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Maybe Wei Ying might have imagined getting plowed by his roommate once or twice…everyday--but he didn’t exactly expect their first time to be outside with him bent over, ass in the air, holding onto the trunk of a tree for his dear life.
“I'm going with you,” Lan Zhan had said, emerging from his room.
“Going where?” Wei Ying was confused.
He did just mention that he was leaving for Nie Huaisang’s family beach house to celebrate surviving their finals--of course, Lan Zhan was in the same group chat, but he hadn’t exactly confirmed his attendance.
“The beach house,” he responded matter of factly.
Wei Ying eyed the duffle bag in Lan Zhan’s hand and only then, did he really believe what he was hearing.
“You hate parties,” Wei Ying pointed out, mildly perplexed.
He wasn’t going to lie and say he didn’t feel like jumping up and down and running circles that Lan Zhan would be coming. He had been slightly disappointed when Lan Zhan had not RSVP'd to the invite, but it was pretty much open to anyone to join at any time as long as they were in the group chat or vouched for.
Wei Ying noticed the way Lan Zhan’s grip tightened on the straps, lips pressed into a thin line and the way his brows moved--the classic Lan Zhan scowl.
There could only be one explanation that Wei Ying could think of. It was also the explanation he hated.
“Okay, okay--I know you don’t like it when I tease you about it, but Mianmian is going, so I guess that’s a good enough reason for you--”
Lan Zhan’s expression changed from his scowl face to his angry face--easily confused if Wei Ying wasn't there to interpret it for other people. His jaw would flex and his eyes would widen ever so slightly and the red would actually bloom from his cheeks first. When Lan Zhan was embarrassed, his ears got pink instead. So this was his angry face.
“Why do you always think--”
“Sorry, sorry!! I won't tease you anymore! We should get going--I think Huaisang was like two minutes away when I last checked!” He didn’t let Lan Zhan finish as he brushed past him to the door, kicking on his shoes and throwing his own backpack over his shoulder.
He could hear an audible huff from Lan Zhan coming from behind him and he pursed his lips. He didn’t like making Lan Zhan angry and usually he put up with Wei Yings antics quite well…
By the time they got to the front of the building, Nie Huaisang was pulling up in their family van, one of the many vehicles his family owned. The piled in quickly and for being the first stop, Lan Zhan and him took their seats in the back.
Which in hindsight, was a bad idea.
Lan Zhan was irritable and glaring out the window, fisting the edge of his shorts. A bump jostled the rest of the crew they had picked up and Wei Ying was thrown against Lan Zhan, smooshing him even further against the window.
“--sorry!” He apologized. Lan Zhan turned to him with his angry face again and Wei Ying watched as Lan Zhan’s eyes flickered down to his mouth.
“What, do I still have croissant from this morning?” Wei Ying brushed his hand over his mouth, trying to get whatever Lan Zhan was looking at off.
“There's nothing there, you idiot,” Jiang Cheng called out from the other side of Wei Ying.
Wei Ying had gathered that was also probably the other reason why Lan Zhan was so on edge--Jiang Cheng was stuck in the backseat with them and he had shoved Wei Ying over a few times, causing him to crash repeatedly into Lan Zhan. everyone already knew how much Lan Zhan disliked physical contact, so Wei Ying rubbing up against him for the next foreseeable hour--it only made sense the man looked like he was about to strangle something.
“A-Cheng, stop giving A-Xian such a hard time!” Their sister turned around to scold him.
Jiang Cheng harrumphed as he usually did, crossed his arms and stared out of his own window.
Mianmian was busy chatting away with Jiang Yanli for the rest of the trip in front of them and Wei Ying peeked over to check on Lan Zhan, still as stone but still as tense as the days leading up to their finals.
“Loosen up will you? You’ll get to talk to Mianmian later,” he whispered encouragingly to his roommate.
Lan Zhan gave no response or even look his way and Wei Ying sighed, deciding he’ll double his efforts for his roommate later. Just because Wei Ying might want Lan Zhan for himself, didn’t mean that he should stop Lan Zhan from pursuing his own love life.
Wei Ying got into one more elbow fight with Jiang Cheng, to which Lan Zhan had broken up with, “stop shoving Wei Ying.” Jiang Cheng gave Lan Zhan a seething glare before returning to his side of the backseat.
They arrived soon after along with two other cars with their other friends, everyone glad to be out of their respective cramped vehicles.
“Alright everyone, you got 35 minutes to freshen up then the party starts on the beach,” Nie Huaisang hollered--everyone cheered and whooped, grabbing their own bags and piling into the beach house.
There were 6 bedrooms in the place, easily divvied up with the girls and guys electing to split the rooms and Nie Huaisang taking a room for him, being the host and all.
It didn't take long before almost everyone was on the beach around the fire--picking at the various snacks while they waited for the hamburgers and meat to cook in the barbeque. A small scatter of them stayed inside at the kitchen where they easily overlooked the private beach.
There was an assortment of booze spread out on the counter and some of them were getting creative with the mixes since Nie Huaisang always had an open bar policy at his shindigs.
Wei Ying idly poked at the two steaks in the barbeque and looked into the kitchen where Lan Zhan was standing with Mianmian. Lan Zhan had clearly said something funny from the way Mianmian was laughing, body caving as she slapped her knee.
Lan Zhan’s ears were pink.
Wei Ying ignored the icky feeling pulling inside his chest and flipped the steaks, trying to focus on the nice grill pattern he managed to make.
he couldn’t help himself and darted his eyes back to his roommate with Mianmian and saw Lan Zhan looking straight at him, ears still so adorably pink and his expression--Wei Ying wasn’t sure what this one meant, but Wei Ying gave him a thumbs up and signaled with the tilt of his head towards Mianmian next to Lan Zhan.
The angry face returned to Lan Zhan’s features.
Man, he really needs to confess to Mianmian, Wei Ying thought to himself sadly.
“A-Xian! Is the food ready?” Jiang Yanli called out from the open bay doors to the kitchen.
“Yeah! I'll bring it to you!”
He plated one of the steaks and set the other one off to the side, nudging the nearest person next to him to take over.
“Thank you, A-Xian~ A-Jie can cut it up,” she had the cutting board ready and everything and cut the steak, medium rare, into nice bite-sized slices.
Wei Ying tried his best to not eavesdrop, as they spoke in hushed voices about something that sounded serious, although Mianmian’s face said otherwise with the way she kept holding back her laughter.
When Jiang Yanli was done portioning everything, Wei Ying brought 2 plates over to Lan Zhan and Mianmian, hearing the tail end of their conversation--
“Then…if you won’t do it, I will--”
“The steak--”
Mianmian turned towards the approaching Wei Ying and he immediately recognized that look in Mianmian’s eyes--and nine out of ten times, it usually got her into trouble--she reached out and grabbed Wei Ying by the face and closing in with her own--
What is--wait, is this a kiss--wait, no--Lan Zhan is right there--fuck, fuck--
He brain was in overdrive as she leaned in with no preamble and his hands were full--
Deft fingers wrap around one of his wrists and pulls hard, yanking Wei Ying out of Mianmian’s superficial grip.
Wei Ying looks up to find a very pissed off Lan Zhan glaring at Mianmian and he couldn’t help but feel insanely confused and…mildly aroused.
“Don’t touch him,” he snarled.
That was…weird. Wei Ying would imagine the anger would be directed at him, but--
“It's not like you’re making a move, so why not share with everyone else,” Mianmian grinned mischievously.
“I don't share,” Lan Zhan affirmed and took the two plates out of Wei Ying’s hands before pulling him out of the kitchen and the house.
“Lan Zhan--Lan Zhan, wait--” Wei Ying helplessly followed Lan Zhan as he dragged him away from civilization and into the woods behind the house.
“Lan Zhan--ow--” he winced--Lan Zhan’s grip was no joke and Wei Ying knew how much he worked out.
Lan Zhan finally seemed to snap out of it, spinning around to see his hand around Wei Ying’s wrist and dropped it immediately like a hot potato.
“Lan Zhan…why are we in the woods?” Wei Ying massaged his wrist.
He secretly wished that it would bruise so he could remember that Lan Zhan, who doesn’t like touching, willingly touched him.
“Look, what happened with Mianmian--”
“Shut up,” Lan Zhan cut him off.
He would be lying if he said that tone didn’t hurt a little.
A lot.
“I don’t know why she came onto me like that--”
“For fuck’s sake, Wei Ying. Shut. Up.”
Lan Zhan slammed him into a tree in the same breath and--
--and they were kissing.
Lan Zhan’s lips were on his.
Lan Zhan’s body was pressed against his.
And something very hard was jabbing at his hip bone.
Wei Ying gasped and then Lan Zhan’s thick tongue was invading his mouth.
His brain short circuited for a moment, getting caught up in Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan--
He tried to make a noise for Lan Zhan to stop, but he was kissing him like a man possessed--body rubbing against Wei Ying’s urgently, hands everywhere.
He tried to push Lan Zhan off but instead, Lan Zhan slotted one of his legs between Wei Ying’s, his thigh pressing against his awakening arousal, and gathered Wei Ying’s wrists into one of Lan Zhan’s hands, pinning them above him against the tree.
Wei Ying shuddered painfully, tears stinging behind his eyelids, he choked out a sob--
Lan Zhan tore his lips away from Wei Ying’s, letting go of his wrists, taking half a step back. Wei Ying’s hands fly to cover his face, tears finally rolling down his cheeks--
“Why are you--k--kissing me--me--like that--” Wei Ying sobbed out.
There was too much in the kiss.
It wasn’t some drunken kiss. He knew what those felt like. And he knew what Lan Zhan was like when he got drunk, and this wasn’t it.
When there was no response, Wei Ying continued, “You don’t--even like--me--”
He tried to stop the tears and wipe away the snot that came with it.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan’s voice was heavy with emotion--it made Wei Ying look up through his bleary vision.
“Wei Ying,” he sounded so…something.
“I’ve loved--I have been in love with you. Since high school.”
Everything around Wei Ying felt like it spun to a halt.
“W--what?”
“I fell in love with your smile. Your kindness. Your loyalty. Your ambitions. I fell in love with you.”
Wei Ying recoiled instinctively--
“I am in love with you,” Lan Zhan confesses again.
“I--” Wei Ying chest was tight, the confession was so sudden and he was at a loss for words.
It was now or never.
And he had nothing more to be afraid of.
“What am I supposed to say when you took all my reasons,” he huffed, feeling his face warm.
“Tell me it’s not just me,” Lan Zhan smiled--a smile Wei Ying was sure now that no one ever saw except for him.
A smile Lan Zhan gave him when Wei Ying bounded into his room with pastries from Lan Zhan’s favorite bakery.
A smile Lan Zhan gave him when Wei Ying cooked his favorite dishes.
A smile Lan Zhan gave him when they visited the bunny cafe.
A smile Lan Zhan gave him every morning when they greeted each other in their apartment.
“I’m so stupid--” Wei Ying chokes out.
“I love you--I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember--” Wei Ying says as he rubs his face of tears and throws his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck pulling him close.
His rock to keep him grounded.
He could feel Lan Zhan’s arms circle around him tightly, disappearing the space that separated them.
“I love you too, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan whispered in his ear, holding him in a firm embrace.
They stayed like that for a long while, Lan Zhan comforting him with his hand soothing Wei Ying’s back.
It was nice. It felt right. That this was how it was supposed to be since the beginning.
He had been so afraid of losing the friendship he forged with Lan Zhan that he didn’t realize that something more had developed between them. Wei Ying was sure now that the looks he sometimes caught Lan Zhan giving him were of fondness.
Of desire.
Desire.
“What were you going to do to me before I stopped you?” The thought suddenly occurred to Wei Ying.
Lan Zhan’s hand stills on his back.
Wei Ying wasn’t dense.
He’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t interested in picking up where they left off.
And teasing Lan Zhan was always so entertaining--
“Nothing,” his voice was uneven and Wei Ying could definitely feel nothing starting to fill out again and prod at his stomach.
“Really? Because I definitely feel something--”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan warns. He sounded like he was out of breath and simultaneously holding his breath.
“Lan Zhan,” he replies playfully, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he wiggles his hips slightly.
Lan Zhan’s hand drops to his hip in an attempt to still his movements. A dangerous glint danced in Lan Zhan’s eyes from the little moonlight that filtered through the trees.
Wei Ying had no idea he could look like that--in all the years they had known each other, he had never seen this sort of unabated lust written across his handsome features. It made Wei Ying want things. Things that he knew only Lan Zhan would give him. Could give him.
Lan Zhan exhales slowly and Wei Ying was sure that meant Lan Zhan wasn’t going to entertain the idea of doing anything--
“Turn around,” he says hotly into Wei Ying’s ear, catching him off guard. The grip on his hip was tight and--so good--Wei Ying nodded eagerly and did as he was told.
“Bend over,” Wei Ying held back a moan that wanted to echo out from his chest and braced his forearms against the tree for support.
Lan Zhan nudged his legs apart and Wei Ying felt the press of Lan Zhan’s impressive arousal into the seam of his ass.
“Fuck--you’re huge--”
Their swimming trunks sounded loud as Lan Zhan languidly rutted against Wei Ying. His hands were hot and pressed against Wei Ying’s stomach, slowly sliding up his chest and finding his pair of perky nipples. Wei Ying mewled as Lan Zhan twisted the two buds, pushing back against Lan Zhan’s clothed erection to generate more friction. Lan Zhan’s fingers rolled the buds between gentle grazes and then rough pinches. He tugged and pinched them and Wei Ying groaned, feeling every zing of pain and pleasure go straight to his dick.
“Lan Zhan--” Wei Ying gasped, wanting more--needing more--
He dropped one of his arms holding him up against the tree and needing some sort of pressure on his dick before he lost his mind--
Lan Zhan had other plans for him when his hand was slapped away short of reaching his own erection and pinned back in place like earlier by Lan Zhan’s single hand. He struggled to free them, but the angle gave him little to no leverage.
“You’re so mean!” Wei Ying whined petulantly, rubbing his ass roughly against Lan Zhan, as if it were an effective method of making a point.
Lan Zhan had the audacity to just hum in response and bent his body over Wei Ying’s, mouth pressed against his ear, “I only give Wei Ying what he wants,” he breathed out, arousal thick in his voice.
Lan Zhan’s grip tightens around his wrists and some form of uncontrollable pressure settles in his chest--he wanted Lan Zhan to hold him like this--hold him harder--and just take whatever he wants--
Wei Ying screamed as Lan Zhan’s hand found its way past his waistband and wrapped entirely around his painfully hard dick.
“Lan Zhan!” he shouts in a hushed voice, only now remembering where they were and the possibility of someone finding them.
“Does Wei Ying want me to stop?” Lan Zhan asked, his firm grip around his dick sliding from base to tip.
Wei Ying nearly cums when Lan Zhan’s finger inadvertently brushes against the plush head of his dick. He could feel the moisture of his precum wetting the finger and brushing against the inside of his swim trunks.
He whimpers, unable to form words anymore--Lan Zhan touching him--his deep voice in his ear--his huge cock pressed between his ass cheeks while being completely at his mercy--
“Does Wei Ying want to cum?” Lan Zhan questions. He teeths at Wei Ying’s ear, causing him to whimper before nodding furiously, canting his hips to try to get Lan Zhan to start moving his hand. Never did he think he'd see the light of day where Lan Zhan would say the word ‘cum’ while trying to get him off in the woods.
“Say the words,” Lan Zhan commands.
Wei Ying turns to gape at him--such an embarrassing thing--
“Say it,” Lan Zhan makes a point by squeezing the head of Wei Ying’s dick, causing him to choke out a sob.
Despite feeling so helpless to Lan Zhan’s ministrations, Wei Ying was feeling more aroused than he did in his entire life--
He shook his head, not wanting to voice the words--not sure because if was actually that embarrassing…or if he wanted to prolong his own torture.
Lan Zhan held him like that for another moment, before beginning to stroke his dick again.
Wei Ying could feel the tears squeezing out of his eyes as he panted with his head hung low--
“Lan Zhan--Lan Zhan--” he was so fucking close--just--
“Say it, Wei Ying,” his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back too--
Fuck, he wanted to hold out so much but--
“Please! Please let Wei Ying cum!” he all but screams--people that might hear be damned--
Wei Ying is sure he heard Lan Zhan say ‘fuck’ again before he sped up his hand and Wei Ying felt the explosion of pressure course through his dick--he moaned out brokenly as long spurts of cum were stroked out of him--
His head was fuzzy and he was so numb that he wasn’t sure if he was still standing on his own two feet--his hips were jerking and his dick was still twitching as Lan Zhan palmed him.
“Lan…Zhan…” he murmured, feeling Lan Zhan’s grip leave his wrists, immediately missing the pressure around them.
Wei Ying’s mind couldn’t wander far when he felt the summer night breeze hit his ass and Lan Zhan’s thick finger--slick with Wei Ying’s cum--nudge at his puckered hole.
“Lan Zhan!” he seemed to come back to his senses--
He tried to turn but two fingers sliding into him stopped him completely--the were so thick compared to Wei Ying’s own--it felt like they were just as big as one of Wei Ying’s dildo--
“Fuck,” he breathed out as Lan Zhan started opening his ass up with his own cum, “it’s fine--just--I don’t need--”
“I know,” Lan Zhan says.
“W--what?” He managed to turn this time to look at Lan Zhan.
He was towering over him, fingers in Wei Ying’s ass, his own cock in his other hand. He looked so--Wei Ying decided he didn’t need the words to explain the Lan Zhan behind him.
There was a moment of silence and the slightest of pause, “the shower echoes,” was all he said before pushing his fingers all the way in until his knuckles, causing Wei Ying to let out a string of wild noises. The fingers disappear and Wei Ying arches his back, presenting himself to Lan Zhan, ignoring the way his hips were protesting over the need to be filled back up.
“Good boy,” Lan Zhan whispers at the sight before he palms apart Wei Ying’s ass cheeks--
Lan Zhan drives in without another word in a single long stroke, brushing past his prostate and firing all sorts of electricity through Wei Ying. Wei Ying instinctively tries to pull away midway through upon realizing just how well endowed Lan Zhan was.
Lan Zhan’s fingers dug into his hips and pulled him back onto his cock as he pushed his hips flush against Wei Ying’s ass.
Wei Ying’s mouth was hung open with a silent gasp and saliva trickling down a corner of his mouth--
“Perfect,” Lan Zhan says as his body covers Wei Ying’s again.
Wei Ying was stunned into silence, only being able to feel Lan Zhan’s entire cock sheathed inside of him and hear the man’s voice--there was nothing else. Nothing else mattered.
Wei Ying comes to his senses for a moment as Lan Zhan draws back, the tip of his cock dragging past his prostate the same way it did coming in, causing him to keen.
“I won’t last long, Wei Ying,” he almost sounded like his usual self and so apologetic--Wei Ying wanted to tell him that was the last thing he was concerned about--
Wei Ying’s brain stopped functioning as he felt the blunt tip of Lan Zhan’s cock at his entrance again before the man pushed roughly all the way back in. the burning pleasure coursed through his entire body and his dick was twitching furiously in response--
His hand flew to his dick as Lan Zhan started to ram aggressively into him and--fuck--Wei Ying lasted three strokes of his own before he came weakly, his whole body clenching around Lan Zhan all while he still continued to fuck into him--and then he felt warmth spread inside him with one final jerk of Lan Zhan’s hips.
Lan Zhan stilled behind him, body heaving as his spend filled Wei Ying. His forehead was pressed between Wei Ying’s shoulder blades as he panted hotly against Wei Ying’s sweat-soaked tank top.
“Lan Zhan…” he mumbled, his body felt boneless but so, so warm and fuzzy.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan responded, shifting off his back.
He didn’t pull out--which Wei Ying was…very aroused by, but physically unable to respond to--he’d find some way to tell Lan Zhan about it…later.
“I can't move,” Wei Ying laughed. His other arm that had helped finish himself had returned to the tree he was holding himself against, but the unnatural position had his body locked up along with the numbness that was settling in his body.
There was a pause and Wei Ying wasn’t sure if Lan Zhan was digesting why he couldn’t move or…something else--
“I can carry Wei Ying,” he finally says.
Lan Zhan slides out his softening length and Wei Ying winces, now more aware that he might not be walking straight the rest of their stay over the weekend.
There was some shifting around and Lan Zhan even helped Wei Ying look presentable again before he maneuvered him off the tree.
Lan Zhan gingerly stroked Wei Ying’s jaw as Lan Zhan drank in the sight of him. Wei Ying was sure he looked like a mess after all of that--but he could care less if Lan Zhan was looking at him so fondly.
“Let’s go back,” Lan Zhan says. He presses a kiss on Wei Ying’s forehead and he obediently nods, too tired for words and wanting Lan Zhan to take the reins.
Lan Zhan pulls Wei Ying onto his broad back and hitches each of Wei Ying’s knees on either side of Lan Zhan’s hips.
“I haven't been piggybacked since I was eight,” Wei Ying absently says as he rests his head on Lan Zhan’s shoulder and tilts his head to watch his side profile.
“I will piggyback Wei Ying as much as he wants,” Lan Zhan smiles that smile.
The smile that belongs to Wei Ying.