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„Goddamnit Lan Zhan, if I had known the weather would turn this sour, I would never have dragged you out there in the first place!”
It’s February, still cold, but the last remnants of snow are being turned into slush by the nonetheless freezing rain.
“It’s alright,” Lan Wangji says, peeling off his soaked coat. “I wanted to go, and I did enjoy myself. Greatly.”
They had not been able to celebrate Lan Wangji’s eighteenth birthday on its exact date, so Wei Wuxian had treated him to a surprise dinner a few days later, at their favourite restaurant. It had been perfect until they walked home to Lan Wangji’s place, and the wind and the rain killed both of their umbrellas and drenched them to the bone.
“You should go and shower, I don’t want you to catch a cold,” Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian while he’s toeing off his shoes. They squelch uncomfortably as he removes them.
Wei Wuxian scrunches his nose. “Aiyo Lan Zhan. I’m from Yunmeng, I’m used to water! Besides, what about you? You could get sick too! I wouldn’t want that.”
Lan Wangji stares at Wei Wuxian and forms his mouth into a pout. “Does that mean Wei Ying would not like to take care of me while I’m sick…?”
“I-I didn’t say that!” Wei Wuxian splutters. “I just – DON’T YOU DARE BEING SO SMUG!”
Lan Wangji can barely hide a grin. He takes Wei Wuxian’s hand and kisses his cold fingers.
Wei Wuxian opens and closes his mouth, like a fish, before playfully whacking Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “You menace,” he mutters. “I am corrupting you, am I not?”
“Only in the best way,” Lan Wangji replies. He feels miserable in his wet clothes. He notices that Wei Wuxian is shivering. He must be really cold then, too.
A thought crosses his mind.
“Wei Ying…you trust me, do you not?”
Wei Wuxian looks at him. “Hm? Of course I do. Why do you ask?”
“We are both freezing and uncomfortable,” Lan Wangji says. He has to fight the urge to fidget with the hem of his sweater. He knows his ears are reddening. “Instead of one of us having to wait…what if we…shared the shower? It is large enough to fit two people.”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen for just a second. Then, a lovely blush colours his cheeks.
“Yeah, I’m actually really cold,” he admits. “That way we both will be warm in no time. It seems like a good idea.”
Lan Wangji nods. “Uncle won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon, so you won’t need to be concerned about him.”
Wei Wuxian knows this. He did pick a weekend on which Lan Qiren is away to take Lan Wangji out on his birthday date on purpose. He wants to be able to cuddle and kiss him in peace, after all, thank you very much.
They make their way to the bathroom without dripping too much. Once there, the awkwardness of the situation hits them.
They have previously undressed in front of each other, yes. They’ve seen each other shirtless, and there might have been the one or the other hand slipping under one’s shirt to explore in the heat of the moment, but never more than that.
Now they’re about to be completely naked. Which shouldn’t be awkward – being naked in front of one’s partner is nothing to be ashamed of, and still –
Lan Wangji is the first one to have peeled off all his wet clothes. He lets them fall into the sink, wrings them out, and hangs them over the radiator.
“We’ll run them through the dryer later,” he says before stepping into the shower stall and getting the water started.
His back is turned to Wei Wuxian. It’s the first time he notices that Lan Wangji’s hair begins to curl when it’s getting wet. Wei Wuxian tears his eyes off the sight and undresses before wringing out his clothes and hanging them to dry next to Lan Wangji’s.
He likes the way their clothes look, hanging next to each other.
Wei Wuxian swallows, then steps into the shower stall too. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous – they’re just taking a shower to warm themselves up, that’s all! – but he can’t help it. He can’t help the chuckle that’s forming in his throat, and so he laughs, short and melodiously.
Lan Wangji inclines his head, but Wei Wuxian’s laughter seems to be contagious because he lets out the tiniest of chuckles too.
And just like that, most of the awkwardness seems to be gone.
They stand in the shower, eyes closed, the warm water raining down on them until they can feel the warmth settling back into their bones, holding each other’s hand while doing so.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says softly.
“Hmm?”
“I always wanted – I – may I wash your hair?”
Wei Wuxian opens his eyes. Lan Wangji isn’t looking at him; his ears are flushed again. He is so beautiful like that , Wei Wuxian thinks.
“Of course you may,” he says and turns around.
He closes his eyes again and waits for Lan Wangji to lather up his hair with shampoo. A cloud of orange blossom and sandalwood envelops him – Lan Wangji’s scent. The idea that his own hair will now smell like Lan Wangji sends a shiver down Wei Wuxian’s spine.
Lan Wangji’s fingers are thorough but gentle. If Wei Wuxian was a cat, he would be purring his heart out. He leans back into the touch while Lan Wangji massages his scalp and works the product into the length of his hair.
“Good?” Lan Wangji asks.
“Mmmhmm,” Wei Wuxian makes, content.
After rinsing out his hair, Lan Wangji repeats the same process with the conditioner. Wei Wuxian thinks it’s unnecessary; at the same time, he wonders if his hair will feel just as soft as Lan Wangji’s when it’s dry.
“Let me do your hair while we let that stuff work its magic,” Wei Wuxian suggests.
Lan Wangji nods and turns around for him. Wei Wuxian is sure he’s not as good at giving proper scalp massages, but Lan Wangji seems to be enjoying it just as much as he did.
Wei Wuxian chuckles again. “You look like a cloud with all that foam on your head,” he comments.
Lan Wangji scoops up a bit of the sudsy foam with his finger, turns around, and smears it onto the tip of Wei Wuxian’s nose, who promptly goes cross-eyed for a split second.
They both laugh at that.
Wei Wuxian has noticed that Lan Wangji laughs more often these days. It doesn’t seem forced; he just seems much more relaxed. Wei Wuxian loves Lan Wangji’s laugh, deep and velvety. He could listen to it for hours.
They rinse out their hair and soap themselves up.
Wei Wuxian tries not to look too much at Lan Wangji. He’s gorgeous, but a part of Wei Wuxian, shameless as he may be, would still feel embarrassed if he was caught openly ogling Lan Wangji’s naked body.
It doesn’t escape him that Lan Wangji keeps on stealing shy glances at him while they rinse off. It’s only natural, he supposes, to be curious about each other.
“You…you can look,” he says quietly. “I don’t mind.”
Lan Wangji fully turns to look at him, then. His gaze is full of admiration.
“Wei Ying is beautiful,” he concludes.
Wei Wuxian lets out a squeal and hides his face in the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck.
“Lan Zhaaaaaaaaaan,” he whines. “What did I say about complimenting me without warning me beforehand?”
Then, he shyly adds: “You’re beautiful, too. Really.” He places a kiss onto Lan Wangji’s shoulder.
Lan Wangji hums and draws Wei Wuxian close. They hold each other for a while, surrounded by steam, the water drumming down onto the tiled floor as their own personal background music.
Lan Wangji kisses Wei Wuxian’s forehead, then his nose, then his lips. Wei Wuxian melts into it.
Before he and Lan Wangji had kissed for the first time, Wei Wuxian had never paid much attention to the idea of long kissing sessions. He loved the idea of it, thought it to be romantic, but every time he saw couples engrossed in kissing, he thought it looked slightly uncomfortable.
Now he cannot get enough of Lan Wangji’s kisses, and so he puts his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck to draw him even closer. They’re chest to chest; Wei Wuxian briefly wonders if one could even fit a sheet of paper in between them. He doesn’t mind it; like that, he can feel Lan Wangji’s heartbeat echoing his own.
Their kisses deepen. and their tongues become more daring. Wei Wuxian feels dizzy with the sensation. Soon enough, Lan Wangji moves his lips from Wei Wuxian’s mouth to the soft skin of his neck. He presses a few feathery kisses to it before lightly working at the tendon with his teeth.
Wei Wuxian lets out a soft moan. He knows that Lan Wangji loves to do this, loved it from the very moment they discovered more or less by accident that Wei Wuxian was really into Lan Wangji gently biting his throat. Enough to feel the sting of it, but not hard enough to be really painful.
Wei Wuxian slides his fingers into Lan Wangji’s hair and tugs ever so slightly. Lan Wangji lets out a strangled sound and bites the tiniest bit harder.
With a soft thud , Wei Wuxian’s back hits the wall of the shower. The tiles are still warm from the water and the steam. Lan Wangji kisses him again, and he reciprocates, hungry in a way that is familiar and yet new.
He lets go of Lan Wangji’s lips, and just based on pure instinct, leans forward and takes Lan Wangji’s earlobe between his lips. His hands wander over Lan Wangji’s shoulder, down to the wide expanse of his chest.
They have touched each other like that before, but not much came of it, always too shy to take things a step further, always content with what they had, with the knowledge that they have as much time as they want.
Now, in this shower, under the warm water still raining down on them, it feels like the most natural thing to keep going. Lan Wangji leans into Wei Wuxian’s touch like a parched man who’s being led to a river. His own left hand cups Wei Wuxian’s neck while the other one roams down the side of Wei Wuxian's body. Their skin is tingling with anticipation, their fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they wander.
Wei Wuxian dots kisses along Lan Wangji’s jawline before kissing him again. Lan Wangji moans into it and takes Wei Wuxian’s lower lip between his lips to gently nibble on it.
The sensation is so pleasant to Wei Wuxian that he can’t help but to jerk his hips, and – oh .
Somehow the fact that they’re both stark naked, pressed against each other, had slipped his mind.
He’s marginally aware that he’s hard, but yeah, okay, Lan Wangji seems to be just as hard , by the feeling of it. He looks at Lan Wangji, wide-eyed, unsure what to do next.
Lan Wangji mirrors his expression. Then, painfully slowly, he moves his own hips against Wei Wuxian, effectively dragging their erections against each other.
Wei Wuxian gasps.
“Is…is this okay?” Lan Wangji asks, barely audible. The redness extends from his ears to his cheeks and right onto his chest. He looks adorable, Wei Wuxian thinks, and so hot.
He doesn’t even need to think twice. Somehow, deep in his gut, he knows it’s right, this time.
“Uh-huh,” he says, and nods for emphasis. “Yeah, yeah, that’s – okay. Very much okay.”
Lan Wangji kisses him once more, sweetly and softly this time, before he starts moving again.
Wei Wuxian had no idea that sex could feel like this. Sure, he’s touched himself and enjoyed it, very much so, and he’s thought about what it would feel like to touch Lan Wangji in such a way, to bring him pleasure, and to receive pleasure from his touch alike.
This right here goes far beyond his expectations.
It feels foreign like all things feel that one experiences for the first time, but it also feels so good that Wei Wuxian cannot help but let a sigh escape his lips.
Lan Wangji moves slowly, steadily. His breath comes faster. If Wei Wuxian wasn’t so sure that this was the first time for both of them, he’d swear Lan Wangji was an expert, that’s how good it feels to him. He joins in, moving his hips alongside Lan Wangji. It takes them a few tries to find a rhythm, but once they find it, it’s heaven.
Wei Wuxian thanks the gods that Lan Qiren isn’t home. He has no idea how to keep quiet, alternating between soft gasps and semi-loud moans. They pick up speed, and Lan Wangji takes Wei Wuxian’s hands, laces their fingers together, and presses them against the wall, effectively pinning Wei Wuxian between the tiles and Lan Wangji’s own body. They’re both leaking, making everything more slippery, the glide between their bodies easier and seamless.
Wei Wuxian loves it.
Lan Wangji leans his forehead against Wei Wuxian’s as they both keep on moving. For a brief moment, they lock eyes, and the world falls away.
Lan Wangji’s eyes are a rich amber; his pupils are blown wide. There’s a fire in them, and hunger, but underneath it all Wei Wuxian finds tenderness and adoration, more than he could have ever imagined being possible, and it takes his breath away. He feels like he might cry from how his heart swells with love for this wonderful boy, who is growing into the loveliest man.
Lan Wangji must find the same in Wei Wuxian’s eyes because they both still their motions and Lan Wangji gently nuzzles their noses together.
“My Wei Ying,” he whispers, “oh how I love you.”
Wei Wuxian actually has to bite back a sob. “Lan Zhan, my Lan Zhan,” he says. He’s aware of how cheesy he sounds, but he doesn’t give a damn. “Please kiss me, my love.”
Lan Wangji kisses him, gently, then with more fervour. They start moving again. Wei Wuxian can feel tension build up in his lower abdomen, and he knows he won’t last very long. Lan Wangji picks up speed, and to his surprise, it’s actually also Lan Wangji who finishes first, face flushed, eyes closed, and red-kissed mouth opened on an almost inaudible moan.
It’s enough to bring Wei Wuxian over the edge, too, and the intensity of it takes him by surprise. He feels his mind go numb, he feels helpless but in the most pleasant way ever. Then he spills, and his body slumps against Lan Wangji’s.
After he catches his breath, Wei Wuxian laughs again.
It’s a quiet laugh, this time. He doesn’t even know why he’s laughing, but it feels good and right. He’s happy. He’s content.
He’s in love, and he’s being loved.
Lan Wangji kisses his temple.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“Yes,” Wei Wuxian replies. “You?”
Lan Wangji nods and kisses him again, slow and sweetly.
They wash a second time. They help each other towel off and dress for the night. They crawl into Lan Wangji’s bed, with Wei Wuxian’s head pillowed in the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck.
“I know you said it was okay,” Lan Wangji begins, a certain shyness to his voice, “but…was it really?”
Wei Wuxian looks up at him. “Okay, as in…was I okay with it happening? Or okay as in, was it actually good?”
Lan Wangji blushes.
“That would be a definite Yes to both,” Wei Wuxian says. “I…really enjoyed it. More than I imagined I would. What about you? Was it…okay for you, too?”
Lan Wangji nods. “Better than I could have ever dreamed of,” he replies, kissing the bridge of Wei Wuxian’s nose. “Are you sure that was your first time?”
Wei Wuxian laughs at that. “I was about to ask you the same thing! Maybe it wasn’t even that good, by expert standards, and we’re just so blown away because we have no way to compare.”
“Maybe,” Lan Wangji muses. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was wonderful, sharing this with you. Thank you.”
Wei Wuxian doesn’t even know what to reply to this, so he simply cups Lan Wangji’s face and kisses him.
“I love you so,” he whispers, as he feels his eyes slip closed.
Lan Wangji cradles him in his arms, and not long after, they’re both fast asleep.