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"Alright, go and get started. I'll be back when your work time is over, so if you have any questions we'll answer them afterwards." With that, their teacher gets up from her chair and leaves the room, the door closing with a cut-off click.
Nie Huaisang is tired.
It's been five hours already, and they still have another three to go. His ears hurt where his headset is resting, his eyes can't stay focused on his laptop screen any longer. This online-school-zoom-call-thing is really exhausting, in his opinion.
Their teacher, a nice woman in her mid-thirties, has given them a rough fifteen minutes to work on the assignments she has told them to do. They may turn off their cameras for that time, saying that it's on them if they use the time otherwise and fail to finish their work - which would result in an easy F for lack of participation - so, obviously, the second she got up from her chair, Nie Huaisang threw his headset down onto his desk and went to get himself more coffee.
He's on his third cup now. If this keeps going he's sure to die of a caffeine overdose soon.
He sighs.
His brother is very strict when it comes to Huaisang's education. He always makes sure he finishes his tasks on time and studies for future tests early enough to not start cramming the night before. He wants his little brother to graduate well, wants him to be able to choose his future job freely. Huaisang is grateful, to a certain degree; that doesn't mean the assignments get any easier, though. And letting Wei Wuxian do his work for him everytime in exchange for a favor or two can only get him this far.
He sips his coffee, mindlessly scrolling through social media for a while. Mingjue checks in for a second, and Huaisang waves him off by saying that they're all on break right now. Mingjue leaves at that, and Huaisang grins. His brother's boyfriend really softened him, that Huan-ge. He'll have to send him a gift basket soon.
Time goes by, and soon there's only about ten minutes left until their "free time" is over. Huaisang puts his dirty cup into the sink - his brother is sure to give him shit for that later - and goes to the bathroom to freshen up a little before slinking into his chair again.
He's halfway there already, hand reaching for the door handle, when he hears it.
A loud, resounding moan.
He freaks out for a second - and turns around on the spot, racing back to the living room where he has set up his laptop, thinking that he may have left open some old tabs and Mingjue went to quickly look something up on it, and now he has found out about his dirty porn preferences-
But the room is empty, Zoom still the only thing visible on his laptop, with all of the students' cameras and microphones turned off.
Huaisang frowns. He can't have imagined it, the sound was too loud for that.
He quickly checks his browser history, just to make sure he deleted it the last time. Which he very much did, thank you, Huaisang of the past. So what-
It sounds again. Louder, this time, and Huaisang suddenly has a... feeling.
He switches back to their Zoom meeting, keeping a good eye on the different participants, and- yep, there it is. That telltale green frame around the name tag of one, signalling them talking, or, in this case, making noise in general.
Huaisang can't believe his eyes; or his ears, for that matter.
Wei Ying forgot to mute himself before they started their work time, and now he can be heard moaning. Loud and clear.
Is he... jerking off? Ten minutes before their teacher returns? Does he want to get suspended?
Huaisang is already reaching for his phone, trying to text or maybe call Wei Ying to warn him, to tell him to at least mute himself. Before he can unlock it, the sheer amount of messages flooding their friend group's chat stop him in his tracks. It is obvious that he is not the only one hearing his best friend's noises, judging by the spamming everybody is doing.
qing-jie WEI WUXIAN?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!
mianmian oh my god is he doing what i think hes doing
qing-jie HE IS AND HE BETTER STOP RIGHT NOW!!!
mianmian cant someone call him or something
wen ning baby i already tried, looks like his phone is dead again
qing-jie this is ridiculous. how the fuck are we supposed to tell him, teacher's gonna be back in like two minutes
Huaisang starts laughing. This really is utterly ridiculous. Wei Ying must have been really desperate to try and jerk off before their teacher returns, and if he doesn't realize soon, he's going to be in some very real, very serious trouble.
Oh man. Imagine being suspended for "indecent behavior during a pandemic related online video conference". How do you even explain that to your parents? You probably simply wouldn't at all.
me try calling him one more time, we have to tell him somehow
wen ning baby alright, give me a second
They all wait for Wei Ying to pick up his phone, to finally mute himself, anything at all, but nothing happens. Another minute passes, and the noises only get louder. Huaisang flushes at the intensity of them; Fucking hell, is he right next to the microphone or what?
He's about to try calling his best friend himself, when Wei Ying actually starts talking.
"Nnh... oh, fuck, feels so good... shit..."
This is not happening. This is simply not happening, it's too surreal.
Their group chat freaks out again.
qing-jie now he's talking???
a-cheng <3 SOMEONE TELL HIM TO SHUT UP OH MY GOD
Huaisang can't deal with this anymore. This is by far the funniest thing that's ever happened before, and he can't let this chance pass by. He switches from his messages to his camera, hitting record at lightning speed. Oh, he's going to tease Wei Ying with this for years to come.
"Fuck, yes, you feel so fucking good...!"
The messages keep showing up at the top of his phone screen, and since he's recording he can't reply himself - but his friends have the same thought as him, it seems.
mianmian is he with someone???
qing-jie oh he definitely is
a-cheng <3 THIS IS GETTING WORSE BY THE SECOND!!!! STOP IT YOU FUCKING IDIOT I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!!!!
Huaisang is crying. Sure, it may come as a surprise that Wei Ying seems to have a girlfriend, despite him claiming otherwise for years, but he can confront his best friend about that later. Right now, he's got more important things to do, like trying to hold his phone steady through his incessant laughter, for example.
But it does get Huaisang thinking, though. If Wei Ying, whom everybody thought to be a hopeless virgin - despite his own claims - actually is seeing people on the side, then what will Lan Zhan do? Lan Zhan, who's had the fattest crush on Wei Ying for ages. Or worse, what if he's in a proper relationship? Who knows how long this has been going on already. Lan Zhan would perish on the spot, that's for sure.
wen ning baby but uhm
wen ning baby why can't we hear her then
Huaisang looks at the message, then back to his laptop screen. Wen Ning is right, shouldn't they be able to hear his visitor as well? Or is she just very silent in her... appreciation?
qing-jie maybe he's just that shit at it
mianmian HAHAHAHA
a-cheng <3 I DONT CARE HE SHOULD JUST STOP JESUS CHRIST
Huaisang has to hold back his laughter again; that would make the situation even better. Being unable to fuck a girl well enough that you end up being louder than her, streaming all of it through twenty-something speakers to other people, and even having it recorded, to top it all off.
"Ah, ngh-" comes it from Huaisang's speaker, and this time there's a very mechanical-sounding, yet still perceptible slap, slap accompanying his moans. Huaisang covers his mouth around a gasp. So he actually is with someone. "-ah, hah, come on, you can go deeper - fuck, yes, just like that-"
Wait.
Wait, wait wait.
Is that.
Is this what Huaisang thinks it is.
qing-jie oh my fucking god. this is too much for me i'm out
mianmian theres no way!!! i fucking knew it all along!!
wen ning baby are we even supposed to know about that
mianmian no, i dont think so
mianmian but it doesnt change the fact that i am going to make so much fun of him later
mianmian 'i dont like dudes like that' my ass
Wei Ying, straight boy extraordinaire, actually turns out to be someone who likes taking it up the ass. These are the greatest news ever (since Jin Zixun dropping out).
The moans keep coming, as do the smacks of skin on skin and Wei Ying's shameless talking. Huaisang zooms in onto Wei Ying's profile picture on their call.
"Shit, you're so big, I can feel you all the way here, ah! Fuck, hah, love it so much!"
He's into dirty talk. Of course he would be. What if Lan Zhan knew? What if he, the most uptight person with the straightest stick up their ass, knew that their crush was into dirty talk like that? He should, he's in the same call with them, after all. How is Lan Zhan supposed to survive that? The knowledge that someone else has taken his place already, that he may have wasted his chance?
Well, Lan Zhan is hopelessly in love with Wei Ying. That, in itself, is probably explanation enough already. And it's not like Lan Zhan will make any advances any time soon either way, with how reserved he is, there is now way he-
"Oh, fuck- love- l-love you, Lan Zhan!"
Ah?
What?!
Holy fucking shit?!?
Huaisang's mouth drops open. Jesus fucking Christ, that's insane. That's so fucking insane. There's just too much going on right now.
Not only is Wei Ying actually the one getting fucked, he's also getting fucked by the one and only Lan Zhan, their class president, stoic and strict and cold Lan Zhan, who doesn't let anyone near him, who was too afraid to do anything about his crush for so many years.
qing-jie OKAY I TAKE IT BACK I HAVE RETURNED
qing-jie BECAUSE???? IS THERE ACTUALLY LAN ZHAN WITH HIM???
mianmian HE IS!!!! HE IS HE IS HE IS
a-cheng <3 oh fuck no. hell no there is no way we're doing that now. lan zhan does NOT actually LIKE THIS IDIOT
mianmian well he does baby!!! you owe me twenty bucks! and you better start planning the wedding preparations!!
a-cheng <3 SHUT UP I WILL FUCKING NOT!!!!!!!
This is so good. Too good, even. It will make a great story in their year book, Huaisang will make sure of that.
He takes a closer look at the participants again, trying to confirm a theory he thought of just now: Lan Zhan joined with his phone, camera and mic turned off, while Wei Ying joined with his laptop. He is sure, then; they were trying to be sneaky and hide that they were in a room together, and as a result of that, their entire relationship.
Was this all planned? Did they know they were basically going to fuck right next to their classmates, like some kind of kink? And Wei Ying is being so obscene, as well. There is no way Lan Zhan would actually indulge him that much.
...Would he? Are they really together? Like, in an actual relationship? As real boyfriends?
"Love you, too, Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan groans, his voice rumbling out in a low tone through Huaisang's shitty laptop speakers. Alright, there's his answer.
mianmian guys as crazy as all this tea is weve already reached the one hour mark, the teacher's gonna be back any minute now
mianmian what do we do, they obviously cant hear us
wen ning baby i can't call lan zhan because he joined the meeting with his phone, it won't go through
qing-jie literal worst case huh?
a-cheng <3 HE DESERVES IT FOR ALL I CARE
mianmian wow, so mean!
Wei Ying's moans start getting louder, gaining more desperation with every thrust Lan Zhan seems to be issuing. It's not particularly fast, as far as Huaisang can tell, maybe he relies on technique? Wei Ying sounds like he enjoys it though, with how enthusiastic he's being.
"Mnh, hah- shit, so deep, 'm gonna come... gonna come all over your cock, ah-! H-haha, w-would you like that, Lan Zhan? Gonna make a mess all over it, ah, fuck! Imagine, gege, what if t-the others were to hear-"
a-cheng <3 OKAY THATS ENOUGH!!!!!!!
With that, Jiang Cheng unmutes himself. Huaisang can't believe the absolute drama happening right now.
He loves it.
"FUCKING MUTE YOURSELF YOU IDIOT WE DON'T WANNA HEAR YOU TWO FUCK EACH OTHER'S BRAINS OUT!!" Jiang Cheng full on screams into his microphone, risking one of the teachers overhearing it from the hallway and possibly attracting their unwanted attention - the quality is almost too poor to understand him because of his sheer loudness. Wei Ying must have heard that, there's no way he didn't. Their teacher is bound to return any second, so they need to get their attention somehow, and this is their best shot.
However, the couple doesn't exactly... stop at the interruption. Wei Ying goes a bit more quiet, at most, but the wet smack of what must be Lan Zhan's hips against Wei Ying's ass persists. Are they deaf or just that insatiable?! There is no way they didn't hear Jiang Cheng's screaming!
There is some rustling on the other end, and a few seconds pass - maybe Wei Ying did hear, and in his shame he is trying to mute himself without saying anything? - before the unthinkable happens.
Wei Ying's camera turns on.
This is, completely and absolutely, the best day of Huaisang's life.
There they are, in their full glory. Wei Ying joined with his laptop, which seems to be placed on his bed, the couple right next to it. They are almost completely visible, with Wei Ying, the flexible cheer leader that he is, on his back, thighs folded up so that they're touching his sides, his calves curved around his boyfriend's arms. His head is thrown back, adam's apple bobbing around his moans, and he's holding onto his boyfriend's thighs tightly. Lan Zhan is on top - as expected - and bent over him, partially sitting on his haunches, with his hands placed next to Wei Ying's waist, keeping himself upright and Wei Ying's legs open at the same time. His long, inky hair is falling freely around them, with most of it resting on his hunched-over back, some strands falling down on Wei Ying and sticking to their sweaty skin. His face vanishes at the top of the screen, cutting off just above his nose. His mouth is opened around a silent groan, hair swaying with every thrust. Just like Huaisang envisioned, he isn't going at a particularly fast pace, paying more attention to the angle and depth - which seem kind of unimportant, now that Huaisang has a rather clear view on just how big Lan Zhan really is. He's probably hitting all the good spots no matter what he does. Wei Ying wasn't wrong in his assumption, back when they were drunkenly trash talking over pizza one day: that thing is huge. It must be a pain in the ass to take (literally).
He is kind of jealous.
Wei Ying's whole body jostles with every hard thrust, his ass rippling everytime Lan Zhan's hips connect with his skin. Huaisang doesn't know how long they've been at it, but Wei Ying's ass is red from all the repeated slapping already, he's sweating all over and he's completely out of air, his moans gaining a breathy quality to them.
It's when Lan Zhan sits up a bit straighter, his head disappearing from the camera's view completely, grabbing Wei Ying's waist and hauling his boyfriend's ass right up onto his lap and winding Wei Ying's legs around his waist, when Huaisang notices that they absolutely weren't phased by Jiang Cheng's scream at all. They're just too engrossed in each other.
"WEI WUXIAN!!!!" Jiang Cheng screams again, and this time Wei Ying finally reacts. He's a bit slow, a hazy look in his eyes, but he turns his head to his laptop. Doesn't really know what happened, looks some more - and is once again interrupted by Lan Zhan issuing a harder thrust that makes Wei Ying arch his back, a high moan leaving his open mouth. His boyfriend is apparently not giving a single shit, all of his attention on Wei Ying; the way he reacts to his touch so beautifully, Huaisang finds. Jiang Cheng has Wei Ying's attention now, though, so Wei Ying tries to look for the source of the noise again, and when he finally recognizes the signs of his microphone and his camera being turned on, his eyes widen a fraction.
He paws weakly at Lan Zhan's chest, tries to get him to pause for at least a moment, "Lan Zhan, stop, stop, wait a second- nh, they really can, the camera's-"
"Don't care."
"Oh my fucking god-" Wei Ying tries reaching over, to hit the hotkey that turns off camera and microphone. Lan Zhan apparently won't have it, won't have Wei Ying taking his eyes off of him; so he grabs his chin with one hand, the other one securely underneath Wei Ying's lower back, turns his head back towards him, and starts kissing him deeply. He licks around his mouth, sucking on his lower lip and effectively shutting Wei Ying up, whose eyes go hazy again. To top it off, he starts going faster as well, not giving Wei Ying a single chance to focus on anything else. If Huaisang had to guess, he would say that Wei Ying is cetting close, with the way his toes are curling, his thighs are trembling. But now Wei Ying knows that it's all on full display for their whole class to see, and he has half a mind to stop the camera. He fumbles along the keyboard, with his hand closest to it, randomly hitting around the keys, not really knowing where the right button is without directly looking at it. A small, breathy fuck followed by another weak moan swallowed by a hungry mouth show how hard it is for him to concentrate at all. At some point he manages, though, and the camera cuts off - together with the microphone.
Blessed silence fills the Zoom meeting, and Jiang Cheng lets out a last "Thank god", before they can hear the door to the teacher's room opening. Not a second too late, it seems.
Now that everything has stopped, deafening silence fills his room again. Huaisang silently stops the recording, puts down his phone, plops down on his chair and blankly looks at the laptop screen where, just seconds before, Wei Ying could be seen getting fucked stupid, by none other than the captain of the basketball team, their class president, the untouchable Lan Zhan.
That was the wildest Zoom meeting he's ever attended, that's for sure.