Wangxian Oneshots

Running Cold (Part Two)

Wei Ying's eyes slowly fluttered open and light began to pour into his pupils, making them smaller under the strain the light had on him. After he had woken up a bit, the first thing he noticed was that his pounding head had eased lightly and that he did not feel so weighed down by the fever that had once struck him. He still didn't feel his best self though, although it was much better than he had been before.

The next thing he noticed was that he felt extremely warm in the situation he was in right now. Wanting to feel it more, he shuffled closer to where the heat was coming from. Where was the heat coming...from? Realising that the heat source was only next to him and not a blanket which would've heated all of him, he quickly raised his head and stared next to him.

To his surprise, next to him was a body, but not just any body, it was the body of his secret love. Lan Zhan was laying peacefully next to him with his eyes shut and arms around Wei Ying's waist, holding him tightly to his body. Wei Ying's eyes widened at the sight, but they soon softened again and just looked at the man in front of him.

After a while of looking at his unusually gentle features, he decided that he wanted to savour this moment. Making sure not to wake the sleeping beauty up, he slowly sunk back down and relaxed once again into Lan Zhan's warm body. He placed his head on his love's chest and snuggled tightly into him.

With the movement, Lan Zhan stirred awake once again. When he saw the position Wei Ying was in, he tightened one of his arms and brought the other to his lover's hair, stroking gently in a reassuring manner. Wei Ying was loving all the attention he was receiving and accidentally let out a sigh of delight. Instantly, he froze and so did Lan Zhan's actions.

"Wei Ying?" muttered Lan Zhan, cautiously as if he was afraid to speak too loudly. As a response, Wei Ying let out a hum and turned his face so that his eyes met the golden orbs. Both of them stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like ages, in a world of their own, until Lan Zhan moved his eyes and looked up at Wei Ying's forehead.

Gingerly, he lifted his hand and placed it gently onto Wei Ying's skin, feeling his temperature. "Your temperature has settled. Your fever is starting to go" Lan Zhan spoke as he moved his hand away and sat up. Wei Ying still clung to him and therefore was dragged up too, causing his head to spin slightly. Quickly, he moved to grip his head in an attempt to settle the whirl in his brain.

Lan Zhan's eyes widened and he wrapped his hands around Wei Ying again, supporting him. "I'm fine, I'm fine" Wei Ying giggled and tried to move Lan Zhan away, but his hands were unmoving and felt like they were stuck to his body.
"Lay back down" Lan Zhan worried as he pushed Wei Ying's body back onto the comfy mattress before attempting to leave.

Wei Ying rapidly grabbed Lan Zhan's hand and stopped him from moving anymore as he knew Lan Zhan didn't dare forcefully pull him with the condition he is currently in. "Lan Zhan please don't leave me, can't you see I'm still not better" Wei Ying pouted as he stared into those golden eyes once more. Instantly, Lan Zhan froze after hearing that his lover wanted him to stay and comfort him in his time of need.

"It is inappropriate. I should not have been next to you in the first place" Lan Zhan whispered as he stared at the floor. Wei Ying could tell that Lan Zhan didn't mean the words he was saying, he knew him too long and too well to know his tells. As he looked at the gorgeous man standing before him, an idea popped into his head and a slight smile curved on his face.

"Pretty please, Lan Zhan, it will for sure help me get better quicker. You are so warm that my fever will disappear in no time" Wei Ying pulled out the biggest puppy dog eyes that he possibly could and stared right into Lan Zhan's soul (after the other had lifted his head again).

After some thought, Lan Zhan sunk back down onto the bed, looking hesitant. As quick as he could, Wei Ying cuddled up to his side and placed his head on Lan Zhan's lap. He sighed and closed his eyes once more.
"Thank you, Lan Zhan..." he whispered, tiredness seeping into his already soft voice.
"Mmn" was all Lan Zhan said before he once again placed his surprisingly soft hands on Wei Ying's face, moving a strand of hair from his eyes.