Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

There's a Book....Part 7

"Books are a uniquely portable magic..." Stephen King

Dazed and in disbelief, Wei Ying lifted his fingers to his swollen lips. He stared up into golden pools filled with an intense passion, and a desire to do it all over again and he stepped back, unwittingly onto a soft, squeaky toy.

The high pitch sound it produced broke the silence of their pounding hearts and Wei Ying closed his eyes, fighting for control.

He tried to catch his breath, wondering how to say what was on his mind without hurting Lan Zhan...because that kiss was wild...and it was tearing him apart that he had to pick between Lan Zhan and A-Yuan...but it was something he knew he  had to face, sooner or later.

So he made his decision.

And opened his eyes.

Lan Zhan was trying to understand what Wei Ying was thinking about. When he closed his eyes, Lan Zhan thought maybe he had done something wrong and now he was trying to think fast on how to fix it...whatever it was. If it was the kissing, he didn't know if it had been good or not, never having kissed anyone else ever, but for himself, he could only think it was lovely...and he definitely wanted to try it again. His lips were still tingling and he felt as if he could float on the air.

And when Wei Ying opened his eyes, Lan Zhan was lost in the hidden colours.

Grey was never just grey.

Grey was magical because it allowed other colours to mix well with it's origin, so grey green, grey purple, grey blue...all were possible...and Lan Zhan was trying to memorise everything he witnessed within those kaleidoscopic shimmering eyes.

But what floored him, was the amount of trust Wei Ying was showing him now, as he steeled himself for something...

Wei Ying took his hand and led him back to the sitting room.

"Sit here. And stay, this time." He admonished, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.

Lan Zhan pouted...not wishing to comply.

"Don't look at me like that!" Wei Ying wailed, putting one hand over Lan Zhan's mouth, and one over his own eyes. "I don't think I can resist you anyway...but that...you're asking for too much!"

Lan Zhan remembered that time in the car...Wei Ying had....hot breath...so he decided to be brave...

His tongue came out and licked at those sun-kissed fingers, and he enjoyed the hot flash of molten desire sizzling in those silver depths as Wei Ying snatched his hand back in alarm.

"You naughty boy..." He exclaimed and fled into the kitchen.

Lan Zhan allowed himself a small smile.

Granted, this morning had not been normal, and this afternoon was diving into the unknown...but he had gotten his first kiss...and that was monumental. Was it like dating or driving, then? Did one get better with practice? Already, he had committed every touch that had induced a reaction from Wei Ying to his memory, anxious to test out his theory.

He was pretty sure he was on the right tracks...

Lan Zhan thought back to his notes.

His car had definitely pulled out and was on the road he wanted to travel upon. Now he had to go slow...just for now...as a beginner.

Wei Ying was desperately trying to calm himself down in the kitchen, and what better way to do that than sticking with his original plan of making hot chocolate with milk? Since Lan Zhan had liked it so much the last time he had visited, Wei Ying had been itching to make it for him again.