Drunken Mistake

DM 36

"Lan Zhan, my handwriting is not good. You need to write it down," A'Ying requested, sitting down on Lan Zhan's desk where he had sat a hundred times before when Lan Zhan was back in Nanjing. 

Lan Zhan fired up his desktop and sat their. "Let's email it. It's faster and more efficient," he suggested from the doorway. 

The view of Wei Ying in his room appealed to him on a different level. 

"How are you going to type out all the complicated formula and everything?" Wei Ying asked with wide eyed curiosity. 

"LATEX," Lan Zhan explained and Wei Ying nodded in understanding. 

"My LATEX is rudimentary. I only know the basic structure for essays," he admitted.

"I'll show you," Lan Zhan offered. "Shower first? You're sweaty. I'll get you a clean shirt from your room," he said. 

"不用", Wei Ying insisted. "I could just borrow your shirt. You are bigger than me," he pointed out. 

Lan Zhan nodded. Wei Ying felt a blush rising as the memory of how big Lan Zhan really is entered his mind once more. He really needed to get his mind out of the gutter if he had to maintain his friendship with Lan Zhan, something he really desired, his homecoming. 

"Mm," Lan Zhan replied, turning to his wardrobe to take out a shirt.  When Wei Ying finished a quick shower he came out wearing a towel to find Lan Zhan already at the computer and typing furiously. 

"Er ge, you started before me?" Wei Ying complained. 

Lan Zhan whipped his head to notice a Wei Ying wrapped in a towel, torso bare and covered with fading bruises. concentrated near his neck and chest. "What happened to you?" Lan Zhan asked in surprise. 

Wei Ying was confused by the question, not in the habit of checking himself out after a shower, he had rushed out after wiping down the water to get the clothes from Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan came forward and tentatively raised his hands tracing the marks on his neck and chest. His touch was hot, almost searing to his water-cooled skin, sending a jolt to his member. 

"It's a mosquito bite. It'll go away," Wei Ying muttered unconvincingly. 

"Did someone do this to you? Someone older?" Lan Zhan asked, his face clouded with rage. 

Wei Ying took a look at Lan Zhan and became guarded. "No one touched me, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying assured him. 

"I don't appreciate liars. Who are you protecting?" Lan Zhan said, voice solemn and cold. Wei Ying had never experienced such frost coming off his soulmate. 

"Lan Zhan, don't close me off," Wei Ying begged. 

"You are either mine or someone else's. You have to choose," Lan Zhan warned. 

"The cookies... did you throw them away?" Wei Ying asked suddenly. 

"You're diverting the topic. What are you so ashamed of? If someone touched you they deserve to be in jail and I will see to it," Lan Zhan warned. 

Wei Ying smiled at that. "It was an accident. No one else touched me. I promise," he assured.

"I am not blind. These are hickeys. Hickeys on a twelve year old!" Lan Zhan exclaimed.

"I looked it up. It takes a week to fade when it is this deep. Give it time," Wei Ying replied calmly. 

"A'Ying, you are protecting someone who touched what is mine," Lan Zhan shouted. 

"I am protecting someone whom I consider mine. Happy?" Wei Ying countered. 

"Get lost," Lan Zhan shouted.