Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Li Peien x Jiang Heng: {Remedy} [M]

See, I've thought about it for a while, and I do actually really like the original position for these two, but Seeky's jacked up photoshoot and Ocean's babygirl go-lucky behavior had me thinking. Cuz he's also the opposite of Wenlang before he got lovey-dovey and cutie with Tu.

POV: 3rd Person

  Jiang Heng is adorable.

  That is secret to no one, which is why Peien feels so possessive. Although it's inwardly and never seen outside - except for under the watchful eye of Huang Xing, who seemed to be just as knowingly as his character - he does let it slip every once in a while. When his hands find the taller man's waist, when he pulls Heng closer to him on a bench seat because his arm was just brushing Xing's ever so slightly. When he banters just a little too much with the bickering, and it ignites Peien's small insecurity.

  The eldest of Desire 4 has problems mentally, and they all know that. Maybe due to his insecure past that has him acting like Heng is able to be lost in his arms even as he holds him tight. Tonight, it seems like one of those.. nights.

  When he feels a little too down, and when he feels as though he's lost his lover, even if it's not true. Spiraling into the many things he would mess up later in their relationship, fumbling and stumbling and Heng would be tired of him, frustrated because of his clumsy quietness, and go off.

  Heng, as the amazing man that he is, can tell from the moment they got into their car and drove back to their shared apartment, that - well. Something was off.

  Shutting the door behind them, as Peien toed off his shoes and pushed them aside with his feet to put on slippers instead, Heng had thrown himself onto his back, clinging like he always does. The warmth fills him, but there's only so much it can do to his mood.

  Pecks met his temple, then down to his jaw, cheek, and everywhere. On his nose, even. "Heng.." He really, really, wants something. And yet, he doesn't want to do anything. It's numbing, this feeling that's pushing and pulling him to the brick of destruction. "I-.."

  "Are you okay, baobei?" He doesn't even know how they ended up here, but Heng is straddling his lap, and holding him close. Nuzzling, and cuddling, and giving him so much love it brings him to tears. The younger man holds him, and he feels worse, yet better.

  "I'm sorry, you were having a good day and I-" He's cut off.

  "No. You have nothing to be sorry for. You don't ruin anything - you've never." The way Jiang just gathers him in his arms, the way he weighs him down by sitting on his lap - it keeps him from floating. This is what he needs. "I love you, I love you so much." In every way, no matter what.

  His stubbornness and determination to love Peien could rival the dense and obliviousness of Wenlang. He had bubbled out a laugh, burying his face in the young man's chest, nosing the sternum which had been covered by his soft sweater. Smelling of a soft cologne, almost like..

  "Yes, I bought my own cologne. And yes-.. it's Iris." Very faintly, it is. As though it might help the man get into character. Which, Peien had found ironic, considering how he was just about to say-

  "No, I was laughing because you're nothing like Shen Wenlang.. but you just proved me wrong."

  "Are you calling me dense?" Like this, his pouty face with a furrow of the eyebrows, he had looked just like his tempered character. Peien had blinked away the blurriness of his eyes that came from his earlier tears of being in distraught, replaced by a look that always made Heng a little.. flustered. As though it had set butterflies in his stomach.

  A blush is on his face in seconds. Heng huffed. Peien always had a look for him specifically. As though he had hung the stars for him, and the older man really does seem to think so with the way he continues to nuzzle, pulling at his waist until they're chest to chest, quiet. Comfortable. Home.