It's been thirteen years since Lan Zhan was last in a room with Wei Wuxian, but its been five minutes since he saw Wei Ying teaching art online. Devising a complex plan to save Wei Ying from being framed from murder, Lan Zhan throws his life and he...
So, a random thought occurred to me ages ago. If Wei Wuxian had skipped his 'thank you' speech that Lan Wangji took entirely differently...what would have happened? If Wei Wuxian hadn't spoken up about his feelings or did his usual cryptic number, but they had just had sex and Lan Wangji is as we all know hopelessly in love with him? What strange limbo would have been created?
The angle of the light as dawn broke through the darkness, to rise like a phoenix in a cascade of rich color, woke Lan Zhan more effectively than any alarm clock.
His mind attuned to the sunrise in Gusu, deep in the mountains was shocked into awareness by the difference being here in Yunmeng was. In Caiyi he had blackout blinds and his internal alarm woke him at five am, but here, Wei Ying's house was facing across the water, where it was hit by the full glory of the sun.
And Lan Zhan had always been, since childhood someone who snapped awake, with little grogginess or lingering tiredness.
...Which was how he found himself in the middle of his bed, in the guest room of Wei Ying's apartment, with the man himself sprawled across his chest, fast asleep.
For a moment, Lan Zhan truly believed he was dreaming. He must be.
He lay there unmoving, barely breathing as he stared at the gorgeous man on his chest, like he was a mirage that would disappear as soon as he blinked.
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His phone chirped on the beside table and Wei Ying twitched, upper lip lifting in a momentary snarl at the sound, body twisting in the duvet. One long leg curled over Lan Zhan's left leg, a hand smoothing over his abs as Wei Ying shifted a little more onto his side...
And Lan Zhan realized with a jolt, that he...and Wei Ying...were naked.
Definitely a dream. But why would he dream of Wei Ying sleeping?
Reaching for his phone, he swiped the screen to unlock and stared at the messages he had received almost on autopilot.
It was a tracking number for package, he had never ordered.
Damn. That was the code for a break through in the Wen files. He needed to...
Except....
Wei Ying was naked on top of him, in the guest bed, naked. Lan Zhan thought back to the night before and the world as he knew it, rewrote itself and all thought, all breath left him. His mind fixated immediately on the feel of Wei Ying's bare skin, the brush of his hair against Lan Zhan's chest, the restless fingers as Wei Yin dreamed....
He was vaguely disappointed and fairly grateful, thanks to the odd angle of Wei Ying's sprawling body, that he couldn't also feel his cock and stopped all thoughts that headed in that direction. Remembering Wei Ying's mouth on him, Wei Ying rutting into his abs, Wei Ying's gasps when Lan Zhan took his cock in hand, the smooth gorgeous feel it it....
