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"One room."
Wei Wuxian waits, letting Lan Wangji take care of things as he usually does. They entered the first inn they could find after they came down that mountain, where Lan Wangji found him after—
Too long, Wei Wuxian's mind supplies. Just too long.
There is a restlessness there that he tries not to think about. One foot taps off the excess energy against the old, wooden floor boards, his hands behind his back and probably worrying a wrinkle on his sleeves.
Lan Wangji places the required amount of silver on the counter. He turns, his eyes slowly meeting Wei Wuxian's across that distance. They say nothing, but the hairs on the back of Wei Wuxian's neck tingle anyway, his face warmer than it has any right to be this time of the year.
He licks his lips, and Lan Wangji looks away.
Lan Wangji leads them up the flight of stairs. There is no one else around save for the young maid behind the counter, and so Wei Wuxian has nothing else to distract him.
He looks good, Lan Wangji. Well, he always does, but Wei Wuxian means in a way relative to his usual. It has been a while, but little seems to have changed. Maybe Lan Wangji's face seems more serious (apparently that is possible) and his shoulders are still tense. Being chief cultivator has taken its toll, but at least not as badly as Wei Wuxian worried it would. He is glad Lan Wangji can pass on the position before it could do any worse to him.
'It is done,' Lan Wangji had said, back there on that mountain where they met. 'But it took a while to find you.'
A complaint, delivered in a way only Lan Wangji could, but he had a horse with him and a telling pack hanging on its back, and Wei Wuxian could not even summon up the energy to come up with a joke to deflect him. He did not deflect anything at all, denied nothing as was maybe his wont. Instead he was on Lan Wangji in an instant, embracing him tight, and he might have said some things that would have embarrassed a lesser man, but Wei Wuxian had been too happy, too relieved, and too busy not-crying to care.
And now, suddenly, he cannot wait.
Lan Wangji is a tall, solid figure there in the deserted hallway. His pretty face flickers golden in the lamplight, lashes dark and thick against his cheeks, his lips red from the brisk evening air outside. Wei Wuxian's fingers twitch at his sides.
Lan Wangji takes far too long with the door, or so Wei Wuxian thinks, so much so that Wei Wuxian all but shoves the door open the moment he could and pushes Lan Wangji through the threshold.
"Wei Ying, you--"
That is all he manages. Wei Wuxian is immediately on him, closing the door behind them before pushing Lan Wangji up against it. Surprise actually registers on that normally calm face, making Wei Wuxian smile as he pulls the lock on to its latch.
"Lan Zhan," he says. "Did I not say I missed you?"
He hears the hitch in Lan Wangji's breath. Wei Wuxian does not let up though, and neither does Lan Wangji pull away. The air is hot between them, heated by their shared breaths, and suddenly Wei Wuxian cannot resist the way his eyes slide down to Lan Wangji's lips.
How long did he have to endure? Of course it was just his luck that the moment he realized how much he needed this, how much he had gotten used to the warmth and presence of this man, Lan Wangji had already said his goodbye. And who could have known then how long it would be before they could see each other again? Wei Wuxian had put on a brave face, said he knew they would meet again, but he struggled so much not to make their reunion happen too early, at least not before Lan Wangji could do what he had to do. He would give him that, had to give him that, because it was not as if Wei Wuxian had anything to hold on to, nothing between them that could tie Lan Wangji to himself.
Stupid Wei Ying, he reprimanded himself on far too many nights. You should have known, you should have known sooner than this, and you should have said something to him.
Too late, was what he was. Lan Wangji had been made chief cultivator, and he accepted, and knowing Lan Wangji as well as Wei Wuxian did, he could not have strayed from that path of duty and not be unhappy. Wei Wuxian would not do that to him, would never, ever want to hurt him.
The consequence, however…
He is probably acting weird, he knows, but he also cannot help but stick to him. Lan Wangji is finally here, and the urge to feel that, to bask in that, is too strong for any of his filters that are even already flimsy and pathetic at best.
"I miss you," he finds himself saying, eyes still upon those lips. "I miss you, I miss you. Lan Zhan, I--"
He probably kisses him first, he is not sure. He most likely did, but even so Lan Wangji's lips are warm and welcoming. There is no struggle, not even for a moment, and he kisses back in a way that makes all the remaining tension in Wei Wuxian just melt away. He presses his body up against Lan Wangji, the movement coming to him naturally and he does not stop it. He shies away from nothing and sure enough he can feel him, hot and hardening between them as their kisses grow heated, deepening, mouths opening and tongues licking in and finding places to taste despite their inexperience.
There is a ringing in his ears that masks the steady groaning he only realizes belatedly is coming from himself. Lan Wangji feels so good against him, around him, his mouth hot and like nothing Wei Wuxian has ever tasted, making him want more and more. He cannot stop kissing him, even fanning the flames further by pressing up harder against him, bucking at the bulge between his legs and swallowing the moan that escapes Lan Wangji.
So long. Wei Wuxian waited for him for so long.
"Now you know," Lan Wangji says, and just like that Wei Wuxian realizes what he had just said out loud. Lan Wangji pulls away just enough to look at him, eyes intent and with a fire Wei Wuxian has not seen there before. "But I have waited longer."
Lan Wangji flips them around, and then it is Wei Wuxian whose back is against the door. He arches up to the embrace and the kiss that comes soon after, arms wrapping around Lan Wangji's neck and pulling him to himself even tighter.
Gods, he needed this. He needed this the moment they parted, as early as that first night alone after so many that he spent with Lan Wangji. They were not lovers then, but Lan Wangji spoiled him so much that Wei Wuxian just wanted for nothing. It was not until Lan Wangji left that what affection for him was simmering within Wei Wuxian finally filled him up without release. Without Lan Wangji there with him, to talk to and to tease or even maybe to (unconsciously) flirt with, Wei Wuxian had nothing but memories of him and enough cold nights to desire more than just that remembered warmth.
He wants the heat suggested by the broad chest that caught him many times when he fell. He wants those arms around him longer than what mere brotherhood would allow. He wants those lips, those hands, that voice that says his name so well.
"Lan Zhan--"
His hands fumble at Lan Wangji's clothes, pulls at places clumsily because the other's robes are complicated and unfamiliar. But these do not stop Wei Wuxian, and white robes open, having lost against his stubborn assault. He revels at the gasp he hears from Lan Wangji as Wei Wuxian kisses down his neck, when he pulls at Lan Wangji's shirt so he can touch skin.
He twists them around again, Lan Wangji braced up against the door for the second time that evening. And Wei Wuxian drops to his knees.
He knows his face burned. Contrary to popular belief, he has some idea of shame, knows enough of it to feel embarrassed every once in a while. But ever has passion been stronger in him, and so even now, he soldiers on despite his burning cheeks. They have not done anything like this before, never even kissed before tonight. But then again, a fire has been simmering between them even as far back as those many years ago. He thinks of this as he looks up at Lan Wangji. He can only wonder what the other sees, Wei Wuxian on his knees and years of pent up lust probably burning hot and transparent in his eyes.
There is something there, too, in Lan Wangji's eyes, a mirrored fire. Some apprehension, too, because how can there not be, unless Lan Wangji has done this before? Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he has not, but then he also does not ask, afraid of even the tiniest of odds that he could be wrong.
"Never," Lan Wangji says. This time Wei Wuxian is sure he did not speak, but Lan Wangji knows him too well. "Not even a kiss. Only Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian has nothing to say to that, and even if he did, he is too choked up to speak. He instead fumbles with the ties that keep Lan Wangji's trousers in place more urgently, and not even Gusu Lan's complicated layers nor Lan Wangji's belated "Wei Ying!" stop Wei Wuxian's mouth from descending towards his prize.
How often had he dreamt of this? How soon after their parting, after Lan Wangji said that unexpected goodbye to make do on a promise Wei Wuxian never thought would take Lan Wangji away from him? How soon after did Wei Wuxian realize that he wanted to do this?
He lays his tongue flat at the base of Lan Wangji's cock, dragged it up to lick hungrily along that stiff length of him. His eyes fall closed of their own accord as he tastes the salt and the musk of their journey, all of Lan Wangji and all that Wei Wuxian imagined and more.
He hears the 'thud' of Lan Wangji's head hitting the wood of the door, felt the strength of those hands clutching at his shoulders, at his scalp, pulling at the roots of his hair and causing delightful shivers to crawl up Wei Wuxian's back. He moans around his mouthful, which Lan Wangji mirrors, hips bucking unconsciously and his eyes falling shut in a perhaps unprecedented expression of pleasure. He takes Wei Wuxian by surprise, who chokes and pulls away. It takes just a moment though to assure Lan Wangji he's fine, to bat away his questioning hands and stifle his apology by taking that cock once again inside his mouth, sucking him in deeper than he had the first time.
No better music, not even the beloved sound of Lan Wangji's guqin, has enthralled Wei Wuxian more than Lan Wangji's choked up cries, the hitchiness of his breath, the way he gasps, "Wei Ying," when he is fully hard and buried in Wei Wuxian's mouth.
Finally, finally, his daily fantasy brought to life, him on his knees and his name on Lan Wangji's lips.
"Wei Ying, I--"
Wei Wuxian breathes in, long and deep, mouth stretched open and still salivating even with Lan Wangji's cock filling it to capacity. He tastes so good, and yet it is not enough, and he wants it, what Lan Wangji is even warning him against. He wants it with a thirst and a passion he has never known, and he pulls away eagerly, pulling up from Lan Wangji's cock with an audible 'pop'.
"In my mouth," he says between gasps and through the haze of tears from having that not insignificant thing pushing at the back of his throat. "Please, Lan Zhan, I need it--"
He does not even finish, unable to bear not having the taste of him, the heat of him, in his mouth and against his tongue. He has never done this, and yet the image of it, of Lan Wangji filling his mouth like in those many pictures and stories he devoured during their separation, is so bright and vivid in his mind. Having it so close at hand, only moments away, makes him want it like a man dying and in need of air.
Lan Wangji lets out another grunt, his flushed but still handsome face creasing in warning, but Wei Wuxian is stubborn. He swallows Lan Wangji even deeper, fighting through the choking and the tears. He eased up only enough to breathe, but even then only so he can keep going. He pulls up and sucks down in rhythm until Lan Wangji is buckling between the wood behind him and Wei Wuxian's mouth and hands. Fingers bury and clutch at Wei Wuxian's hair, deliciously unforgiving and tight, just as the cock in his mouth twitches and shoots come down Wei Wuxian's eager tongue.
He chokes—of course he does—but he keeps at it, refusing to waste this moment. His knees have begun to hurt a long time ago, and he aches in places he did not even expect to ache. But he takes what Lan Wangji gives like a man thirsty and offered but a drop of water. That is even what it feels like, this first time. In no way can it be enough, not with how long Lan Wangji had been away. They have far too much time to make up for.
"Wei Ying..." says Lan Wangji. His breaths come out winded, his voice weak, all of which Wei Wuxian internally celebrates. "I am sorry. I was rough--"
"I wanted it." Wei Wuxian has to crane up his neck to look up at Lan Wangji. He means to grin and tease him, but something blurs his vision more than mere tears from choking can explain. His own voice even hitches and rasps when he speaks. "I needed it. Lan Zhan, you took so long, and I was so lonely--"
And then Lan Wangji's arms, strong and warm and good, are around him. He, too, the venerable Hanguang-jun, is on the floor and holding Wei Wuxian tight, who buries the unexpected onslaught of sobs against Lan Wangji's white robes.
"Lan Zhan, I love you--" he says, finally, the words coming in a rush. "I love you, I love you--"
"I love you," returns Lan Wangji. His arms tighten around Wei Wuxian, and his voice is also muffled by Wei Wuxian's hair. "Wei Ying, I love you. For a long time, I love you, only you."
Later, Wei Wuxian would not be able to tell how long they did that, sitting with legs all twisted on the floor and exchanging "I love you's" like teenagers decades their junior. But the thing just seems right, necessary even, because with each "I love you" a knot in his chest eases, with every drawn breath of sandalwood and Lan Wangji telling him, yes, we are home.
He can only wonder what it's like for Lan Wangji, who still holds him like he would not let him go.
Lan Wangji kisses him again, and this time it even starts out sweet, unlike Wei Wuxian's impatient, frantic ones when they entered the room. "Wei Ying," Lan Wangji breathes against his lips, quietly, reverently, and Wei Wuxian just melts against him again, opens his mouth, inviting.
Much later, they part. (It really is hard to stop, kissing Lan Wangji.) Wei Wuxian's lips feel wet and burning as he slowly opens his eyes. He is practically trembling from that last kiss, especially when the edge has barely been staved by satisfying Lan Wangji with his mouth. He himself is still hot and aching.
He meets Lan Wangji's eyes, which flash at what they see, looking at him.
Next thing Wei Wuxian knows, he is being lifted from the floor. Lan Wangji's arms are on his back and behind his knees, and he places a kiss on Wei Wuxian's hair.
Those lips then move to his ears.
"Let me take care of you," Lan Wangji whispers, low and promising. "I, too, have missed Wei Ying."