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“So, before you get angry, let me just say it was on clearance sale because it was “beyond saving” and I’m going to sell it again when it’s revived so technically it's not really another new plant.” 

Wen Qing looks completely unimpressed with Wei Ying’s reasoning, arms folded and a hip jutted out in a practiced pose that works best for Wei-Ying-chastisement. He pouts, looking up under his lashes at her even though she’s a foot shorter than him, cradling the sad looking plant in his hands. 

“You are the worst,” she replies. 

“Look at how cute it is though! All shrivelled and baby!”

“Plants do not look baby!” she counters, rolling her eyes. “Go put it somewhere I don’t have to look at it and judge you over.”

“Love you!” Wei Ying scampers away with the pot. 

He’d been out doing the grocery shopping for the house for the week (his turn unfortunately!) when he passed a small plant market near the store. He’d promised Wen Qing months ago he would stop buying plants since their house is a veritable jungle that takes like 90% of Wei Ying’s limited daily spoons to care for, and they really don’t need more. And he has mostly stuck to his promise—only having brought four plants home since he made it. Today was just like...a fluke. He was perfectly happy walking through the plants in the market to admire them, but then he saw this sad droopy little pilea reduced to only 10 yuan! How could he abandon it to death? 

He will give it all the love and attention it needs to thrive and then he will do good on his word and sell it or give it to someone who deserves a green friend. 

He already owns seven money plants anyway. 

Although...eight is an auspicious number...hmm...

Wei Ying totes his new plant out the back to repot it, feeling happy. They have enough plants that Wen Qing probably won’t even notice if he keeps this one too! Snickering to himself, Wei Ying sets about easing his baby out of its old soil and cleaning it up and repotting it. The soil is super compacted clay that’s hard to get off the roots so it ends up taking a lot longer than he expects. He is content, though, giving love to the plant, humming under his breath while he works. 

Once he finishes potting he thinks...well, everything’s already out and he has been meaning to pot some cuttings lately. Oh and there’s that rootbound brunfelsia he’s been meaning to upsize. Ah, and the trees he’s been meaning to trim. That bush needs pruning too. Oh all these weeds!

He ends up distracted in the backyard for two hours. 

Wei Ying is on his knees, elbow deep in soil when Wen Qing calls out to him. 

“Hey, Wei Ying, your phone has been going off like crazy for ages.”

“Oh!” Wei Ying sits back, wiping at his forehead with a part of his forearm not covered in dirt. Who would be contacting him so incessantly? “Wait. Shit.” he suddenly remembers. “What time is it?” 

“Just after 3.” 

“Fuck!” he laughs, scrambling to his feet, and then nearly toppling sideways when pain shoots through his sore knees. “I forgot I was meeting Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang.”

“Oh yeah, the movie, right?” Wen Qing asks, also remembering. “You dope. Isn’t it at 3:30?” 

“Yeah!” he exclaims, wiping his hands on his pants and jogging towards the door. “I can make it!” 

“No, no,” she scolds, holding out a hand and stepping back to guard the backdoor. “You are not abandoning your mess out here for me and a-Ning to clean up. Deal with this, then you can go watch your movie.” 

“A-jie!” Wei Ying moans. “But I'll be late!”

“You’ve never been on time to anything in your life. Clean up.”

Wei Ying tries levelling his pout at her again but she just closes and locks the door. Letting out a scoff of great offence, Wei Ying sticks his tongue out at her, but does as he’s told and turns back to the garden. Oof...he really made a mess. 

Sighing, he sets to work scooping all the discarded weeds and clippings into a bucket, dumping the old soil into the garden, hosing off the bricks from all the dirt he tracked around, watering the garden while he’s at it. 

He’s done in about ten minutes but he has to knock on the door for another five before Wen Qing actually deigns to let him back in the house. He checks his phone and sees the barrage of texts that had alerted Wen Qing, all from Jiang Cheng. 

Wei Ying laughs, chagrined. He sends off a ON MY WAY I LOVE YOU text even though Jiang Cheng said he’d turned his phone off, then he jumps in the shower. Getting dressed turns out to be a minor ordeal since he clearly doesn’t actually own any clothes. Switching between two different pairs of skinny jeans and six different shirt and jacket combos until he’s happy and then finding the right coordinating jewellery takes him another twenty minutes. 

He’s half tripping over his boots—attempting to pull them on, snap his choker around his neck and slide his arms into a jacket all at the same time—as he runs out to the car. By the time he’s driving to the cinema it’s almost 4 but it’s just around the corner so he’s really only 15 minutes late to the feature! That’s not bad! 

He buys his ticket with little hassle, the attendant at the counter does not care that he’s missed the beginning of the film, happy to take his money. He doesn’t get popcorn because he intends to steal Jiang Cheng’s out of spite. 

Wei Ying jogs to the cinema door and yanks it open. It’s in the middle of a quiet moment where characters are talking on the screen in whispers and the door clangs awfully loud when he lets go. Oops...that seems like a pretty bad design flaw for a cinema. They should be soft close doors! Not his fault!

Unsurprisingly when he gets into the cinema a few of the eyes are already turned his way, his entrance somewhat unsubtle. He looks up the rows and manages to spot Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang towards the back. Jiang Cheng visibly rolls his eyes and Nie Huaisang gives him a happy wave. 

“Hey!” Wei Ying whisper-shouts back, audible in the quiet room. He trips up the first stair a little, his boots clunking loudly. A few people snicker. Wei Ying laughs too, to himself, and tramps up to the correct row. It seems like a prank how hollow the stairs are—he clomps loudly with every step totally unintentionally! This cinema is really out to get him.

He reaches the row his friends are seated in around the centre. There’s four people Wei Ying has to scooch past. If he’d paid attention he would’ve seen no one was on the other side of the row which meant if he’d walked up the stairs on the opposite side he wouldn’t be disturbing anyone (anymore than he already was) but he wasn't about to go clomping back down the steps again to walk around. 

“Excuse me!” he murmurs and starts to edge past the first two people on the aisle. Really it’d be nice if the movie could play some loud sounds now to cover his clomping. He gets past the couple with no trouble and is just about to excuse himself past the second two guys when his boot snags on the handbag strap of the girl on the aisle. The tight spot between rows doesn’t give him much room to catch his balance and he trips straight over. 

With his loudlest clomp yet and an “Oof! Fuck!” Wei Ying manages to go flying right into the lap of the guy in the next seat. Boy does he land in that lap. He couldn’t have at least fallen into the chair next to him? Or manage to catch himself on the chair arm? Nope! His knees hit the floor with a hollow thud and his whole torso drapes dramatically over the thighs of this poor unsuspecting movie goer with enough force to shake the whole row of seats. 

Wei Ying hears the aborted bark of laughter from Nie Huaisang, a few seats away. 

“Holy shit!” Wei Ying manages to get his shout of shock into mostly a whisper. In a blessing, the movie picks up into something like action and some loud sound effects cover the rest of his muffled curses. The entire cinema knows he’s a fucking idiot but at least they’ll be distracted now. Wei Ying struggles to find his balance, shoe still hooked into someone’s bag and arms flailing in someone else’s lap. The stranger he’s assaulting attempts to help him, gripping at his arms to steady him. 

“Sorry!” Wei Ying hisses. “Fuck! I am so sorry!”

“It’s alright,” a voice whispers in reply. He, at least, is keeping his voice low. They manage to get Wei Ying off his lap and he slides somewhat pathetically into the gap between his knees, one foot still thrown out and looped into someone’s bag and his head embarrassingly deep between a stranger's thighs. The guy’s hands are still gripping Wei Ying’s forearms strongly. For some reason Wei Ying’s first new thought is Oh his jumper is really soft! having just dragged his face across it where it’s tied around the guy’s waist. 

He looks up and sees, tragically, that he’s managed to find the most intimidatingly flawless person to embarrass himself all over. The guy is hot—long hair loosely tied back and thick eyelashes framing light eyes that shine in the reflection of the silver screen. He has crazy firm thighs too, Wei Ying notes distantly. 

The girl on the aisle manages to unhook her bag from around Wei Ying’s shoe so he's free to stand. 

“Thanks,” he whispers to her and receives a muffled giggle in reply. Well he’s still being laughed at endlessly by Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang so a little more laughter isn’t going to kill him. Wei Ying tries to shuffle his legs back under himself and manages to kneel between the guys legs, pain twinging up his limbs from all the time spent in the garden. The guy lets go of Wei Ying’s wrists so he can attempt standing, grabbing at the closest thing he can find for balance which ends up being the guy’s firm thighs again, oops! 

Wei Ying stands, but he doesn’t realise quickly enough that the choker necklace he’d put on when oh so carefully picking out his outfit has gotten snagged on the knit weave of the poor man’s jumper around his waist. Weak legged, Wei Ying gets immediately jerked back down to his knees, yanked by the throat, and he falls back on his ass, face planting directly into the guy’s dick. He’s mostly padded by said jumper but the horror is not lost on anyone. That’s a dick right there! And this sure is Wei Ying’s face. 

Both he and the guy let out simultaneous gasps, and his hands fly up to grab at Wei Ying's head in shock. Wei Ying looks up wide-eyed, poor sullied stranger staring back in equal amounts of surprise. Naturally Wei Ying starts to laugh. 

“Oh fuck hhaah...no...s-s-sorry!” he gasps in his hushed laughter. “Haha...ha...so sorry oh no, oh fuck hahaha.”

Wei Ying tries to lean away and feels the way his neck is tugged on when he gets too far. The guy lets go of his head to try and unhook the little star pendant on the front from where it’s looped into the knit weave. Wei Ying, desperate, doesn't waste time untangling himself and just goes for the snap buttons at the back of the choker. Lifting his hands is a struggle in the gap between the guy’s thighs and he has to somewhat bury his face in dick again to get behind his neck. He groans pathetically, but he manages to unfasten himself and throws himself directly onto the floor away from the guy. 

He probably says sorry about 400 more times, the sound of his friends’ muffled guffaws barely covered by the movie. Wei Ying has to use the guy’s thighs to hoist himself up again, apologising again uselessly. The guy’s hands steady him, helping him up. What the fuck he’s so nice. 

Wei Ying apologises for the 900th time and stumbles the rest of the way down the row to his friends, throwing himself into the spare seat beside them. They descend on him immediately, Jiang Cheng raining punches on him while Nie Huaisang grips at his collar, shaking him, whispering laughter and curses in his ears. Wei Ying is almost reduced to tears from how fucking funny that was, slapping Jiang Cheng back and knocking Nie Huaisang’s hands away. 

“You are shameless!” Jiang Cheng hisses. “Shameless!”

“Wei-ge! You’re killing me! I’m dying! What was that!”

“What the fuck!” Wei Ying hisses back. “I cannot believe that just happened!”

“This is all your own fault!” Jiang Cheng says, slapping him one more time. 

“Why were you so late!”

“I don’t care!” Jiang Cheng interrupts before Wei Ying can reply. “Watch the fucking movie, talk later!”

Nie Huaisang settles back, casting Wei Ying more looks of amusement and Wei Ying does his best to do so as well. He keeps snickering and he and Nie Huaisang break out into several more bouts of hushed laughter. Jiang Cheng shushes them both. 

But how is Wei Ying supposed to just Deal with this?! The funniest and probably most embarrassing thing he’s done to date. He just assaulted a man in the cinema! The guy still has his choker like its a fucking war trophy. Wei Ying is inconsolable. He pulls out his phone immediately and starts texting Wen Qing. 

“Wei-ge, can’t you turn your brightness down?” Nie Huaisang begs after a moment. 

“You are the worst,” Jiang Cheng mutters. 

Wei Ying pokes his tongue out, but he does turn the brightness down. He does also continue to use his phone. 

Snickering to himself, Wei Ying recounts his messy entry to the cinema. 

He keeps texting Wen Qing for a bit longer, before she reminds him he's in a film and stops replying. He clicks his tongue and puts his phone away. 

Wei Ying tries to settle in his seat and watch the film—an action flick that Jiang Cheng chose—but he’s distracted and fidgety. He cannot pay attention, neck and cheeks still flushed in embarrassment. He steals popcorn from Jiang Cheng despite his angry hissing, and sips from Nie Huaisang’s jumbo soda. He is fucking parched from all of the frenzied stranger-grappling he’d done, and slurps it down greedily. Nie Huaisang laughs and offers him the rest, which Wei Ying gratefully accepts. He idly sips at the soda staring at the movie screen, not taking in a word that’s being said. Two characters trade blows on screen and one of them gets punched in the side of the head, hitting the ground hard. 

“I wish that was me,” Wei Ying mutters, and Nie Huaisang laughs, nudging him. 

Half of the movie passes this way, with Wei Ying staring as hard as he possibly can at the screen as if that was enough to make him pay attention—absolutely not glancing to his left at all at the poor innocent man 5 seats down. 

Wei Ying’s guzzling of soda leads to an inevitable conclusion after another five minutes or so. He needs to pee. Normally he’d try and hold off until the end of the flick but he hasn’t paid attention to anything before this point, he doesn’t see the point in waiting. 

“I’m gonna go pee,” he whispered to his friends. 

“Hurry!” Nie Huaisang whispers back. “Shit’s getting good!”

“Don’t come back,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “I am embarrassed to be near you.”

“Valid,” Wei Ying replies. 

He stands up and makes a big point in walking past Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng to the other end of the row to exit, so he doesn’t have to deal with any of the people he’d disturbed already. He escapes quickly, trying to ignore the conspicuous way his boots clomp down the stairs again, probably drawing the attention of the whole theatre yet again. 

Maybe I won’t come back after all ahhaha!!!! Wei Ying thinks, hurrying out of the doors. They clang shut again behind him because he’s an idiot and they’re evil. 

He finds the toilets around the corner and sequesters himself away in a cubicle out of shame.

He spends a few minutes just laughing quietly to himself, face in hands, before he returns to the business of why he came here.

Toilet flushed, he leaves the cubicle and washes his hands. Wash wash wash away the shame! He scrubs extra hard with the soap as though that will do anything. 

The door opens as Wei Ying is drying his hands and he glances up instinctively and then freezes.

Nooo... a dying voice inside him cries.

It’s Him...

The guy whose dick Wei Ying essentially tried to suck in the cinema. He is, like, unfairly hot in proper lighting. He’s a little taller than Wei Ying, and he has a strong jaw and those eyes that had glowed so brightly in the cinema are a warm caramel colour. 

I cannot believe, Wei Ying thinks, in the moment their eyes meet across the bathroom, that I shoved my face on his dick and I didn't even get to actually suck it. 

“Hello...” the guy says. 

Well shit he just had to have a nice voice too. He reminds Wei Ying of a university professor who all the students wanna fuck but who politely rejects all the advances because he’s simply too Good. (Because if he gave in and fucked one of them even a single time he’d wreck them so bad they’d flunk his class for not being able to concentrate on anything but that dick ever again). 

Wei Ying chuckles awkwardly, patting his hands on his jeans because they’ve immediately started to sweat after having just dried them. For some reason he notices the guy’s knit jumper is no longer wrapped around his waist—which is embarrassing in itself because it means his eyes went directly to the guy’s crotch when he walked in. Wei Ying! Get a hold of yourself!

“Hi.” So eloquent. “Haha...sorry about before that was, like, truly the most insane thing that's ever happened to me. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” the guy replies, hovering just in front of the closed door, probably awkwardly but inadvertently blocking Wei Ying’s escape. “Here.”

He holds out his hand to Wei Ying. The choker lies neatly across his palm, silver star twinkling in the fluorescent light. 

Wei Ying barks out a laugh. Ah little fucking traitor necklace. 

“Yeah...you got it detached?”

“Yes, it was pretty easy.”

“Haha! OK thanks!” Wei Ying says, feeling appropriately made fun of. He takes the choker and stands there holding it. The guy doesn’t move, still blocking the doorway so Wei Ying closes a fist around the necklace and blows out an awkward breath. 

Right. OK! 

He decides to put the choker back on, wrapping it around his neck and snapping the button at the back. He flicks the star as it dangles against his throat. 

“Haha...it looks cute but is secretly evil, huh? Wasn’t really expecting getting caught in someone’s crotch to become an issue when I bought it! Haha!” 

The guy nods. 

“Haha...so um...how do I look!” he asks, which is possibly the dumbest thing he could say. This guy does not fucking care about his stupid necklace. 

“Good.”

Yep! Super awkward! 

“Thanks!” Wei Ying says, while screaming internally. 

He lets a few more of those awkward chuckles escape him as he bounces on his toes, eyes searching the walls for something to focus on that isn’t this hot guy whose dick Wei Ying is still thinking about in the doorway. 

“Anyway!” he goes on, because the guy isn’t speaking and Wei Ying hates silence. “Haha...um...yes! OK, we agree that was very embarrassing and I’m sorry and we are both cool. I swear I don't go around shoving my face in guy’s crotches. Like, haha, I mean not in movie theatres anyway!” 

He throws the guy a wink and then immediately wants to scream. 

“Well!” he continues because he apparently has no ability to shut his fucking mouth. “Not unless they ask!” 

The guy stares. 

“Sorry! Nevermind! I will just–”

“And if I asked?” the guy interrupts.

“–G-ooo...oooh??” Wei Ying’s sentence trails off into a strange confused whine. 

“If I asked you to stick your face in my crotch, you would do it?”

Wei Ying’s smile is frozen on his face, and he blinks several times in quick succession. His dick twitches in his jeans a little. 

Cool. 

Fuck. 

I’m insane.

“Y-yes?” he says. 

“Hm,” the guy hums in interest. Then he turns around and flips the lock on the bathroom door, trapping the two of them inside. 

Wei Ying’s mouth goes dry. 

“Yes?” Wei Ying says again. “Yes?” his breathing has picked up, that stupid smile still frozen on his face, eyes wide. The guy turns back and Wei Ying thinks he might faint. 

“Stick your face in my crotch,” the guy says and Wei Ying falls to his knees immediately, no room for thought. It fucking hurts oh shit, his knees are so sore already and the tiled floor is unforgiving but holy fuck holy shit holy fucking damn hell fuck shit FUCK!!!!!!!! 

The guy steps forwards and Wei Ying reaches out to grab at his belt loops and yank him close. The guy laughs, a breathy sound that makes Wei Ying’s cock fill in his jeans. He buries his face in the guy’s crotch and mouths at his cock. 

He finds it tucked down one pant leg. 

“Oof...” he makes a blown out noise, exhaling sharply when he realises how fucking big he is. How was Wei Ying not actively groping this cock every time he touched the guy’s thigh in the cinema. Was he? "Fuck you’re big.”

He freezes at his own words. He only barely manages to stop himself burying his face in shame because that would be even worse since the most accessible hiding place was this guy's fucking crotch. 

“Mn,” the guy says. “Can you take it?” 

Wei Ying might make a rather high pitched desperate sound. He has to clear his throat several times before he can reply, looking up at him. 

“Well...I have never turned down a challenge! So!”

He just goes ahead and unzips the guy’s pants.

He swallows heavily. Dry mouth suddenly becoming rather wet.

“Wow...I’ve literally never done this before. In a bathroom. With a stranger I mean. Haha! Fuck...”

“Mn...me neither,” the guy says. “In a bathroom. With a stranger.”

“Cool! So that’s great!” He seems to only be capable of speaking in exclamation points. “I’ll just...!”

Wei Ying is panting through his open mouth, saliva pooling on his tongue as he pulls open the pants, tugs at the waistband of the guy’s underwear and reaches in to pull his cock out. It’s semi-hard and fucking insanely huge like it was made specifically for people to gag on. Wei Ying licks his lips when a bit of drool threatens to escape the corner. 

“Wooofff...” Wei Ying exhales. “Yep...mhmmm...I’m gonna put this in my mouth is that OK? I’m gonna do it OK?”

The guy’s hand reaches out to card through his hair, brushes his fringe back from his forehead. 

“Yes,” he says, somewhat breathy. “Please.”

Wei Ying moans loudly and opens his mouth. He licks at the head, so hyper aware this is in fact a total stranger’s cock. Right here. In his hands. On his tongue.

!!!!!

There aren’t even words inside his brain right now. 

He suckles at the tip, and the guy groans softly, fingers gripping at Wei Ying’s hair and making Wei Ying moan again, louder. The grip tightens at the vibrations of moan on dick. Wei Ying licks a stripe from base to tip, tongue dripping with saliva and slicking a path for his hand to follow, pumping up and down a few times. He slurps the cock into his mouth a bit deeper than before.

His brain is already cloudy with arousal and a twang of disbelief. Most of his thoughts circle around the “Holy shit is this really happening?” variety. But he does think, OK, I am by no means a connoisseur of blowjobs but I have sucked my share of dicks before and WOW! THIS ONE! Whew...wow.

Pumping his fist over what he can’t fit in his mouth, Wei Ying goes down, cock filling his mouth, saliva dripping down to his hand. The tiled room becomes filled with the echoing sound of Wei Ying’s wet and slurping ministrations, undeniable to any who might have been able to listen. The guy cups the back of Wei Ying’s head and encourages him to take more into his mouth so Wei Ying does. He bobs a few times, enjoying the fullness in his mouth, the stretch of his jaw, the heavy weight of cock on his tongue, the squelching sound. He sucks, furrowing his brow in concentration. The dick taps at the back of his throat and he feels it convulse a little, not too badly. 

He pulls back to lick a bit while his throat relaxes after the close brushes and then he tries again, sucking deep. 

The guy guides his head, petting his hair. He doesn't say much, and Wei Ying doesn't know what to think of it. Is this like a privacy thing? So no one knows what they're doing in here? Is he just naturally quiet? Or is this just like...nothing to him? He said he'd never been sucked off in a bathroom before but like... has he maybe in various other establishments to the point this is nothing?? Where does he find all those willing mouths??? 

Wei Ying pulls back suddenly, a string of precome roping from his mouth to the cock. He looks up. 

“Hey,” he says. “What's your name?” 

The guy blinks. 

“Lan Zhan.” 

Wei Ying nods. 

“Cool. Ok cool. Just wanted to know since your cock’s in my mouth.”

The guy nods. 

“Fair enough. What's yours?” 

“Wei Ying.” 

“Understood. It is nice to know. Since my cock’s in your mouth.”

Wei Ying laughs. 

“Yeah! I am doing that! Wild! Fuck, oh man this is so weird. Um. I’m just gonna...” He points needlessly at Lan Zhan cock. 

He just goes back to sucking it. Lan Zhan pets his hair, tucking strands behind his ears in an affectionate way that does Wei Ying’s head in a little. He’s so fucking turned on by all of this. It doesn’t matter that he’s kneeling painfully on the cold tiled floor of a public restroom in a movie theatre. If anything that drives him wilder. 

Who knew Wei Ying was such a freak! 

Lan Zhan loops a finger under his choker and tugs a little, dragging Wei Ying a bit further down his cock and Wei Ying moans so gutturally it makes Lan Zhan’s hips stutter. Wei Ying pulls back looking up at him, glassy eyed. 

“Do that again.” 

The guy does, and Wei Ying enjoys being guided deep down his cock by his necklace. Possibly his best decision ever to wear it. He would never be able to wear it again, now, without remembering this. Hell, he’d never forget this for the rest of his life, regardless. He can’t help but moan around the cock, swallowing spit and Lan Zhan’s precome. Wei Ying has deepthroated before and he is sure as fuck going to repeat that experience right here. 

He breathes carefully through his nose, pushing deeper, gagging a little each time, his mind swirling hazily as tears prick at his eyes. Lan Zhan’s thumb gently wipes a tear away and Wei Ying watches him suck it into his mouth. Fuck. He has to palm at his own dick, alleviating some of the pressure on it where it strains for attention against his jeans. 

How is this just, in every way, the sexiest thing that he’s ever done? That’s ever happened to him? He’s so into this! So into Lan Zhan. He swallows again, drinking Lan Zhan down over and over, breathing steadily, until he manages to get that blessed cock into his throat. One hand of Lan Zhan’s tightens in his hair while the other pets his face, runs fingers over his throat. Wei Ying bobs, licking at the head of Lan Zhan’s cock between each swallow, and Lan Zhan’s palm closes lightly around Wei Ying’s neck from the outside, feeling the intrusion of cock in throat. 

Lan Zhan groans, hips bucking unintentionally. Oops! Wei Ying likes that! He kind of wants to ask Lan Zhan to just go to town fucking his face but that seems like at least a second date sort of thing, considering this is currently pre-date-one. Whoof. 

Wei Ying pulls back to keep suckling and licking at the head, both fists pumping. He keeps shifting on his knees, pain shooting up his legs reminding him hes on the fucking floor of a public bathroom wow! He curses all the time he spent in the garden that afternoon, but also can’t help but think if he’d refrained from gardening he’d have arrived on time, probably not fallen into Lan Zhan’s lap and never ended up with this glorious dick in his mouth. And that seems too tragic!

Lan Zhan’s hips stutter again, hand closing around Wei Ying’s ponytail and he fucks in just the way Wei Ying likes.

“Ah, sorry...” he says, voice hoarse. Wei Ying wants to say no, not at all, by all means continue! But his mouth is too full and Lan Zhan sounds close. He’s panting, soft little moans delighting Wei Ying’s ears. Wei Ying is used to the people he pleasures being noisy and open about how what he’s doing makes them feel, but Lan Zhan is all soft breaths and tiny groans that are somehow so much more delicious. Wei Ying feels like all spare focus he has is directed to listening to Lan Zhan and intuiting what his small sounds mean, trying to fulfil his wishes. 

Wei Ying laves as much attention onto Lan Zhan’s cock as he can manage, trying to drive him crazy, trying to make him come. He sucks him back down his throat, twists his fists around the base, licks at the slit, sucks until his cheeks are hollowed out and his jaw is aching as much as his knees. 

His reward is Lan Zhan gasping and pulling on his hair. 

“Gonna...” he murmurs, sounding hoarse. Wei Ying lets Lan Zhan pull him off his cock. 

“Go on,” Wei Ying gasps. “Please.”

He opens his mouth and Lan Zhan pumps his cock into it, Wei Ying’s tongue working the head and he closes his lips around it again to suck hard until Lan Zhan comes. He lets out a small cry, hips stilling, and Wei Ying sucks and swallows around his dick as he feels the ropes of cum shoot out into his mouth. Lan Zhan groans deep in his chest, petting Wei Ying’s hair. 

"So good...” Lan Zhan whispers. Wei Ying preens.

He swallows all of Lan Zhan’s load, licking him clean and pulling back. He keeps swallowing, throat feeling thick with jizz and swollen from cock. Lan Zhan reaches out to help Wei Ying to his feet, and Wei Ying hisses at his stinging knees. He leans on Lan Zhan to rub at them, feeling sore but happy even if his dick still strains against his zipper. 

Lan Zhan readjusts his pants, zipping himself back up so he’s decent. 

“Was that OK?” Lan Zhan asks, blinking glassy eyes at Wei Ying. Wei Ying stands upright. 

“Uhhh! Yes!” Wei Ying says immediately, voice a little hoarse. “Yep. Yeah that was good. Uh...was it OK for you?” 

Lan Zhan levels him with a serious expression. 

“Yes,” he says, voice low and firm. Shivers roll down Wei Ying’s spine, dick twitching. He swallows again. 

“Aha...nice. Good. Glad.” he’s nodding stupidly. 

And then Lan Zhan is pushing Wei Ying backwards by his hips until his back is pressed against the wall beside the sinks and politely starts undoing Wei Ying’s pants. 

“Ahaha!” Wei Ying shrieks a little. “OK yeah! This is! Also happening!”

“I wouldn’t just leave you to suffer the rest of the film.” He gets Wei Ying’s dick out of his underwear. 

“Aaaahhh...fffuuucckk....what film...?”

Lan Zhan’s hand wraps around Wei Ying, and he pumps him. 

“Aaahh....haaaaahha....haaaa!” Wei Ying’s mouth hangs wide open, gasping loud and breathy moans. 

“You need to be quieter,” Lan Zhan murmurs in his ear, leaning close. His body presses against Wei Ying’s in so many places, only enough room between their hips for Lan Zhan to fuck his dick with his fist. 

“Huh?” Wei Ying moans not at all softly, because Lan Zhan is twisting his fist around the head of his cock and it feels so fucking good. 

To shut Wei Ying up Lan Zhan kisses him. By far one of the nicest and best ways Wei Ying has ever been forcefully shut up. Wei Ying whimpers against his lips, mouth already open to accept Lan Zhan’s tongue in. He still moans, noisily, but it is muffled somewhat against Lan Zhan’s mouth. Ohh...that’s so good. 

Wei Ying kisses him, sucking his tongue in like he’d sucked his cock, heady with lust thinking about Lan Zhan tasting himself in Wei Ying. Lan Zhan sucks his tongue in return—a formidable display of what his blowjob talents may be like. Wei Ying ludicrously thinks the words next time he can suck me, as if there would ever be a repeat of this situation. 

Ah...but he wants there to be so badly. Oh fuck, Lan Zhan is just...so amazing. So good looking. He’s so good—not just at kissing, not just at handjobs but as a person. Sure he is impulsively fucking someone in a public bathroom but he’s doing it so nicely! 

Wei Ying moans into his mouth, into kisses, around his tongue, and writhes against the cold tiled wall as that hot fist works his cock over. He’s gasping out Lan Zhan’s name, moaning and revelling in the new slick noises echoing around them—from his cock, from their lips. 

Already worked up so much from his own sucking of Lan Zhan’s dick, Wei Ying is hurtling quickly towards his pleasure, Lan Zhan’s expert ministrations leading him inevitably to the edge. He grips his fists in the sleeves of Lan Zhan’s shirt, bucking his hips and gasping into his mouth, kissing him, moaning. 

“C-close,” he whines. Lan Zhan keeps his speed steady, dragging Wei Ying at his pace, making him whimper, beg. “Please, ah, ah, Lan Zhan, please.” 

The build up is agonisingly slow and steady—but eventually, finally, Wei Ying is shuddering and he’s coming. He holds Lan Zhan tight, gasping into his mouth, hips shaking as it hits him and he rides it out, fucking into Lan Zhan’s hand. Lan Zhan catches his cum as it splurts out in shuddering pumps, fisting the head of his cock loosely. It drips through his fingers and he cups under it with his other hand so nothing falls to the floor or their clothes. Wei Ying calms after a while, relaxing back against the cold wall and Lan Zhan releases his soft cock. 

They both kind of stare at his fistful of cum for a bit. 

“Uhh...wow,” Wei Ying says. “Oh. Fuck, um. Please go wash your hands.”

They’re right beside the sink anyway. Wei Ying tucks himself back into his pants, watching Lan Zhan observe his messy hands. Lan Zhan glances at Wei Ying for a second, then licks a strip up his own palm. 

Wei Ying shrieks.

“Aiya! Lan Zhan! What are you doing!” 

He reaches over and slaps the tap on and drags Lan Zhan by the wrists until his hands are under the stream of water. Lan Zhan looks somewhat disappointed as Wei Ying’s cum is washed away. 

“You ate mine,” Lan Zhan says, somewhat petulantly. Wei Ying bursts out laughing, a hysterical note to it. 

“Yeah OK! I don't know! That’s different?” 

Lan Zhan looks confused and disgruntled but he does wash his hands thoroughly. Wei Ying catches sight of himself in the mirror while Lan Zhan does so, and is amazed by how totally fucked out he looks. Lan Zhan looks perfect, annoyingly, but Wei Ying’s hair is a disaster (Lan Zhan’s fault), his mouth is all red (Lan Zhans fault), and his eyes are still glassy with lust and unshed tears (also, frankly, Lan Zhan’s fault). 

He tries to redo his hair, laughing lightly. 

“Wow, I look like a mess.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agrees, drying his hands with a fistful of paper towels. 

Wei Ying scoffs in offence.

“Excuse me? It’s your fault anyway!”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agrees, tossing his paper towel in the provided bin, a smirk of his lips that makes Wei Ying’s stomach flip over. 

They have now both come, and are somewhat clean. Wei Ying has absolutely no idea what’s next. He taps his thighs awkwardly. 

“OK! Um...so I guess I'll go back?” he laughs. “My friends are probably wondering where I am. And I—oh fuck I should let you pee. Have you been holding it this whole time? Haha! Fuck, Lan Zhan!”

“No,” Lan Zhan replies. He doesn’t make eye contact with Wei Ying, instead looking at the choker around his neck, reaching out a hand to flick the star pendant. “I...followed you when I saw you leave.”

Wei Ying feels his cheeks flush—somehow the first time in this whole encounter that he actually blushed. He knew he was already a blotchy mess from all the sex, but this is nothing but pure blush. 

“Ah.”

“Mn.”

Then Lan Zhan loops his finger under the choker again and brings Wei Ying towards him. Wei Ying goes willingly and Lan Zhan brings him in until their lips are barely brushing. 

“Had to return this,” Lan Zhan says against Wei Ying’s mouth.

“Ah,” Wei Ying whispers on a long exhale. “Well...thanks...”

And then Wei Ying kisses him. He cannot bear to stay parted from him a moment longer. He wraps his arms around his neck and Lan Zhan’s hands slip down to his hips, leading him back against the wall again to kiss him long and deep. They barely surface for air, lips locked together, tongue invading each other's mouths. Wei Ying bites at Lan Zhan’s lip, earning a low growl in response that shoots through him like arousal somehow, despite the oversensitivity of his body. 

Lan Zhan pushes in closer, mouth devouring Wei Ying’s, before his kisses move away, across his jaw, down his throat to suck and lick and bite into Wei Ying’s neck around the necklace. Wei Ying moans out into the empty room, echoing and loud. 

A knock suddenly sounds on the bathroom door. Wei Ying jumps in shock, ready to dive away from Lan Zhan in fear of being caught—but he’s trapped somewhat impressively against the wall and Lan Zhan is much calmer than he is when he pulls away slowly. He nips at Wei Ying’s lips again and Wei Ying makes a high sound he can't explain.  

“Hello?” a voice calls through the heavy door. “Is this door locked for a reason?” 

Lan Zhan pulls away from Wei Ying, turning to the door. Wei Ying, flustered and stumbling, goes to wash his hands in an attempt at looking innocent. Lan Zhan unlocks the door and pulls it open. 

“I’m sorry,” he says calmly and politely. “I didn’t realise it had gotten locked.” 

It's a staff member on the other side. He smiles kindly because Lan Zhan is clearly so put together it's obvious he wasn’t up to any debauchery in here. He’s too good and honest looking. Wei Ying on the other hand is feral and unkempt—so, good play making Lan Zhan greet the staff! 

“Alright, thanks. Anyway,” the staff member says. He steps aside to allow another patron entry—obviously someone who’d tried to enter and asked staff for help when he couldn’t get inside. 

Lan Zhan looks back at Wei Ying and he makes eye contact with him in the mirror, cheeks red. Lan Zhan smirks and then he walks out. 

The door falls shut—a slow silent close like a mockery of Wei Ying’s entrance. He takes a few long steadying breaths, clutching the sink. The guy at the urinal gives him a weird look. 

Wei Ying flees. 

He goes back to the theatre, closing the door gently behind himself and then attempting to tiptoe in slightly more quiet clomps back up the stairs to Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng. When he sits back down, Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng immediately lean over to him. 

“Where the fuck have you been!” Jiang Cheng demands in a hushed voice. “You’ve been gone like half an hour!” 

“Tummy troubles, Wei-ge?” Nie Huaisang laughs, patting his arm comfortingly. Wei Ying slaps his arm. 

“Shut up!” he hisses, but a grin fights its way onto his face anyway. 

“I’m not telling you what you missed,” Jiang Cheng says, rolling his eyes and turning back to the film. Wei Ying sticks his tongue out and turns to the screen too. He doesn't need Jiang Cheng to tell him what happened while he was gone since he doesn’t even know what happened while he was there. He watches the screen in silence for all of thirty seconds, trying to play it cool. 

He can’t help it though. He peeks down the row towards Lan Zhan. He sits up straight in surprise when he sees Lan Zhan is looking back at him. Lan Zhan smirks again and Wei Ying smiles back. He looks back at the screen, biting his lip, feeling hot and happy. 

There ends up only being about fifteen minutes left of the film that Wei Ying has to sit through, pretending he cares that they defeated some enemy or another and can kiss the heroine or whatever. When the title card smashes onto the screen with rock music Wei Ying flicks his gaze to Lan Zhan again. He’s turned away, talking to the other person with him—the one he’d been sitting next to when Wei Ying had pounced, who looks to be family by the similar appearance. Much of the audience gets to their feet and starts shuffling for the door, including Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng. They stand and stretch and start talking about the film as they collect their rubbish. Wei Ying stays seated, glancing out of the corner of his eye towards Lan Zhan, who is still talking to his companion. 

They seem content to stay in their seats, but Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng are already exiting the row. Wei Ying takes his time collecting his things (he literally only has his phone), in an attempt to time his leaving with Lan Zhan but they must be the kind of people to stay until the end of the credits. 

“Hurry up, Wei Ying,” Jiang Cheng says, realising Wei Ying is still in his seat. 

Wei Ying can put it off no longer.

He gives up and he shamefully walks out, boots clomping loudly on the stairs. 

“Oooh, I have been bursting to go since like halfway through!” Nie Huaisang whines when they get out of the theatre. “Can you two wait here while I pee?”

“I’ll come too,” Jiang Cheng says. Wei Ying almost does a dramatic sigh of relief when he thinks about the possibility of either his friend or his brother attempting to join him in the bathroom midway through the film. Whoof! 

But also! If they pee, it means Wei Ying has a reason to hover at the doorway! Not weird!

Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang duck into the bathroom while Wei Ying bounces on his toes and fidgets. A few minutes pass and Wei Ying is midway through wandering in an aimless circle out of boredom when he sees Lan Zhan and his companion leaving the theatre. Wei Ying stands upright. 

“I’ll be back in a moment, didi,” the man (who must be Lan Zhan’s older brother) says, and then he, too, ducks into the bathroom. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are left alone. 

“Hello,” Lan Zhan begins but Wei Ying cuts over the top of him loudly. 

“I’m not, like! Hanging out at the bathroom, by the way, I don't do that.”

Lan Zhan purses his lips to hide his smile. 

Woohoo, I am so fucking dumb!

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Lan Zhan asks instead of acknowledging Wei Ying’s stupidity. 

“OH!” Wei Ying exclaims. “Ah! Um! Y-Yeah!” he clears his throat and tries again. “Yes. I would. Why don’t we...phones?”

Lan Zhan smirks and pulls out his phone. Wei Ying scrambles for his and they exchange contact info. 

“I’ll text you,” Wei Ying grins. “And organise a time for me to fall in your lap again.” 

“I’d like that,” Lan Zhan says, still smirking. He’s so sexy. 

Wei Ying considers, for a split second, the logistics of giving him another blowjob right now—but Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang emerge from the bathroom before he can actually offer. 

Wei Ying joins his friends, giving Lan Zhan a secretive smile. 

As they walk away Nie Huaisang leans into Wei Ying, whispering not at all subtly. 

“Wei-ge isn’t that the guy you fell on?” 

“That was the funniest shit I have ever seen, I can't believe you did that,” Jiang Cheng adds, glancing back at Lan Zhan over his shoulder. 

“You may as well have sucked his dick for all you shoved your face in his crotch!” Nie Huaisang teases, nudging Wei Ying with his elbow. Jiang Cheng snorts loudly. 

“How do you know I didnt?” Wei Ying asks, grinning at them, hoping he isn’t blushing. 

Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang laugh loudly at Wei Ying’s very funny joke. They don’t believe him for a second. 

Wei Ying glances over his shoulder, smiling. Lan Zhan is walking away in the other direction with his brother. As Wei Ying watches, Lan Zhan looks back in Wei Ying’s direction. They make eye contact. Wei Ying smiles. 

Lan Zhan’s warm gold eyes are filled with good humour, that perfect little smirk on his lips. 

Wei Ying turns back to his friends. 

“So can someone explain what that movie was about because I missed most of it,” Wei Ying asks. Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng groan loudly. 

“This is what happens when you’re late!” Jiang Cheng punches Wei Ying’s arm. “What were you doing anyway? I bet you were fucking around with your plants again.”

“Wasn’t!” Wei Ying shoots back. “I was in a horrible car wreck and you don’t even care!”

“More like getting food poisoning,” Nie Huaisang says. “You were in the bathroom so long!” Wei Ying punches him on the arm and he shrieks and ducks behind Jiang Cheng. 

The three friends continue on, chatting and laughing and teasing. 

Eventually Wei Ying and Lan Zhan will go on an actual date. Lo and behold, Wei Ying ends up sucking his dick—however they wait until they get back to Lan Zhan’s apartment this time. Lan Zhan politely sucks his in return. 

They will end up dating and falling in love and getting married and living happily ever. And any time someone asks them how they met Wei Ying very confidently lets them know “I sucked his dick in a movie theatre bathroom!”

For some reason no one ever believes him...