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Jiang Cheng heaves out a sigh for the nth time of the night, mind unable to completely focus from studying and continuously wandering to a certain tall, stoic man with amber eyes who should be by his side right now and not somewhere else. He knows he is the one who, more or less, convinced Wangji to go out and have some fun with Wei Ying and his friends, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t missing his boyfriend’s warm embrace and encouraging words when he stumbles upon a mind block while reviewing.
Wangji had left the apartment 2 hours ago, upon Wei Ying’s insistence to celebrate his birthday in advance in a bar. Knowing there would be drinking involved, Wangji vehemently refused at first. Still, Jiang Cheng knew Wei Ying had been missing hanging out with his best friend – especially when Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji became official boyfriends and they began spending more time with each other than with other people – so the former made up his mind for him.
Jiang Cheng would’ve gone with them if he didn’t have a test to study for, but he couldn’t risk failing one of his major subjects’ exams, much less when his time the next day would be spent with Wangji and his family for his birthday dinner (and perhaps even more, Wangji’s sex drive was no joke).
Still, Jiang Cheng is aware of how he's hovering on the edges of the empty flat, waiting, staring at the door in front of him, and replaying the same images of one person in his head.
Even if their lives have been stressful since the start of their last semester, Lan Wangji, his boyfriend, his impulse control, and his beloved, have never failed to dedicate time to their relationship. Their relationship has never been challenging, given how much trust they have in one another, but Jiang Cheng is entitled to worry about his boyfriend when he isn't often seen out at bars and clubs. Not that he doesn’t trust his brother either, but his faith in Wei Ying is limited to the distance he can throw him, particularly in events like this when the man can become wild and drunk as a skunk.
Jiang Cheng rubs his palm against his forehead to focus on his notes. He isn't moping, exactly. He's not. He simply prefers to spend his nights in bed and embrace his boyfriend. Even though he is aware that Wangji will return home in a few hours, he still misses the man. When Wangji isn't there, he doesn't know what to do with his hands, heart, or himself.
Is he being dramatic? Perhaps.
He just hoped his boyfriend didn’t get dragged into some trouble by Wei Ying.
Lan Wangji would rather stay in bed cuddled up with his very warm and soft boyfriend than be in the predicament he is currently suffering in. The blaring lights, loud background music, and minimal amount of space where sweaty bodies are humping each other are starting to hurt his head, not to mention the cigarettes and alcohol being passed around throughout the bar.
Lan Wangji is not someone who frequents clubs or crowded places in general. If not at home or his boyfriend’s apartment, he mostly spent his time in the library or studio where he diligently practiced his guqin. Alas, he is only in a bar right now because of Wei Ying, who practically begged him to go out with their friends because it is Wangji’s birthday tomorrow and the former knew he would be spending the day with his lover and family.
I should’ve denied harder, Lan Wangji thinks to himself, holed up in the corner as he watches Wei Ying make out with a random stranger and Nie Huaisang drinks body shots off of another man’s body.
“A-Zhan, you should go. I’ll wait for you here.”
“Come with me.”
“You know I have an important test the day after your birthday, I can’t afford to get drunk. Don’t worry, I’ll threaten A-Ying not to get you in trouble or I’ll beat him up myself.”
“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Aiya, why are you here all alone!” Wei Ying pops up with a grin, his hair tousled and a jar of Emperor’s Smile in his hand.
Because you decided to share salivas with a stranger and left me here, Lan Wangji drawls internally but settles with an unimpressed look directed towards his best friend. His boyfriend has been influencing his manner of thinking too much.
Nie Huaisang approaches them and waggles his eyebrows suggestively, “Wei-xiong, isn’t it obvious he misses Jiang Cheng? Wangji-xiong probably can’t wait to return home and sleep with your brother.”
Wei Ying’s face sours and he complains loudly, “Ugh, don’t remind me that my best friend and A-Cheng are fucking, it still gives me goosebumps.” His body slides right on the edge of Wangji’s, shoving the alcohol in his hand, “Come on, Lan Zhan! Drink one.”
Wangji shakes his head and pushes the jar back to Wei Ying, glaring, “No.”
“Ah, come on, Lan Zhan! Lighten up!” Wei Ying whines, shaking his head back and forth. “Just drink one jar and I’ll let you go home to A-Cheng.”
Nie Huaisang nods, grinning at his plight, “Just drink one, Wangji-xiong. It’s obvious this guy’s drunk and you already know he won’t let you off until you do what he wants.”
Lan Wangji hesitates, he is well aware of how extremely stubborn Wei Ying could be, especially when drunk. On the other hand, he hasn’t drunk alcohol in years and he doesn’t want to repeat the memory of embarrassingly passing out after one glass and not remembering what happened the day after.
“Just one drink.” Wangji concedes.
“I promise, I promise! Come on, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying nods in delight. Wangji slowly takes the jar from Wei Ying’s hand, brows furrowing at the intense smell of liquor entering his nostrils. He places the tip of the jar in his mouth and chugs it all the way through, ignoring the cheers and squeals of “Go, Lan Zhan!” coming from the background.
Immediately, Lan Wangji feels the heady rush of alcohol and euphoria entering his veins as if he is floating on air. He tries to focus his vision, his amber eyes narrowing in a daze. Why are there two Wei Yings? Where is A-Cheng?
Wangji hears a giggle, did that just come out of his mouth?
“...Zhan? Lan Zhan?”
“I miss my Wanyin, where’s my Wanyin?”
“Wei-xiong, you forgot Wangji-xiong doesn’t drink! You just gave him one of the strongest drinks in this bar.”
“Oh shit.”
“Start praying to all the gods above that Jiang Cheng doesn’t kill you, because you just fucked up!”
The phone rings and Jiang Cheng rouses from his sleep, groaning as his back cracked from the movement. He didn’t intend to fall asleep while reviewing for his exam but the exhaustion won over his stubbornness. He reaches over his phone, eyes blinking blearily as he sees the time and the caller ID. It is past 3 am and there are no signs of his lover in the apartment and now Wei Wuxian is calling for seemingly no reason.
Worry immediately shoots through his veins as he notices the lack of texts from Wangji and the fact he hadn’t heard the door open throughout the hours he incidentally fell asleep while waiting and studying. “A-Ying, what’s wrong?” Jiang Cheng asks, trying to swallow the nervousness he is feeling. He tells himself that Lan Wangji is a reliable adult who knows what he’s doing.
“You weren’t answering the door and I couldn’t find Lan Zhan’s keys! Open up, Lan Zhan and I are here. ”
Jiang Cheng bolts up, millions of questions running through his mind — Why couldn’t Wangji open the door himself? Why was Wei Ying with him? — and slams the door open, confusion marring his face as he’s faced with a sheepish expression written across Wei Ying’s face, “A-Ying.”
Jiang Cheng frowns and opens his mouth to ask, “Where’s Wangj-'' when a faint tug on his jogging pants makes him pause. He looks down to find a very, very drunk Lan Wangji curled up on the floor, mumbling incoherently under his breath.
Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms, “What the hell did you do to my boyfriend, Wei Wuxian?”
“Ahaha, A-Cheng, well, you see…” Wei Ying trails off nervously, “I might or might not have given Wangji one jar of Emperor’s Smile and he got drunk. But I got him home safe, see! No need to worry!”
“You idiot,” glares Jiang Cheng. “How am I going to tell his uncle that you're to blame for a hangover on his birthday? Do you want me to break your legs?”
“Wanyin…” Wangji quietly groans from the floor, taking Jiang Cheng’s attention from a laughing and drunk Wei Ying. With a grumble, Jiang Cheng grabs Wangji's waist to keep him steady. His boyfriend’s face falls flat on his chest and he suppresses the impulse to smile.
“Do you need help there, A-Cheng?” Wei Ying offers, pretending that he didn’t hear Jiang Cheng’s threat a few seconds ago.
Jiang Cheng grunts, “No, you’ve caused enough trouble.” He pointedly glances from Wangji’s drunk state to Wei Ying’s similar condition, “But, can you go home? No way in hell am I letting you drive drunk, A-Ying. You can stay over.”
Wei Ying flails his arms around, “No, no, no need, A-Cheng! Huaisang is downstairs and he asked his family driver to pick us up.”
Jiang Cheng hums noncommittally, “Fine. Go then. Text me when you get home.”
“Bye, A-Cheng! Take care of Lan Zhan, haha!” Wei Ying waved his hand, laughing to himself and nearly stumbling as he sprinted towards the elevator. “Don’t think you’re safe just yet!” Jiang Cheng calls out, scoffing as his brother disappears from his sight in the blink of an eye. Probably to avoid Jiang Cheng’s wrath before he changes his mind. Well, Wei Ying should thank the heavens that his mind is preoccupied with someone else. Specifically, his bumbling fool of a boyfriend who got drunk from a single jar of alcohol and turned into a mess.
With his other arm clamped around Wangji’s waist to prevent him from failing, Jiang Cheng goes back inside to shut the door after bending down to get his boyfriend’s extra house keys that are scattered around the hallway floor.
“Come on, A-Zhan, take your clothes off and change so we can go back to bed and sleep.” Jiang Cheng prods when his boyfriend abruptly moves in the direction of the couch and lies down. When Jiang Cheng approaches the extremely inebriated man and gets no response, he rolls his eyes and lifts his boyfriend, who then gets up all by himself and wobbles as he takes off his shoes and shirt.
Wangji suddenly stiffens, straining blearily to concentrate his amber eyes on him. Confused, Jiang Cheng looks about, waiting for his boyfriend to say something. “Who are you? Where's my Wanyin” is the last thing he expects to hear from his boyfriend's mouth.
“Lan Wangji, it’s almost 4 in the morning. Seriously? Let’s go.” Jiang Cheng asks. He gives the other man an irritated glare that contains no heat, “So, are you coming to bed?” before moving forward and taking hold of Wangji's wrist. He scrunches his nose, smelling the booze on his breath. “You better brush your teeth before sleeping.”
Jiang Cheng tries to drag Wangji towards the bathroom but the latter struggles, stepping back and placing his arms around his body as if Jiang Cheng is about to take advantage of him.
“No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely, but I’m taken and I have a boyfriend.” Wangji gently yet firmly rejects, as firmly as someone drunk out of his mind could. Jiang Cheng can’t help the incredulous laugh that leaves his mouth at his boyfriend’s response because. Really?
Yeah, you’re taken by me, you idiot. Jiang Cheng thinks but makes no move as Wangji walks around the apartment, following him in silence until the man sets foot into their bedroom, his eyes wandering, “This is Wanyin and I’s bedroom. Where is Wanyin?”
So, Wangji is drunk but not drunk enough to forget about their bedroom. But apparently drunk enough not to recognize that the guy he’s been talking to all along is Jiang Wanyin.
Jiang Cheng looks up to the ceiling, lamenting over whatever had he done in the past to deserve this. Maybe it was for the better that he had fallen asleep the past hours to deal with a drunk Lan Wangji. Never did he have to face an extremely inebriated Lan Wangji in the past, so this is incredibly new and shocking to him.
Lan Wangji, gifted with talent, looks, and smarts, but turning out to be an extreme lightweight who can’t hold his liquor and turns into a foolish drunk is proof that no one, not even the famous Lan Zhan, is perfect.
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Cheng decides to play along, sitting and patting the bed, “Jiang Wanyin told me he has to do something. So, go to bed first and you’ll see him when you wake up.” when you’re sober is the more correct term, considering Jiang Cheng is here. Lan Wangji is just stupid.
His amusement and exasperation greatly increase when Wangji, in all his half-naked glory, decides to plop down on the floor, “I will sleep here. Thank you for your concern.”
Jiang Cheng can’t hold the snort that comes out at hearing the ridiculousness of it all, “Won’t you come to sleep here? You’ll get sick on the floor.”
“No, I only sleep with Wanyin, not strangers.” Wangji lectures, as if Jiang Cheng just uttered something blasphemous. Jiang Cheng shrugs, “I’m Wanyin’s friend though, you don’t have to worry.”
“No, thank you.” Wangji shuts down his reply without hesitation, shaking his head. He squints, “But you look familiar…”
“Oh, yeah?” Jiang Cheng responds, shoulders shaking in mirth. “I’m Wanyin’s friend, didn’t I tell you already?”
Wangji nods, “Mn. Will wait for Wanyin here, will not sleep yet.”
Jiang Cheng groans. He forgot how awfully stubborn his boyfriend can be when it comes to him, specifically waiting for him. It turns out that his boyfriend’s hard-headed personality worsens and increases by a mile when he’s drunk, “Ok, Wangji, tell me about Wanyin. Why do you love him?”
If there is anything Jiang Cheng is skilled at, it’s turning situations to his advantage. Seeing how open and loose Wangji is acting, maybe he can get something out of it. Like hearing what Wangji has to say about him in private and to someone he considers a ‘stranger’. His dumb boyfriend is too drunk to realize he is already talking to his lover, Jiang Cheng had no doubts he would not even be suspicious of the random question.
And he is right.
“Wanyin is very pretty and he has the prettiest smile. I love hugging him,” Wangji rambles from where he is seated on the floor, "He looks cute when he’s angry but he's cuter when he's happy. I want to make him laugh and take care of him forever.”
Jiang Cheng’s breath hitches. Don’t get him wrong; Wangji has always expressed his love for him in the most overt ways possible, but they were typically acts of service. He doesn't often hear Wangji speak in such a manner.
Maybe there are benefits to Wangji being drunk which results in him losing control of his thoughts and bluntly saying them without a care in the world.
“Wanyin is very good with Jin Ling too, I want to have children with him.” Wangji continues, bringing Jiang Cheng back to reverie even as he ignores the heat from his ears from hearing Wangji wax poetic about him.
“I want to fuck a baby in Wanyin.” Wangji finishes smugly, evidently satisfied by his deepest, darkest thoughts being verbalized for the world, aka Wanyin, to hear.
Jiang Cheng chokes, “A-Zhan!” he hisses, ignoring the sudden desire and lust that surges within his body at Wangji’s honesty. Wangji is rough and animalistic in bed, but it is the first time Jiang Cheng hears that the reason behind it might be because of his need to make Jiang Cheng pregnant, which is not in any way possible, but he can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of being bred to the point of keeping Wangji’s cum inside him for days, miraculously hoping for it to turn into a baby.
Perhaps, next time… Jiang Cheng is not about to have sex with Wangji while he’s drunk. Even more so endure hours of nonstop sex when he has an upcoming test. No way is Jiang Cheng walking onto campus with a limp that could only obviously come from one thing. He is not about to Walk of Shame himself into a class of over thirty people and a strict professor, no thank you.
Maybe sometime soon, though…
Jiang Cheng stifles a laugh as Wangji gives him a sleepy blink. With one hand grabbing a glass of water he left on his bedside table, he moves closer, wiping the sweat from Wangji's forehead and smoothing his hair out of his face. “Drink, Wangji, before you sleep.”
Jiang Cheng cautiously lifts the glass to Wangji's lips. The latter takes a few sips, neglecting to see the fond smile forming on Jiang Cheng's lip, "You're going to absolutely regret everything when you wake up with a headache, A-Zhan."
“Mn?”
Jiang Cheng sniffs, tossing a blanket at his tall, unmoved partner and adding, "Sleep on the floor, if you wish." as he falls into the bed, sensing that Wangji is no longer listening to him.
Just as he is ready to nod off, Jiang Cheng’s guilty conscience and protective nature kick in, causing him to groan. When he sits up again, Wangji is already asleep on the floor, feet protruding from the blanket too small for his stature.
Jiang Cheng throws his arms around Wangji's bare torso, hoisting him up to their bed and planting a soft peck on his nose. “Goodnight, A-Zhan.” Jiang Cheng whispers, yawning as he lifts the blanket and covers the two of them. The world slows as he hears the low snore, which is like white noise to his ears. He feels heavy drowsiness lying on his eyelids as exhaustion finally catches up to him.
“I love you, A-Zhan.”
It is past 10 in the morning when Lan Wangji comes to his senses. The sound of a certain figure bustling around the apartment wakes Lan Wangji up from his slumber. As soon as he tries to sit, a dull, throbbing pain in his temple gets worse and he starts to shuffle his memories to remember what happened the previous night to no avail.
He groans quietly until he hears footsteps and feels warm, familiar hands on his head. Jiang Cheng looks down at him with concern, a trace of exasperation in his bluish-grey eyes.
Everything feels odd. His head is clouded with dizziness as the world around him accelerates and becomes a blur in his vision.
“A-Zhan, you alright?”
Wangji hums. He’s never going to a bar ever again, he muses to himself.
“Do you remember anything?” Jiang Cheng inquires, bringing him a cup of chrysanthemum tea to alleviate his hangover, which he accepts, gulping it down quickly. The hot liquid pouring through his throat soothes the nagging discomfort, and he exhales, feeling as if he's woken up by the warmth emanating from Jiang Cheng's other palm, which is still on the side of his head.
He takes a minute to respond, shaking his head, "No."
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng smirks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that makes Wangji just a tad bit nervous. "You don't remember anything, at all?"
Wangji furrows his brow, racking his mind to remember if he did anything embarrassing, but he can't recollect much more than that he was with Wei Ying and Nie Huaisang, and then he was home with Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng interrupts his train of thought by saying, “So you don't remember mistaking me for a stranger and insisting that, while I was nice, you had a boyfriend and didn't want to go to bed with me because of it?”
Wangji's eyes enlarge imperceptibly, and a blush appears from his neck to his ears. A loud chuckle that grows into full-fledged laughter echoes around their empty room, and Wangji attempts to burrow himself in the blankets, sulking as he hears his boyfriend's taunting.
"Wei Ying's fault." Wangji petulantly pouts.
“Is it Wei Ying’s fault that you started to wax poetic about how cute I was when I was angry?” Jiang Cheng retorts amusedly. Wangji continues sulking, bits and pieces of his drunk behavior coming back to him.
Jiang Cheng leaps onto his boyfriend's lap as Lan Wangji burrows further into the blanket, laying a kiss on Wangji's neck and pushing his head against his shoulder. Wangji stiffens at the motion, making Jiang Cheng smile triumphantly.
Jiang Cheng drags his lips over words that danced down Wangji's pointed jawline, “You don’t remember saying you wanted to fuck a baby in me?”
Wangji's face turns a dark shade of crimson, yet lust pours through his body, amber eyes gleaming with desire as he tugs Jiang Cheng with his arms and pins him to his back. Now, their positions are reversed. Wangji’s on top with Jiang Cheng observing him from below, eyes twinkling in both mischief and matching need.
Jiang Cheng lunges forward, grasping the sides of Wangji's head with his palms and pulling him to his lips, colliding their mouths in a deep, intense passion that only they share. Everything comes to a standstill for a while. Jiang Cheng's pupils broaden as Wangji vigorously kisses him. Jiang Cheng's grip weakens, and Wangji's arms snake around his waist, squeezing their bodies as close as they can and virtually grinding against each other's waists. Jiang Cheng feels the big erection grazing against his leg and nearly moans, but Wangji's mouth covers his.
The kiss lasts for a while before they break off, a rope of saliva linking them. Wangji looks down to see Jiang Cheng's bright grin, his eyes crinkling with joy.
It's another of those moments he'd like to keep for a lifetime. To have Jiang Cheng with him and beneath him, to feel the buzzing of the air and sexual tension around them as if it were the thrill of two people within their flat, and to treasure all of this every day.
“Happy birthday, A-Zhan. I love you.”
“I love you more, my Wanyin.”
Jiang Wanyin ✓ @lotusjiang
So my BOYFRIEND comes home last night absolutely smashed, gets undressed and then just stands there in my room. So I'm like are you coming to bed? And he goes "No thank you, I'm sure you're lovely but I have a boyfriend" and goes to sleep on the floor.