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Pillow Talk

Lan Zhan pushed Wei Ying onto the covers once again. He had decided that he would finally, finally, talk to Wei Ying about Lan Huan and Jiang Cheng. The last time it came up, he had thought that it would come up and work itself out at some point. But now, two months into the best relationship of his life, it was weighing on him. After their run-in with Jiang Cheng at Wei Ying’s house, he had asked his brother if he could talk to his boyfriend (his boyfriend!!) about the very angry elephant in the room. His brother had acquiesced but the sadness that lingered in his eyes, deterred Lan Zhan every single time. And somehow, these tense moments would devolve into sex.

Today, for instance, had started with him telling Wei Ying how much he cared for him and how he wanted to be more honest with him, and yet he was currently grinding down on Wei Ying’s semi-hard length while his boyfriend moaned into his neck, his breath hot against his skin.

“Wei Ying,” he gasped as he got harder. What was he going to say? Ah, yes, about his brother. “My brother never dated Ming-”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying caught his lips with his own. “Why are you talking about your brother?”

“I want to tell you everything,” his hands were roving all over Wei Ying’s body, taking off his shorts and rucking up his shirt.

“Er-gege,” Wei Ying pouted, his eyes wild. “I’ll listen to everything but I need you to fuck me right now.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan couldn’t help but growl. “Listen to me.”

“Make me,” Wei Ying smiled as he rocked against Lan Zhan, the move making the usually stoic man see red.

He suddenly sat up and pulled Wei Ying into his lap, ripping off his t-shirt with renewed purpose. His mouth honed in on those smooth collarbones, the ones that had first reeled him in. The sound that escaped Wei Ying’s mouth made him bite and suck into his warm skin.

“Yes, gege, please,” Wei Ying started pulling at his clothes, impatient as ever.

“Behave.” Lan Zhan pushed him down, looking down at his beautiful body, spread out for him. “Or you will regret it,” he almost smirked.

“Promise?” Wei Ying winked. His next teasing remark was lost in his throat as Lan Zhan started to nudge him open with one warm, wet, long finger. Lan Zhan’s fingers were going to be the death of Wei Ying, the way his mind would go immediately blank, as if he had an off switch up his ass that only Lan Zhan could press.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying breathed. “I’m ready, I’m ready.” He was ready to scream by the time he felt that third finger fuck up into him. “Please, gege, I want you-”

Lan Zhan drew out his fingers and before Wei Ying could protest, lined himself up and pushed in. Wei Ying’s eyes rolled up into his head, as Lan Zhan bottomed out, kissing a hungry trail along his exposed neck.

“That’s it,” Wei Ying tried to grind down. “Move, gege!”

“I. Told. You. To. Behave.” Lan Zhan bit Wei Ying’s neck, his shoulder, his ear with every word. “You are going to listen, or we’ll never get this done.”

“Aiya,” Wei Ying huffed. “You are a cruel man, Lan-er-gege. How can you do this to your poor boyfriend?” His attempts at pushing down on Lan Zhan’s dick were stilled by warm, strong, huge hands on his hips.

“Huan-ge did not date Mingjue.” Lan Zhan bit Wei Ying’s lip. “They are best friends with some… issues. But they have not dated.”

“Mn-hmm,” Wei Ying murmured, “Okay, great-”

“He married Meng Yao to help him with an immigration issue.” This got Wei Ying’s attention.

“Wait, what?” Wei Ying nuzzled into Lan Zhan’s neck. So he wasn’t perfect, sue him. “Immigration fraud? Is Jin Guangyao actually from China?”

“Canada,” another nip at Wei Ying’s neck. “Don’t be racist, baobei.”

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying moaned. “You can’t be funny when you’re literally inside me! It’s not allowed!”

“Mn.”

“So, that’s it? That guy sold a half-lie, half-truth to Jiang Cheng? Why didn’t your brother just tell him?”

“It’s complicated.” Lan Zhan started to thrust into Wei Ying, making the younger man gasp in surprise.

“You have to tell me now-”

“I don’t have to tell you anything, if you don’t behave.” Lan Zhan set a punishingly slow rhythm.

“I’ll behave, I’ll behave,” Wei Ying panted. “Just go faster, please.”

And then all Lan Zhan could see was Wei Ying’s pretty mouth saying please, oh God, yes, please over and over again as he pounded into him, chasing the spot that he knew drove Wei Ying mad. As Wei Ying’s breath got more and more ragged, Lan Zhan held on to the base of his dick, staving off his orgasm until he was there too.

“Wait for me,” he kissed Wei Ying’s bruised mouth. “Be good for me.”

“I’ll be so good for you, Lan Zhan, let me-”

It took one last thrust as they both came, Wei Ying fucking into Lan Zhan’s hand as Lan Zhan railed him through the aftershocks.

Some time later, as he cleaned up Wei Ying with a warm towel, he wondered if Wei Ying was bothered by the way he had held back, in bed and otherwise. He didn’t have to wonder long though, as Wei Ying snuggled into his arms.

“That was amazing, no notes, keep doing that, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying looked up at him smiling. “But seriously, why didn’t your brother just tell A-Cheng?”

“He tried. At first, Meng Yao threatened him with legal consequences. What they had done, wasn’t exactly….” Lan Zhan trailed off, breathing into Wei Ying’s hair. “Huan-ge can be very emotional when it comes to his friendships. He met Meng Yao in college, and got roped into this insane scheme. He only figured out much later that Meng Yao liked him and wanted to get between Mingjue and him. He didn’t even need the green-card marriage. Even during the so-called divorce trial, he made it seem like Huan-ge had cheated on him with Mingjue, and my brother…”

“Didn’t defend himself?” Wei Ying rubbed Lan Zhan’s shoulder.

“He thought he was in too deep. Meng Yao had just been legally recognized by Jin Guangshan as his son, and now had friends in high places. And ge knew that our shufu would never help him in such a case.” Lan Zhan sighed. “Meng Yao just wouldn't let my brother go.”

“And now.. are things the same?” Wei Ying kissed Lan Zhan’s cheek.

“No. They just settled the divorce last month, after the statute of limitations on this whole thing passed, and Meng Yao didn’t have a leg to stand on.” Lan Zhan shrugged. “It didn’t matter anyway, did it? Mingjue and Jiang Cheng had both been pushed out from my brother’s life.”

“Wow.” Wei Ying felt so mad. “That is batshit crazy, Lan Zhan!”

“I know. I know.” Lan Zhan rubbed his back.

“We need to do something.”

“We could talk to your brother,” Lan Zhan mused.

“We need to do something more!”

Lan Zhan raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“My didi does not like drama. Even if he knows the truth, he’s not going to forgive Lan Huan easily, and he's going to think that it's too much trouble to get into, what with a crazy ex-husband.” Wei Ying sat up, his hands on Lan Zhan’s chest.

“We need to… create a situation,” the man clapped. “A situation, Lan Zhan!”

“Okay, okay,” Lan Zhan pulled him back into his arms. “Whatever Wei Ying wants.”