“Ah, this is a disaster!” Wei Wuxian wails.
He waves the kitchen towel around, trying to clear out the smoke from the wok. At least he got the fire alarm turned off, and nothing is on actual fire anymore. He’s messed up a lot of meals in his twenty-one years on this earth, but today is the worst time for it to happen.
He turns to Lan Wangji, who sits patiently at the little, wobbly kitchen table like Wei Wuxian asked him to. Wei Wuxian pouts. “Lan Zhan! I can’t believe I messed up our first date this badly!”
Lan Wangji blinks slowly. “This is... a date?”
Wei Wuxian slumps against the countertop, not caring about the spilled chili oil that gets on his cheek. “It was supposed to be.”
“What do you mean, oh.” Wei Wuxian stands up, wipes his face, and points an accusing finger at Lan Wangji. “You’re the one who agreed to this.”
“I...” Lan Wangji frowns, seemingly as though he’s searching through his memories. “I did?”
“Yes. Last week. When I said, ‘Would you like to come over to my place on Friday? I’ll cook!’ And you—while looking skeptical—which, fair—” he throws out his arms to indicate his disaster of a tiny kitchen— “You still said, ‘I would like that, Wei Ying,’ and then I”—Wei Wuxian points both his thumbs at his chest— “said, ‘Great, it’s a date!’“ He claps his hands together to make his point.
“In my defence,” Lan Wangji says slowly, eyes sweeping across the smoky kitchen before landing back on Wei Wuxian’s face, “you use that turn of phrase frequently.”
“I do not,” Wei Wuxian protests.
“Yes, when I asked you—”
“No,” Lan Wangji interrupts, which doesn’t happen often so it startles Wei Wuxian off his game. “When Nie Huaisang asked if you’d like to see that movie, and the two of you arranged a time, you said it.”
“Okay, yes, but,” Wei Wuxian says, unable to deny it. Those words had come from his mouth. He adores his friend Nie Huaisang, but not to the point he’d ever ask him out on a date. “I didn’t mean it like that, obviously.”
“And a couple days before that,” Lan Wangji continues. “Wen Qing.”
Wei Wuxian gapes at him. He would definitely remember asking Wen Qing out on a date, because he adores her too, but is also very terrified of her and they would not at all be compatible like that. “I didn’t...” He frowns. Wait a second.
Lan Wangji raises a knowing eyebrow. “You asked to borrow her tablet because yours needed repair. She said if you returned it damaged, she would eviscerate you. You said...”
“Great, it’s a date,” Wei Wuxian fills in faintly. He shakes himself out of it with a laugh. “I have no doubt she would actually schedule an evisceration, but I didn’t mean it like that. It was just a joke. Mostly.”
“The week before that. I asked you to meet me at the coffee shop. You agreed, and said it. Was that just a joke?”
“Of course it wasn’t, but I didn’t—”
“Was tonight?” Interestingly, the top of Lan Wangji’s ears turn slightly pink. “Was tonight a joke?”
“No, no,” Wei Wuxian says hurriedly, so that there’s no misunderstanding. He cannot be more serious about how much he wants to date the hell out of Lan Wangji. He softens at the sight of the pink blush. Lan Wangji is too adorable. But he doesn’t like how Lan Wangji’s gaze drops now, as if unsure. Hesitant. “You are not a joke. But it’s true, I didn’t mean it then the same way I do now.”
Lan Wangji’s brow creases slightly in a frown. “That wasn’t long ago. What changed?”
What changed, indeed. Wei Wuxian has known Lan Wangji for three years, meeting the very first day they were on their university campus together. When they still had rooms down the hall in the same dorm, and shared two intro classes. Slowly but surely, Wei Wuxian had wiggled his way into Lan Wangji’s life, and apparently his heart. Even though they no longer share classes, nor live in the same dorm, they’ve become friends. The best of friends.
And Wei Wuxian had been called out by his brother Jiang Cheng just earlier in the week. “Stop teasing him, already,” Jiang Cheng had groused one night when they met for dinner. “You’re leading him on and I can’t handle his puppy dog eyes anymore. Just fucking ask him out already. You both want that.”
Both? Wei Wuxian hadn’t realised either of them did, let alone both of them.
It had been a wake up call. He’d gone to bed that day, confused as hell because this was Lan Zhan who apparently liked Wei Wuxian like that, maybe, if his brother was to be trusted, whic couldn’t always be the case. And then he’d woken up with clarity and realized that, yes, holy shit, Lan Zhan did like him that way. It was so obvious. How had he not seen it earlier?
And Wei Wuxian likes Lan Wangji. Really likes him. What’s not to like? He’s kind and gentle, but stubborn and firm. And hilarious! Why didn’t more people find him funny? He is, obviously, gorgeous, but endearingly oblivious to it, or at least did not care. Best of all—he put up with Wei Wuxian’s shit. No, he got Wei Wuxian, in ways no one else did.
God, Wei Wuxian wants him.
And Wei Wuxian is a man of action—once he has a plan. So, that very day, he determinedly asked Lan Wangji out on a date.
A plan that would have worked significantly better had Lan Wangji been in on the fact they are on a date. Maybe Wei Wuxian had read this entire thing wrong. What if he just ruined everything.
“What changed was—well, I just realized that I would like to go on an actual date with you,” Wei Wuxian says. He shrugs and offers a little smile. “I thought you might like that too. But, if I was wrong...”
“You weren’t,” Lan Wangji says immediately.
It eases the panic that was creeping in on Wei Wuxian, that maybe he’d read this wrong. That maybe Jiang Cheng was being an asshole and ruining everything for him. But, no. This is fine. Mostly fine. On the way to being fine.
“Okay. Good.” Wei Wuxian smiles at Lan Wangji, who visibly relaxes. Well, visibly to Wei Wuxian. There are probably plenty others who wouldn’t see it, but Wei Wuxian can. They are good for each other.
Lan Wangji clears his throat. “Didn’t realise you... were interested. In that.”
“Well. I am.” This is weird and awkward, and they haven’t been like that since week one. He tries to lighten up the mood. He splays out his arms again. “I realise I didn’t make a great first impression, but we can try again.”
“I’ll order us dinner.” Lan Wangji reaches into his pocket for his phone.
Lan Wangji startles at Wei Wuxian’s protest, and freezes on the spot. “Why not?”
“Ugh, no.” Wei Wuxian pulls a face. He looks around in desperation, trying to see if there is anything he can salvage. There is nothing. He slumps his shoulders. “Okay. Fine.”
“What’s wrong?” Lan Wangji asks. “I don’t mind.”
“I know. You never mind. And don’t get me wrong, I love that you spoil me.” And this happens a lot. The Lans are very well off, and Wei Wuxian is a poor student who doesn’t get much from his adoptive family. Lan Wangji never has a problem paying for, well, everything. “But you always pay, and I wanted to do something for you for a change. And I know I can’t afford much, so I thought if I made a nice dinner…” He glances sadly at the wok.
“Thank you,” Lan Wangji says earnestly. “For the thought.”
“Much good it did,” Wei Wuxian says grumpily. But then he brightens. “You didn’t know it was a date, so we’ll start all over. This disaster doesn’t have to count. We’ll try again.”
The corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth twitches up. “If you wish.”
“I do!” Wei Wuxian happily starts cleaning up the mess of the kitchen. Lan Wangji stands up from the little, wobbly table and comes to help. Wei Wuxian doesn’t shoo him away, appreciating the company. He bumps his hip against Lan Wangji’s. “And, since it’s not a date and I don’t technically have to spoil you to make a good impression—”
“Where would you like to order from?” Lan Wangji pulls his phone from his pocket.
Wei Wuxian laughs. “You’re too good for me. The noodle place down the street? Then it won’t take long, and I am starving.” He says this as he dumps sadly charred vegetables into the garbage bin.
“Good idea,” Lan Wangji says, scrolling through the app. “Same order as last time?”
“Sure,” Wei Wuxian says agreeably. He doesn’t remember what it was, but he knows Lan Wangji will make sure it’s spicy, and wouldn’t suggest it if Wei Wuxian hadn’t liked it before. “Maybe I should let you be in charge of the first date,” Wei Wuxian muses as he rinses out the wok. “You would pull out all the stops, wouldn’t you?”
“Hm,” Lan Wangji agrees.
“I bet you couldn’t take me out on a date for under 40 yuan, could you? In total. Not each.”
“Bet I could.”
Wei Wuxian blinks. He looks at Lan Wangji, who looks up from his phone and blinks back. As if calculating exactly what he got himself into before Wei Wuxian even speaks.
A smirk curls Wei Wuxian’s lips, and Lan Wangji raises a challenging eyebrow.
“Alright, then,” Wei Wuxian says. “We have officially agreed to a first date, and I still claim to make the first move—”
“You’ve missed my moves for years,” Lan Wangji says dryly.
It startles a laugh out of Wei Wuxian. “Stop, stop. I know, I know this now. Anyway, official date, but now you are taking me out for under 40 yuan.”
“Aren’t you? You just said you could,” Wei Wuxian says, wagging a finger at Lan Wangji. “You bet on it. Unless you don’t want to take me out.”
“Ridiculous,” Lan Wangji says, but a smile tugs at his lips. “I do want to. And I will meet your conditions.”
“Best of luck,” Wei Wuxian teases as he starts to fill the sink with soap and water. “How long do you think it’ll take to come up with a dazzling idea? When should we schedule it for? Next weekend? The weekend after? Next month, maybe.”
“Already?” Wei Wuxian is surprised, but definitely not disappointed.
“I already have four ideas,” Lan Wangji says. He places his phone in his pocket, and then looks up thoughtfully. “Five, maybe, if I split that one into two.”
“You think you’re so clever,” Wei Wuxian says cheekily.
“Hm,” Lan Wangji agrees. “And not a single fire alarm.”
“And mean! You’re mean!” Wei Wuxian says with a laugh. He plunges his hands into the sink water and begins washing up the day’s dishes. “Alright, what time is this fire alarm-less date, then?”
“Five?” Lan Wangji asks.
Wei Wuxian nods. “I have lunch plans with my brother and sister tomorrow, so that would be perfect.”
“Great,” Lan Wangji says. He smirks a little. “It’s a date.”
“Oh, ha ha.” Wei Wuxian flicks soap suds at Lan Wangji, who easily steps out of the way to avoid them. But he picks up the kitchen towel and begins to dry the dishes, without even being asked.
Wei Wuxian likes Lan Wangji so much, and he’s going to date the ever loving hell out of him. Or is Lan Wangji dating the ever loving hell out of him?
Either way. This is happening and Wei Wuxian cannot wait.
Lan Wangji picks Wei Wuxian up promptly at five, which is exactly as Wei Wuxian expected. Lan Wangji is known for such promptness, and on such a special occasion, he’d almost expected Lan Wangji to be early. But he isn’t, he’s right on time.
However, Lan Wangji cannot cover up his small blink of surprise as he pulls up to the curb outside Wei Wuxian’s apartment building in his expensive yet dependable car. Wei Wuxian is already standing outside waiting for him.
“You’re ready,” Lan Wangji says as Wei Wuxian slips into the passenger seat.
Wei Wuxian can’t help but grin widely. He’s here, on a date with Lan Wangji, and he’s already doing better to impress than yesterday. It’s true, Wei Wuxian is rarely ready on time even though Lan Wangji insists on it, but also insists he does not mind waiting a few minutes while Wei Wuxian makes his way down. He doesn’t even mind if that few minutes stretches into half an hour sometimes. Wei Wuxian’s life is crazy and hectic and he’s constantly running around from one thing to the next, not to forget mentioning he isn’t the most organized of people at times, and Lan Wangji is always patient with him.
But he doesn’t have to be today. Today, Wei Wuxian is too happy and excited to ruin their date over something like tardiness.
“Impressed?” Wei Wuxian says. He reaches over and squeezes Lan Wangji’s forearm in hello. Lan Wangji has eased over the years with Wei Wuxian’s touches—a sure sign he should’ve noticed forever ago and Wei Wuxian is so mad at himself for missing it—but he doesn’t like it while he’s driving. So Wei Wuxian lets go, knowing that he’ll be allowed little luxuries—or maybe bigger ones—again soon.
“Wei Ying is always impressive,” Lan Wangji says seriously, though there’s a small uptick at the corner of his mouth.
“Lan Zhan! Already with the wooing!” Wei Wuxian says, although he cannot help but sound incredibly pleased. He’s always liked praise from Lan Wangji, and being the idiot he is, didn’t realize until recently how freely Lan Wangji gives it to him, in his subtle, quiet ways, in ways he doesn’t for anyone else. God, how had Wei Wuxian not seen.
“I am in charge of this date,” Lan Wangji says as he pulls the car onto the road. He’s a good, steady driver, with the right touch of aggressiveness that eases them onto the main road. “Plenty of wooing.”
“Ah, is that so? I can get used to this.” Wei Ying stretches his legs, and leans his head against the backrest. He turns his head to look at Lan Wangji’s strong, beautiful profile. He could spend the next few hours doing just this and be perfectly happy.
“Good,” Lan Wangji says. He actually reaches over and touches Wei Wuxian’s knee lightly before putting his hand back firmly on the wheel. Wei Wuxian can only stare at him with an open mouth that morphs quickly into a smile when he notices the blush at the top of Lan Wangji’s ears.
“You’re too good to me,” Wei Wuxian says. He will never tire of returning Lan Wangji’s praise. “And as you are in charge of wooing and the planning of this date, are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
“Lan Zhan! You won’t even tell me! You’re keeping this date in mystery, are you? Will I suffer for long before I find out?”
Lan Wangji gives a little huff. It’s a sound of amusement rather than annoyance, which Wei Wuxian has long figured out how to decipher. “You will not suffer.”
“How do you know? The curiosity might kill me,” Wei Wuxian counters playfully. “I might die. I will definitely suffer!”
“You will not suffer,” Lan Wangji says firmly. “You’ll be here. With me.”
The ears go pinker, and Wei Wuxian cannot hold back the soft, happy chuckle. “You have me there, Lan Zhan, you do. Alright, I will just enjoy this car ride before we reach the destination. How could I not? You’re right, you are here, and that is plenty good enough for me. This could be the only thing we do on our date, and I will be a happy man!”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says with another little huff.
Wei Wuxian does not want to push it too much, doesn’t want to embarrass Lan Wangji into retreating into silence, which he sadly also has experience with. So he eases into a new topic with no trouble at all, asking Lan Wangji how his day was. It isn’t always easy getting answers out of Lan Wangji, especially not when he’s focusing on driving, but he’s an attentive listener. So when Lan Wangji asks how his meal was with his siblings, Wei Wuxian happily chatters on about them until they get to their destination.
“Oh, I haven’t been here in a long time!” Wei Wuxian says. They’ve arrived at a beautiful public park, though it is rather far away from campus and the area of the city that either of them live in. It was a beautiful day out and warmth still hangs in the air with a few more hours of daylight left for them.
Wei Wuxian reaches for the door to let himself out, but Lan Wangji interrupts with a, “Wait, wait.” Wei Wuxian blinks at him, but Lan Wangji gets out of the car and makes quick strides around the front of the car.
He opens the door for Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian blinks in surprise but quickly melts into a delighted laugh. “Lan Zhan! Such a gentleman,” he says as he swings his legs out the door.
“I would have earlier,” Lan Wangji says. “But you were already waiting and then in the car before I could move.”
“I wanted to surprise you!”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, you certainly did that!” Wei Wuxian smiles happily at him. “I take it we are here for a walk around this beautiful park? I know they have a lovely flower garden. And a sculpture garden too. Lan Zhan, so sweet and romantic, and also well within the budget. I’m impressed!”
Lan Wangji holds up a finger. “Close, but not quite correct.” Then he goes around to the trunk of his car, and opens it. He slings a backpack over his shoulder, and then pulls out a wicker basket and a blanket
Wei Wuxian cannot stop his continued delighted laugh. “A picnic!”
Lan Wangji nods seriously. “A picnic.”
They go into the park’s gates, and stroll until they find some very soft rolling hills with lush green grass. They find a spot that’s not too far from a man-made duck pond that has a spouting fountain in the middle of it, but it’s done gorgeously with good upkeep.
Wei Wuxian happily spreads out the blanket and then sprawls across it as Lan Wangji sits down at the corner of it, crosslegged. He opens the top of the picnic basket and starts to pull out little containers. He pauses when he sees Wei Wuxian watching him.
“Perhaps I should ask if you’re hungry,” Lan Wangji says with a slight frown. “You did go out for a meal already today.”
“No, no, this is perfect,” Wei Wuxian says, sitting up. “That was hours ago! I could definitely eat.”
Lan Wangji hands him one of the containers and a pair of chopsticks. There’s a cold rice dish in it, nice and spicy, and looks amazing. He spies some delicious looking fruit in another container. Then Lan Wangji pulls a couple of bottles of sparkling water out of the backpack and gives him one. It’s cool, so it must be a specially insulated backpack, or has some ice packs in it.
“Now, tell me,” Wei Wuxian says cheekily, as his gaze sweeps over the blanket and their little meal. “Just how much of your budget did this eat through? It's too much.”
“It's nothing,” Lan Wangji says.
Wei Wuxian gives him a disbelieving look. “This did not cost nothing, Lan Zhan.”
“All of it was already in my home,” Lan Wangji says. “Did not go out of my way to buy any. Took the time to cook this morning to make a meal you'd like, but nothing was bought specially.”
Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what to do with that. It is incredibly sweet and touching to think that Lan Wangji prepared this on his own, and especially for him. But he’s also suspicious.
He holds up a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks. “This is spicy.”
“Hm.” Lan Wangji nods. “You like spice. I know this.”
“You don’t. Even if you used to pretend you did.” It was sweet, actually, when he found out that Lan Wangji used to force himself through spicy meals because he didn’t want to disappoint Wei Wuxian. How had Wei Wuxian missed all these signs? He doesn’t make Lan Wangji suffer through it anymore, but he also knows the Lan brothers, who share an apartment off campus, wouldn’t willingly use chili oil in their own food.
“I had it at home. For you.” Lan Wangji’s ears go pink again. “In case you were over and wanted some. I bought it recently, but not since we agreed on this date.” He looks over the spread in front of them, and nods. “Therefore, none of this counts towards my budget.”
“You’re cheating!” Wei Wuxian claims, though he’s laughing. Of course Lan Wangji would find a loophole. And Lan Wangji is the best person he knows, who wouldn’t ever think of cheating or lying, so he definitely believes he’s in the right here.
“Just resourceful,” Lan Wangji counters. Wei Wuxian gapes at him. When Wei Wuxian doesn’t answer, Lan Wangji calmly puts down his container of food and his chopsticks. Then he reaches out for Wei Wuxian’s dish. “If you think it’s cheating, we don’t have to eat. I’ll put it away—”
Wei Wuxian smacks the back of Lan Wangji’s hand with his chopsticks, which is the rudest fucking thing ever but Lan Wangji can’t take this back! He clutches his dish to his chest. “Oh, no you don’t. You made this food for me, and I’m going to eat it.” Lan Wangji looks rather smug as he picks up his own dishes again. “Fine, fine, you get away with this one, Lan Zhan.”
“Resourceful,” Lan Wangji repeats.
“Resourceful, yes. And kind and sweet and very appreciated.” Wei Wuxian beams at him. “This wooing is going very well for you.”
Lan Wangji huffs, but he looks down at the picnic blanket with a pleased look on his face. “I’m glad.”
They begin to eat in earnest, now that Wei Wuxian’s teasing is out of the way. He knows that Lan Wangji, with his strict, formal family rules, has trouble keeping up a conversation during a meal, so Wei Wuxian takes pity on him and doesn’t try to engage him directly any longer. Wei Wuxian doesn’t have such strict, formal family rules and Lan Wangji has long since given up trying to get him to comply with it, so Wei Wuxian does what he typically does and chatters his way through their meal. And Lan Wangji does what he’s learned to do, and listens along intently, giving little murmurs here and there to show he is.
It works for them. Wei Wuxian is so happy they find ways to make it work. He looks forward to keep doing that.
As Lan Wangji packs up the dirty containers, murmuring something about not attracting bugs and unwanted pests, Wei Wuxian flops back on the blanket again.
“This is so nice,” Wei Wuxian says, looking out at a couple ducks gliding across the pond. “It’s beautiful here.”
“It is,” Lan Wangji says. When Wei Wuxian looks at him, he sees that Lan Wangji isn’t looking at the pond or the beautiful park or anything. He’s staring right at Wei Wuxian.
“I meant the park!”
“I,” Lan Wangji says sagely, “did not.”
Wei Wuxian laughs, but puts his hands over his face. “You! You’re going to make me blush! You’re going to have to stop this.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes! No, of course I don’t. I don’t know!” Wei Wuxian spreads his fingers so he can look up at Lan Wangji, who is looking down at Wei Wuxian fondly. “We didn’t really talk, you know. About seeing each other, like this. Is it weird? Are you sure you want to date me?”
“Not weird. And yes I do.”
“You don’t think it might ruin our friendship? We’re good friends! If I mess this up, and you realize you don’t want to be with me, can we go back?”
“You won’t mess this up,” Lan Wangji says.
“Did you see last night? I’m very good at being a disaster.” He closes his fingers again. “And you might realize it.”
“I will realize no such thing. Wei Ying, I—”
When he trails off and doesn’t say anything else, Wei Wuxian drops his hands from his face to look up curiously. Lan Wangji shifts so that he’s laying on the blanket beside Wei Wuxian. He folds his hands on his chest and looks up at the clouds dotting the sky.
“What were you going to say?”
“I’m not sure how,” Lan Wangji says. He takes another moment, but Wei Wuxian gives him the time—he can recognise Lan Wangji putting together his thoughts. “What I do know is... we work. If we both want this, it will work.” Lan Wangji turns his head slightly to look at Wei Wuxian. “We both want this?”
“Yes,” Wei Wuxian says immediately. “Yes, I know I do.”
“Me too.” Lan Wangji looks back up at the sky. He looks relaxed and content and just... happy, to be here with Wei Wuxian looking up at the clouds.
“I think we need to make one promise to each other,” Wei Wuxian says.
“Only one?” Lan Wangji says, a slight teasing tilt to his voice.
“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Wei Wuxian allows. “But we need to start with this.”
“What is it?”
“We need to talk.”
“We talk all the time.” Lan Wangji pauses a moment. “I talk to you the most.”
“Yes, I know. And I love that,” Wei Wuxian says with a smile. He does. He loves that he’s the one Lan Wangji feels most comfortable with, that he’s willing to share parts of his life with Wei Wuxian he might not with others. “But what I mean is... about feelings. Good, bad. And I mean feelings about each other.” Lan Wangji’s head turns to face him again, eyebrows raised in question. “It took us much too long to get to this point. And I get it. It’s scary, and new, and... but if we’d only talked. Or if you had talked to me about this, I might have got my shit together sooner. We could have been like this sooner. Not that we’re even... what we’re going to be. Lan Zhan, we are going to be so good together—” Lan Wangji’s mouth softens into the most adorable little smile at this “—and I want that. But we need to make sure... we keep it that way.”
“With talking,” Lan Wangji says.
Lan Wangji nods. “I understand. I—it’s like what you said. Was worried about our friendship.” He presses his thigh against the side of Wei Wuxian’s, and Wei Wuxian could die from it. “Not worried anymore. I’ll be better.”
“Oh, Lan Zhan. You’re so good already. You’re the best.” Wei Wuxian sighs happily at the clouds.
“No, you are,” Lan Wangji says, sounding as serious as ever. “And I will make that promise. Will communicate the best I can. Just… continue to have patience with me.”
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian covers his face again, laughing with delight. He feels like he’s been doing that from the moment he saw Lan Wangji today. He doesn’t know what else to do. He doesn’t want to do anything other than that, always.
“The wooing is good?” Lan Wangji asks.
“You have no idea!”
“Maybe a little,” Lan Wangji says, going back to sounding smug. Wei Wuxian adores him and everything the two of them are going to be.
It’s relaxing and comfortable, laying under the beautiful blue sky with Lan Wangji. After a while, they get up and carry their belongings back to the car. But Lan Wangji isn’t ready to leave the park, apparently.
“Care to walk with me?” Lan Wangji asks.
“Through the romantic flower garden?” Wei Wuxian asks teasingly.
“If you’d like. Or the other paths. Through the wooded area.” Lan Wangji gestures to one side of the park. “Would be just as nice.”
“Okay, let’s go down one of those,” Wei Wuxian says, thinking Lan Wangji would prefer that.
It’s much cooler in the shade of the trees, especially since it’s approaching dusk and the sun has sunk low. They pick a path that won’t take too long, according to the little sign posted at the mouth of it, since they don’t have too much longer before they lose all the light.
But Wei Wuxian sees why Lan Wangji suggested this option. It’s quieter with less people grouped around looking at flowers. Just a wood-chipped path to walk along.
“This is nothing compared to the Cloud Recesses compound,” Wei Wuxian says teasingly. He bumps his shoulder against Lan Wangji’s. They’d been out to Lan Wangji’s family compound for a weekend just a few weeks before to visit, although thankfully Lan Wangji’s uncle, who does not like Wei Wuxian at all, had been away on business. The two of them had done a half-day hike that was exponentially more difficult and significantly longer than this little park path. “Are you not bored with this walk?”
“Of course not,” Lan Wangji says. “Just as good. Or could be, given the right conditions.”
“Really?” Wei Wuxian stops walking and raises a disbelieving eyebrow at Lan Wangji, who stops a couple feet ahead of him and turns back to look. “I would like to see you explain that one to me.”
Lan Wangji doesn’t explain, exactly. But he shows it by reaching out a hand to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian blinks at it, but then a smile grows across his face, big and happy.
He takes Lan Wangji’s hand, and Lan Wangji links their fingers together, tugging lightly so that Wei Wuxian falls into step beside him as they walk on while holding hands.
“See? Best walk I’ve been on,” Lan Wangji says mildly.
“You’re so smooth. Who would have thought, Lan Zhan, smooth talker,” Wei Wuxian says, delighted. He bumps his shoulder against Lan Wangji’s again, then thinks fuck it and kisses it instead. He laughs happily at the look on Lan Wangji’s face. “You know, we have gone on plenty of walks. And hikes. And bike rides.” Lan Wangji, while appearing calm and collected, is rather active and likes to keep fit. Wei Wuxian is happy to accompany him, though will complain loudly if it’s for anything that happens at sunrise. He continues his spiel, “And gone to coffee shops and to dinner and to the movies.”
He stops in place, and Lan Wangji, still holding his hand, stops next to him. Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side. “It’s hard to imagine this is our first date, when looking back at it, we’ve probably been on dozens.”
“Thirteen, I think,” Lan Wangji muses. “Maybe sixteen.”
A startled laugh bubbles out of Wei Wuxian. “What? You’ve kept count?”
“Not exactly,” Lan Wangji says, tugging on Wei Wuxian’s hand again to get them walking. “Thought about it earlier while preparing our food. The number of times you said—”
“Great, it’s a date,” Wei Wuxian mumbles. He complains, “This is going to haunt the whole of our relationship, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Lan Wangji says seriously.
“How do you even remember the number of times?”
“I might not have it exact,” Lan Wangji says. His head tilts down so that he’s looking at his shoes, or perhaps the gravel on the path right in front of them. “But I recall the first, and worked it out from there.”
“You remember the first?” Wei Wuxian can’t even remember it, and he’s the one who said it. Then again, apparently he says it frequently, and with many different people.
“I do. Was surprised, because I thought you meant it, and realized that I wanted to go on a date with you. But then I knew it wasn’t meant that way.”
Wei Wuxian looks at him in horror. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Lan Wangji shakes his head. “No, no. Don’t apologize. It—” He pauses for a moment, tilting his head to the side, thinking. “Helped me realize my true feelings for you.”
“And you counted every time after that that I didn’t mean it? Lan Zhan, I’ve been so horrible to you!”
“No, no,” Lan Wangji says again. “Knew you were being—a friend. Friendly. Never took it seriously after that.”
“Clearly, given that disaster last night,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. But then asks, “But how did you get to thirteen times. Or sixteen! I’m glad you didn’t take it too seriously, because then I seem like a tease! I would not play around with your feelings like that.”
Lan Wangji smiles, and it’s soft. “I know. Today, thought about—us. Our time together.” He squeezes Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Glad to have it like this now.”
“Me too.” Wei Wuxian squeezes his hand back. “I’m sorry you had to put up with that for so long! I will make it up to you the best I can.”
“You do not have to,” Lan Wangji says, shaking his head. “Just spend time with me, like this. That will be enough.”
“I will,” Wei Wuxian says solemnly, raising three fingers to his forehead. “I promise. I’ll treat Lan Zhan with all the adoration and respect he deserves.” He pauses for dramatic affect. “And let Lan Zhan spoil me, a little, if he is so inclined.”
Lan Wangji huffs, a little sound of laughter. “He is so inclined, if you let him.”
“See?” Wei Wuxian swings their clasped hands happily between them. “This is going to work. We’re going to be so good.”
They finish their short walk through on the path, holding hands the entire way. When they emerge, there’s an ice cream vendor who’s about to pack up for the night but happily serves them.
“Cutting into the budget,” Wei Wuxian teases as Lan Wangji passes over some money.
“Hm.” Lan Wangji takes the change—the little vendor isn’t set up to accept electronically—and puts it away into his pocket. “We’re good.”
“We are,” Wei Wuxian declares. “This is very sweet and lovely, and look, you didn’t even have to spoil me rotten.” He takes a little nibble from his ice cream. “Actually, yes you have, but differently. It’s so nice.”
“Wei Ying deserves it.”
“Even when Wei Ying is a brat who gives you challenges?”
“Even then,” Lan Wangji agrees amicably.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you didn’t deny that I’m a brat.”
“You said it,” Lan Wangji says mildly. But then he smiles, small and soft. “Wei Ying knows I wouldn’t think that of him.”
“You certainly have, and probably still should!” Wei Wuxian says, but he’s not serious. He is, in fact, melting at that sweet smile. He knows Lan Wangji wouldn’t think so poorly of him. Not any more.
“Nonsense,” Lan Wangji answers.
“You think the best of me,” Wei Wuxian says.
“There’s nothing else to think.”
“Ah, there you go again!” Wei Wuxian puts a hand over his face—or tries to, but Lan Wangji catches it in his own before he has the chance. Wei Wuxian only shakes his head. “Only you, only you would say such sweet things.”
“Always me,” Lan Wangji agrees. He squeezes Wei Wuxian’s hand, and then leads them towards the flower garden. The park is almost closed, but they take a quick look around while finishing their ice cream. Wei Wuxian doesn’t doubt that Lan Wangji wouldn’t want such a mess in his car, but he suspects it mostly because Lan Wangji is trying to stretch out every bit of sunlight they have on this date.
By the time they’re back at the car, the sun is almost gone but the night still feels early.
“And what do you have planned now?” Wei Wuxian asks. He hopes there’s more. He knows that Lan Wangji tends to turn in early, but over the years Wei Wuxian has been able to eek out more time on a weekend night. And tonight? He doesn’t want to leave Lan Wangji; he’d even be willing to give in on the bet if it meant they could spend more time together.
“Would you care to come back to my place?” Lan Wangji asks.
Pink flushes his ears even before Wei Wuxian says, “Lan Zhan! So forward!” It’s a tease, but it’s also not. He’s been to Lan Wangji’s plenty of times before, even crashed there for the night—even in the same bed as Lan Wangji. But they both know this is different.
“My brother is gone to the Cloud Recesses for the weekend,” Lan Wangji says. The pink spreads down his neck. “But it doesn’t have—I don’t mean—” He flounders a little, because as much as he’s been confident all this date, they are entering new territory. Wei Wuxian knows this. He knows it, and he wants nothing more than to kiss the hell out of Lan Wangji, but he doesn’t want to push him into anything.
“Let’s go to your place,” Wei Wuxian says, as gently as he can without seeming as if he’s placing any pressure on him. He certainly is not. He just wants this, wants more time. “We’ll see where it goes from there.”
“I’d like that.” Lan Wangji’’s shoulders relax the tiniest of bits, which means he was exceedingly nervous about this part of his plan.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t want that, so he just beams at Lan Wangji. “Me too.”
They get into Lan Wangji’s car, and Wei Wuxian chatters about the flowers they saw and the cute ducks on the pond, and it eases them into the next part of the evening.
The moment Wei Wuxian walks into the kitchen of the pristine apartment Lan Wangji shares with his brother, he spies the bottle of wine and empty stemless wine glass that sits on the granite countertop.
“Would you care for a drink?” Lan Wangji doesn’t even wait for an answer, but smoothly walks over to the counter. He takes the wine opener and with an efficiency Wei Wuxian would not expect from someone who’s barely drank in his life, uncorks the bottle.
The bottle of Emperor’s Smile.
“There is no way this fits into your budget,” Wei Wuxian says. He forces the words out of himself, because it’s Emperor’s Smile and it’s not like he’s going to turn it down.
“Doesn’t count.” Lan Wangji pours some into the glass and turns to hand it to Wei Wuxian. He smirks a little. “Already had it.”
Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Wangji and his brother, neither of whom drink, do keep a small selection of alcohol in their home for the times they’re entertaining certain guests. Wei Wuxian has long been told to stay out of that stash, and he does his best to comply—and if he really wants a drink, will bring his own along. He might even still have a couple beers in the back of their refrigerator here.
But he knows for a fact that there would not be something like Emperor’s Smile here. There just wouldn’t be.
Wei Wuxian squints his eyes suspiciously, but this does not stop him from taking the offered glass. “Why do you already have it?”
“It’s Wei Ying’s favourite.”
This is true. Wei Wuxian does love Emperor’s Smile, but he doesn’t have it nearly as often as he used to when he was younger and had more access to Jiang funds. It is way too out of his price range now to just casually buy, though he sometimes does get to partake if he’s invited to a function and there’s free booze. That doesn’t happen very often.
“It is my favourite.” Wei Wuxian takes a slow sip, savoring it in a way he didn’t use to. He sighs contentedly. Then his eyes fly open and they squint suspiciously again. “But that doesn’t explain why you have it.”
“Lan Zhan, are you being coy?” He takes another small sip, then wags a finger at Lan Wangji. “You are not one that I expected to act as such.”
“Aren’t I?” It’s said as coyly as he imagines Lan Wangji has ever sounded, which is nothing in comparison to himself, but it is still so amusing.
Wei Wuxian laughs. “Oh, Lan Zhan. You’re my favourite.”
The corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth tilts slightly in a smile. Then he gestures to the glass in Wei Wuxian’s hand, and answers more seriously. “You said recently you wanted nothing more than a bottle of Emperor’s Smile for your birthday.”
Wei Wuxian blinks at him. He remembers saying that, one night when they were having drinks with their friends at a bar. Well, Wei Wuxian was having drinks, Lan Wangji was having a mocktail, bright pink with an umbrella because Wei Wuxian thought it was hilarious to see the esteemed Lan Wangji drinking one, and Lan Wangji calmly went along with it because he is the best. And Wei Wuxian, who did not drink nearly as often as he once did, had waxed on about the amazingness of Emperor’s Smile over his cheap yet still delicious drink.
“My birthday isn’t for months,” Wei Wuxian says.
Lan Wangji just looks at him. “But you wanted it.” He frowns down at the bottle. “I may have ruined the surprise.”
Laughter bubbles out of Wei Wuxian, but it’s pleased laughter. “Maybe just a little. But nonetheless—” he puts his hand over his heart “—I appreciate the thoughtfulness.” He takes another sip. “And the alcohol. This is just so good.” He looks at Lan Wangji, who’s watching him with satisfaction. “Aren’t you going to have any?”
Lan Wangji shakes his head. “No. It is best for this date if I—do not.”
Wei Wuxian grins, good-humouredly. He’s only seen Lan Wangji drunk twice, and those were the only times Lan Wangji has ever drank. “I think that’s the smart choice. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.” Then he nods. “I would also like you to stay awake. You’re an entertaining drunk, until you are not.”
“From my experience, that’s true for anyone drinking,” Lan Wangji says dryly.
Wei Wuxian laughs. “You speak so many truths, Lan Zhan.”
“Hm.” He corks the bottle and pushes it back on the counter. He comes to stand next to Wei Wuxian, both with a hip against the counter, facing each other.
Wei Wuxian keeps his gaze locked on Lan Wangji as he drains the last bit of wine. He puts the glass down on the counter, and then smiles at Lan Wangji.
“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian starts. “For this date. For going on a date with me.”
“No need to thank me,” Lan Wangji says. “It was my pleasure.”
“Oh, we haven’t got to the pleasure part yet, have we?” Wei Wuxian says with a wink. But he softens his tone a little. “In keeping with our promise to communicate, I just have to say—I like you, Lan Zhan. I like you so much.”
“I like you too, Wei Ying.”
“I mean, I have loved you for years. Like I love all my friends,” Wei Wuxian says, letting the words rush out before he gets too nervous. “Wen Ning and Wen Qing and Nei Huaisang. My siblings, although of course that’s a different kind of love. And you’re my best friend. Of course I love you. But now I like you. Like, really, really like you.” He beams at Lan Wangji. He is probably, definitely, well on his way to being in love with his Lan Zhan, or already there, really, but he doesn’t want to scare him away on their first date. This might be a bit of an overload of emotion for Lan Wangji, so he’s just going to say one more thing, put it all out there. “Lan Zhan, I’m happy we’re doing this. I really am.”
“I am too.” Lan Wangji stands even closer, and puts a confident hand on Wei Wuxian’s hip. He looks him right in the eyes. “For the sake of keeping our promise, would like to say something.”
“Of course, of course, Lan Zhan. Anything!”
“Would very much like,” Lan Zhan says, so very seriously, “to kiss Wei Ying.”
“For the sake of two-way communication,” Wei Wuxian says, “fuck yes, do that right the hell now, Lan Zhan.”
Lan Zhan huffs amused laughter. But he puts his other hand on Wei Wuxian’s other hip and pushes him against the counter as he steps fully into Wei Wuxian’s space. He presses his lips against Wei Wuxian’s, and Wei Wuxian could just swoon from the perfection of it. They’ve never kissed before, but if all their kisses feel like this, he knows every single one will be amazing.
Lan Zhan doesn’t hesitate in their kiss, but he’s gentle as he presses his lips against Wei Wuxian’s. Wei Wuxian moans from the deliciousness of it, then tilts his head and parts his lips just a little. Lan Zhan reads it so right, and his tongue starts exploring into Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
It’s so fucking good.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t know how long they stand in the kitchen, Lan Wangji’s hips pinning Wei Wuxian’s against the counter, the edge of it pressing into Wei Wuxian’s back. Wei Wuxian’s arms slip around Lan Wangji’s neck, to hold him close, keep him in place, never to let him go.
Lan Wangji breaks their kiss, for air, but his lips slide down a little, pecking soft kisses against Wei Wuxian’s cheek, his jawline. Wei Wuxian tilts his head back, and Lan Wangji immediately latches onto his neck, sucking softly.
“Mh, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, voice as breathless as it’s ever been. “So good, so good. I knew you’d be good at this.”
“Hm. Easy with Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji noses against Wei Wuxian’s neck, and then scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin. Wei Wuxian hisses, and Lan Wangji licks in soft apology.
“Hm. You did so good on this date.” Wei Wuxian cards his fingers through Lan Wangji’s hair.
“Not done yet,” Lan Wangji says. One of his hands slips under Wei Wuxian’s shirt. He shivers at the skin against skin.
“No, no you are not. But to think, all you had to pay for was some ice cream. So impressive, Lan Zhan, so impressive.” Wei Wuxian feels as Lan Wangji goes still in his arms. Not that something was wrong, but still in that way when he’s trying to put his thoughts into words. “Lan Zhan?”
Lan Wangji pulls away just enough to look Wei Wuxian in the eyes. He’s flushed and his lips are plush and pink from kisses. Wei Wuxian can’t help it, he leans forward to nip lightly, and Lan Wangji presses a kiss to his lips before pulling away again.
“I bought more than ice cream,” he says. “But I’m still within the restrictions.”
Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. “What else did you have to buy?”
“Condoms,” Lan Wangji says, and although his face is pink, it’s straightforward and without any embarrassment.
Wei Wuxian gapes at him, and then smiles slyly. “Not lube? Pretty necessary.”
“Had plenty,” Lan Wangji says immediately. Was he trying to kill Wei Wuxian? Not yet, apparently, but nearly does with his next words. “Think of Wei Ying often.”
“Oh my god.” Wei Wuxian both launches himself at Lan Wangji, and pulls him closer at the same time. Lan Wangji goes with it easily, and the next Wei Wuxian knows, he’s in Lan Wangji’s arms with his legs wrapped around Lan Wangji’s waist. “Take me to your room, Lan Zhan. Now.”
“Yes, yes,” Lan Wangji says, gripping Wei Wuxian’s ass firmly, holding him up.
Wei Wuxian kisses him again, and Lan Wangji melts into it, even as he tries to carry him to the bedroom. Wei Wuxian pulls his lips away suddenly, and Lan Wangji’s steps stutter before he stops completely.
“Wei Ying?” he asks, breathless. Oh, how Wei Wuxian likes the sound of his voice like this.
“Lan Zhan. This is only our first date.” He puts his hands on Lan Wangji’s shoulders. He gives big, wide eyes but tries to sound as coy as possible. “What kind of man would I be if I put out on the first date?”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says seriously, “this is our sixteenth date.”
Wei Wuxian laughs. This man is amazing. “Thirteenth, at the very most,” he says with a wink. “Too soon?”
Lan Wangji makes a small noise in the back of his throat, as close to a growl as Wei Wuxian has ever heard from him. It’s so sexy. Then he’s cheeky and literally pinches Wei Wuxian’s ass, causing him to yelp. Lan Wangji looks so pleased with himself that Wei Wuxian laughs all the way to the bedroom, peppering kisses across Lan Wangji’s nose and cheeks and forehead and lips as he does.
Wei Wuxian had been mistaken. He and Lan Wangji aren’t good together.
They’re fucking amazing.
After coming for a second time, Wei Wuxian lies limply on the bed, limbs starfished out. He feels like he’s going to melt from how satisfied he is, and they haven’t even truly fucked yet. Not like that, anyway, not with all of Lan Wangji’s preparedness, but Wei Wuxian has never felt so elated and happy and horny in his life.
Lan Wangji is supposed to be in charge of clean up, but instead of getting out of bed to get a cloth like Wei Wuxian whined about, he’s kissing and licking down Wei Wuxian’s chest and stomach instead, the splatters of their mixed come painted across his skin being lapped up.
“Does that even taste good?” Wei Wuxian asks. He’s curious. He hasn’t had his mouth on Lan Wangji’s dick yet. They had got each other off once before they even got into bed, Wei Wuxian pushed up against the back of the bedroom door, Lan Wangji’s big, fit body pinning him in place. They’d ended up without shirts, but the press of skin against skin, chest against chest and hands absolutely everywhere, had been enough. They’d ended up rubbing against each other and coming in their pants.
Literally the hottest moment of Wei Wuxian’s life. Absolutely.
Until they did make it to the bed, naked. After a lot more kissing and touching, and a healthy dollop of his lube, Lan Wangji had taken both their cocks in his big hand and jerked them off. They’d been a mess, shuddering and breathless and moaning against the kisses they pressed against each other’s mouths, while they’d come between their bodies.
And then that had been the hottest moment of Wei Wuxian’s life.
He suspects that each and every one of those moments is going to pile on to the ‘hottest moment’ list, and he cannot wait.
Wei Wuxian tugs lightly on Lan Wangji’s hair. He gets a quick scowl for his efforts, but then Lan Wangji’s tongue starts laving at his navel again. “What? You didn’t answer me.”
As quick as lightning, two of Lan Wangji’s fingers swipe through the mess and then press against Wei Wuxian’s lips. Wei Wuxian takes them into his mouth and sucks lightly, tasting the saltiness there. “Hmmm,” he hums around Lan Wangji. Not his favourite, but it could certainly be an acquired taste. He’s just going to have to taste it again, and maybe from the direct source.
He laughs softly at himself for that one.
When he glances down, he sees Lan Wangji staring up at him. At where his fingers are in Wei Wuxian’s mouth. Wei Wuxian swirls his tongue around, and then hollows his cheeks, sucking more diligently. Lan Wangji’s pupils go wider.
Wei Wuxian pulls back so that Lan Wangji’s fingers pop out of his mouth, and he smiles widely. “Lan Zhan! Shameless! I know where your dirty mind just went. And believe me, it’s going to happen. I want to do that next. I want to suck your huge—”
Lan Wangji surges up the bed, and presses his mouth against Wei Wuxian’s. Wei Wuxian laughs against his lips, but relents and kisses him back. “Would you like that, Lan Zhan? I bet you would.”
“Anything,” Lan Wangji says. “Would like anything you’d like.”
“We don’t actually know that,” Wei Wuxian says. This had been the first time either of them had gone this far. With anyone. Ever. Not even with Wei Wuxian being a flirt, at times, but that was it! Nothing beyond flirting! And Lan Zhan might not have known, before, but believes Wei Wuxian when he confesses he’s never done anything more. He just wasn’t interested in anyone, not like that, until he realized he wanted Lan Zhan.
He’s pretty sure that confession goes onto Lan Zhan’s list of hottest moments, if his bewildered and blushing reaction is anything to go by. But they are both thrilled they got to be each other’s first.
It is perfect.
“Practice makes perfect,” Lan Wangji mutters. He’s tucked his face against Wei Wuxian’s neck, as if giving up completely on the sticky mess between them. Which, fair. He’s probably wrung out from his own orgasms, and it’s way past his bedtime.
“This is true,” Wei Wuxian says agreeably, running his fingers through the hair at the nape of Lan Wangji’s neck. “I know what a perfectionist you are. And I’m a competitive asshole, when I want to be. We’re just going to have to keep at it, aren’t we?”
“Hmm.” Lan Wangji rolls onto his back, folding his hands on his chest. Typical cloud-watching, sleep position.
“Lan Zhan! You are going to be so mad if we fall asleep so sticky and gross.”
“Hm, no,” is the sleepy reply.
“You say that now,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. “Fine, I’ll be the responsible one and go get a cloth.”
“In the bedside drawer,” Lan Wangji says. “Wet wipes.”
“Wait. What?” Wei Wuxian takes it as permission to shift through the drawer in the nightstand, the one Lan Wangji had produced the lube from. Low and behold, there is a little packet of wet wipes, more lube, a toy, and the unopened condoms.
“Lan Zhan. This is—” hot, so hot, he keeps supplies for playing with himself and now Wei Wuxian is going to have to die— “I don’t even know what to think right now.”
“Think about you often,” Lan Wangji says.
“I’m going to die,” Wei Wuxian says aloud. “Literally, I will die.”
“Stay with me,” Lan Wangji says.
“Always, always. Let me clean you up first,” Wei Wuxian says. He makes quick work of cleaning them both up, and he’s both surprised and incredibly fond over the fact Lan Wangji just lies still and lets him do such a task.
Then again, he might be asleep already.
Wei Wuxian tosses the wipes across the room to the trash can, misses completely, and leaves it as it. Because instead of getting out of bed, he arranges the covers over them, and then curls into Lan Wangji’s side. Lan Wangji must be with it at least a little, because he shifts around to accommodate it, and puts his arms around Wei Wuxian, holding him close.
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian whispers.
“We didn’t use the condoms you specifically bought for tonight.” He wonders if they should have a talk about that, since both of them are so new to—all of this. Probably not the best time to bring it up. Still, Wei Wuxian has to try very hard to keep from giggling at the small frown that creases Lan Wangji’s forehead.
“Next date,” Lan Wangji mumbles, and then nods to himself as though it’s a perfect decision to have made. All without opening his eyes.
“And it won’t even have to come out of your budget!” Wei Wuxian does laugh at this.
“Already have them,” Lan Wangji agrees. “Wei Ying?”
“Sleep now. Talk condoms later.”
Wei Wuxian snorts, but he cuddles closer, if that was even human possibly. Lan Wangji pulls him in tight, so apparently it was.
“Okay, okay. For you, anything. ‘Night, Lan Zhan.”
“‘Night, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, and presses a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead.
They really are fucking amazing together, Wei Wuxian thinks happily as he feels Lan Wangji’s breath even out, a simple lullaby that Wei Wuxian can drift asleep to.
Wei Wuxian is not often an early riser, especially on a weekend when he’s not expected anywhere. But he wakes up naturally, a pair of strong arms around him and fingers lightly combing through his hair.
He blinks open his eyes and finds himself staring into Lan Wangji’s gorgeous face. Lan Wangji is wide awake, but he looks soft and comfortable.
“Good morning,” Lan Wangji says quietly, but he sounds so fond.
“Morning.” Wei Wuxian stretches, arching his back, but immediately curls into Lan Wangji’s embrace. “What time is it?”
“Just after nine.”
“You must’ve been awake for hours,” Wei Wuxian mumbles. He kisses the bare skin of Lan Wangji’s chest. Lan Wangji hums in agreement, chest vibrating under Wei Wuxian’s cheek, but doesn’t comment further.
“Question for you,” he asks instead.
Wei Wuxian tilts his head up. “Yes?”
“How long after a first date—”
“Sixteenth,” Wei Wuxian says. “Or is it thirteen?”
Lan Wangji smiles again, faint, barely there, but all for Wei Wuxian. “How long until we're boyfriends?”
“First date, sixteenth, who cares? I think this moment right now is the perfect time to say so.”
“Hm, me too.”
“Boyfriend,” Wei Wuxian says, rolling the word around on his tongue. He likes it, no, loves it. He grins up at Lan Wangji. “Good morning, boyfriend.”
“Good morning, boyfriend,” Lan Wangji echoes with a small, but incredibly pleased smile. He is adorable.
“Now that the first date—”
“Sixteenth,” Lan Wangji corrects.
“Now that restrictions are over,” Wei Wuxian amends. “How about treating your boyfriend to breakfast?”
“I’d like that.” Lan Wangji presses a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. “Although, if you’re not in too much of a hurry.” His eyes linger over to the bedside table, where the unopened box of condoms sits next to the very much opened bottle of lube.
“Lan Zhan! Are you saying you’d like to keep me in bed even longer?”
“Hmm,” Lan Zhan hums. “Yes.”
“Great,” Wei Wuxian says, happier than ever, “it’s a date.”