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There is, Wei Wuxian decides, a special horror to stepping out of a highway-side truck stop bathroom and realizing that the tour bus that you were travelling on is no longer there.
There is an even more special horror to realizing that you’ve been stranded there with the only person on the tour bus who seems to hate your guts.
“So,” he says brightly, as he and Lan Wangji stand on the sidewalk and stare at the formerly bus-occupied curb. “This is kinda bad.”
Lan Wangji turns around and gives him a look that says, I am way too classy to tell you to shut up, but it is a near thing.
Honestly, in retrospect, Wei Wuxian probably should have known better. Rule number one of taking a bathroom break during a long-haul bus tour: when the bus pulls into the pit stop area, be the first one off the bus. Be at the front of the pack of puffer-vest-wearing aunties who have armed themselves with their travel-sized packets of tissues; if you’re ahead of the pack, you’ll also be the first one back on the bus, and any potential disasters—such as getting left behind in the bathrooms—will be avoided.
Call him a fool, but Wei Wuxian didn’t realize he had to pee until the bus had already been parked for more than five minutes, and here he is now. Abandoned.
“At least we’re not alone,” he tries again. “Less chance of getting kidnapped, probably.”
Lan Wangji furrows his brow. “I do not know why someone would want to kidnap a grown man.”
“I dunno.” Wei Wuxian tries to make his up-and-down look as subtle as he can. Lan Wangji’s whole outfit looks like it costs a year of pay. “Maybe to get rich? You look like you could be ransomed.”
Okay, he hadn’t realized how incredibly suspicious that sounded until it was already out of his mouth.
“Not that I would do that,” he amends hastily. “‘Cause I would be getting kidnapped along with you, obviously. Not for ransom, though, I don’t have that type of money. Maybe just for my looks?”
Lan Wangji pins him with another withering glare. This one is in the flavor of I would pay real actual money just for you to close your mouth and never speak again.
Unluckily for him, Wei Wuxian has already built a tolerance to those glares via constant exposure. It’s not like they’ve talked much at all—and Wei Wuxian swears he didn’t do anything very rude or outrageous, beyond perhaps just existing—but it seems like Lan Wangji has spent at least half of their bus tour shooting eye-daggers in his general direction for no apparent reason.
But who cares! Who cares if the hottest man he’s ever met wants to vaporize him with his eyes? It doesn’t matter to Wei Wuxian. If he wasted time being devastated every time someone disliked him, he never would’ve made it to adulthood.
When Lan Wangji—instead of saying helpful things like Worry not! I have my wallet and am also massively loaded or, If we were kidnapped together I would definitely ask my family to pay to save your life too—just pulls out his phone and starts texting, Wei Wuxian turns away and kicks at the cigarette butts scattered on the dusty ground.
Thirty seconds of silence pass. Wei Wuxian makes uncomfortable eye contact with the old man squatting on his heels at the other side of the bus pull-in area, and then a second, accidental, and even more uncomfortable eye contact with the old man’s belly button, exposed by the tank top pulled over his paunch. He looks away hastily.
“Sooo, what are you doing?” he asks, for lack of anything better to say. Even small talk with Lan Wangji seems like a better option than staring down a neighborhood uncle.
Lan Wangji doesn’t take his eyes away from his phone screen. “I am trying to contact my brother. He is still on the bus.”
Ah—now there’s a good idea. And, Wei Wuxian remembers, Lan Wangji is not the only one with a brother on the bus!
He pulls up WeChat on his own phone.
Wei Wuxian
jiang cheng!!!!!!!!!!! the bus left me behind im still at the bathrooms tell them to turn around!!!!!!!!!!!
Jiang Cheng
Lol
Wei Wuxian
just LOL??
HOW DID U NOT NOTICE
UR THE WORST BROTHER EVER
TELL THE DRIVER TO TURN AROUND
HEY
are you asking?????
jiang cheng pls ;-;
i dont wanna live in a bathroom
im delicate im not cut out for that type of life
Jiang Cheng
Like hell you’re delicate
And yeah I just asked
The driver said they can’t turn around because it’ll mess with the schedule
But you can try to catch up to us and they’ll compensate you for transportation costs
Wei Wuxian
??????????????????????????????????
WHAT
WHAT KIND OF POLICY IS THAT
HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE
Jiang Cheng
No idea
Wei Wuxian
WELL THAT DOESNT HELP
adjsjdjsjfjkk jiang cheng WHAT DO I DO
Jiang Cheng
Just try to catch up
I can make sure your stuff doesn’t get lost or whatever
You might be able to rendezvous with us at the next hotel or something
You’ll manage
Call a didi or whatever
Wei Wuxian
I AM CALLING A DIDI. MY DIDI!!!!!! YOURE RIGHT HERE DIDI COME BACK AND GET ME
Jiang Cheng
That was the worst pun you’ve ever made. Don’t ever do that again
Wei Wuxian
but JIANG CHENG. IVE BEEN ABANDONED
LIKE A STRAY CAT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. BY MY LONESOME
YOURE GONNA LEAVE ME HERE? YOURE GONNA LEAVE YOUR POOR BROTHER ALONE WITH LAN WANGJI WHO HATES HIM?
Jiang Cheng
?!
Hold on
Lan Wangji is there?
Shit, good fucking luck with that
I was wondering whose phone kept going off
Lan Wangji’s brother is two rows down from ours
The guy’s conked the fuck out
Jiang Cheng sends Wei Wuxian a picture, then; it’s of Lan Xichen, elegant neck bent at a stiff ninety degree angle, eyes firmly closed, and a half-closed bottle of melatonin still in one hand. Ahhh, environmental storytelling.
Jiang Cheng
I don’t think he’s getting up anytime soon
Wei Wuxian
oh my god we’re doomed
u dont have enough money to pay ransom jiang cheng!! if i get kidnapped ill die!!
Jiang Cheng
The hell are you talking about
Focus on getting a ride first
Blabber nonsense later
Wei Wuxian concedes to Jiang Cheng’s point, and lowers his phone to give Lan Wangji the rundown.
“So, uh, long story short, they won’t come back for us, so we gotta find our own way to catch up to the bus. Also, apparently your brother took a melatonin—“
Lan Wangji closes his eyes in apparent despair.
“—and, well, you probably know better than me, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll wake up any time soon? Must be a really strong melatonin. Or he’s just a really heavy sleeper. So, yeah. That’s why he isn’t texting back.”
When it seems like Lan Wangji isn’t going to say anything in return, Wei Wuxian begins to fiddle with the end of his shirt. “So, it looks like we’re gonna have to team up? But look on the bright side, we can make an adventure out of it! Which—okay, I won’t be able to provide the financial backing, but I can be the brains—”
“I have already called a Didi,” says Lan Wangji, not even looking at him.
“Oh,” Wei Wuxian falters, feeling his heart sink. “I—good for you. I guess I’ll just...see you when I get there.” More like if I get there, he amends silently. He goes to pull up a map app on his phone, already calculating the distance and the possible ride fee in his head and cringing at the hit his bank account’s about to take. This is fine. He’s been through worse; maybe he could hitchhike—
“No need,” Lan Wangji interrupts, tone firm. “You may ride with me.”
Wei Wuxian blinks in surprise.
“Wh—I mean, that’s surprisingly nice of you, but you don’t need to inconvenience yourself! I can get my own ride, I’m really good at getting out of sticky situations like this—”
“I said there is no need.”
“Nah, I can pay for myself!”
Lan Wangji lets out the quietest, most put-upon sigh. “I have already called a ride for two passengers. If you do not come, then it is a waste of my money.”
That takes the wind right out of Wei Wuxian’s sails. “I—whatever. Fine. You win. But you know you’re punishing yourself, too!”
Lan Wangji, who has long since turned away from Wei Wuxian to observe the traffic, angles his face back just the slightest bit. “How is that a punishment?”
Wei Wuxian frowns. “Well, don’t you hate my guts? Now you have to be in a car with me for hours!”
Lan Wangji’s brows draw in.
“It is no different from being in the same bus,” he says, turning away again. “And I never said I hated you.”
Then he goes back to staring at the steady stream of sun-reflecting and exhaust-spewing cars whizzing past on the road, because that’s apparently better than making conversation with the real live human being standing next to him.
For the tenth time, Wei Wuxian wonders what his deal is.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he mutters under his breath—very quietly, because despite the glaring and the silent hatred and the everything, Lan Wangji was still nice enough to pay for Wei Wuxian’s ride—and then curses himself when his own aimless people/car-watching leads him straight into another accidental eye contact with Tank Top Uncle.
What a day.
The Didi is sleek and black and blessedly air conditioned, and Wei Wuxian has never been more bored in his life.
On the bus, there was at least the constant suffocating buzz of the other passengers to help him pass the time.The aunties in the back of the bus chattered loudly enough that he never had to strain his ears to catch their conversation; before Wei Wuxian was so cruelly flung to the side of the road, they had been discussing the juiciest bits of what seemed like an entire neighborhood-wide tangle of drama. The toddler in the row behind him had also been an excellent distraction; taking little Gucci sneakers to the back ensured that he never had a dull (or un-kicked) moment.
If all else failed, there had also been Jiang Cheng, who...well, things are still a bit awkward. But they’re getting somewhere.
Now, though, it’s just him and Lan Wangji and the didi driver, who seems content to drive the next couple of hours with only his Andy Lau throwbacks playlist filling the silence.
Wei Wuxian has just resigned himself to his fate when his stomach lets out the most earth-shatteringly loud growl he’s ever heard. Even more unluckily, it happens just as the current song fades into silence, which means he can’t even play it off as a sound effect.
Lan Wangji twitches in the passenger’s seat.
Wei Wuxian cracks open a complimentary bottle of water and tries to drown the demon in his belly, and then stares determinedly out the window just as a truck carrying big, ripe watermelons rattles past. Against his will, he imagines slicing a watermelon into wedges and biting into the sweet, juicy flesh.
Guuu, wails his stomach.
When he looks up in exasperation, Lan Wangji is watching him from the rear-view mirror.
Wei Wuxian doubles down on the water.
“Shifu,” Lan Wangji says suddenly, turning in his seat to address the driver, “Would you mind pulling out at the next highway exit? I would like to change our drop-off point.”
“Eh? Your drop off point is still quite far. You’re sure about that?”
“Yes,” replies Lan Wangji. “I have not had lunch yet. Do you happen to have any restaurant recommendations?”
“You really didn’t have to,” Wei Wuxian says again as he carries their two orders of liangmian over to the table. “I could’ve paid for myself.”
“It is nothing,” Lan Wangji says dismissively. He’s tying up his long, dark hair, and Wei Wuxian has to jerk his head away when he realizes he’s been staring at the way the wispy strands at Lan Wangji’s nape stick to the fine, pale skin of his neck. He swallows hard.
“Well. Still,” Wei Wuxian protests, gesturing widely, and then:
“—Ah,” he says, as one flailing hand knocks his unbalanced chopsticks tumble over the rim of his bowl. “Oops. There it goes.”
Lan Wangji gives him another one of those long, unreadable looks, and then rises from the table. “I will get you another pair.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” Wei Wuxian says sheepishly, and nurses the small thrill in his chest as Lan Wangji seems to smile in response.
(He can’t but help to overhear the exchange between Lan Wangji and the lady at the counter—after all, their table isn’t that far from the cash register, and the sound carries well, regardless of the swelling chatter in the stuffy, fan-blown shop:
“Ahh, such a handsome couple! How nice to be young and travelling around for fun! Ah, you remind me of when my husband used to—“
“Couple? We are not—”
“—take me around, he would always say, ‘Rong-er, it’s just you and me and the road, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go!’ You two are so sweet, you can have these mandarins for free!”
“But—”
“Aiyaaa, xiao shuaige, just take them!”
Lan Wangji returns to the table with fresh chopsticks, two bright, plump mandarin oranges, and a pair of very red ears.)
As it always is: when food is on hand, conversation becomes easy. Their chatter—rather, Wei Wuxian’s chatter and Lan Wangji’s measured sentences—flows, and Wei Wuxian makes the pleasant discovery that Lan Wangji is actually funnier than he thought!
(He does think that Lan Wangji could still use a little bit of fun in his life, though.)
Just as he’s finishing up the last of his liangmian, the moped rental center across the street catches Wei Wuxian’s eye.
“Hey. Have you ever ridden a moped before?”
“No,” replies Lan Wangji, his eyes narrowing.
The first inkling of a wonderful idea is blooming open in Wei Wuxian’s mind. “Well, I started riding right after high school! It’s a lot of fun, you know, when you’re zipping along the highway you can feel the wind in your hair—only if you’re not wearing a helmet, though, and obviously I wore one—”
Lan Wangji turns and follows Wei Wuxian’s eye line across the street. “Where is this going,” he says slowly.
Wei Wuxian grins widely and sets his used napkin down.
“Okay,” he says. “Hear me out.”
Much cajoling is required, but somehow, against all odds, Lan Wangjij agrees to carve out a chunk of their journey via moped.
They rent a dinky little one with a scratched red paint job, and Wei Wuxian loves it instantly.
“Oh my god,” he says. “It’s red like a little apple! I call dibs on driving!”
Lan Wangji sighs, gives him a look that undoubtedly means Of course you are driving, I have never driven a moped in my life. It might be Wei Wuxian’s imagination, but even then it seems almost fond.
They mount the moped, Lan Wangji tucked up behind Wei Wuxian and a sun visor perched on his head (“Here, I bought this for you at the front desk! Don’t want that complexion of yours to be ruined!), and set off on their journey down the highway.
They make good time, squeezing through cars in between the busy lanes. Two hours pass like this, and Wei Wuxian revels at the way the landscape changes as it whips past his eyes.
Abruptly, Lan Wangji speaks in his ear. “You are quite good at driving. How did you first learn?”
Wei Wuxian has to pitch his voice up above the whistling of the wind. “Oh,” he says cheerily, “I got disowned when I was eighteen, so I picked up a lot of jobs as a food delivery boy! Sometimes on foot, but after a while I realized that moped delivery would be a lot better, so I learned how to drive!”
“Ah. I see.”
“Yeah!” Wei Wuxian pauses, sticks out his tongue in concentration as he squeezes through a particularly tight gap between a dusty teal taxi and a large minivan. “I got a lot of good practice in! Wiped out a couple times though, haha, so I wouldn’t recommend driving in the rain!”
Lan Wangji’s voice sounds stiff. “Noted.”
And of course, it is at this moment—the wind combing through the free strands of their hair, Lan Wangji’s surprisingly strong arms wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s waist, the little red moped purring warmly underneath them both—that the rapidly greying sky splits open to release an unpleasantly lukewarm torrent of rain.
Wei Wuxian sighs as he feels droplets trickle down the back of his shirt.
“Well. This might as well happen. If you want, we can probably keep going. You know, I think I’ve seen a drama where this happened, and—”
“We will not be able to travel like this,” Lan Wangji interrupts, voice close against his ear. Wei Wuxian’s hands tighten on the handles of the moped, and he tries not to imagine the image they must make—rain soaking them both, their clothes going translucent, Lan Wangji plastered to his back. “You said it yourself. No driving in the rain. We should find a hotel for the night.”
Wei Wuxian blinks through the rain stinging at his eyes. He considers saying that happened in the drama, too, and then remembers the scenes that followed, and thinks better of it.
Up ahead, a big blue highway sign: Next exit: 500m.
They manage to find a hotel five minutes later.
Of course—there’s only one room left.
And of course—there’s only one bed in that room.
When they slink in past the doorway, shivering from the cold and their shirts water-logged from the rain, Wei Wuxian stumbles over to the horrendously-patterned armchair and sinks down onto the springy cushion.
Well, he thinks, at least there’s no way things can get worse.
At that moment, he hears a sticky scraping noise from the vicinity of the bathroom entrance.
“Wei Wuxian,” Lan Wangji calls from the hallway. He sighs once, which is what Wei Wuxian imagines to be his equivalent of a deep and tragic groan of endless exhaustion. “The bathroom door will not close.”
Ah. Wei Wuxian revises his previous thought. Things have gotten worse.
“And by that, you mean…” Wei Wuxian says slowly, hoping beyond hope that he’s right, “Like, it just doesn’t click closed all the way?”
Wordlessly, Lan Zhan waves him towards the bathroom, and both he and Wei Wuxian stand silently in the doorway and marvel at the way the door has lodged itself into a permanent 45-degree angle from the gaping doorframe.
“Okay. So that’s a no.”
He tries kicking at it once—it shudders dangerously. “Okay, there’s no moving that. At least there’s a bathroom in the lobby, though! I definitely saw it when we walked in.”
“There is no shower there.”
Wei Wuxian considers his options.
“You know what,” he decides. “Both of us are cold and wet enough to agree that it won’t be a big deal, right? One person showers, one person sits outside and doesn’t peek, it’ll be fine!”
“...Of course,” Lan Wangji says, not meeting his eyes “You may have the first shower.”
In the bathroom, Wei Wuxian strips hastily out of his chilled, uncomfortable clothes—and then, because it’s an unfamiliar bathroom, spends a good 5 minutes figuring out how to work the shower knob.
When he finally gets the water running, he’s got it turned to the wrong temperature, and is gifted with a high-pressure jet of freezing cold water.
He yelps, the noise high and whiny and echoing off the tile.
There’s a knock on the wall next to the bathroom entrance, and Lan Wangji’s voice comes through the open doorway, sounding oddly strained. “Are you alright?”
Wei Wuxian’s still shocked from his cold water blast, so his voice comes out sounding rather breathless. It’s a little embarrassing, but whatever. “Yeah! All fine in here!”
A pause.
“Alright. If—let me know if you need anything.” And then the sound of footsteps, moving away.
For the most part, the rest of Wei Wuxian’s shower is quite uneventful—that is, until he finishes up, peeks his head out the shower curtain, and realizes that there aren’t any towels or bathrobes in the bathroom.
Ahhh. Fuck his life.
“Haha uh! Lan Wangji! I might need a hand, after all!”
Lan Wangji’s answer comes several beats too late. “A...hand?”
“Yeah, there aren’t any towels in here! Could you check the closet?
“Ah. The towels. Yes. Give me a moment.”
Shuffling noises, and then Lan Wangji announces that there are towels and bathrobes in the hallway closet.
Silence, again.
Wei Wuxian shivers. There are cooling droplets running down his bare back. “Sooo, uh. Can you bring them in for me? Unless you want me to go out there wet and naked, haha—”
“No,” comes Lan Wangji’s hurried reply. “I will bring them in.”
So Wei Wuxian draws the curtain back around himself, head still out, and watches in extreme amusement as Lan Wangji shuffles into the bathroom, each step hindered by his extreme determination in looking away from the general vicinity of the shower.
Once the goods are handed over, Lan Wangji hurries back out so quickly that he knocks his hip on the sink basin.
Wei Wuxian chuckles under his breath, and then shivers again. The touch of Lan Wangji’s fingers against his, while he’s standing here wet and naked and vulnerable—never mind. He must be tired from the long day of travel.
When he finally makes his exit, feeling warm and fresh, wrapped up in a bathrobe (his clothes have to dry overnight), Lan Wangji is looking a little red around the ears.
Wei Wuxian feels a frown forming. “Are you feeling cold? Quick, shower, shower! You’ll feel better!”
“Yes.” Lan Wangji flinches back when Wei Wuxian bends over to peer into his face and rises hastily, brushing past his shoulder on the way to the bathroom. “Please excuse me.”
“Hm.” Wei Wuxian watches him go, pulling his bathrobe up from where it had slipped open around his chest. “Enjoy, I guess?”
Then he settles down onto the bed and smooths his hands over the starchy sheets, for a lack of anything better to do. In the bathroom, he hears the grinding of the shower knob, and then the hissing spray of the showerhead starting up.
Inexplicably, Wei Wuxian’s cheeks turn warm. He’d managed to push down that weird feeling from earlier, but now, listening to the shower run, and with not even a door between him and Lan Wangji’s presumably naked, dripping body, his thoughts start to...wander.
Lan Wangji’s shirt had been awfully see-through in the rain, after all. And Wei Wuxian had certainly gotten an eyeful.
He shakes his head. No! No improper thoughts about Lan Wangji’s big arms and apparently poppin’ pecs! No below-the-waist imaginations! He shouldn’t be thinking like that, how disrespectful!
So, of course, that’s all he thinks about for the rest of Lan Wangji’s shower.
By the time Lan Wangji makes his reappearance, hair dripping on his fine collarbones, Wei Wuxian is about ready to have an aneurysm.
“Cool!” he blurts out. “You’re done! Let’s go to sleep! And you know what, let’s also turn off the lights so we can’t see each other!”
After a bit of awkward shuffling, they manage to settle down to sleep, uncomfortably close. His nerves seem to have only been heightened by the darkness and silence, and Wei Wuxian swears he can feel Lan Wangji’s arm brushing his.
They had gotten to know each other surprisingly well over the course of the day, and spent hours chest-to-back on the moped, but—lying in bed together is unnervingly intimate. Different, somehow.
Wei Wuxian sits up abruptly. “Sorry, I’m just gonna text a quick check-in to my brother! So he doesn’t worry!”
Lan Wangji makes a soft humming noise, and Wei Wuxian’s fingers slip as he pulls up WeChat.
Wei Wuxian
FHSKDJJDNF JIANG CHENG. HELP MEEEE
Jiang Cheng
What. Are you dying.
Wei Wuxian
IM SHARING A BED WITH LAN WANGJI
Jiang Cheng
...Why
Wei Wuxian
HOTEL DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH BEDS
I CANT MOVE WITHOUT TOUCHING HIM HELP
Jiang Cheng
My condolences.
Wei Wuxian
YOURE MY WORST BROTHER
Jiang Cheng
I’m your only brother. this is your fault for not using the rest stop bathroom more quickly
You made your bed now lie in it
Lol
Wei Wuxian
>:(((((
Jiang Cheng
It’s late I’m not staying up to hear you whine
Good night.
Don’t get bitten
Wei Wuxian
im mad at you but good night!!
So, that leaves Wei Wuxian to a dark room and a warm, Lan Wangji-containing bed. He settles himself back down, as carefully as possible.
The, they both lie there on their backs, staring at the ceiling, very much awake.
After a minute, Lan Wangji’s voice comes from the side, closer than expected.
“It is good of you to check in with your brother.”
Wei Wuxian startles. His hand brushes Lan Wangji’s arm, and he jerks it back hurriedly. “Oh! Yeah, I guess. Did you text yours?”
“Earlier today, yes. He trusts I am fine.”
“Hm. Yeah.” Wei Wuxian bites at his lip. “I don’t know if Jiang Cheng trusts me just yet, but I just wanted him to know I’m okay. Don’t think he’d take it too well if I went radio silent again.”
“...Again?”
Wei Wuxian twitches under the covers. He wants to move, suddenly, but then he’ll bump into his bed partner.
“I...I kinda disappeared on him and my sister after I got disowned. Only got in touch recently, y’know. The bus tour was kinda our re-bonding trip.”
Lan Wangji lets out a soft breath. “I am sorry.”
At that, Wei Wuxian turns over in a hurry and almost knocks his nose into Lan Wangji’s chin. He hadn’t realized Lan Wangji was facing him. “No, don’t apologize! It’s not even your fault. And it’s not like the trip is ruined, either. We—it was hard, but Jiang Cheng and I have been getting a lot better. I’m just happy he wants me back in his life, after all the—after all I put him through.
A long pause. Lan Wangji’s voice comes again, quiet and low.
“I would be surprised if he does not.”
Wei Wuxian’s face feels very hot. He thinks he might be choking on his own tongue. “Uhh. thanks! You don’t have to be nice about it, though, i’m not exactly the best—”
“You are very good. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life.”
He splutters.
“I—wow! Why are you being so nice, haha. I’m gonna think you like me or something!” And then, as soon as the last words slip out of his mouth, he shuts his jaw with a loud click. Too late.
He didn’t know a silence could sound flustered, but Lan Wangji makes it happen. He swallows loudly.
Wei Wuxian’s fingers twist in the sheets. “Uh. Um. Never mind, let’s just go to sl—”
Lan Wangji exhales sharply. “...Yes. Or something.”
The bed feels very, very small, all of a sudden. The darkness closes around them.
“Okay,” Wei Wuxian breathes. His heart thunders in his ears. “I don’t know if I’m reading this wrong, but—I want to. I. Lan Wangji, can I—”
The bed creaks—
The sheets rustle—
And then he’s shut up by Lan Wangji’s lips on his.
They put the bed to good use that night.
In the morning, Wei Wuxian wakes up with his head on Lan Wangji’s chest and three new texts from his brother.
Jiang Cheng
Morning
I slept awfully. I hope you did too
My neighbors were so loud, I could hear the headboard against the wall all night. Horny assholes
W ei Wuxian
LOL!!!!!! sucks for you, my night was fine
more than fine
ill tell you all about it later!!!!
hopefully we can catch up to you guys by today. see you!
And then, he has the pleasure of having a morning make-out with Lan Wangji, who has a very talented tongue indeed.
After succeeding in tangling his entire body into the sweaty sheets, Wei Wuxian pulls himself away with a sigh.
“We’ve got a long day ahead of us, I think. Still have to catch up with the bus!”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji smiles up at him softly, eyes sparkling. His lips are red and kiss-swollen. “We should go.”
Wei Wuxian melts. “Okay, five more minutes.”
Many lingering touches and heated glances later, they have finally gathered their things, and are heading out to check out from their room. As they step out into the faintly cigarette-smelling hallway, the door to the neighboring room opens at the same time.
Wei Wuxian cringes silently. “Oh my god,” he whispers, clinging to Lan Wangji’s arm. “I hope they didn’t hear us, this is gonna be so embarrassing!”
Lan Wangji links his fingers through Wei Wuxian’s.
“It will be fine,” he reassures. “We will walk past without making eye contact.” He begins to lead Wei Wuxian away.
The door opens all the way. The occupant steps out. Wei Wuxian makes eye contact.
It’s Jiang Cheng.
For a long, horrible moment, they all stare at each other, eyes wide.
Wei Wuxian thinks about the morning texts. Jiang Cheng stares at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s linked hands. Wei Wuxian feels his soul leave his body. Jiang Cheng’s face goes purple.
“WEI WUXIAN—!”
Well. It turns out that they’d already caught up to the tour group, after all.