Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

There's a Book....Part 14

"Reading is dreaming with open eyes." Anonymous

There was a horrible sound, persistent like a woodpecker drilling into his skull. Lan Zhan wanted it to go away. When it stopped, the pain went away and Lan Zhan could think about opening his eyes...but oh no...it started again!

He burrowed into the pillows and covered his ears. Why was everything so loud? It hurt...

He heard a voice when the noise stopped again. And it carried on speaking in a low voice...soothing and lulling him back to sleep.

Wei Ying grinned at the state of Lan Zhan. He looked so adorable it was funny, but not because he was in pain. All Wei Ying had to do now, was getting him to open his mouth and swallow a couple of painkillers.

Lan Zhan was heavy, and he wasn't fat; this was all muscle.

And, he did not want to be moved.

It was past midday, and Lan Zhan still had not recovered from their night before. If Wei Ying had known Lan Zhan would have such a strong reaction to the drink, he would have been more careful.

And Lan Zhan had to wake up soon, because they were going to host an impromptu party, since his Shijie had correctly guessed what their good news was, and said everyone was coming. And then Wei Ying thought about Lan Zhan's side of the family, and knew he wanted to invite his XiChen-Ge...and it was only lucky that Lan Zhan did not put a lock on his phone, and Wei Ying was able to answer for his sleeping partner.

XiChen had asked him where Lan Zhan was, and okay, it was only a little lie, when he had covered for him and said he was in the bathroom, but he was pretty sure that after yesterday's almost threat, he didn't want to be the one telling XiChen that Lan Zhan had a hangover.

It just seemed to be the right thing to do, to invite XiChen to the party too. And now, everyone was going to start arriving in exactly two hours...

Which brought him back to his current problem...this sack of potatoes...

Wei Ying pushed, because that was far more effective than pulling a dead weight, and when he was satisfied that he could raise Lan Zhan's head - why the heck was it so heavy? - enough to drink, he made him take the pills. But when he tried to move away, stronger than normal arms wrapped around him, holding him close with a sigh of relief.

"Sweetheart, please....we have guests coming..." Wei Ying said, trying to extricate himself from clingy Lan Zhan.

"Don't feel good. Wei Ying makes it better." He insisted, pouting.

"But Lan Zhan..." He yelped as Lan Zhan flipped them over and fused their lips together, his eyes still closed.

Kissing Lan Zhan was always blissful, beautiful and leaving Wei Ying feeling like he was floating on fluffy pink clouds somewhere away from reality, but today, Lan Zhan was extra focused, as if he needed to concentrate more.

These weren't just fluffy white clouds, these were pink and white marshmallows floating on silky hot chocolate, with a dash of chocolate powder, for good measure. Lan Zhan made him feel as if he was the only person on the planet, worthy of such single-minded devotion, because that's what he was doing. Each slide of their lips reinforced their connection until Wei Ying was a puddle at his feet, loving every single second.

The electric tingles spread all along his nerve-endings right down to his toes and Wei Ying wanted to stay like this forever.

He must have fallen asleep because his phone woke him up.

"We're outside. Open. The. Door." Jiang Cheng.

Wei Ying felt his scowl from there, and grinned.

"Coming."