baby it's cold outside (WangXian FF)

24

Wei Wuxian woke up with delicious sores all over his body.

This time, it was very different with how their first time went.

Lan Wangji was surprisingly very gentle, and he took his time to explore every inch of his body until he almost passed out from the overwhelming climax.

There was no place that he didn’t get his hands on, and Wei Wuxian was strangely embarrassed about that thing Lan Wangji did with his fingers and tongue.

True he ain’t no virgin, and he believed that he had his shares of sexual experiments with both male and female counterparts.

But this time it was different.

He didn’t know how to describe it, but he knew that this was not your ordinary carnal pleasure. It was almost like he had… feelings.

Wei Wuxian quickly stomped out the thoughts from his brain, but when he noticed that Lan Wangji had cleaned him thoroughly and even took him to his room where the sheets were clean, he couldn’t help but feel something.

He looked around to find the other man, but other than the faint smell of the sandalwood incense that he liked, Wei Wuxian couldn’t find him.

He groaned as he threw himself on the fluffy bed and smelled the familiar scent of the other man – and he wondered if they spent the night together on the same bed.

He never did that before. Spent the night with someone else after having sex.

He had this thing that would irk him every time he shared a prolonged exposure to another person in the small space – and that included his lovers.

Strangely, he didn’t mind this time.

Wei Wuxian inhaled the masculine smell deeply once again, when the door to the room was opened and Lan Wangji entered with a tray full of breakfast.

“Good morning.” He looked so pristine and angelic, there was no trace of any of his lewdness from last night’s debauchery. “I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Lan Wangji put the tray in front of Wei Wuxian who looked in awe at the content.

The breakfast itself was a sight to behold – coffee with milk in a separate jug and cubes of sugar, a small bowl of pork porridge with innards, a couple of fried doughs, chinese scallion pancakes, and a small jar of dark red condiments from hell, his favorite.

Wei Wuxian knew that this was not the breakfast that the hotel provided since he was a long-time VIP guest of theirs, and he also knew that there was only one place where they sold this kind of breakfast. His favorite.

“Aww, Lan Zhan… did you go to the market to buy all of this for me?” Wei Wuxian was so touched, he wanted to kiss the blushing man and continued where they left off last night – but he restrained himself.

“I asked Shen Qingqiu what your favorite breakfast was and he sent me to this place.” Lan Wangji cleared his throat and his ears were red. “I hope I didn’t make any mistake in ordering the breakfast. It seemed like the auntie there was quite familiar with your… peculiar taste.”

Lan Wangji himself couldn’t fathom why anyone would like to eat this… explosive stuff. Oh, he knew how fatal the chili was since he made a mistake trying it a few years back, and he swore that that was the first and the last time he would want to feel like he was in between heaven and hell.

Well, being with Wei Wuxian also exuded the same feeling, but since it didn't do so much damage to his intestine, he was actually quite like it.

Like it?

Lan Wangji frowned deeply.

Since when?

He observed the pretty man in front of him – who was happily munching the scallion pancake dipped in the chili oil from hell, as was said by the old lady who sold it – and although he looked young and carefree, Lan Wangji could recognize the darkness within those pretty gray eyes that was not unlike his.

Lan Wangji wondered what kind of life Wei Wuxian had before he became a famous author. He never said anything about his family in the short time they were together, and he wondered why.

And then he wondered why he wondered about the author’s family.

“By the way, Lan Zhan, my friend, was very interested in your music and would like to meet you. What do you say? We can meet her today if you’re okay with it.” Wei Wuxian was full from the breakfast and he yawned and stretched his body before he pulled Lan Wangji to sit beside him and hugged him.

“You smell so nice.” Wei Wuxian snuggled into Lan Wangji’s embrace.

“Your friend wants to meet me?” Lan Wangji was confused. Why would anyone want to meet him over some mediocre music that he recorded for the tourists?

“Apparently she likes your music so much and wants to ask you if you want to sign a contract with her company. She has a decent recording company here.”