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A month into the new school year, Lan Xichen found himself with both of his arms battered up and bruised, wrapped safely behind a pair of mismatched casts, from palm to elbow. His right arm he had injured while helping out on his uncles' farm which also flared up his carpal tunnel, his left from trying to break his fall while saving a distracted Jiang Cheng from walking into traffic.
Jiang Cheng, his roommate, was more upset at himself from indirectly injuring him that being relieved to be alive.
"You're in this state because of me. I'm sorry, Xichen, I promise I'll make it up to you!" said Jiang Cheng, kneeling on the floor next to him at his hospital bed. He barely registered anything his roommate said thanks to the drowsiness from his concussion and the painkillers in his system.
His left arm had a hairline fracture, and was swung from a sling around his neck while his right dangled precariously at his side. Every time Jiang Cheng glanced his way, he had a pained look on his face as though it were his arms all plastered up. Jiang Cheng felt so guilty, he wished it was him who got injured instead. Ifonly he had looked where he was going!
And that is how he found himself with Jiang Cheng stuck by his side day and night, aiding him in his daily routine, not even letting Xichen lift a finger (Ha.).
"Jiang Cheng, you really don’t have to do this!" pleaded Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng had made it his life's sole purpose to aid Lan Xichen with everything to the point it was starting to get overwhelming.
"Hush, I’m doing this because I want to. We're headed the same way anyways," said Jiang Cheng defiantly, breaking only a small sweat when he heaved Lan Xichen's bag along with his own.
"Jiang Cheng, this really isn't necessary…" blushed Lan Xichen when Jiang Cheng hand fed him in the uni's dining hall, with hushed whispers from nosy onlookers erupting around them.
"J-Jiang Cheng!" yelped Lan Xichen when Jiang Cheng tried to get into the shower with him to help him wash his hair.
Really, Jiang Cheng's help may have been a relief for his arms but it was not good for his heart. The other boy seemed oblivious to the effects his actions had on his di— heart. All sense of propriety and personal space seemed to have evaporated to the point Jiang Cheng was even helping him fold his underwear! Lan Xichen was dying inside, but how could he stop Jiang Cheng when he would have the cutest kicked kitten expression on his face whenever he tried? Oh well, if it made Jiang Cheng happy then who was he to stop him.
Lan Xichen woke up with the rhythm of a steady headache throbbing on his temple. Even the gentle head massage from Jiang Cheng the night before wasn't enough to quell it, and his habit of waking up at 5AM refused to let him sleep in. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up just yet when a knock on the door distracted him from his brooding. Just how much time had passed since he woke up?
"Xichen?" came Jiang Cheng's voice from the other side of the door. Lan Xichen perked up and shuffled to sit against his headboard. When had the sun risen already? Jiang Cheng didn't wait for him to respond before entering his room, standing by the doorway with bowl of oatmeal. "You didn't come for breakfast so I got worried,"
The very picture of Jiang Cheng coming to his room with a bowl of food, his hair messily tied back into a bun, his face still clouded with sleep but preparing him breakfast like a diligent wife, or a maid, oh no Xichen don't imagine him in a maid outfit—
Blood rushed from his brain straight to his dick and Lan Xichen almost blacked out from how quick his dick chubbed up. Poor Jiang Cheng was oblivious to his internal demise and walked over to where he was struck paralyzed by horniness in his bed.
"Are you okay? Are you sick?" asked Jiang Cheng worriedly, setting the tray down before placing his palm on Lan Xichen's forehead. "You're a bit warm.."
It all felt like it happened in slow motion. Before Lan Xichen could stop him, Jiang Cheng lifted the blanket from his lap, exposing his stiff dick! The bulge was even more prominent through his grey sweatpants and to Lan Xichen's dismay, didn't go unnoticed by Jiang Cheng.
"Th-this isn't what it looks like...!" panicked Lan Xichen, trying and failing to tug the blanket from Jiang Cheng's grip. His flailing was promptly cut off when Jiang Cheng placed his hand directly on top of his dick.
"You're so hard," mumbled Jiang Cheng to himself. "Look, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about here. We all get morning wood," (Lan Xichen was dying inside. why did his roommate sound like a mother explaining her son about puberty?!) "It's my fault you're in this predicament, and I told you I'd help you with everything, so…" he licked his lips, not even looking at Lan Xichen's face. "Let me help you with that,"
Wait, what?!
Like deja vu, Jiang Cheng was tugging his sweatpants down before he could even get a word in. His cock sprung up on attention, thick and throbbing. "Of course you went commando, ah," sighed Jiang Cheng. When had he gotten himself comfortable on top of his legs? Now he really couldn't run away even if he wanted to!
"I’ll make it quick," said Jiang Cheng, grasping his cock firmly. Lan Xichen sucked in a breath, his hands looked small against his cock. "Is this how you do it when you're by yourself?" said Jiang Cheng, stroking his cock up and down. His strokes were aided with the thin layer of sweat on his palms and the beads of precum that dribbled down the length of his cock like wax dripping down a candle.
"You gotta tell me or this will take forever," said Jiang Cheng, not pausing for even a second. He better forgive Lan Xichen for struggling to find the words— it’s not every day your crush randomly treats you to a good morning hand job on a random Wednesday morning!
"Y-you're doing great, Jiang Cheng," stammered Lan Xichen, barely getting the words out. He looked like a dream, a succubus that walked through his doors to steal his soul. Jiang Cheng's stroked his dick like a man on a mission— was this how Jiang Cheng masturbated in the comfort on his own room? Jiang Cheng paused for a second to wipe the drool from his lip with his sleeve and Lan Xichen hissed sharply. "Are you enjoying this too?"
"Huh?" said Jiang Cheng dumbly, as though he forgot Lan Xichen was there. Realizing he was in fact stroking another man’s dick, he blushed fiercely. "This is for your own good, don't say such nonsense!" he accidentally gripped his dick too firmly in that momentary outburst, making Lan Xichen yelp like a kicked puppy.
"Oh shit, sorry I didn't mean to do that—"
Lan Xichen could tell Jiang Cheng was getting unnecessarily worried and he waved his hand to disperse his thoughts. "It's okay. You can suck it if you want to make Xiao Huan feel better..."
"Don't call it Xiao Huan again,"
"I’m sorry,"
Jiang Cheng might as well have been talking to his dick with the way it seemed his world was zeroed out on it. Without needing to be told twice, he lowered his head and wrapped his plush lips around the tip of his cock. Lan Xichen had to hold himself back from coming immediately like a prepubescent boy. But how could he, when Jiang Cheng’s mouth was oh so plush and warm and slick with drool already?!
He sucked Lan Xichen's cock deeper into his throat, and the only thing that could be heard in the room were Lan Xichen's hitched gasps and Jiang Cheng's wet slurping. (Lan Xichen prayed that their neighbors couldn’t hear him through the walls getting a blowjob at 5AM!)
Jiang Cheng choked when the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat, pulling away and coughing from his gag reflex. "Why must you be so stupidly big, fuck!" he palmed at his own clothed crotch hastily "How did you manage to hide it this entire time?!" he promptly put his mouth on Lan Xichen's cock once again, determined to take all of it down.
Lan Xichen cursed himself for not having his hands to hold onto Jiang Cheng's hair, on anything— they lay limply at his side while Jiang Cheng was busy sucking the soul out of his dick. Jiang Cheng's brows were furrowed in the same way it usually did when he was focusing on his assignments— oh heavens, is Lan Xichen going to get a boner every time Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow?
"You're making me feel so good, Jiang Cheng, oh..!" that was the only warning Jiang Cheng got before Lan Xichen thrusted his hips, sending his cock deeper into Jiang Cheng's throat. Tears sprung from Jiang Cheng's eyes as his throat struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. He swore he could feel it bulge through his neck, how much more indecent could Lan Xichen be!
Jiang Cheng refused to pull away no matter how much Lan Xichen's stupidly huge cock was choking him. His own dick had been straining against the confines of his shorts for a while now, but he'll be damned if he came before Lan Xichen! He wasn't going to lose so easily like that! He started to bob his head up and down, sucking and slurping around Lan Xichen's girth. Jiang Cheng could tell Lan Xichen was close from how he was writhing uncontrollably on the bed, and one good, long suck was enough for him to go undone like a ball of yarn.
"I’m going to come, I’m going to come, please Jiang Cheng!" and not a second later he came, with Jiang Cheng not spilling a single drop. It felt like he had his soul and the headache sucked out of his dick. Lan Xichen collapsed on the bed, heaving as though he ran a marathon. Jiang Cheng finally pulled away from his softening cock, a string of saliva connecting his lips and the tip of his dick, as though reluctant to let go.
"Are..are you okay, Xichen?" said Jiang Cheng, tapping Lan Xichen on the face. he was flopped spread-eagled on the bed like butter spread on toast, his limbs all felt like jelly.
"Just give me a minute.." mumbled Lan Xichen, getting up. "Jiang Cheng, you're still…" he trailed off, looking at Jiang Cheng's hard on.
"D-don't worry about it," blushed Jiang Cheng, tugging the hem of his shirt lower to hide himself from Lan Xichen's view. How dare he!
"I’ll make it up to you when I get these stupid casts off, I swear!" said Lan Xichen determinedly.
"Language, you idiot! If you say so, then you better hold your word!" hmphed Jiang Cheng, getting up to leave "Now eat your breakfast and don't let it go to waste. I’ll go brush my teeth, again,"
Lan Xichen was still smiling when Jiang Cheng left. He looked at the bowl of oatmeal sitting on his night stand and felt his heart soar. Jiang Cheng had made it just how he liked it— it was on the thicker side, topped with blueberries, almonds and drizzled with honey. Just how he liked it. Jiang Cheng was always so attentive to him and it only made him fall for the other harder.
After he gets these irritating casts of his hands, he'll suck Jiang Cheng off and oh, oh, confess his love to him! yes, Xichen can start planning for the perfect proposal now!
A few weeks later when the two inevitably got together, people would coo when they tell the story of how Xichen confessed his love for Jiang Cheng and started dating. Of course, they omitted the part where they accidentally started a routine of getting each other off in the time it took for Xichen to confess. The whole world didn't have to know all of their personal details!
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