, but takes her word for it. This Jade really has made a name for himself.
“He doesn't really talk to any of the other dancers, but not in like, a shitty way. I know for a fact he’s silently saved a bunch of dancer’s asses.” She takes a swig.
“On one of the ‘boy’s nights,’ one of the male dancers, this bratty twink that I’m obsessed with, got into this huge fight with his boyfriend – who is so obviously repressed. I’m talking, ‘has this boy ever been hugged before’ with a martyr complex you can see from Pluto. Anyway, the dancer got pretty wasted after the fight, and he was lying like the dead on the locker room floor, waiting it out. Jade just came up and gave him some toast. The dancer tried to thank him but Jade cut him off and was just like ‘This shouldn’t happen at work,’” Sasha stiffens her posture and lowers her voice to apparently imitate Jade. Wei Wuxian has a memory of his old high school front lawn flash into his mind, and then it’s gone.
“I know, kinda weird… But definitely nice, and exactly what he needed,” Sasha continues, “He’s intuitive like that,” she ponders out loud. “He just knew that that boy really needed some toast.”
Wei Wuxian contemplates a man who intuitively knows when someone else needs toast. Before he can respond, another man sits on the other side of Sasha and asks to buy her a drink. She gives Wei Wuxian a sideways smile, and he takes the hint. She gives him a little nod and then turns to the guy on her right.
When Wei Wuxian returns to the table, Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang are pink faced and giggling, throwing ones at the dancer on stage who’s taking her top off upside down on the pole.
Jiang Cheng is looking absolutely petrified, getting a lap dance from a petite dancer in all black who is pretending to bite him. Like full on trying to gnaw on the meaty parts of his hands.
When the song ends, Jiang Cheng nervously gives her another wad of ones and slams his eyes shut, like he hopes that it will make her poof into thin air.
The dancer is nonplussed, she absently turns around to leave and Wei Wuxian makes brief eye contact with her — her eyes are her entire face and she looks creepy as hell. Juno , he thinks, and has to suppress a laugh.
The night progresses, and the boys slip from tipsy to a pleasant drunk.
Wei Wuxian buys Wen Ning a lap dance, and Wen Ning spends the whole time nervously asking the dancer about her day.
Nie Huaisang is scolded by the bartender for asking if they have any UV Blue in stock and can he buy a bottle. The bartender flat out refuses to take part in UV Blue bottle service.
Jiang Cheng has bought several dances from a dancer who undeniably resembles Wen Qing, and gets slapped upside the head by Nie Huaisang when he overhears him asking what her real name is. Jiang Cheng apologizes profusely, but the dancer just laughs at him.
The stage performances are incredible, the outfits and makeup are immaculate, the drinks are strong, and the boys are laughing and throwing bills. It’s good. It’s a good night.
—
When eleven o’clock rolls around the DJ makes an announcement that the back showroom is now open for those who want to catch Jade’s first performance. Wei Wuxian looks around the table and they all nod in silent agreement. They want to check it out.
They all abandon their table to take a bathroom break, re-up on cash and singles, get another drink, etc., but by 11:20 they’ve reconvened. They find a table on the side of a very similar looking stage in the back room.
The showroom is a little darker and quieter than the front room, but pretty much the same aesthetic. There are other dancers walking around the room giving dances, chatting, and a few are standing together, leaning against the wall, waiting to watch the show themselves.
“Okay, okay, okay, A-Ning, look at me,” Wei Wuxian leans across the table to pull on Wen Ning’s sleeve.
“I have not fulfilled my duty as your elder, teaching you the ways of the strip club,” Wei Wuxian says, sounding very official indeed.
Wen Ning giggles at him, “Isn’t this your first time at a strip club too?”
“That is neither here nor there nor relevant to this discussion,” Wei Wuxian tells him in the same official voice.
Wei Wuxian pulls out the bulk of his cash, probably about two or three hundred dollars in various bills. He hands half to Wen Ning, whose eyes go wide.
“Now. It is important to tip everyone. Thou shall not spend it all in one place, thou must make it rain for the masses,” Wei Wuxian has now slipped into a British accent.
“What the fuck are you even saying, dude” Jiang Cheng says, squinting at Wei Wuxian like he’s a little out of focus.
“Well, dear brother, let us recount the lesson,” Wei Wuxian begins.
But before he can speak again, “Oh my god don’t set him off A-Cheng,” Nie Huaisang pleads playfully, “A-Ning,” he turns to look at Wen Ning very seriously,
“You know that Wei Ying is telling you to give money to a lot of dancers, not just like, all at once so you don’t have anything more to spend, yeah?”
Wen Ning nods furiously. Wei Wuxian looks pleased.
“Well, glad we got that settled,” Jiang Cheng says sarcastically.
And then the lights go down, the music stops, and the room goes fairly quiet.
A song begins to play, louder than the background music from before, but the melody itself is fairly soft. The first few notes are from a flute.
The lights click on, a smattering of blues and whites moving in circles illuminating the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, get those bills ready,” the DJ is speaking in a low voice to match the music, “the moment you’ve all been waiting for…. Here’s Jade.”
The dreamy music grows in speed and volume as Jade steps out from behind a curtain and walks up the few steps to the stage. An arpeggio of wind-chimes rain through as a bass-heavy beat gets louder in the background.
Wei Wuxian feels his eyeballs decide they no longer want to be their sockets anymore. Nie Huaisang has a hand over his mouth before Wei Wuxian can scream bloody murder, which is a good thought, but turns out to be unnecessary, as Wei Wuxian has also lost the ability to speak.
Satisfied that he is not going to crawl onto the stage and scream, Nie Huaisang tentatively releases his grip just as Wei Wuxian - mouth agape - looks up at the stage and locks eyes with Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji, impossibly, also does not scream at the sight of the drunken lost boys from Peter Pan at the table below him. He simply blinks at them, and then continues his fluid turn onto the stage.
Lan Wangji takes his time getting to the pole in the center of stage, walking like water around the the perimeter before gripping the pole with both hands. He takes an absurd amount of time to individually highlight each long beautiful finger as it wraps around the pole one at a time. His legs are a little more than hip distance apart, and he starts swaying his hips, arching his back and slowly sliding his hands down the pole, keeping his legs straight. Each excruciating second puts his ass, moving on beat in perfect circles, higher up and more pronounced, as his hands make their way all the way to the base of the pole. Bent in half, his hips continue to sway.
Wei Wuxian, mouth still wide open and getting very dry, has apparently decided to astral project, no longer having use for his mortal vessel. He is staring at Lan Wangji, on stage, dancing, about to take off his clothes, on stage, where Wei Wuxian can see, where Wei Wuxian can see Lan Wangji, beautiful, unwanted-boner-giving Lan Wangji, on stage, dancing.
The brain inside of Wei Wuxian’s head has both shut down and is running at double speed.
Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, and Wen Ning stare at him for a moment, possibly checking his vitals. After a moment, Nie Huaisang breaks out into a smile as if this is the funniest thing in the world, and he bounces in his seat, holding back laughter. He pats Wei Wuxian on the knee in a that’s rough buddy kind of way, and turns his head back to the stage, leaving Wei Wuxian to die.
Jiang Cheng looks like he might throw up. Wei Wuxian understands the feeling. But he too, after a moment, seemingly resigned to the fact that he can’t really do anything, downs his drink and also turns back to the stage.
Wen Ning is looking at Wei Wuxian with the level of concern that is appropriate , aka he looks like he’s about to whip out his phone and call an ambulance. But Nie Huaisang leans over and starts whispering furiously into his ear and pulling his attention back to the stage.
Right. The stage. The stage where Lan Wangji is.
Wei Wuxian looks up. And wasn’t that just the worst thing he could’ve done. His eyes focus a little and he takes it all in.
Lan Wangji is moving through insane pole tricks that look like they’re at olympic gymnast level difficulty, all the while keeping his toes pointed. The long lines of his body move as gracefully as the music - which has picked up a bit. It still seems like this almost theatrical melody should be wildly out of place at a strip club, but the dreamy flute and strings combined with the back beat is somehow working. It makes the performance feel distinguished and incredibly devastating. The whole thing, catastrophically for Wei Wuxian, is very on brand Lan Wangji.
When he first came out to the stage, he was wearing a layered, baby blue, sheer, full length gown that flowed when he walked, cinched tight at his waist. The gown has slits cut up both sides, revealing flashes of toned legs whenever he moves.
The long sleeves are billowing, and have a layer of silver fabric that sparkles under the lights. As he spins around the pole, the fabric floats in the air, giving his graceful movements a shimmering trail.
His body glides around the stage all long lines and fluid twirls. He catches the pole and seems to levitate up, a cloud of powder blue in his wake, and then he’s wrapped around the spinning pole. He brings his body close so the pole picks up speed, and in the next moment he’s got nothing but one leg holding him up - hooked around the pole. The rest of his limbs pointed in gorgeous extensions, making him into a whirlpool floating above the ground. The music crests as his feet deftly find the ground again, and the next instrumental verse settles in.
He has hair extensions in, making his naturally shoulder length hair thicker and layered, flowing behind him almost down to his waist. A top section is pulled back and held by an ornate silver clip, a few strands left out to artfully frame his face.
And Oh. Wow. His face. Lan Wangji has always been beautiful, Wei Wuxian and everyone else with eyes knows that. But tonight, under these lights…. Holy hell.
His eyelids are dusted in a baby blue that matches his outfit, his already long eyelashes are longer, fuller, darker. His lips are pink, obscenely plump, and shiny with gloss, and he’s got a shimmering highlighter along his cheek bones.
He looks… like a dream. Like a mythical creature too beautiful to be in this world. It is so, so terrible, Wei Wuxian is genuinely getting mad about it. What the hell is this guy's problem, out here, looking like that. Extremely inconsiderate.
All anger leaves his body and is replaced by the feeling of: “alsdkjfalksdjf” when Lan Wangji un-clasps and sheds his full length gown.
Lan Wangji is shirtless beneath the robe, his skin is covered in sparkles – like some Edward Cullen this-is-the-skin-of-a-killer-bella shit. He looks carved out of Jade ( Oh okay good choice of name ). He is smooth and shimmering like a Greek God under the lights. Every single one of his abs is visible and defined, every single one!!!!
He’s got blue garters around his biceps , pronouncing the muscles as they flex and ripple. The garters have a little silver jewel in the center of them. Wei Wuxian has to admit, that’s classy as hell.
Wei Wuxian unhooks his jaw so that it can fall open wider. The crowd is whooping and clapping and throwing bills all over the stage as Lan Wangji gracefully tosses the robe to the side, giving Wei Wuxian a wink. A WINK! What world is Wei Wuxian in that Lan Wangji winks?!
He looks so…. content, confident, like he was made for this, almost like he’s… having fun? Wei Wuxian’s head is spinning. He is certain he must’ve taken at least 10 shots in between the time of Lan Wangji walking out and right now.
He flips his hair over his shoulders and Wei Wuxian must have chugged absinthe. It’s the only explanation for why Wei Wuxian is hallucinating that Lan Wangji has his nipples pierced. Lan Wangji, of the “we love boring rules” Lan family, has silver rings through his small pink nipples. One of them has a little gem dangling from it and, coincidentally, all air has been forcibly removed from Wei Wuxian’s lungs.
He doesn’t think he can ever look away from the frankly glowing torso or chiseled arms. That is until Lan Wangji drops into the splits, perfectly on beat, and Wei Wuxian is forced to acknowledge the rest of his body.
He’s wearing silver booty shorts that have just a bit of that flouncy baby blue sheer trim at the waist band, and oh my god his ass . That is the best ass Wei Wuxian has ever seen, and he likes to think of himself as having high ass standards. His own ass, for example, is fabulous. But THIS ass, it’s all muscle, perfectly round, and the shorts are so tight that each magnificent cheek is perfectly outlined.
The thighs. The thighs, like the ass, are a monstrosity. Seriously, they’re like tree trunks. Very very sexy tree trunks. Wei Wuxian can see them flex around the pole as Lan Wangji climbs to the top and hangs upside down, running his hands up and down his perfect torso and slowly sliding down and around the pole.
And oh my god how is Wei Wuxian just noticing now that Lan Wangji is wearing white vinyl lace up pleaser boots. Wei Wuxian has just about had enough of this.
And then it gets so much worse as Lan Wangji moves into floor work. He slides like an eel onto his knees, slowly spreading them, bouncing on his heels to the beat, making his muscles ripple under the lights, until his knees are splayed on the ground.
Then — as if this weren’t bad enough — he starts moving his hips skyward, not subtly in the slightest, thrusting his hips up into the air before rolling them back down in slow circles as he leans back one arm.
The other arm comes up to his face and starts slowly moving down, grazing his bottom lip, pulling his gorgeous, awful mouth open, just a touch. The hand moves down his torso fingers first, arching into his own touch while continuing to roll his hips.
He caresses the skin of his chest, pointer finger pausing to outline one of his nipple rings, before he moves down, down, down. His mouth is still a little open, a tease, eye’s half lidded, and then he places a deliberate hand over the thick outline in his shorts on a slow hip roll.
Wei Wuxian hopes Jiang Cheng writes his obituary fondly, because this is surely the end of Wei Wuxian.
His eyes are locked on the outline of Lan Wangji’s cock, the shorts are practically painted on him, leaving very little to the imagination. And oh my god, is that how big it is… soft?!
Lan Wangji has leaned his upper body all the way onto the ground and is rubbing his hands over his thighs while continuing the hip circles, basically just pointing a bunch of neon arrows at the the outline of his long thick dick through his shorts. Wei Wuxian feels actual drool pooling in the corner of his mouth.
He is vaguely aware that there is movement around him, and then he hears Jiang Cheng’s voice as he leans over to him and says, “Dude, breathe.”
“Hhhhhhhh,” is all Wei Wuxian can manage right now, as he is currently having a staring contest with Lan Wangji’s shimmering cock.
Lan Wangji gracefully rolls over; Wei Wuxian tries to remember how to breathe and stay upright. The acknowledgment of his body makes him realize that not only is he sweating profusely, but he is also extremely hard, like standing at full attention down there.
Wei Wuxian tries to readjust himself in his seat at the exact moment Lan Wangji, on his hands and knees, starts rolling his hips towards the ground, giving the illusion of what he would look like if he were to rhythmically rock deep inside of you, over and over again. He pumps his pelvis sharply at the end of each roll, in time with the crescendoing music - a full orchestra now — and Wei Wuxian accidentally moves his own hips in time with Lan Wangji before pressing his palm hard onto his lap. He wants his ass to be that stage floor so fucking bad.
The rest of the routine goes on like this. Lan Wangji moves his body in hot and skilled ways, mouth open, eyes winking, ass twerking . That’s right, Lan Wangji can twerk that juicy ass and he does so leaning against the pole, on his hands and knees, and in a full fucking split. He can also isolate each cheek to the beat of the music, apparently!
Wei Wuxian is so turned on, and also feels like he should call a talent scout??
When the music finally dies down and the lights dim, Lan Wangji is lying on his side on full display, breathing hard. His skin is glistening from the glitter and sweat, and his eyes are closed peacefully.
Wei Wuxian feels like he’s been gutted. He’s so hard and so so in public he feels like he might faint.
The crowd starts cheering and people are throwing more bills onto the stage, which is when Wei Wuxian realizes with absolute horror that he has not thrown any money the entire time. Granted, he was having a fifteen minute long heart attack, but that is no excuse.
He quickly grabs all of his money and snatches back all the bills in front of Wen Ning, spilling Jiang Cheng’s drink in the process.
“Oi! What the fu-“ he yelps, moving out of the splash zone.
Wei Wuxian ignores him, his hands moving a mile a minute, scrambling like a hungry hungry hippo grabbing all the bills in sight, and throwing literally all of their money onto the stage.
“Ay!” Nie Huaisang tries to stop him, but Wei Wuxian shrugs him off and pushes the ball of money towards where Lan Wangji is getting up.
They make eye contact and Lan Wangji’s face is completely blank again. He looks down at the ball of crumpled bills, then back up at Wei Wuxian, lips curled up just for a moment, before turning and picking up some bills closer to him.
“For fucks sake Wei Wuxian! Calm yourself, you look like a puppy begging for a bone,” Jiang Cheng scoffs.
“He one hundred percent is begging to bone,” Nie Huaisang replies.
They all start laughing; Wei Wuxian can barely hear them. He’s staring at Lan Wangji. He’s got his beautiful sheer gown back on and is fluttering around the stage collecting his money, and ignoring the men on the floor trying to talk to him.
And just as quickly as Lan Wangji had swept onto the stage, he was gone.
“Shut up! I hate you guys,” Wei Wuxian grumbles at last, as he leans back into his chair, downs his drink, and starts to re-enter this mortal plane.
“You looked like you were going to come in your pants!” Nie Huaisang barely gets the sentence out around his wheezing, he’s laughing so hard.
“I did not!” Wei Wuxian snaps, even though that possibility was, in fact, extremely on the table.
“I was just… Very taken by the artistry of the show. Lan - Jade is very talented and I simply,” he waves his hand aimlessly about, somehow helping get his point across, “appreciate talent,” his voice comes out surprisingly not as a desperate moan. So that’s promising.
They end up leaving the club entirely shortly after, seeing as Wei Wuxian gave all their money to Lan Wangji, and it’s not cool to just hang around and take up space at a club without paying the entertainers.
It’s only a little after midnight though, and all of them are still pretty riled up. They walk aimlessly for a while, Nie Huaisang’s arm draped around Wei Wuxian recounting the many facial expressions he was making during Jade’s performance, and laughing himself into a fit.
They end up at some random sports bar, which is fine. It’s not really any of their vibes, but Wei Wuxian just needs to get plastered, doesn’t matter where.
They take probably a few too many shots as the onslaught against Wei Wuxian continues. Wei Wuxian doesn’t even really try to defend himself, his mind is swimming with images of Lan Wangji. He keeps drinking.
Eventually Jiang Cheng’s eyelids start to flutter closed as he sways in his seat. Nie Huaisang is the fricken energizer bunny and looks like he could go all night. He’s flirting it up with some jock by the bar.
Wen Ning slumps a little, and Wei Wuxian pulls him in to lean on his shoulder.
“Did you have fun tonight, A-Ning?”
Wen Ning does his signature furious head nod, confusing his center of gravity and almost sending him off the seat. Wei Wuxian catches him and chuckles.
“All right boys, it’s almost three. I say we call it, eh?” Wei Wuxian says, pulling Wen Ning in closer to him.
They do have to pry Nie Huaisang away from the jock who Wei Wuxian can now see is clearly wearing a wedding band, but eventually they make it back.
Jiang Cheng is taken back to Huaisang’s place asleep on his feet, unlike Huaisang who is trying to get a pizza order in on his phone three minutes before the place closes. They all make loose Denny’s plans for the next day, and say goodnight.
When they get home, Wei Wuxian deposits Wen Ning in Wen Qing’s bed before flopping onto his own, exhausted. He feels like he put his body through the ringer. His mind is buzzing and the inside of his eyelids are painted baby blue. Lan Zhan, a stripper! Lan Zhan, an incredibly hot, completely shameless, mind-blowing dancer.
Wei Wuxian groans audibly as his exhausted body begins a war with his suddenly interested in being awake cock.
“No,” Wei Wuxian tells it defiantly, recalling the image of Lan Wangji skillfully grinding his hips into the ground. Wei Wuxian thinks he’s never going to be able to jerk off to anything else ever again.
He passes out with back arched, his ass slightly up.
—-
“WEI WUXIAN! I SWEAR TO ALL THE FUCKING GODS I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU!”
Wen Qing is on his bed before his eyes are open. His room is still mostly dark, the sky blushing, just barely starting to lighten.
Wei Wuxian looks up at his five foot flat roommate in groggy annoyance. Then his eyes go wide with terror as she steps over him on his bed, holding a large cup full of water over his head.
“Ah! What the fuck Wen Qing! What’s wrong! What the fuck time is it!” He tries to scramble up, but stops short as his movements jostle the very angry med student clutching a very full cup of what Wei Wuxian is sure is ice cold water.
Her huge eyes get wider in fury and god damn, she’s a hundred and ten pounds of pure fire.
“A-Ning and I share a Lyft account you fucking idiot,” she says, her glower deepening.
That feels like a random thing to say, and a deeply confusing thing to be angry about.
Ohhhh. Oh shit.
“Aha, A-Qing, my favorite roommate, my most beautiful best friend in the whole wide world,” Wei Wuxian has his hands up in surrender, his eyes darting around the room trying to calculate a dry escape plan, but she’s completely over him, her feet on either side of him.
She starts raising the glass, not once breaking eye contact, and Wei Wuxian is again marveling that she has somehow evolved to not need to blink.
“There I was,” she begins, and Wei Wuxian is sure he’s not going to like wherever she was, “after eight long hours overnight at the hospital, thinking ‘ah, I’m so glad my baby brother is safe at home with my trusted roommate,’ and I go to call a Lyft and I am greeted by a prompt to rate my ride to Blue’s Cabaret.”
She sounds a little hysteric, which is totally fair as she’s been up all night working. But it is terrifying.
“I-I- I’m sorry A-Qing! Please! Have mercy!” Wei Wuxian knows there’s no way out of this one. He’s doomed. He closes his eyes and braces for the impact.
And then, a miracle! Wen Qing sighs. She’s clearly worn, and her eyes soften infinitesimally. She hops off the bed.
“I’m too fucking exhausted for this. You’re on laundry duty for…. The rest of my life. If I move out, you better hope you live close, because you will come over and wash my clothes for the rest of your life, Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian nods vigorously, “Yes, yes, of course. Anything!”
Wen Qing clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth.
“I’m going to bed. If I wake up in a few hours and A-Ning is too hungover for his appointment at the student center this afternoon,” she pauses, probably trying to come up with a punishment she deems horrific enough. Apparently, there is none to her satisfaction. “You just better hope that doesn’t happen, Wei Wuxian. We’ll talk more later.”
Wei Wuxian exhales in relief as she turns to leave. Wei Wuxian can’t help the smile that creeps up his face, “totally worth it,” he says quietly under his breath.
Not quiet enough it would seem. He realizes too late that Wen Qing heard him with her supernatural hearing and she hurls the water at him. It leaves a trail all up his bed, but the majority of it does smack him right in the face. He yowls at the cold, jumping up to get away from the puddle forming on his lap.
He scrambles to shake some of the water off and then dives his hands back into the sheets.
“Fuck Wen Qing, Jesus Christ, my PHONE was next to me!”
He turns to face her, but she’s already gone.
Wei Wuxian quickly grabs the phone and wipes the water off of it. The screen lights up, thank god, and tells him it’s 7:38 A.M. Waaaaay too early to be awake, especially after a night out. Wei Wuxian grumbles as he gets back into his bed, crawling over the wet side, and smacks a pillow over his face.
He will sleep for many more hours, wake up with an awful headache, and then meet all his friends at Denny’s. Wen Ning will not be hungover, he will go to his meeting, Wen Qing will thus have no reason to poison him when they all go for dim sum after. That’s what Saturdays are for.
Wei Wuxian sits bolt upright. Saturday . Shit. Shit shit shit, he’s supposed to meet Lan Wangji in the library in TWENTY minutes!
Oh my god he is supposed to meet Lan Wangji in twenty minutes. Lan Wangji who is also known as Jade. Lan Wangji who he watched hump the ground to a song that definitely had a freaking guqin in it. Lan Wangji who twerked on stage in booty shorts, where Wei Wuxian watched, embarrassingly, with a full ass boner.
“No no, absolutely not,” he tells his body, his dick apparently loving the memories from the previous night. Traitor.
Before he has the opportunity to have a full on panic attack, he forces himself out of bed and bangs out of his room into the bathroom.
His head is pounding, his mouth is dry, he feels like shit. He rifles through the medicine cabinet and pops three ibuprofen into his mouth, chugging water straight from the sink to swallow.
He gets into the ice cold shower, really just to put his dick to sleep, and wake up the rest of his body. He’s out of the water in less than three minutes, a little more awake and blessedly, soft dicked.
He scrambles to put on the closest items of clothing he can find, and at 7:58 A.M. he is flying down the front steps of his house and booking it across campus in black leggings, a gray crewneck that he realizes far too late is not his plain gray crewneck, but the one that Nie Huaisang got him for his birthday last year, the one that has a rooster on the front and in big red letters says: “I <3 COCK.”
–
Wei Wuxian is late despite sprinting across campus at full speed.
He’s swinging the front doors to the law library open at 8:11 A.M. He takes the stairs two at a time, and by the time he makes it to the second floor he’s open-mouth panting. His damp hair is almost completely out of its already messy pony-tail, and there are little front bits sticking to his sweat slick forehead.
Lan Wangji is not hard to find as he’s the only one here, in the law library, on a Saturday, at eight fucking o’clock in the morning.
Apparently Lan Wangji heard Wei Wuxian barreling up the stairs and has turned in his chair to face him, which, damn. Wei Wuxian was kind of hoping that after last night Lan Wangji would’ve bailed.
He has that judgmental eyebrow raised, and he’s taking in Wei Wuxian’s state of disarray, eyes lingering on the sweatshirt. He is looking, Wei Wuxian realizes, at the mess that is Wei Wuxian with unmistakable amusement.
Wei Wuxian’s cheeks flame up. How is it that he’s the one embarrassed? He wasn’t the one on stage last night, taking off his clothes, giving innocent men unwanted boners.
But Lan Wangji doesn’t look perturbed in the slightest. He’s back to his business casual attire in tan linen trousers and a soft looking blue long sleeve sweater that has white clouds as the elbow pads.
His hair is pulled back in a loose French braid, a few pieces in the front pulled out to frame his face. Ugh, his face. He’s not wearing makeup anymore, but his skin still looks like it was sculpted out of marble and freshly polished.
He did not look like someone who was sliding down a pole in pleasers less than twelve hours ago. For a moment Wei Wuxian thinks that maybe he had dreamt the whole thing.
Ignoring all the sirens in his head telling him to turn around, run away, change his name, and live in a cave for the rest of his life, he paints on an unconvincing casual grin and walks up to Lan Wangji, whose eyes follow him all the way to seat beside him.
Wei Wuxian drops his bag and plops into the chair, resolutely not looking at Lan Wangji, deciding instead to study a very interesting piece of ceiling.
They’re totally going to have to talk about it. Wei Wuxian doesn’t think he can make it through the morning talking about when the Hague Convention participants deemed it acceptable to take in prisoners of war without acknowledging the nipple piercings that Wei Wuxian knows are existing beneath that powder blue sweater.
Not knowing how to start this horribly awkward interaction, Wei Wuxian stalls another minute by yanking the falling rubber band out from his hair, wincing a little at the harsh pull, and goes about putting his hair back up. When he chances a look at Lan Wangji, he’s staring at him, unblinking, unabashed, un-fucking-comfortably.
Wei Wuxian realizes that they’ve now both been at the table for at least two full minutes and neither of them has said anything. Wei Wuxian clears his throat.
“Uh, hi,” he says. Okay, not bad. Off to a good start. It seems to snap Lan Wangji out of his fixed gaze. He turns back to the many open books in front of him.
“You’re late,” he says looking at the book in front of him.
Wei Wuxian huffs out a laugh. Of course Lan Wangji’s main concern right now is the eleven minutes of research time they have lost.
“Yeah uh, sorry, overslept.” He realizes that if Wen Qing hadn’t burst in and tried to waterboard him, he would’ve completely slept through this meeting with Lan Wangji.
Damn, even when she’s dumping ice water on him, Wen Qing is still saving his ass. He makes a mental note to buy her a huge latte from the bougie cafe on his way back to the house.
“Mmn,” Lan Wangji says, and Wei Wuxian is not sure if he is being reprimanded or not. Lan Wangji doesn’t say anything else.
Okay, so maybe they don’t have to talk about it? Maybe they can both just be normal about it? Wei Wuxian can be normal. Wei Wuxian can totally be normal about things. The “be normal” challenge? Accepted.
“We need to read through the Protocol before we start on the hypothetical,” Lan Wangji tells him, “Did you bring your book?”
Wei Wuxian nods absently, his eyes have drifted to where Lan Wangji’s fingers are holding the textbook in his lap. Those fingers looked so graceful wrapped around the pole as Lan Wangji took off his top layer, revealing his soft shiny skin as he spun down to the ground.
Oh god, no, don’t think about that, Wei Wuxian. That is 100% not being normal about it.
He tries to snap himself out of his head and pay attention to the Lan Wangji in front of him — the clothed, working on a school project Lan Wangji, not the basically naked, gyrating on a pole, making Wei Wuxian think dirty thoughts Lan Wangji from last night.
Lan Wangji abruptly snaps his fingers right in front of Wei Wuxian’s face.
“Ah- mmm, what? What did you say?” Wei Wuxian focuses his eyes on a very clearly annoyed Lan Wangji.
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Lan Wangji says evenly, which is kind of a bitchy response if you were to ask Wei Wuxian, who is also kind of a bitch. Wei Wuxian can’t help himself, apparently. He simply must retaliate.
“Damn, okay, jeez. I’m sorry, sir,” Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow, darken. Wei Wuxian continues, “It won’t happen again, I promiseeeee,” he says with the fakest of sincerity, batting his eyelashes and puffing out his lips.
Lan Wangji does not look impressed.
“Good,” he says seriously, with a nod, not letting Wei Wuxian win, “Will you be able to focus long enough to read the Protocol?” He adds, like the shameless bitch that he is.
Wei Wuxian huffs, but can’t come up with a retort that’s not just “yeah,” petulantly, so he takes the L. He digs into his bag to take out a notebook, a pen, and his textbook. He flips through to the chapter with the Hague Conventions.
His head is definitely spinning a bit too much for doing work this early in the morning after drinking the night before. They read and take notes in companionable quiet for a good twelve minutes before Wei Wuxian’s mind starts to wander.
It’s not that Wei Wuxian wants to make Lan Wangji uncomfortable. He knows that if a dancer is recognized out in public, they probably don’t want to be approached off the clock, and that dancers choose a stage name for a reason. If Lan Wangji doesn’t want to talk about it with him, he shouldn’t have to.
He can hear Lan Wangji’s pen carefully swirling on the notebook page as he takes notes on the reading, but all Wei Wuxian is thinking about is Lan Wangji’s nipple piercings.
Does he always wear rings, or does he have barbells? When did he get them pierced? Was it specifically for work? Or did he get them for, uh, other reasons ?
Wei Wuxian ponders thoughtfully, chewing on the end of his pen, thinking about putting Lan Wangji’s nipple in his mouth and playing with the ring with his tongue. His eyes flutter shut.
“Ow! Shit, what the -“ Wei Wuxian’s eyes fly open to where Lan Wangji has a death grip on his wrist, having just yanked it so that the pen was no longer in his mouth. Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide. Was he just suckling on the end of his pen fantasizing that it was Lan Wangji’s nipple…. while sitting next to Lan Wangji?
Lan Wangji is glaring at Wei Wuxian’s mouth, and then the line of spit that was connecting his bottom lip to the pen breaks, leaving Wei Wuxian with a line of drool down his chin. He does not think he could be any more mortified with himself, until he notices that his dick is starting to fill out. This is the worst moment of Wei Wuxian’s life, amongst stiff competition.
Lan Wangji’s stare is burning into Wei Wuxian, he looks like he wants to choke him out. Hhhhhhh, that thought is not helping the downstairs situation.
Eventually, Lan Wangji releases his wrist and says darkly, “that’s unsanitary,” eyes lingering on the spit on Wei Wuxian’s chin.
And then he’s back to his work, leaving Wei Wuxian to wipe the drool from his chin and try to secretly adjust his traitorous cock. He really should’ve tried to get off last night, his dick has been absolutely relentless since he counted Lan Wangji’s abs on stage.
He tries to go back to the reading, he really does. For like, a whole five more minutes.
The thing is, it’s not so much the fact that Lan Wangji is a stripper. Like yeah, was it the shock of the century that the boy who brought his own cloth napkin to the cafeteria in high school is now a main act stripper? Sure. But it’s unfortunately so much more than that.
The way that Lan Wangji can move his body. His body in general. Wei Wuxian has never seen, has never experienced anything like Lan Wangji before.
He puts his pen down and stretches his arms over his head, rolling his neck. There are a few other students working quietly on the floor now. Most likely actual law students that have to come in to the library on a Saturday morning, not other sophomore undergrads.
Wei Wuxian takes a deep breathe. He can do this. They are just going to work on their project for a few hours, Lan Wangji obviously is completely un-phased by last night, or doesn’t want to talk about it, so why should Wei Wuxian make it into a thing?
Okay, back to the plan. Be normal. Pretend it didn’t happen.
“So are we just going to like, not talk about it?” He blurts out, instead.
Lan Wangji’s pen halts on the page, he closes his eyes for a few moments, opens them, and then continues to write.
Wei Wuxian is still staring at him, while Lan Wangji goes on writing a note about postal military ships.
Wei Wuxian’s entire body is turned to face Lan Wangji. Just when he’s starting to get worried that Lan Wangji is actually going to just ignore him, he finishes his thought, puts his pen down, and slowly swivels his chair to face Wei Wuxian. His face looks both terrifying and completely serene.
Wei Wuxian swallows nervously, Lan Wangji’s gaze flicks to his throat, then back up to meet his eyes.
“Talk about what?”
He has his eyebrows raised. It’s a challenge. Has Lan Wangji always been this bitchy?
“About wh- about, about! About what he says!” Wei Wuxian hears how frantic he sounds, can see a few heads turning their way.
“Quiet,” Lan Wangji warns, voice low.
Wei Wuxian shutters, feels like a dog hitting an electric fence. He also feels like he is going insane. He tries to collect himself.
“Fine, be that way. I don’t even care,” sounding like a child. Maybe he is still be a little drunk. He turns back to his book and pretends to read.
Lan Wangji doesn’t reply, and also goes back to his textbook. He hasn’t even picked up his pen when Wei Wuxian talks again.
“How long have you been dancing?”
Lan Wangji sighs.
“How did you learn? Like how did you get that good ?”
Lan Wangji closes his eyes.
“Was it weird that I was there? I promise, I won’t tell or anything! Seriously, I swear.”
Lan Wangji is not responding and it’s making Wei Wuxian go a little manic.
“Hey, hey! Lan Zhan, answer me!” He says a little too loud.
Again, heads turn as Wei Wuxian’s voice carries throughout the quiet of the library.
Lan Wangji opens his eyes, stands up, grabs Wei Wuxian’s wrist, again, and yanks it, again, until he stands too. Then Lan Wangji is dragging him away from the table.
Wei Wuxian stumbles on a leg of his chair getting up and Lan Wangji quickly yanks his wrist up above his head so that he doesn’t topple to the ground. It’s not a very dignified way to be caught.
Lan Wangji does not look back, nor does he let go of Wei Wuxian’s wrist. He walks them past the tables of sleepy grad students, down an aisle with obscenely old looking books, through the stacks, and finally stops in front of a group study room so abruptly that Wei Wuxian walks right into his back.
“Ooof. Haha, sorry Lan Zhan, but uh where are we go-“ Wei Wuxian feels the wind get knocked out of him as Lan Wangji pushes him into one of the rooms, flipping the sign on the door from “Available” to “In Use,” and closes the door.
The doors are glass, completely transparent for about a foot from the floor, and a few feet from the ceiling, but the bulk of the glass is frosted. Someone walking by could make out shapes close to the door, but the back of the room would be much fuzzier.
The room has a table identical to the one they were sitting at outside on the main floor, with four chairs around it. There’s an ugly green couch that looks stiffer than stone along the back wall, and there’s a television mounted on the wall that has cords to plug into your laptop wrapped around the metal mount.
Wei Wuxian turns to look at Lan Wangji as he closes the door. He looks pissed.
“You cannot talk loudly about such things in a public library, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji is glowering at him, and Wei Wuxian winces at the angry way in which he says his name.
Wei Wuxian feels the guilt bloom in his chest and he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. His hungover brain aches.
“Ah. Aha, I’m sorry, Lan Zhan, you’re right,” he lets out a breath, drops his shoulders, and meets Lan Wangji’s eyes. “That was shitty of me,” he says. He means it.
Lan Wangji doesn’t say anything, but he regards Wei Wuxian curiously, like he’s trying to make up his mind about something, and the decision is somewhere on Wei Wuxian’s face. And then he turns to leave, reaching for the door handle.
Wei Wuxian panics. He doesn’t want Lan Wangji mad at him. He really doesn’t want him to think that Wei Wuxian doesn’t respect him or what he does. He really really doesn’t want Lan Wangji to walk out that door.
“Wait! Wait please, Lan Zhan, please. Please wait a second,” Wei Wuxian’s plea comes out a little pathetic, but Lan Wangji does stop, stills his hand on the door knob.
Wei Wuxian licks his lips, this is his chance he thinks, don’t fuck this up.
“Please. I know that I shouldn’t have just like, started demanding information from you. Lan Zhan, I swear, I’m not trying to be a dick about it or make you uncomfortable. I know you don’t owe me anything just because I saw you, uh, working. I know it should be your decision, Lan Zhan, if you ever want to acknowledge it with me. Like, I know these things, Lan Zhan. I swear, I know them, Lan Zhan.”
He doesn’t know how to explain himself, how to make the words make sense. He really wants Lan Wangji to turn around and look at him.
“Lan Zhan?” It comes out quieter than he intended.
Lan Wangji’s shoulders relax a bit, and he takes his hand off the door handle. Encouraged by the small concession, Wei Wuxian rubs his nose with his pointer finger to think, and then continues.
“It’s just like, Lan Zhan, you were… amazing… I’ve never seen anything like that before in my entire life, and I guess I just don’t know what to do with it, I haven't had time to process it. It’s driving me insane, clearly. You are driving me insane.“ Wei Wuxian sucks his lips into his mouth and holds them closed with his teeth. What in the fuck is he saying. It feels like the words are coming out of their own volition from a storage unit in his brain he didn’t know existed.
And yet, against all odds, Lan Wangji turns around. He has a little furrow in his brow and his bottom lip has fallen open just a touch. He continues to look at Wei Wuxian like he’s trying to find something in his face.
The silence is excruciating. Wei Wuxian un-clamps his teeth from the inside of his lips.
“Aha, hm. I would also like to point out that it is so very early in the morning, on a Saturday, and I’ve had like zero hours on my own to process your nipple piercings, so if you think about it, this is a little your fault too!” Damn, that’s not exactly what he meant to say. He is really bad at apologies.
“Also! I am hungover and trying to work on a research project next to someone who I now know can move their body like… like, ah!” Wei Wuxian is flustered, overwhelmed, does Lan Wangji really not get why Wei Wuxian is now deranged in his presence? He pushes out a breath in frustration and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.
It’s quiet again for a moment. Wei Wuxian expects to hear the door open, and Lan Wangji’s footsteps getting quieter.
“You are acting this way because… You… Liked it?” Lan Wangji’s voice is low, it sounds a little unsure, but it’s laced with something Wei Wuxian doesn’t recognize, something sneaky.
Wei Wuxian is completely taken aback by the question. He’s trying to remember anything he said in his rants to make that question fit into this conversation and just gets more confused. But he figures that as long as Lan Wangji is talking to him, he shouldn’t question it. He doesn’t know where this is going, but he’ll follow Lan Wangji anywhere.
“Well…. Yeah. Of course I did,” he comes out kind of snappy. Why is Lan Wangji making him state the obvious?
He then remembers that he is, in fact, the one in the wrong. So he softens, continues, “You are.. I mean, haha, you know, your show is… the way you… your body moves… it’s…” he lets out a breath, “Yeah, it’s very good.”
He suddenly feels extremely vulnerable in his honesty. It’s going to be hard to explain his newly developed complex for Lan Wangji’s performance without also confessing his desperate yearning to ride his magnificent dick.
“Very… Good,” Lan Wangji repeats slowly, it almost sounds like a question, but he drops his hand from the handle and takes a step towards Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian gulps. If Lan Wangji tries to murder him in the study room, someone would hear it, right?
Lan Wangji’s fervent stare is impossible to read. Wei Wuxian feels exposed, like Lan Wangji is seeing something in him that he is trying to keep secret, but he doesn’t know what it is he is supposed to be hiding. Wei Wuxian wants to jump out of his skin and out from under Lan Wangji’s microscope. He wishes Lan Wangji would say something else, anything. The silence is torture, and Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Wangji can hold a silence far longer than he could ever hope to.
“Mmm…. Mhm, yeah, it was really good. We were all blown away. The way you can… and when you… with the… and your…” Wei Wuxian is flapping his arms around with very little control, not at all indicating any of the things Lan Wangji did last night. “And then with the…. I mean, Lan Zhan, I have never wished to be the floor of a stage before, didn’t even know that was a feeling one could possibly have! But when you did those hip rolls, holy hell how did you learn how to do that?!”
The ramble starts to feel good, the ramble feels familiar. Wei Wuxian can ramble.
“And all in pleasers! And your skin was like diamonds! Seriously, where did you get that body glitter?” Wei Wuxian licks his lips at the memory, “and you just, ugh! You moved like a sex god, but like, with the grace of an angel, you know what I mean? Like if you can do that on stage, I can’t even imagine what you’re like-“ he cuts himself off. He is concerned that he may be working himself up a bit. Time to redirect.
“And your NIPPLES! Lan Zhan you have your NIPPLES pierce-“
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji interjects, not loudly, but firm enough to cut Wei Wuxian off mid-word. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of Wei Wuxian throughout his monologue, but he narrows them now, and there’s a little quirk to his lip, like he’s figured out the thing he was contemplating. It’s very disconcerting for Wei Wuxian.
“You… Liked what you saw?” His voice sounds sexy as hell. Is he doing that on purpose? And why is he asking this question again? Seriously, what is Lan Wangji playing at?
“YES! Yes! Okay?! I loved it! God damn, for someone who says they don’t like repeating themself you just asked the same question like three times.”
Yeah, Wei Wuxian is definitely worked up.
And Lan Wangji’s mouth DEFINITELY flinches up into a smirk this time, but he quickly steals his expression.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice is still low, but his name is devoid of the earlier anger. He sounds almost sultry, “Are you thinking about it? About me, right now?”
Wei Wuxian’s brain stutters.
He wracks his brain for any other meaning behind Lan Wangji’s question, because if he misinterprets the way that Lan Wangji is now looking at him like he’s a fucking snack, there will truly be no recovering from it.
Wei Wuxian is very warm all of a sudden, and his dick is stirring, begging him to take the risk.
“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian breathes. It comes out a little shaky.
Lan Wangji’s pupils dilate, he definitely notices Wei Wuxian adjusting his stance, trying to subtly rearrange his dick. He steps closer to Wei Wuxian.
“Hm,” Lan Wangji says noncommittally, and he tucks his arms behind his back, clasping his hands together at the base of his spine.
“And your thoughts of me are so distracting to you,” he’s talking like he’s giving a presentation, “that they have rendered you incapable of reading?” He raises his eyebrow like a detective revealing who the murderer is — it makes him look so fucking smug.
Wei Wuxian is sure that Lan Wangji if fucking with him now, trying to humiliate him. Wei Wuxian is unfortunately, very into it.
Lan Wangji walks towards and around Wei Wuxian, coming up behind him. He stands close enough that Wei Wuxian can feel the presence of his body, can sense they must be mere inches apart, but Lan Wangji doesn’t touch him.
His mouth feels dry and he swallows with difficulty. His brain feels like it’s going a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say that will prolong the game they’re playing.
“Mhm. Uh huh.” God, he already sounds like he’s moaning and Lan Wangji has done nothing but ask him two fucking questions. His dick is way too interested in Lan Wangji standing behind him, almost pressed up against his back.
Then Wei Wuxian feels Lan Wangji lean over, his loose hair grazing Wei Wuxian’s shoulder as he puts his lips as close to his ear as physically possible without actually touching him. His breath is hot on Wei Wuxian’s skin as he whispers, “Wei Ying,” and his name sounds wet against his ear, it sounds loaded, and Wei Wuxian bites back the noise crawling up his throat.
“Did I make you hard?” His voice is gruff and it gives Wei Wuxian goose bumps all over.
“ Fuck ,” Wei Wuxian was not expecting that. “Fuck, Lan Zhan, give a warning before you ask something like that,” the breathy words come out labored, and he has to concentrate on keeping his knees from buckling beneath him.
“Mn… Warning. Did I make you hard?” Lan Wangji says. He’s backed away from Wei Wuxian’s ear – Wei Wuxian wants to lean back into him, and also maybe slap him for being so smug, or maybe just be slapped by him.
Wei Wuxian huffs, his brain too scrambled for a witty comeback. He also thinks that Lan Wangji is enjoying this, is enjoying seeing Wei Wuxian like this, and Wei Wuxian is really enjoying being enjoyed. He tries to think of a hot way to respond to Lan Wangji’s question.
“Yeah. Yeah… rock hard.” That sounded a lot more dignified in his head. He blushes and curses at himself in his head.
“Hmmm,” Lan Wangji feigns thoughtfulness, as if there was much to consider regarding making Wei Wuxian “rock hard.”
Lan Wangji takes a finger and traces Wei Wuxian’s spine, pushing in at the nape of his neck and dragging all the way down to his tailbone. Wei Wuxian almost yelps in surprise, his skin jumping under the unexpected touch. His brain has gone offline. His dick is aggressively pushing against his leggings.
That’s enough playful banter, Wei Wuxian thinks. He has no more resolve for the witty back and forth they’re doing - or that Lan Wangji is doing.
“Fuuuck Lan Zhan, okay. Look this is really fun and all, but are you going to let me suck your dick soon? I really want to suck your dick.” Well! No going back now! He’s so turned on, he’s ready to beg Lan Wangji to let him suck his cock.
“On your knees, then,” Lan Wangji says, like the merciful man he is. His voice sounds like it has dropped an octave, and it’s dripping with anticipation.
Wei Wuxian feels relief wash over him like a mini-orgasm. It feels like a victory as he drops to his knees.
Lan Wangji steps to bracket his legs, pushing his crotch against the side and back of Wei Wuxian’s head. He turns his head to press his face into where he can feel Lan Wangji’s soft cock. It’s soft, but damn, it’s substantial.
The soft fabric against his skin, the warm touch of a body, the knowledge that it’s Lan Wangji pressed up against him is euphoric, and Wei Wuxian’s body is buzzing in satisfaction.
“Is this what you thought about?”
Wei Wuxian almost doesn’t hear the question, he’s lost himself nuzzling Lan Wangji’s crotch. He takes a deep inhale, smells him. Lan Wangji’s laundry detergent is definitely unscented, but still has that clean smell, and it’s mixed with the faint beginnings of arousal.
“Mmmm mhm, and more,” he says in a pleased mumble. He feels a spark of confidence at the swelling against his cheek. He pushes against it, and tilts his head up with big puppy dog eyes, rubbing his entire face along the length to look up at Lan Wangji’s face.
Infuriatingly, Lan Wangji looks completely calm, unaffected. That is unacceptable. Wei Wuxian can feel that Lan Wangji has an opinion about this, even if his face remains impassive.
“More?” Lan Wangji asks, looking down at him.
Wei Wuxian nods, not breaking eye contact as he swivels around on his knees to face Lan Wangji, rubbing his hands up Lan Wangji’s thighs. He hears a short staggered intake of breath from above. Wei Wuxian smirks. That’s more like it.
He dives for Lan Wangji’s belt buckle, but gets his hands batted away. Wei Wuxian does not appreciate that, he looks up in question.
“Hands behind your back, Wei Ying.” The command goes straight to Wei Wuxian’s cock, which is becoming very visible in just leggings.
He obeys. Clasping his hands together behind him before leaning in to nuzzle Lan Wangji’s crotch with his nose again.
The sharp pain is instant and he lets out an involuntary noise as Lan Wangji yanks his ponytail back, hard. Little arousal sparks radiate from his scalp. Lan Wangji pulls again, forcing Wei Wuxian’s head up to look at him, and that elicits a short closed mouth moan from Wei Wuxian.
Their eyes meet, Lan Wangji cocks his head and looks at the sight beneath him - Wei Wuxian, on his knees, hands behind his back, staring up at him with pleading eyes while Lan Wangji holds him by the ponytail.
“So desperate,” he remarks casually. It sounds like he’s saying it to himself more than Wei Wuxian.
He yanks the tie out of Wei Wuxian’s hair, still holding eye contact, and Wei Wuxian punches out an exhale at the sharp pain. His dick is fully hard, stretching his leggings. Lan Wangji gently tucks the mess of hair that’s fallen around Wei Wuxian’s neck and face behind his ears before leaning over and behind him to secure the band around his hands. Wei Wuxian gasps.
“Since you cannot seem to control yourself,” Lan Wangji says, snapping the hair tie once around Wei Wuxian’s wrist. Wei Wuxian squeezes his eyes shut briefly at the pointed stimulation. Wei Wuxian feels so stupid for ever thinking that Lan Wangji had boring sex — this beautiful, put together man in front of him is a little freak.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says breathlessly as Lan Wangji stands up straight in front of him again, “I never would’ve thought you would be so…. So ruthless,” he looks up to meet Lan Wangji’s eyes and smirks a little.
“I’m giving you what you asked for,” he replies simply and traces his pointer finger under Wei Wuxian’s chin. Wei Wuxian closes his eyes to enjoy the soft touch. Lan Wangji’s fingers move up and brush against Wei Wuxian’s lips, he instinctively opens them to let the pointer finger run along the inside of his bottom lip.
“You are so desperate, Wei Ying, that you are incapable of reading a simple text unless I let you suck my cock,” Lan Wangji sounds so confident , completely unabashed at the salacious things he’s saying.
He is, of course, 100% correct. The embarrassment Wei Wuxian feels warming his cheeks just turns him on more. He looks up at Lan Wangji’s eyes and they’re all pupils.
“Uh huh. Yeah. Lan Zhan, I’m desperate for it. I’ve been desperate for it. I watched you grab your soft cock on stage and I wanted to know how it would feel, hard, hitting the back of my throat.”
Lan Wangji brings his other hand to grip Wei Wuxian’s hair again and Wei Wuxian moans, he doesn’t hold back, making it loud and throaty.
“Fuck Lan Zhan, please let me suck your dick,” he says in a shameless whine. If this is what does it for Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian will lean into his role whole-heartedly.
“Be patient,” Lan Wangji says firmly, in time with a hair tug. He takes Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip between his thumb and two fingers, pulls down until Wei Wuxian opens his mouth.
“You made a scene out there. Talking loudly and shamelessly.” The pull stretching his bottom lip is bordering on pain, but Lan Wangji doesn’t let go. He’s looking at Wei Wuxian’s mouth like it’s a tool he’s getting ready to use.
“This mouth…” he continues, considering.
“…Cannot speak if it’s full.” Wei Wuxian’s cock jumps and his whole body jerks. Lan Wangji tightens his hold in his hair. He releases the bottom lip and pushes three fingers roughly all the way into Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
Wei Wuxian coughs in surprise, eyes watering instantly. His brain catches up with the sensation after a moment and he closes his lips around the fingers - the fingers he’s become absolutely obsessed with in less than twelve hours. He closes his eyes and starts sucking.
He is a little embarrassed at how good it feels to have something in his mouth. He sucks Lan Wangji’s beautiful fingers greedily, gathering spit and swirling his tongue around and in between each finger, bobbing his head to pull them into his mouth more.
“So greedy, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, it sounds like a praise, and Wei Wuxian moans around the fingers before nodding in agreement. He wants Lan Wangji to keep telling him how desperate he looks, how helpless and needy he is. He wants Lan Wangji to never stop shoving things into his mouth to suck on.
Abruptly, Lan Wangji rips his fingers out, and Wei Wuxian definitely would have fallen forward chasing them if it weren’t for Lan Wangji’s firm grip in his hair holding him back. He mewls at the loss and opens his eyes.
Lan Wangji is definitely hard now. Wei Wuxian is staring at a very long thick outline in the linen pants in front of his face. His mouth waters and he licks his lips.
“Open,” Lan Wangji tells him. Wei Wuxian looks up at him and obediently opens his mouth.
“Do you want my cock in your mouth, Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asks, and Wei Wuxian nods frantically, mouth open like a dog.
“Stay,” he commands as he lets go of Wei Wuxian’s hair to start unbuckling his belt. Wei Wuxian is shaking with excitement and arousal. He’s about to see Lan Wangji’s cock. He is going to have Lan Wangji’s cock in his mouth.
Lan Wangji unbuckles his belt, slides down his zipper, and reaches into no doubt designer white boxer briefs to take out his cock.
Wow.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes bulge in awe and slight apprehension. Lan Wangji is big . Like not just “oh that’s a pretty big dick” big, but like hung . His cock is long and thick, fully hard, and a deep red in Lan Wangji’s pale hand.
Wei Wuxian has sucked his fair share of dicks, and they all pale in comparison to Lan Wangji’s.
Wei Wuxian’s own cock is starting to hurt at how hard it is, he wants to know what Lan Wangji’s cock would feel like against his own, what it would feel like to have them both in Lan Wangji’s big soft hand. He tries to shift a little on his knees to adjust himself. Lan Wangji strokes his cock slowly and Wei Wuxian furrows his brow in jealousy. He whines, open-mouthed, in annoyance, and when he looks up at Lan Wangji, the bastard is smirking down at him.
“Are you going to be good for me, Wei Ying? Going to be good and suck my cock?”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes flutter close for a moment, letting the words wash over him like a wave of ecstasy. He is trying valiantly not to pass out with how light-headed with need he is.
Lan Wangji must take that as a yes because Wei Wuxian feels the warm head of Lan Wangji’s cock stroke his cheek. He opens his eyes to look, Lan Wangji is staring back down at him, and he looks so powerful standing above Wei Wuxian, he looks so fucking hot.
Lan Wangji taps his cock against Wei Wuxian’s cheek and says, “Do not move unless I tell you.”
Wei Wuxian shudders again. Then Lan Wangji is placing the warm head gently on Wei Wuxian’s tongue, and Wei Wuxian’s head is screaming at him to close his mouth and suck on it, suck it in, swallow it. But he refrains, waiting for Lan Wangji to tell him what to do.
He taps the head teasingly twice on Wei Wuxian’s tongue, whose mouth has been open for so long that it’s too dry to really taste or feel it. Which is so mean.
Even meaner, Lan Wangji removes his cock completely. Wei Wuxian whines loudly.
Lan Wangji gives him a stern look.
“Close your mouth and get wet for me.”
Wei Wuxian’s cock throbs at the lewd command. He quickly closes his mouth and forces a swallow, starts sucking inside to make as much spit as he can, as fast as he can.
Once his mouth feels wet and warm again he looks up at Lan Wangji, who’s stroking himself slow and steady.
“Please,” Wei Wuxian says, his voice sounds rough, like he’s already been sucking dick. He knows he’s about to get so wrecked. Lan Wangji looks down at him for another moment, giving his cock another deft stroke. He takes his free hand and brushes Wei Wuxian’s cheek with the back of his fingers - it’s such a tender action amidst everything else that’s happening.
“Open, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice is soft, and Wei Wuxian knows he's finally going to be given what he wants. He opens his mouth, closes his eyes, and feels Lan Wangji slowly place his cock on Wei Wuxian’s tongue again, and this time he quietly says, “You may suck now.”
And Wei Wuxian does. He finally, gloriously, closes his mouth around the head and moans in relief.
Now is his time to fucking shine. Wei Wuxian is good at sucking dick, he knows it, has been told many times, and he is going to do everything in his power to make this his best blow job to date. He is going to make it so good for Lan Wangji that he moans, so that Wei Wuxian can see that beautiful, composed face get vulnerable with pleasure.
He swirls his tongue all the way around the head, gathers his warm spit and sucks it tight. He makes the tip of his tongue hard and flicks it rapidly up and down the sensitive under part of the head.
He keeps sucking, trying to lean forward and urge Lan Wangji to give him more, but he’s still got a firm grip in Wei Wuxian’s hair, holding him off.
“Hm. Finally done talking,” Lan Wangji says approvingly, still firmly holding the majority of his cock outside of Wei Wuxian’s mouth. Slowly, he lets more slide into Wei Wuxian’s mouth, loosening the grip in his hair minutely so that Wei Wuxian can bob his head a bit to get his mouth around the next few inches.
It’s so warm, and it’s so thick . Wei Wuxian can feel his cheeks and jaw working more than usual to get around it and suck. He opens his eyes and oh my god there is still so much of it left. Wei Wuxian has definitely never taken a cock this big in his mouth, or anywhere, and he feels determination well up in him to take this beautiful gigantic cock all the way down his throat. And when Wei Wuxian is determined, he’s unstoppable. Or relentless at the very least.
“Your mouth is so much better with my cock in it,” Lan Wangji informs him in a low gruff tone. Wei Wuxian lets out a throaty moan so that it vibrates around his cock. Lan Wangji’s hips jerk forward just a little and Wei Wuxian proudly takes in the extra length, eagerly hollowing his cheeks and licking all around the new skin.
“Do you want more, Wei Ying?” He asks as if he doesn’t already know. Wei Wuxian answers with another moan and a flick of tongue around the head because yeah, he does.
Wei Wuxian is rewarded by Lan Wangji releasing the hand on his cock so that it’s held only in Wei Wuxian’s mouth. Lan Wangji runs his fingers through Wei Wuxian’s hair with both hands now, scratching his scalp luxuriously before getting a tight grip on two fistfuls of hair. It sends shivers through Wei Wuxian’s body.
His grip is tight but he lets Wei Wuxian set the pace, bobbing his head slowly, his mouth adjusting to the girth. Without Lan Wangji holding it, his cock is heavy on Wei Wuxian’s tongue, his jaw is already starting to ache.
Lan Wangji lets Wei Wuxian suck him off at his own pace for a while, lets him enjoy moving his tongue and mouth up and down his smooth cock. Wei Wuxian has always loved sucking dick, but he has never loved it as much as he loves it right now. Lan Wangji feels amazing on his tongue, and he loses himself in a languid rhythm, slowly taking him deeper and deeper.
Eventually, Lan Wangji stills him with a quick tug on his hair that sends sharp pleasure pain straight to Wei Wuxian’s leaking cock and he chokes on his moan. His brow is scrunched in concentration and he tries to pull against Lan Wangji’s hold. He doesn’t want to stop.
“Be good, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says firmly. His words join the pleasure shots going to Wei Wuxian’s neglected cock, making it twitch.
“Can you be good for me? Can you take my big cock further into that pretty little mouth of yours? All the way down your throat?” His voice is low and dirty, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on in his entire life. His head is still firmly held in place, so he tightens his tongue and cheeks around the length still in his mouth as response.
“Good boy,” Lan Wangji praises, and then drops his voice, “I’m going to put your interminable mouth to work for me,” he says it in a tone that makes Wei Wuxian’s head spin. He holds Wei Wuxian’s head firmly, pulls his cock out so that just the head is sucked tightly inside his lips. Wei Wuxian laps his tongue around it to taste the pre-cum leaking out of him.
Lan Wangji slowly rolls his hips forward, pushing his cock back into Wei Wuxian’s mouth; he keeps going until the head of his cock hits the back of his throat. It takes Wei Wuxian by surprise and he coughs, his throat rejecting the intrusion. Lan Wangji pulls Wei Wuxian’s head back roughly so that his cock leaves his mouth entirely, bobbing full and shiny with spit in front of Wei Wuxian’s face.
Wei Wuxian sputters, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! Come back, Lan Zhan, I can do it, I can take you, I promise!” His voice is whiny and rough, his mouth going a little slack, missing the fullness of Lan Wangji.
Their eyes meet and Lan Wangji gives him an incomprehensible look, tightens his lips, and says, “Then take it.”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide, pupils blown, and he feels a bead of pre-cum almost shoot out of him, soaking his leggings.
He takes a deep breath and licks his lips. He opens his mouth and leans forward, bringing the head of Lan Wangji’s cock back into his mouth - where it belongs - with only his tongue and lips.
He looks up at Lan Wangji and his eyes are pleading. Lan Wangji’s face darkens in satisfaction and starts to push back into Wei Wuxian’s mouth. This time, when the head of Lan Wangji’s cock reaches his throat, Wei Wuxian is ready. He closes his eyes, sucks in a breath from his nose and fights the urge to cough with every fiber of his being.
Lan Wangji stills a moment, letting Wei Wuxian adjust to him. Wei Wuxian furrows his brow in determination, pushes his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, helping his throat relax and open, and envelopes the head of Lan Wangji’s cock into the tight hot tunnel of his throat.
Lan Wangji hisses quietly in pleasure. Wei Wuxian thinks it’s the first Lan Wangji sex sound he’s heard and it ignites a frenzy within him. He moans a hard vibration around Lan Wangji before swallowing, tightening even more around him.
Lan Wangji groans and pushes in and out of Wei Wuxian’s throat — Wei Wuxian’s eyes roll back in bliss. Knowing that it’s himself, his own mouth, pleasuring Lan Wangji is so unbelievably hot. It’s even better than if Wei Wuxian was having his own cock deep-throated.
Lan Wangji pulls out of his throat, letting Wei Wuxian take a quick breath through his nose. Wei Wuxian takes the opportunity to circle his tongue around the head of his cock, not letting a silly thing like needing to breathe stop him from working every ounce of pleasure out of this divine cock he begged for. He’s rewarded with an involuntary hip stutter before Lan Wangji is pushing back in again.
Wei Wuxian’s throat has finally gotten the memo, and easily relaxes as Lan Wangji sinks into it. The thickness of his cock stretches Wei Wuxian’s throat, putting pressure on his jugular. The new sensation sets off fireworks in his brain, every inch of his body feels hot and turned on, every one of his cells is focused on the beautiful man ravishing his mouth and throat.
Wei Wuxian loses himself in the repetitive motions, letting his aching jaw stay slack, only moving his tongue and lips when Lan Wangji pulls out of his throat to give him air every few thrusts. Lan Wangji is rolling his hips into Wei Wuxian like he did on stage, fluid and steady— taut muscles swimming through a pool of honey. It’s better than he could have ever imagined.
Wei Wuxian’s body is dreamily light and fuzzy from the slight asphyxiation. He feels on cloud fucking nine as his body and mind succumb to nothing but experiencing the exquisite sensations. He becomes nothing but a warm object of Lan Wangji’s pleasure. He loves this part of blow jobs, loves how he can completely let himself go in it.
He’s not sure how long it goes on like this, Lan Wangji holding his head still while he relentlessly plunges in and out of him. Wei Wuxian has streams of spit escaping from the corners of his mouth, dribbling all the way down his neck.
Eventually, Wei Wuxian feels one of Lan Wangji’s hands release from his hair to gently wrap around his throat. There’s no pressure from his hand at all, just a feather hold of fingers. Wei Wuxian hums around his cock in response, and he realizes that Lan Wangji is feeling his throat expand at the stretch of his own cock thrusting inside Wei Wuxian.
They groan in tandem at that.
“Wei Ying, look at me,” Lan Wangji’s voice is hoarse and low. It’s a tone Wei Wuxian has never heard from Lan Wangji, and sends a wave of goose bumps all over him. It’s so hot that Wei Wuxian wants to record it. He’d never need to watch porn again.
He opens his eyes and they sting, tear ducts awoken instantly. He looks up at Lan Wangji, and he’s blurry until Wei Wuxian blinks the tears away. Lan Wangji is breathing hard, chest heaving. His face is pinker than Wei Wuxian has ever seen it, and his mouth has dropped open.
He somehow looks even more beautiful than he did on stage, and Wei Wuxian would not have believed that possible. He looks raw, pleasure high, vulnerable. Wei Wuxian has a startling onslaught of tender affection well up in his heart. It should feel a little out of place considering what they’re doing. But Lan Wangji is just so good in every way Wei Wuxian has ever known him. And up close like this, he is blatantly, blindingly, ethereal — stunning.
Wei Wuxian suddenly really has to concentrate on controlling his body, an orgasm threatening to escape his untouched cock. His eyes blur again, refilling with tears, and he quickly blinks, not wanting to miss a second of Lan Wangji like this.
Tears begin to roll down his cheeks and Lan Wangji lifts the hand on Wei Wuxian’s throat to wipe them away. His expression shifts minutely — he’s looking down at Wei Wuxian like he knows him, like he adores what he sees. Warmth spreads throughout undiscovered channels of Wei Wuxian’s body.
Long rounded fingers graze Wei Wuxian’s cheek in homage, soft pads of a pointer finger and thumb gently brushing his lips, feeling where his cock enters and stretches Wei Wuxian. It strangely feels like a romantic moment.
Maybe it’s just the oxygen deprivation.
“You take me so well. Your mouth is so good,” Lan Wangji’s soft praise makes Wei Wuxian preen further in his euphoria.
“You look so good like this,” his voice is so breathy, “Like you were made for me.”
His cock comes out of Wei Wuxian’s throat and Lan Wangji uses the hand in his hair to slowly move Wei Wuxian’s head up and down the upper length of his cock, letting him gather spit and slurp around the head, to moan deeply around it, to let his tongue re-explore all the skin that was just buried in his throat.
“This mouth,” Lan Wangji gracefully runs his pointer finger along Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip, catching some of his spit and rubbing it on the underside of his cock.
“This mouth is… mine ,” he says darkly, possessively. Wei Wuxian almost comes again, flexing all his muscles tightly to hold off.
He flutters his eyelashes up at Lan Wangji, hoping that he can read the expression. Yes yes yes, yours yours yours. He gives the underside of Lan Wangji’s cock a hard wet stroke with his tongue to reiterate his approval.
Lan Wangji’s breath comes out as a stifled a moan. Wei Wuxian wants to smile into his dick. Every second of Lan Wangji like this is better than the last.
“Can you take more, my Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji’s voice sounds sweet, considerate, and then he adds, “Or am I too much for you?” and he’s smizing down at Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian feels a horribly fond competitiveness in his core. He yanks his head hard, pulling out of Lan Wangji’s grip by surprise, and taking his cock all the way down his throat again, swallowing and moaning.
A switch flips. All of Lan Wangji’s playfulness turns predatory. He has both hands gripped tight in Wei Wuxian’s hair at light speed. He starts fucking into Wei Wuxian’s mouth properly, roughly, unrelenting. His thrusts are mean, deep, fast. Wei Wuxian has to close his eyes to concentrate on keeping himself open.
“Look at me while I fuck your mouth,” Lan Wangji growls. Wei Wuxian strains to both keep his eyes open and concentrate on taking Lan Wangji’s cock inhumanly far down his throat without coming and/or dying.
Lan Wangji looks… feral. It’s terrifying, and hot, and so overwhelming. The whiplash in tonality takes Wei Wuxian off guard. His spine turns to jelly under Lan Wangji’s apocalyptic gaze. Lan Wangji is like a rubber band, snapping between such intense extremes. Wei Wuxian has a fleeting thought of just how much he keeps behind his stoic persona.
“You like being on your knees for me, Wei Ying? Shamelessly begging to choke on my cock in the middle of the library.” Lan Wangji’s hips punctuate the word “choke” with a particularly hard thrust down his throat. Spit is beginning to pool on Wei Wuxian’s lap, dripping from his mouth, down his neck and chin and dropping onto his aching knees. The library is carpeted, but it’s that cheap scratchy hard carpet that’s really only a centimeter of material on top of concrete.
“Anyone could walk in and see you like this,” his voice tameless, “Anyone who walks by and looks down can tell that you’re on your knees.”
Damn, that’s true. Wei Wuxian forgot that they are literally in the library, in a room that doesn’t lock, with a strip of clear glass that, from the right angle on the outside, puts Wei Wuxian on his knees, on full display. It’s also definitely not sound proof, and Wei Wuxian has not exactly been quiet. All of these realizations do nothing but excite him. The thought of getting caught, of some unsuspecting law student or staff member walking in on Lan Wangji brutally using Wei Wuxian in complete submission is overwhelmingly erotic. It makes his cheeks flame in imagining the humiliation, and he almost wants it to happen.
Lan Wangji clearly clocks that Wei Wuxian finds this prospect appealing.
“Would you like that, Wei Ying? Want everyone to know what a slut you are for my cock?”
Lan Wangji’s voice comes out jagged, his breath punched out in time with his merciless thrusting. Wei Wuxian’s eyes are trying to roll back into his head. Lan Wangji’s dirty mouth is going to be the end of him. All he can do is moan in response.
Lan Wangji’s hands are steel clamps in his hair, his grip tightening. Wei Wuxian wouldn’t be surprised he comes out of this holding hunks of hair in his hands. All the pleasure pain is mounting — the tug on his scalp, the throb in his knees on the ground, the hair tie isn’t wrapped all that tight around his wrists, but there will definitely be indentations from him straining to keep them in place with his shoulders rolled back behind him — his hands and forearms have gone numb from the awkward position.
They have to have been at this for a while. Lan Wangji has the restraint of a fucking superhero — Wei Wuxian has almost come twice , and his cock hasn’t even been looked at yet, forget having it relentlessly fucked down a throat for the better part of half of hour. But Lan Wangji’s face fucking tenacity is impressively unflagging.
Wei Wuxian starts to worry that he won’t be able to take him all the way to the finish line. He is sweating profusely from the arduous work of keeping his jaw so painfully open, he can feel it beading down his forehead, down his back. His body is shaky, on the verge of collapse from exertion and the prolonged lack of oxygen to all his extremities. His throat is completely demolished.
Wei Wuxian swallows the panic down with Lan Wangji’s cock. He can do this, he wants to do this. He is not going to pull off until he has Lan Wangji’s come running even further down his throat than his cock can reach. If giving Lan Wangji a blow job kills him, well, that would be worth it. He is Wei Wuxian, and he is no quitter.
His conviction zings through every crevice of his body. His own determination makes him feel powerful, strong, and honestly, hot as fuck. Who else can take Lan Wangji’s cock like him? He will make sure that the answer is no one.
He lets the rejuvenation rush through him, and the euphoria brings the pain in Wei Wuxian’s body back to that overwhelmingly exquisite pleasure pain. He can hear Lan Wangji’s ragged breathing, and when he forces his eyes upwards, Lan Wangji’s mouth is wide open, his brow furrowed with a concentration Wei Wuxian has never seen. His eyes keep shutting before he seemingly forces them open to look down at Wei Wuxian.
He wants to watch Wei Wuxian, likes to watch Wei Wuxian suck his cock, it’s hot for him to watch Wei Wuxian take his cock so well.
Lan Wangji FINALLY is starting to look fucking wrecked. He’s sweatily disheveled. He looks just as lost as Wei Wuxian feels — both of them thrashing together in a private harmony. It’s radiant, a heightened wakefulness, swimming together in this secret pool of them .
Wei Wuxian feels the end of something within him surrender — a full dive into something. He moans deep and long, making his entire throat vibrate around Lan Wangji, who lets out an adorably low moan from his slack mouth.
Wei Wuxian is going to take this man apart from his knees if it’s the last thing he does. He moans again, forcefully, and then immediately swallows ferociously, holding his throat closed as long as he can — eyes shut so tight in concentration he sees fireworks erupt on the inside of his eye lids. One of Lan Wangji’s knees buckles for a moment, and God does Wei Wuxian wish he could smirk and swallow cock at the same time.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sounds deliciously battered. “Wei Ying ,” he breathes out his name and it sounds like a confession. Wei Wuxian just continues to vibrate and swallow around him.
“Look at me, Wei Ying….”
Oh oh oh . He sounds incinerated. Wei Wuxian complies, opening his bloodshot eyes to meet Lan Wangji’s glassy ones.
“Look at me.. while I come.. down your throat…” The words come out as a gruff exhale, barely a whisper. Wei Wuxian is liquifying as he blinks up at him. Yeah. Come down my throat.
Tears are pouring down his face without reprieve. His body is not just buzzing anymore, he is full body shaking — overflowing with all it’s been put through, with all they’ve done together.
It feels like he’s been wearing a cock ring that is three sizes too tight, so hard and so untouched. If the rest of his body wasn’t already on fire, it would be anguish.
But right now, his body is Lan Wangji’s, that’s all he wants it to be. He feels like he might implode with the need for him.
Lan Wangji is ramming into him, devoid of all the finesse he had dancing on stage. It’s just as enchanting to Wei Wuxian, who is both having an out of body experience and feeling his body more than he ever has.
Lan Wangji’s hands start to tremble in his hair, his hips moving forward and back impossibly fast, the punches to Wei Wuxian’s throat unceremoniously jerky. Wei Wuxian thinks he might die right here, he hasn’t gotten a breath in, and he’s reaching an edge.
His eyes are pleading up at Lan Wangji, who also looks like he’s in pain. It’s too much, his body, Lan Wangji’s face, all of it.
And then Lan Wangji pulls Wei Wuxian’s head back for the quickest moment. He coughs one breath of oxygen into his lungs before Lan Wangji sinks all the way in. Wei Wuxian’s nose hitting Lan Wangji’s stomach.
It’s an explosion. It’s a final thrust and then Lan Wangji’s hips hold still.
Hot, thick, riotous come is shooting into Wei Wuxian, and though he still can’t breathe it feels like he’s exhaling out a breath held in too long - relief spilling through him. He thinks he hears Lan Wangji say his name but the ringing in his ears is a siren drowning out everything around him.
Lan Wangji’s hips start quivering, his hands go lax in his hair, and Wei Wuxian uses the mobility to move his cock out from his throat while he continues to empty into his mouth — wanting to taste him.
It’s warm and salty and there’s so much . His mouth fills with it. He swallows, and swallows again. He swirls it around in his mouth and around Lan Wangji’s cock, sucking every last drop out. He sucks the head hungrily until there’s nothing left. Lan Wangji convulses at the overstimulation, jerking out of Wei Wuxian’s mouth with a punched out breath.
Wei Wuxian coughs — come and spit expelled from his mouth. He inhales a deep breath, and his lungs stutter, his throat closes trying to take in the air. he devolves into a coughing fit, more tears springing from his eyes. His body finally gives out.
Wei Wuxian topples over. But he does not hit the hard ground like he expected — he’s against Lan Wangji. He’s on the ground holding him against his warm firm chest, moving up and down with the rise and fall of his breath. They’re both quivering. Wei Wuxian lets his body go entirely limp, closes his eyes, and does nothing but let air blissfully go in and out of his lungs.
He feels the rubber band pulled off of his wrists and then Lan Wangji is rearranging his useless limbs so that his legs uncurl, lying limp in front of him as all the weight of his upper body leans against Lan Wangji’s chest. Lan Wangji wraps his arms around his own stomach, and then covers his arms with his own.
Their bodies are sticky with sweat against each other. Wei Wuxian feels big warm hands squeezing his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, stimulating blood flow back into them. Then Lan Wangji has his fingers digging into the meat of his hands, deftly massaging his fingers and wrists. Wei Wuxian hums at the touch. It feels so so good. Lan Wangji’s kind touches are an afterglow of a wave crashing, he closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the high of it.
“You did so well, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice is gratifying and soft, a little drunken.
“You are amazing. So good,” the words are dripping with fondness, and Wei Wuxian feels like he might start crying again, for real this time. Lan Wangji continues to rub his body back to life as both of their breathing slowly evens out.
Wei Wuxian’s body is so spent that he thinks he might be dragged into unconsciousness. Until he feels Lan Wangji start shift under him.
No no no, don’t leave he thinks, suddenly overcome with loss - he doesn’t want this to be over. But Lan Wangji just squats behind him, still holding him upright, and he takes one of the arms wrapped around his back and moves it under Wei Wuxian’s knees. He stands in one fluid motion.
Wei Wuxian is dead weight in his arms, but Lan Wangji lifts him like he’s made of air. He feels the bicep muscles flex under him as he’s lifted from the ground into Lan Wangji’s bridal hold. Wei Wuxian buries his face into Lan Wangji’s neck, suddenly shy in the face of his strength.
Wei Wuxian is placed on a not very comfortable surface, and Lan Wangji’s arms leave him — a double loss. He brings his face into a pout, unable to muster up the energy to open his eyes. Lan Wangji must see his pathetic little pout because he huffs an amused breath.
“Still so impatient,” he says, the smirk is audible. He’s clearly teasing, but his voice is so tender, the quiet words wrapped in honey.
Content with the softness in his voice, Wei Wuxian stays sprawled with his eyes closed on what must be the ugly, green university couch on the back wall. He hears Lan Wangji’s footsteps, and then he hears the door to the room open, but it’s closed again before he can worry if Lan Wangji has left.
And then he’s back, kneeling beside Wei Wuxian. Warm wonderful hands touching him. Lan Wangji’s fingers brush some of the sticky hair off his forehead, tuck it gently behind his ear - the ghost touch on his earlobe is ticklish, and Wei Wuxian gets goosebumps. The other hand is its opposite, solid and sure, fully spread across Wei Wuxian’s far side, unmovingly splayed on his stomach and around the top of his hip — holding him easily, as if his hand has been there a thousand times before.
Now that Wei Wuxian’s head is not at risk of explosion, the intimate touches from Lan Wangji feel more and more surreal.
He is Wei Wuxian. He is a student. He is in the law library. It’s like 10 A.M. on a random Saturday morning. He lives with Wen Qing. Wen Ning is visiting. He went out with him, Nie Huaisang, and Jiang Cheng — his friends, last night.
And now he’s lying sweaty, spent, and somehow still hard on a library couch so cheaply mass produced it might as well just be a block of wood. He’s just been face fucked within an inch of his life by a boy he’s known for almost five years. A boy who Wei Wuxian had always thought to be simply a brilliant, unattainable, rule loving, posh, stick in the mud.
But now Lan Wangji is pushing up his sweatshirt to put both hands on the bare skin of his waist, rubbing the soft skin above the band of his leggings with his thumbs.
This boy Wei Wuxian thought had exclusively vanilla sex, maybe even was a virgin — this same man now has his fingers playing his skin like an instrument. The mouth that had always spoken cold and calculated, was just spewing profanities at him, and now is soft, a hot and silken thing placing languid kisses all over Wei Wuxian’s stomach.
Lan Wangji’s tongue, fat and wet, licks over Wei Wuxian’s stomach — his body startles at the absurd reality of Lan Wangji’s tongue on him. His mouth is hot, almost feverish, on Wei Wuxian’s skin, which was starting to grow cold as his sweat dries.
He licks and sucks gently all over the exposed skin, one hand still firm around his waist, the other wandering up under his sweatshirt. He sucks long on a spot below Wei Wuxian’s belly button while his fingers trace his collarbone. That same hand finds his nipple and the soft pad of his thumb rubs circles over it in time with the tongue above Wei Wuxian’s waistband.
Both touches are delicate, the rhythmic sensations go straight to Wei Wuxian’s cock with rapture and he arches his back into it. His body is exhausted, his arms are heavy at his side and his mind is in a haze. Lan Wangji’s touches feel like a fantasy, and he is too subdued to speak. He submits to Lan Wangji, again — letting himself go completely. He allows himself to just feel as Lan Wangji’s tongue and hands run all over his torso, every touch bestowed on him like a gift.
Lan Wangji moves to kneel before one end of the couch, pulling Wei Wuxian’s body toward him so that his calves fall off the end of the couch, feet dangling towards the floor. Lan Wangji pushes Wei Wuxian’s bent knees open and kneels between them on the ground. The thumb on Wei Wuxian’s nipple presses down before being joined by another finger and pinching, rough and quick. Wei Wuxian jolts at the unexpected burst of pain, but Lan Wangji has his hand across his chest instantly, holding him down. And then the warm mouth doting on Wei Wuxian’s skin bites down hard on the supple skin of his side. Wei Wuxian lets out a strangled noise. The contrast of sensations is more than he can handle.
But then there’s a large, warm hand covering the wet bulge in his leggings and his whole body sings. The pain instantly forgotten, drowned out by the ache in his cock and balls. He’s been hard and untouched for so long — the rest of his body so spent that he had resigned himself to death by blue balls and exhaustion. Lan Wangji’s perfect hand is on him. Every inch of his body is oversensitive, but he wants Lan Wangji to touch him, even if he’s too fucked out to make his mouth say the words.
The warm hand squeezes gently, rubbing him through his leggings. It’s a simple touch, but Wei Wuxian is groaning and arching into him. He feels teeth sink into his newly exposed hip bone and he chokes on a cry. The whiplash of sensations unspooling whatever was left of him.
“So noisy without me filling your mouth,” Lan Wangji says, amused, into his skin, the low rumble of his voice runs through Wei Wuxian’s entire torso. It feels like he might be smiling against his skin, and it makes warmth slam into every corner of Wei Wuxian’s body.
He feels fingers curling under his waistband, blunt nails dragging on untouched skin. Wei Wuxian thinks he might actually faint. On instinct he lifts his hips to help Lan Wangji pull his leggings down to his knees, the cold air hits his cock, balls, and thighs. He shudders, but Lan Wangji’s hands envelope his hips, warming him. His plush mouth is slowly kissing wet and sloppy all over both his thighs. It’s so luxurious and extremely infuriating, that mouth so close but ignoring his twitching cock.
There’s no warning for the hand that grips tight around his dick, but his whole body convulses with it. He makes a sound that he’s never made before and almost comes right then, but Lan Wangji has a death grip at the base. It makes his balls seize up violently.
“F-f-fuck, Lan Zhan, have mercy,” Wei Wuxian breathes out — half a laugh, half a very serious plea. Eyes still closed, he has no idea what Lan Wangji’s face is doing, but he suspects the expression is smug.
“Calm your body Wei Ying,” he instructs, “So you last long enough for me to get my mouth around you.”
Wei Wuxian moans helplessly as his cock tries to jump in Lan Wangji’s hand. He feels a bead of pre-come drip down the head, dumbfounded that his body is still producing pre-come. He wants to actually come so bad, but the image of Lan Wangji’s full lips wrapped around him gives Wei Wuxian the strength to make his body still.
Thankfully, Lan Wangji notices the stillness, and gives his throbbing cock a few slow strokes. It’s mostly dry save the string of pre-come on the underside, just a hot hand rubbing his length. It feels so good, he knows that in this state, he could come with just this. Wei Wuxian bites his bottom lip hard to keep himself under control.
“So good, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji praises, “You’ve been so good,” he strokes up, fingers sliding over the slit to collect pre-come and circle his sensitive head. Wei Wuxian wills himself not to twitch, letting out a long moan instead.
Lan Wangji moves, his body shifting positions, and then Wei Wuxian’s cock is enveloped — hot, lush, wet, soft. Lan Wangji’s mouth is a sin, unfathomable, a Promised Land. It’s so overwhelming that Wei Wuxian can’t even jerk or buck into him – his body just gives out, his mouth goes slack.
Lan Wangji moves his mouth up and down lazily, his tongue skillfully rolling around it, taking him deep, and then sucking the head.
“Wow. Holy fuck. Of course you’re good at this too,” Wei Wuxian laughs, a little delirious. Lan Wangji bobs his head up and down with his entire body, like he’s riding Wei Wuxian with his mouth.
“Fuuuck. Lan Zhan. You feel… So good. I’m a fucking wreck, you wrecked me. Took me apart. I’m ruined. You ruined me. What am I supposed to do after this, huh? Did you think about that?” He doesn’t know what to do with himself, so rambles, barely aware of what he’s saying. His tongue feels heavy as he talks in delirium.
With Lan Wangji’s mouth busy and unable to tell him to shut the fuck up, Wei Wuxian continues to spew nonsense —
“Want you to fuck me with your giant cock” …
“Did you enjoy ruining me like this? Such a cruel lover, Lan er-gege” …
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck” …
“Gonna be the end of me” …
“Like that I’m your little play thing, huh? At your mercy, gege” …
“ Lan Zhan Lan Zhan Lan Zhan Lan Zhan”
Lan Wangji ignores him, unhurriedly sucking him off. The hand holding the base of his cock releases to hold his balls, gently massaging while he continues to give Wei Wuxian the most skilled blowjob he’s ever gotten. He blathers on, unsure what he’s saying and not convinced it’s in English, Mandarin, or any other human language.
Lan Wangji takes him all the way down. He squeezes his balls and swallows around the head of his cock at the same time. Sparks fly in Wei Wuxian’s abdomen — the moan escaping him would be humiliating if he could find any fuck to give in this moment. It’s not even been three minutes, and Wei Wuxian is at the edge.
“Lan…. Lan… Lan Zhan,” he pleads, he warns, he’s about to come.
Lan Wangji takes the base of his cock back in his hand. He hums around him and moves his hand in short fast jerks up and down, hitting his lips. His mouth vibrates around the head, his hand moving so fast it simulates vibration. Wei Wuxian is flung over the edge.
He screams . They’re in a library, and he screams as he comes into Lan Wangji’s mouth. He quickly throws his hand into his face, biting down on his knuckles to stop any more screams — now is not a time he wants to be interrupted by a library patron. His entire body is an explosion. So much pent up from the club last night, from seeing Lan Wangji sitting poised and proper in the library, from the last half an hour on his knees for him, from Lan Wangji’s mouth on his cock, it’s all climaxing in this moment. He comes and comes and Lan Wangji takes it all, continuing to bob his head up and down Wei Wuxian’s spurting cock. Waves and waves of endless pleasure overtake his body, and he thinks he is running the risk of passing out mid-orgasm.
When finally there is nothing left, Wei Wuxian’s body continues to shake, Lan Wangji is still on his softening cock. Wei Wuxian is gasping for air, his limbs are twitching, his head is spinning. He feels Lan Wangji pull off, and he pulls the leggings back up around him. He crawls up Wei Wuxian’s body, and Wei Wuxian forces his eyes open. Everything is fuzzy, his eyes are having a lot of trouble focusing.
But then he sees Lan Wangji. His face is so beautiful — cheeks flushed, braid flung forward over his shoulder, lips swollen and deep red. He looks so soft like this. But somehow still so strong — he looks like a safe place.
He leans down over him and Wei Wuxian realizes that this entire time, they haven’t kissed yet. He realizes that Lan Wangji is going to kiss him right now . Wei Wuxian feels butterflies. He closes his eyes and parts his mouth, inviting Lan Wangji in. His body is spent and shaking, but his heart is soaring.
And then soft lips meet him. It’s electrifying and cresting, for a moment. Lan Wangji’s lips are closed tight against his, so Wei Wuxian opens his mouth further, wanting more. He feels Lan Wangji’s lips part and then he feels warm salty liquid spurt onto his tongue. He jerks in surprise but Lan Wangji surges forward, holding their mouths together.
Lan Wangji spat his own come back into his mouth.
Lan Wangji spat his own come back into his mouth.
Wei Wuxian chokes his own orgasm down his throat. It’s bitter and heady mixed with the residue of Lan Wangji’s own release still on his tongue.
It’s degrading and dirty and makes Wei Wuxian’s orgasm feel like it might make a comeback. Lan Wangji is clearly unapologetic as he licks his way into his mouth, tasting them both. He kisses him with gusto and Wei Wuxian goes pliant, falls into it.
Their mouths move together for uninterrupted minutes, until it’s just slow licks and gentle pecks. Lan Wangji’s mouth leaves sweet kisses to Wei Wuxian’s cheek and along his jaw line. He pets his hair as he pulls back. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flutter open and Lan Wangji lifts him into a seated position on the couch next to him. It takes a moment for his face to come into focus.
He’s still a bit flushed, his lips are dark red and swollen, and many more strands of hair have fallen out of the braid. Wei Wuxian has to remind himself to breathe– he’s never seen Lan Wangji like this. Wei Wuxian blushes, looking at Lan Wangji took his actual breath away. He turns his head to hide in his shoulder, embarrassed.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji’s hand comes up to gently comb through Wei Wuxian’s hair again, “Are you alright?” His voice is low and quiet, a dreamy baritone rumbling into Wei Wuxian’s ears.
Wei Wuxian nuzzles further into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck and he feels both of Lan Wangji’s arms come up around him, pulling him closer so that more of his body is flush against him. He’s so warm, his breath is so steady.
“You did so well, Wei Ying. You were so good,” Lan Wangji says, rubbing light circles onto the small of Wei Wuxian’s back. Wei Wuxian hums, drinking in the touch, the words, all the sweetness Lan Wangji is pouring onto him.
“I can’t believe our first kiss was you spitting come into my mouth,” Wei Wuxian laughs. “You’re so dirty, Lan Zhan,” he says, smiling into Lan Wangji’s neck.
Lan Wangji lightly pinches Wei Wuxian’s side in retaliation, then places a slow full kiss onto his temple and whispers, “You liked it.”
Wei Wuxian shudders and giggles into him, “Lan Zhaaaaan, you’re so naughty,” his smile is wide.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji agrees, pressing his lips all across Wei Wuxian’s forehead. He tucks some stray hairs back behind his ears, and his fingers trace down his cheek, along his jaw, gently pulling Wei Wuxian’s head up to place another tender kiss on his cheek bone. Lan Wangji’s eyes scan all over his face, and Wei Wuxian feels naked.
“Lan Zhan?” He asks, uncharacteristically shy. Lan Wangji keeps looking.
“So pretty, Wei Ying,” his gaze is soft.
They stay like that – Wei Wuxian re-entering his body as Lan Wangji lays gentle praise and touches all around him. Wei Wuxian didn’t know he could ever feel this good, his entire body thrumming in ecstasy.
After a few quiet minutes, Wei Wuxian’s body feels totally relaxed. He’s definitely going to be sore in more than a few spots later, but his breathing is steady, his skin is buzzing pleasantly, his insides feel serene. Lan Wangji is here; Lan Wangji is taking good care of him. Reality slowly seeps back into his brain, and with it, the absurdity.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, not moving his body at all, not quite ready to fully face him.
“Lan Zhan, what… What… Just happened?”
Lan Wangji’s hands stop for a moment, his body tenses, but then he goes back to his circles, continues to work through a tangle in Wei Wuxian’s hair.
“We had sex,” he says plainly. Wei Wuxian wants to laugh, Lan Wangji is such a bitch.
“I actually managed to put that part together myself, Lan Zhan. It helped greatly that I was there,” he tries to sound bratty, but his throat is wrecked. His voice cracks half way through the sentence and now he’s devolving into a coughing fit. He furrows his brow and shuts his mouth tight, trying to hold it back.
It’s useless. His eyes are watering, and his body jolts every time a cough tries to escape. Lan Wangji gives him a little squeeze before getting up, leaving Wei Wuxian on the couch.
“Wait here,” he says and then walks out the door. It’s horrible, when Lan Wangji leaves. Wei Wuxian has no choice but to surrender and let the coughs erupt out of him. They hurt coming out of his throat, dry and scratchy.
Lan Wangji returns in a brisk walk. The door opens and then he’s back on the couch, curling Wei Wuxian into his side. He’s got an obscenely large hydro-flask in his hand, and he guides it to Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
“Water,” he says. Wei Wuxian is staring at Lan Wangji’s long fingers around the bottle.
“Drink, Wei Ying.” His command sounds like a compliment. Wei Wuxian ogles at him as he slurps down gulp after gulp of the chilled water. Another rush of ecstasy circulates through his body – cool, hydrating, calming, re-invigorating. As he drinks, he notices a taste.
“Lan Zhan…. Did you put one of those fancy hydration packets in this?”
“Mn.”
“You just like… Carry those around with you in case there is a hydration emergency or something?” Wei Wuxian is staring at him incredulously, unsure if he wants to laugh or cry or stick his tongue down his throat again. Lan Wangji does not dignify his question with an answer.
“You just expended a considerable amount of energy,” he says instead.
Wei Wuxian bursts out laughing, choking on the water. Lan Wangji catches his arms as he starts to keel over.
“Wei Ying!” He sounds sincerely concerned, and that just makes Wei Wuxian laugh harder.
“You make no sense at all! Do you know that? Seriously, who are you?! Hottie swot stripper with a dirty mouth that puts overly priced hydration packets in water for after care?!” Wei Wuxian leans back against the couch as Lan Wangji runs a nervous hand down his arm.
“You’re just a perfect little freak, huh?” Wei Wuxian says to the ceiling. It comes out so fondly that it takes Wei Wuxian a bit by surprise.
“... I suppose,” Lan Wangji replies, clearly unsure of the correct answer. Wei Wuxian laughs again, full belly, overcome with it all. He looks at Lan Wangji, who is in turn looking at him like he’s something to keep, like he’s clearing out a drawer in his bedside table for Wei Wuxian’s things.
A montage of many years plays at triple speed through Wei Wuxian’s memory.
“Lan Zhan” – it’s a whisper.
“Wei Ying” – it’s sure.
They kiss. Lan Wangji yields to Wei Wuxian, and their tongues crash together.
This kiss feels different. It’s still hot, a little filthy in the unabashed way their tongues roam each other’s mouths, but it’s slow, reverent. There’s butterflies in Wei Wuxian’s stomach and he feels like he might cry again. He wants to burrow himself under whatever seal that’s just broken between them. He wants to ask Lan Wangji if he can keep digging. He pushes his body against Lan Wangji’s, legs on his lap and wrapping his hands around his neck to get closer. Lan Wangji goes easily, sucking in Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip and pulling him closer. They don’t stop for many minutes.
They break just far enough to breath, noses and foreheads still pressed together.
“Come to Denny’s with me,” Wei Wuxian breathes against Lan Wangji’s lips.
Lan Wangji stills. Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, Lan Wangji is looking at him – eyes golden and puzzled.
“Aha, later I mean, with Wen Ning & Wen Qing. Come with us… With me…” he says earnestly. He can feel the blush rising in his cheeks. Why does asking Lan Wangji to go to Denny’s with him feel like the most vulnerable thing he has ever done?
“Who…” Lan Wangji starts, “Who is Denny, Wei Ying?” He genuinely looks like he is trying to recall someone they might both know named Denny, and feeling embarrassed that he can’t place the name.
Wei Wuxian starts to laugh and then smashes his mouth into Lan Wangji’s. It takes him by surprise and their teeth clank together.
“Denny’s, Lan Zhan! You know, the restaurant?”
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen in recognition and his ears turn so red they look like they’d be hot to the touch.
“Oh,” he says quietly. Wei Wuxian tries to stop giggling, he doesn't want Lan Wangji to think he’s making fun of him. He kisses Lan Wangji’s nose.
“So… Will you come?” Wei Wuxian asks cautiously.
“Would you like me to come?” He sounds hesitant.
Wei Wuxian lets out a little huff of laughter, “Duh, Lan Zhan. I wouldn’t have stopped mid-makeout if I didn’t desperately want to eat hash browns with you.”
“Mm. With me, and…. Your friends…” Lan Wangji says, he still sounds uncertain.
Wei Wuxian is nervous now. He’s about to take it all back and say: “Just kidding! Obviously a joke! You didn’t get it? Ha! Embarrassing for you!” When Lan Wangji finally answers.
“Mn. I have never eaten a hash brown before.”
Wei Wuxian beams at him. Lan Wangji gives him a faint smile. It’s just one corner of his mouth, and yet, it feels big.
–
They go to Denny’s. It’s hilarious.
Jiang Cheng is absolutely beside himself from the moment Wei Wuxian walks through the door, flanked by Lan Wangji who had a hand on the small of Wei Wuxian’s back.
Wei Wuxian grins like a villain, the satisfaction of fucking with Jiang Cheng truly never gets old.
“What? Is there something on my face?” He says like an asshole to the faces staring dumbstruck at him and Lan Wangji. He scoots into the booth, pulling Lan Wangji with him. There’s a few moments of silence while they all just stare at each other.
Wen Qing has one eyebrow raised at the two of them. Wen Ning looks even happier than Wei Wuxian, with a dopey smile and dreamy eyes on the two of them.
Jiang Cheng looks like he’s trying to do complicated long division in his head, and also like he just stepped on gum.
“Aha, ahem, soooooo….. You all know Lan Wangji,” Wei Wuxian says to the table.
At that moment, Wei Wuxian feels the warmth of Lan Wangji’s hand laid gently on his thigh, his thumb moving in small circles. Wei Wuxian looks up at Lan Wangji, who is already looking at him, calm and steady, maybe even a little possessive. Warmth spreads like oil spill throughout Wei Wuxian, and he exhales with a smile. He wants to look at Lan Wangji uninterrupted for at least three years, until every little bit is committed to memory.
“Well I fucking called it,” Nie Huaisang blurts out, abruptly shattering the uwu moment between Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. He looks so incredibly smug when Wei Wuxian shoots him a death glare.
“You did not,” Jiang Cheng says, rolling his eyes, trying very hard to let his annoyance be known.
“Did so!! Called it freshman year when I met these clowns. I said they’d be fucking by graduation, and look at this! Two years early!” Huaisang exclaims, satisfied.
Wei Wuxian glowers at him, widening his eyes and trying to telepathically tell him to shut the hell up and not freak out Lan Wangji. He feels the hand on his thigh squeeze. The entire table looks from Huaisang to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and before Wei Wuxian can come up with a topic change, Lan Wangji leans over and places a delicate kiss on his cheek.
Wei Wuxian looks at him, stunned. But Lan Wangji just gives him a little nod and then looks out at the rest of the table as if to say Have I made myself clear or does anyone else have any fucking questions?
No one speaks, the tension at the table is way too much for a Dennys at two in the afternoon, and then, Wen Qing laughs. The tension snaps as all eyes turn to her.
“You boys! Are all! So! Stupid!” She wheezes, laughing so hard that her eyes well up.
Wei Wuxian looks at Lan Wangji, who has a pleased little grin forming and that’s all it takes for Wei Wuxian to join in laughing with Wen Qing.
–
They eat greasy potatoes and syrup drenched pancakes, Lan Wangji orders oatmeal and the waiter thinks he’s fucking with him. They all drink mug after mug of watery coffee. Wei Wuxian feeds Lan Wangji a hash brown off his fork, and Lan Wangji looks like he’s just discovered how to communicate with the dead. He insists the waiter give him the “recipe for hash browns,” and the waiter definitely thinks he’s fucking with him.
They talk, bicker, and joke, and Wei Wuxian keeps getting distracted by how easy it is to have Lan Wangji here with him, with his people – and how good his hand feels on him.
They pay their checks, Wei Wuxian pays for Wen Qing, and Lan Wangji pays for Wei Wuxian – Jiang Cheng mumbles “Kill me,” as Lan Wangji hands the waiter his Amex.
They all stand and stretch to leave. Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian’s hand as they walk towards the door.
“Wei Ying,” he says, clearing his throat. The afternoon sun is warm, but the autumn air is turning brisk.
“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian shivers as a gust of wind whirls around them.
“Wei Ying, we still have work to do for our project. We didn’t finish,” Lan Wangji says, blushing. Wen Qing and Nie Huaisang snort in unison.
“Aha, yes I suppose we do. Though I don’t think saying we didn’t finish is exactly accurate,” Wei Wuxian says. He really can’t help himself sometimes.
Wen Qing and Nie Huaisang burst out laughing, Jiang Cheng closes his eyes in exasperation and mutters, “Oh my fucking god,” and Lan Wangji gapes at Wei Wuxian with eyes that say that he will perhaps be punished for that later. That’s alright, Wei Wuxian likes being punished. Likes the idea of Lan Wangji being the one to inflict said punishment even more.
“Shameless,” Lan Wangji says, almost under his breath. Wei Wuxian pulls their joint hands closer and around himself, so that Lan Wangji has his arm around his waist. He leans into Lan Wangji's neck and whispers in his ear, “You like it.”
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Epilogue: 1 year later
“Let’s gooooo people! We’re going to be late!” Wei Wuxian yells down the hall at Wen Qing and Wen Ning.
They come out of their respective rooms – Wen Ning galloping down the hall to meet Wei Wuxian, Wen Qing at a much more leisurely pace.
“We’ve got plenty of time, you maniac,” she says before stopping in front of the mirror in the hall to put on her lipstick.
“We want to get a good spot, don’t we?!” Wei Wuxian says impatiently, tapping his foot on the ground and practically vibrating.
“Jiang Cheng and Huaisang aren't even here yet,” she says without looking away from the mirror.
“Yeah and if they don't arrive in literally the next thirty seconds we are leaving without them!!!!!!”
Wen Qing rolls her eyes. “We’ll be there with plenty of time. Breathe.” She puts a very serious hand on his shoulder to stop his bouncing. The doorbell rings.
“FINALLY!” Wei Wuxian jumps up from under her hand and hurries to push the buzzer next to the front door.
When Jiang Cheng walks through the front door Wei Wuxian is about ready to have a screaming, crying break down.
“Where the fuck is Huaisang!!” He moans.
“Quit whining. You’re embarrassing yourself,” Jiang Cheng greets him with a rough shoulder shove. “He texted me. He’s already at the club, apparently he’s been sliding into one of the bouncer’s DMs and he told him he was working tonight, so he went ahead.”
“Huaisang has a lot of suitors,” Wen Ning observes.
“Alright boys, off we go,” Wen Qing says, hooking her arm around her brother and Jiang Cheng – whose eyes bulge and cheeks blush at her touch.
They make it to the club in plenty of time.
They greet the host, who Wei Wuxian is on a first name basis with, having not missed a single one of Lan Wangji’s shows since the first one last year.
It’s just past 10:30, so they head to the bar to get drinks before making their way into the back room. They catch sight of Huaisang, who is following around a beefy security guard, a neon pink drink in one hand.
Wei Wuxian takes out his phone and quickly types a message to Lan Wangji:
Just got here. Can’t wait to see what you do up there ;)
They order their drinks as his phone buzzes.
It will be nothing compared to what I will do to you, later.
Wei Wuxian’s face warms, he bites back his smile, and has to shift on the bar stool to forestall his dick getting too excited. He has yet to not get hard during one of Lan Wangji’s shows. He would be embarrassed about it, if it didn’t also have the result of turning on Lan Wangji so much.
They do always make it make to Lan Wangji’s apartment complex, but they don’t always make it out of Lan Wangji’s car after his shows.
Tonight, however, Wei Wuxian wants to hold out. He’s pretty sure Lan Wangji also knows, because he’s freakishly good at dates and just remembering things in general, but it was exactly one year ago this week that Wei Wuxian first saw Lan Wangji step onto this stage. Wei Wuxian hasn’t always been one for arbitrary anniversaries, but something about Lan Wangji makes him embarrassingly sentimental.
So he will wait to take out Lan Wangji’s cock until after they make it back to Lan Wangji’s pristine apartment. He will help take off Lan Wangji’s make-up in the bathroom, take off his pleasers, and shampoo his hair. He will order them Denny’s take out as is their Friday night tradition. He will feed Lan Wangji hash browns and tell him how beautiful he is. He will tell him how in love he is with him, and then Lan Wangji will fuck him so hard he can’t walk the next day – another Friday night tradition.
Wei Wuxian finds himself lost in that last thought as Jiang Cheng flicks him on the nose to snap him out of it.
“Aya! Stop it!” he whines, rubbing his finger up and down the bridge of his nose.
“You were the one having an aneurysm because we weren’t moving fast enough. Come on, the doors are open,” Jiang Cheng says, pulling on his sleeve. He is holding a whisky – coincidentally, it is the same whisky that Wen Qing is also drinking. He takes a sip and chokes on it like food that’s too spicy. Wen Qing rubs his back, bites back a smile, and when he looks up at her, downs her entire glass without flinching.
Wei Wuxian has to put his hand over his mouth to keep from snickering too loud.
They all walk towards the back room, Wei Wuxian smiles as they pass Sasha, and she gives him a little smirk. She’s showing one of the other dancers something on her phone. Wei Wuxian hears her start laughing so loud she wheezes as they walk through the door to the back room.
They take their seats, sip their drinks, and wait for the lights to dim. Wei Wuxian never gets tired of watching Lan Wangji dance, and every Friday he never fails to be visibly giddy with anticipation.
The blue and white spotlights flicker on, bathing the stage in light. A flute begins to play, and a pair of white vinyl pleasers walk towards the stage.
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The End.