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Wei Ying didn't often think about what he was doing as he was doing it—that way lay madness and a lot of self-doubt. Still, as he was half-naked in bed with Mianmian, with Lan Zhan, also stripped down to his waist, spooned up behind her, he had to pause for a moment in the middle of undressing her and wonder just how he had gotten here.

Alcohol had been involved, obviously. His head was still a bit fuzzy with it, his belly feeling light and swoopy, but also. Lan Zhan hadn't said no, and neither had Mianmian, and Wei Ying—Wei Ying was a giver. If his friends needed a little nudge in the right direction, he would absolutely help get them there. He was a good friend that way.

Wei Ying had known of Lan Zhan's crush on Mianmian for a while. Not that Lan Zhan had ever confirmed it, but he had once voiced his conjecture, and Lan Zhan had just given him a look. Wei Ying had understood what that look meant, and thus a new Lan Zhan revelation had occurred: he liked Mianmian.

They all worked together, Lan Zhan in a different department from Wei Ying and Mianmian. Lan Zhan wasn't what you would call a friend friend. Or, rather. They just weren't very close. It was hard to get close to Lan Zhan, he was so cold and aloof, but something about him just made Wei Ying gravitate towards him until he'd bullied him into a friendship of sorts. It started out as talks in the break room where Wei Ying had done most of the talking, then progressed to getting lunch at a stall outside, until, every now and then, they would even go out to dinner together after work, the three of them. Sometimes, it was even Wei Ying and Lan Zhan alone, and Wei Ying had to admit, those were his favorite outings. When they were alone and Lan Zhan wasn't burdened with a crush, he would grow a bit more talkative. He never really reached "chatty," but he did open up a bit every now and then, Wei Ying collecting morsels of information like a dragon with its treasure.

He knew, for instance, that Lan Zhan had an older brother who worked in Shanghai, and that he missed him a lot. He knew that Lan Zhan and his brother had been raised by their uncle, but not how his parents died—Lan Zhan never talked about them. He knew that Lan Zhan played the guqin as a hobby and worked out every morning, although he didn't need Lan Zhan to tell him to know that: the man was built as fuck, of course he worked out every morning. He knew, from working with Lan Zhan, that he was whip-smart and conscientious, and always did the right thing, even when it was unpopular.

Wei Ying was sort of obsessed with Lan Zhan? Like, a little. But then again, who wouldn't be?

Wei Ying was comfortable with his queerness. He'd been with more women than men, but he had enjoyed the times he'd been with men very much. It was just easier to meet women, whether out in the real world or online, but the few times he'd gone out with a man, he'd had the time of his life. He knew a few people whose acceptance of their own queerness came at a great price, who had struggled with and against it, but Wei Ying had figured it out and rolled with it. Wei Ying loved people, that was all.

And then he'd found out about Lan Zhan's crush on Mianmian, and well, then he had to do something about it, because if anybody deserved to get his heart's desire, it was Lan Zhan. The man who never voiced anything aloud that couldn't be communicated through looks alone, the man who asked for nothing and very often received it, because people were idiots who didn't know a good thing if it kicked them in the ass.

Anyway, Wei Ying was going to be the best friend he could be to Lan Zhan and fix him up with Mianmian at whatever cost.

Apparently, the cost was going to be a threesome.

Lan Zhan was, unsurprisingly, sober, so it was truly a testament to his desire to get together with Mianmian that he had even agreed to this madness. Wei Ying had tricked them both into coming out tonight—Lan Zhan had thought it was going to be him and Wei Ying, and Mianmian had thought she was going out with Lan Zhan alone. Wei Ying knew that Lan Zhan wouldn't agree to an evening with just Mianmian, and often got nervous when the three of them would go out, so Wei Ying needed him relaxed and believing it was just a friendly dinner.

And Mianmian, well. It wasn't that she didn't like Wei Ying—they got along like a house on fire—but she'd been complaining about feeling utterly single and sad and Wei Ying had thought, well, now is their chance! He didn't want to put himself in the middle of things, so he arranged for the two of them to be at the same place at the same time just to see how things went from there.

What he hadn't been expecting was a panicked call from Lan Zhan from the restaurant bathroom asking him why he wasn't there and Mianmian was. He'd sounded so distraught, the poor guy, that Wei Ying lied and said he was just running late and booked it over there in a DiDi he'd ordered right after hanging up with Lan Zhan.

And now, somehow, here they were, and Wei Ying was doing his best to pay attention to Mianmian—the star of this show—but kept glancing over behind her at Lan Zhan, who was, had Wei Ying mentioned? Shirtless and staring at Wei Ying with an unreadable gaze that was sort of…super intense. More intense than Lan Zhan's usual way of looking at him, which was pretty intense already. Lan Zhan was a pretty intense sort of guy all-around.

Maybe he was just so nervous to finally be getting Mianmian that he couldn't even make himself look at her. Wei Ying would just have to nudge them along to the best of his ability.

Not that he'd ever had a threesome before—this was very much his first. But he sort of figured he had the logistics down, and really, his only job was to get Lan Zhan and Mianmian together. Anything else was merely a bonus. He was a facilitator here, not a full-on participant. In fact, he was already picturing slipping away as things really got going between his friends. He would feel so saintly, really, giving up his own chance at pleasure to ensure his friends' happiness. He would come into work on Monday feeling accomplished and watch with pleasure as Lan Zhan and Mianmian looked at each other shyly and giggled.

Surely even Lan Zhan had to giggle on occasion?

"Wei Ying."

"Huh?" Wei Ying snapped to. Mianmian was watching him with amusement. "What is it?"

"Are you just gonna stare at Lan Zhan all night or are you going to finally take off my shirt?"

Wei Ying flushed, laughing, stomach writhing a bit with strange nerves, and finally untucked the shirt in question from her pencil skirt and undid the final three buttons. Then, attempting to set the mood, he leaned in to kiss her.

It was nice—she was a sweet kisser, and enthusiastic, which always counted in his books. The worst was kissing somebody who was just trying to get through it, something that had been more true in school than the people he'd been with later. Mianmian was definitely into it, but he hoped she wasn't super into it, because he didn't want to make Lan Zhan jealous. Lan Zhan was, after all, the goal here. So, Wei Ying didn't kiss her for long, slowly pulling back with a smile and shifting her around so she was facing Lan Zhan.

Luckily, she got the idea fairly quickly and leaned in to start kissing Lan Zhan. Wei Ying bit his lip as he watched them, but contrary to expectations, Lan Zhan didn't immediately close his eyes in ecstasy and lose himself in kissing Mianmian. Maybe he was nervous, because instead of doing any of that, he was watching Wei Ying even as he kissed her. Wei Ying wondered what that look meant, it was pretty intense… Oh. It finally clicked. Of course Lan Zhan wanted Wei Ying to leave. And maybe he was right—Wei Ying had done enough to help them out, they could probably figure out the rest on their own.

Wei Ying gave Lan Zhan a quick nod, like, I get it, man, and began to roll over onto his back to get out of bed. He barely moved when Lan Zhan broke off the kiss and lunged, his hand landing heavily on Wei Ying's stomach.

"Stay," he said, further confusing Wei Ying. Maybe he really was just too shy and needed a buddy. Well, if he needed a buddy, Wei Ying would obviously do all he can to support him.

"I wasn't," he lied. "I was just…stretching…"

Mianmian giggled and turned back around to face Wei Ying. "Did we neglect you?" She really was super adorable. "C'mere, babe." She grabbed onto the waist of Wei Ying's pants and tugged him forward until they were facing one another. Wei Ying could feel his grin spreading at how cute she looked, slightly flushed, with her lacy bra on display. Her tits were small but very pretty, with her dark nipples just visible behind the lace. He leaned forward and kissed her, because it only seemed polite, and chose to ignore yet another very intense look from Lan Zhan, because, well, Mianmian was cute and kissing was fun.

The kiss didn't last for too long, though, because Mianmian pulled back and, impish smile in place, said, "Now, kiss each other. I didn't come here just to miss out on this."

Confused, Wei Ying shot a questioning look at Lan Zhan. Wei Ying was queer—was Lan Zhan, even a little bit? Wei Ying wanted to ask, sort of apologetically, because he hadn't been expecting this turn at all, when Lan Zhan reached across Mianmian, grabbed onto Wei Ying's waist, and leaned in. Wei Ying, feeling like a magnet, met him in the middle, and—oh. Lan Zhan was, unsurprisingly, a really intense kisser. It hadn't looked that way from when he'd been kissing Mianmian, but he was kissing Wei Ying with intent and, really, quite a bit of tongue. Wei Ying moaned at the onslaught, clutching at Lan Zhan's shoulder for all he was worth, because fuck, this was…this was really doing it for him. He hadn't really been hard before, just sort of vaguely interested. Now, his dick was filling out in his jeans, his stomach swooping with arousal.

Fuck. Lan Zhan could kiss. Also, apparently, he was at least a little bit gay.

Wei Ying, very aware of Mianmian trapped in between them, finally managed to pull back. His eyes fluttered open and he saw Lan Zhan staring at him, mouth red and wet, his breathing escalated. Lan Zhan definitely hadn't looked like that when kissing Mianmian. Huh. Weird.

"Wow." Mianmian cleared her throat. "So that was something. All right, everybody clothes off, now."

Wei Ying didn't even take a moment to think, just went for his jeans and managed to undo his button and zip fairly easily, considering how hard his hands were shaking. Jeans off, he struggled out of his underwear, aware of everybody else getting naked, as well, but not yet able to look at things head on, so to speak. There was a weird buzzing in his head now, ever since Lan Zhan had let him go, and he found himself trembling with anticipation in a way that he…had not expected. From when he'd first proposed they do this over shots. Well, he and Mianmian had been having shots. Lan Zhan had been watching them in silence, and then simply said, "Yes," when Wei Ying had offered. And now here they were.

Finally, Wei Ying, having kicked off the last of his clothes, had no choice but to look at his surroundings. Mianmian was down to lacy underwear, her bra already off, and Lan Zhan was— Lan Zhan was— holy shit. Lan Zhan was fully naked, unashamedly so, his big hand covering Mianmian's waist. They were kissing. It looked leisurely, soft, almost indulgent on Lan Zhan's part. This must have been how Lan Zhan was with women, or women he liked. Maybe he'd been rougher with Wei Ying because Wei Ying was a man, and less delicate. But with her fine-boned wrists and thin collarbone, Mianmian was slim and fragile-looking, so sweet, you had to be careful or risk breaking her. Wei Ying ran a slightly trembling hand down her side, over her flank, pushing himself up against her, letting her feel him, and only when she moaned did he remember that right, he wasn't here for her—he was here for Lan Zhan, or rather, for Lan Zhan to get together with Mianmian.

Wei Ying once again felt out of place and a bit like a third wheel, but Lan Zhan had asked him to stay, so he would stay until he was kicked out. He would just have to endure being superfluous for a bit, then go home and beat one out in triumph of getting his friends together.

Mianmian and Lan Zhan parted and Lan Zhan immediately met Wei Ying's gaze, eyes super dark. "Come here," he said, and with a start, Wei Ying realized that Lan Zhan was talking to him, and that it was the first time Lan Zhan had said anything since he'd told Wei Ying not to leave earlier.

"Ohhh, good idea," Mianmian breathed and wriggled out from between them. Confused, Wei Ying watched her sit up and then lean back on her hands, head tilted. "Don't look at me like that," she said with a breathy laugh. "You guys are hot together, let a girl enjoy the view."

Wei Ying shot an apologetic look at Lan Zhan—this hadn't been part of his plan. But Lan Zhan either didn't get the look or chose to ignore it. And now that Mianmian wasn't between them, Wei Ying had nowhere else to look but at Lan Zhan. And, oh boy, was Lan Zhan a lot to look at. He was all broad shoulders and narrow waist, cut absolutely everywhere, his pale skin like porcelain over all the toned muscle. Not an ounce of anything extra on this guy, it was ridiculous. Wei Ying was pretty slight compared to him—he had some muscle tone but he wasn't built like a god or anything, not like Lan Zhan. And then his gaze landed on Lan Zhan's dick and oh, shit. The man could seriously hurt someone with that. Involuntarily, Wei Ying gave Mianmian a quick look—he hoped she was ready, because damn. That wasn't a dick, it was a weapon of mass destruction. Personally, Wei Ying would be more than happy to be destroyed by it, but Mianmian, as previously mentioned, was tiny and fragile-looking. Lan Zhan had better be careful with how he wielded that thing.

Wei Ying swallowed and sidled incrementally closer to Lan Zhan, pulled as if by an invisible force.

"You guys should kiss again," Mianmian suggested matter-of-factly.

Before Wei Ying could react in any normal way, Lan Zhan was on him, mouth-first. Wei Ying moaned, startled, then felt his eyes slide shut as Lan Zhan rolled them over, bearing him onto Mianmian's sheets. Oh, fuck, that was a lot of man to take, and Wei Ying suddenly realized that both Mianmian and Lan Zhan were about to learn a lot of his preferences in bed. Stupid that that thought hadn't occurred to him earlier, but here they were. Without much thought, he lunged forward, chasing Lan Zhan's kiss, then wound his arms around Lan Zhan's neck to hold him in place. Lan Zhan wasn't actually going anywhere apart from in between Wei Ying's legs, and Wei Ying gasped as their dicks bumped and ground against one another, Wei Ying's already embarrassingly wet. Fuck.

"Fuck," Mianmian breathed. "Holy shit, you guys are—"

Wei Ying missed it if she said anything else, because Lan Zhan moaned—moaned!—before breaking off the kiss and beginning to kiss down the line of Wei Ying's neck, his mouth hot and insistent, his large hand holding down Wei Ying's hip even as he moved above him. Wei Ying couldn't catch his breath, it felt like a total onslaught of sensation, and all he could do was take it, holding onto Lan Zhan's meaty back for dear life.

"Lan—Lan Zhan—fuck—"

Lan Zhan paused, breathing heavily above Wei Ying, and finally dragged his gaze back up to meet Wei Ying's. "I'm sorry, I…I didn't mean to—"

"Oh no, I think he's fine with this," Mianmian piped up, her voice a bit strained-sounding.

Wei Ying couldn't stop himself from laughing, his breathing still hitching a bit. "Yeah, no, I'm, like…this is totally fine, I just thought—never mind, I…never mind." He couldn't make himself say it. Because if he said I thought you were here for Mianmian, Lan Zhan would remember himself and switch his focus to his rightful target, and Wei Ying—Wei Ying wasn't ready to let him go. If this was what Lan Zhan was like in bed, and Wei Ying was lucky enough to have a chance with him, he would be utterly and completely selfish and take whatever he could get because he'd never get to do this again. Mianmian could have Lan Zhan afterwards—right now was Wei Ying's turn.

Lan Zhan watched him with that unfathomable, intense gaze, then leaned in, deliberately slow, and flicked one of Wei Ying's nipples with his tongue. Wei Ying hissed, his hips spasming. Lan Zhan did it again, then fitted his mouth over it and bit down, hard enough that Wei Ying cried out, clutching at Lan Zhan's head, messing up his normally impeccable ponytail.

"Do the other one," Mianmian breathed, and Lan Zhan, such a good boy, obeyed instantly, dragging his mouth over Wei Ying's chest to lick and bite at the other side. Wei Ying, feeling very ganged-up-on, could only take it, his dick slapping his belly every time Lan Zhan put any pressure on his nipples. Wei Ying hadn't realized that his nipples were quite that sensitive, but perhaps it had more to do with the person and not the act—oh no, he was not about to go there. Oh, no.

He shut his eyes and hissed through his teeth as Lan Zhan flicked his tongue over his nipple again and again, activating some dormant part of Wei Ying that reacted with a full body shudder at the sensation. "Fuck, Lan Zhan—"

"Should I stop?" Lan Zhan asked, way too matter-of-factly for a guy practically drilling a hole in Wei Ying's leg with his dick.

"Oh, don't you dare, look at how flushed he is, this is adorable," Mianmian said from somewhere above them, and it took Wei Ying all of his effort to open his eyes and drag his gaze over to her. She was—oh. She was touching herself, her small hand working beneath the flimsy fabric of her panties. It was…super hot, and he felt a strange sort of reverent privilege at being able to see how Mianmian touches herself. She was so very beautiful.

Catching him staring, she grinned and shifted until she could lean down over him. "Like what you see?"

"Mm," was all Wei Ying could manage. She bit her lower lip with a grin and then leaned in and kissed him. It was much less intense, kissing Mianmian, feeling almost like a reprieve. She smelled good, like sex and jasmine perfume, and Wei Ying forgot himself a little bit while they kissed, until he felt hot breath fanning over his abdomen and then his hip and then— "Fuck!"

Lan Zhan took him in his mouth. No preamble, no questions—one moment Wei Ying was kissing Mianmian, and the next, his dick was being sucked like it was the only thing standing between Lan Zhan and the end of the world. Wei Ying broke off and tossed his head back, barely able to breathe.

Okay, so kissing was one thing, but sucking dick—Lan Zhan was definitely queer. Perhaps more than a little. He was, at the very least, bi, judging by the evidence Wei Ying had now amassed, between the Mianmian crush and expert dick-sucking skills. Incredible. Truly, truly…mind-blowing. Wei Ying realized he was holding onto Lan Zhan's head for dear life, and also that Lan Zhan was moaning. Moaning! While sucking him off!

Somewhere along the way, Wei Ying had lost control of the situation and was no longer executing any part of his plan at all. Perhaps it was time to get back on track, but—but—he wasn't entirely sure how he was going to manage to do that, because Lan Zhan had taken his plans and thrown them completely out of the window. And Mianmian—Mianmian was clearly going along with it.

For a moment, Lan Zhan pulled off, forcing a desperate gasp from Wei Ying, and, catching Wei Ying's eye, slipped a single finger in his own mouth, sliding it in and out absolutely obscenely. Wei Ying could do nothing but blink at this display, feeling like a punch-drunk fool. Then Lan Zhan slipped the finger out, leaned down, nudged Wei Ying's leg aside and, even as he took him back in his mouth, circled the finger unerringly around Wei Ying's asshole.

Wei Ying cried out and came so suddenly, his entire brain short-circuited. His entire body flooded with pleasure, and he trembled in place even as Lan Zhan swallowed every single bit of come Wei Ying had on offer, and Mianmian was furiously jerking off in his periphery, making pretty little noises of need.

Wei Ying floated somewhere around the vicinity of the ceiling for a good long time while Lan Zhan rested his forehead against his hip and breathed hotly across his skin.

"Holy fuck," Wei Ying breathed. "Lan Zhan…"

"Mn." Lan Zhan's voice sounded thicker than usual, which, okay. Made sense. It was also hot as hell. Lan Zhan was hot as hell. If asked what Lan Zhan was going to be like in bed, Wei Ying would probably have said methodical and sedate. Not anymore. Lan Zhan was, apparently, a complete agent of chaos when it came to matters of the bedroom, and he had somehow single-handedly managed to turn Wei Ying into utter goo with just a blowjob.

Oh. Wei Ying was in some serious trouble.

Now that his head was clearing up, he realized that he desperately, desperately, wanted to at least touch Lan Zhan's dick, and, if he was really lucky, perhaps feel at least a little bit of it inside some part of his body. At least a handjob. At least let him touch it.

Oh, but. Mianmian. Mianmian hasn't had a chance to get any yet, and that wasn't fair, and Wei Ying was nothing if not just in all of his business, so he went to turn to Mianmian and attempt to do something with his limbs, which still felt like jelly, when Lan Zhan leaned in and the next moment, they were kissing, hard enough that there was barely any air left between them. Not between their bodies, and definitely not between their mouths. Wei Ying could hardly take a single breath, Lan Zhan was stealing all of it. He tried to struggle away to get Mianmian involved, he really did, but the thing was, Lan Zhan was just—going for it, and eventually, Wei Ying lost himself to the kiss. He couldn't make himself care at all over the rushing in his ears and the lance of heat in his belly. A little more of this and he would be getting hard again. It had been a good long time since the last time he was this turned on with another person.

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan whispered, pulling away from the kiss. "Wei Ying, please—"

"Anything, anything," Wei Ying mumbled, knowing there was something he was forgetting and not caring about what it could possibly be. "What do you want, what can I—what can I do—"

Lan Zhan leaned back in and, mouth pressed to Wei Ying's ear, asked, desperation coloring his voice, "Let me fuck you. Please."

Wei Ying shuddered, both from the words and the sensation. "Fuck." The sentiment was echoed by Mianmian, who was—oh. Oh, okay. Wei Ying threw her a quick glance and realized that she was lying on her back now, knees up, hand no longer working in between her legs, watching them while her thin chest rose rapidly up and down. She must have come and Wei Ying had missed it. He hoped Lan Zhan hadn't—he probably would have enjoyed it. Fuck, Wei Ying was a monster.

"Wei Ying?"

Lan Zhan's voice pulled him back into their weird little bubble and Wei Ying realized he never gave the very obvious answer Lan Zhan was looking for. "Yes." He was taking Mianmian's turn, he knew he was, and it should have been Mianmian that Lan Zhan was begging to fuck, but Wei Ying was weak as well as an opportunist. He leaned in and kissed Lan Zhan, just a quick reassuring sort of peck, though he wasn't sure which of them he was reassuring. "Yes, yes, please." He didn't even care that there would be a witness to his undoing, he desperately needed Lan Zhan's gigantic cock inside him. "We need…"

"Yes."

Next to them, Mianmian moved and, as they both watched, leaned over her bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a packet of condoms and a bottle of lube. She tossed both at them silently. Wei Ying couldn't quite read her expression, but he was also otherwise preoccupied, what with Lan Zhan still lying half on top of him, his dick pressing hard against Wei Ying's leg. "Thanks, you're a true friend," Wei Ying mumbled, then grabbed the packet of condoms and thrust them at Lan Zhan.

"Don't ever say I never did anything for you," she responded archly.

"Are you certain?" Lan Zhan asked, his gaze boring into Wei Ying's, pulling all of Wei Ying's attention to himself. "I don't—"

"Oh I'm fucking certain," Wei Ying responded instantly, swallowing against his dry throat. "Fuck me, Lan Zhan." Despite coming his brains out two minutes ago, Wei Ying was already feeling this low-level arousal just at the mere thought of what was about to happen to him. There was a buzzing underneath his skin, a sort of whole-body tremor that felt a lot like a combination of anticipation, excitement, and nerves, and the sooner Lan Zhan got on with it, the better it would be. Distantly, he heard a rustle and Mianmian murmuring, "Carry on, boys," but he could barely pay any attention to it at all, because the next moment, Lan Zhan was fitting a condom over his dick—it fit! Wei Ying mentally recalibrated what Mianmian could take in bed—and reaching for the bottle of lube. It was only then that Wei Ying noticed his hands were slightly shaky. Huh.

"How do you want me?" Wei Ying asked, deciding to give Lan Zhan his privacy and not inquire after the shaking hands.

Lan Zhan speared him with a single look and then, hand very much no longer shaking, grabbed him by the waist and rolled him over.

"Oh," Wei Ying breathed. "Yeah, okay, that works."

"All right?"

"Mn."

He was expecting to feel Lan Zhan's finger probing, but instead, the next moment, he felt Lan Zhan lean over him and land a hot kiss at the top of his spine. Wei Ying startled and held his breath. Another kiss, a bit lower, and then another, and then there it was—a finger probing and circling his hole, slick and insistent. And that was how it went—a kiss and a massage to his hole, until he was melting into the bed, mouth watering from need and belly fluttering in anticipation.

"Relax, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan murmured somewhere in the vicinity of his lower back. "Good boy, that's it."

Wei Ying whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, that was—Lan Zhan calling him a good boy was perhaps hitting it a little too close to the various fantasies he's had about the man, despite knowing it was a hopeless business. But maybe not so hopeless, if it was actually fucking happening now. Even knowing this was a one-time deal he was getting, Wei Ying couldn't regret it, not really. How could he? He was about to get everything he wanted.

"'M relaxed," he mumbled into the pillow.

"Relax more," Lan Zhan said, his voice rumbling against Wei Ying's skin. "Let me in."

Wei Ying did his best to do as asked, and the next moment, Lan Zhan's finger was slipping inside, finally. It was always a bit of a strange sensation, but Wei Ying loved it. He's been fucked before, and even a few of the women he'd been with had enjoyed ass-play, so this wasn't new. It was simply…going to be…more. He'd never had anyone this big. Again, his mouth flooded with anticipation.

"I'm…you can just…you don't have to…" He didn't quite know how to say it, but luckily, Lan Zhan seemed to catch on.

"Are you certain?" He slipped the finger further in. He had big hands—Wei Ying had always noticed them—and Wei Ying felt the thickness of his finger with pleasure. The next moment, he was brushing Wei Ying's prostate and Wei Ying moaned, the sensation taking over.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fucking certain," Wei Ying mumbled. "You can just fuck me."

Lan Zhan's finger slipped out. "Very well." He sounded hoarse and a little bit strangled and Wei Ying felt a moment of triumph that that was most likely because of him. Making Lan Zhan incoherent was going to go so quickly to his head.

Something niggled at Wei Ying, but he wasn't sure what, his mind already on what Lan Zhan's cock would feel like inside him, so he chose to let it go. It couldn't have been important.

And then two large hands were lifting his hips up. Lan Zhan knocked his knees apart with his own and then leaned over Wei Ying and whispered in his ear. "Are you ready?"

"Fuck, I'm so ready," Wei Ying breathed, his voice sounding like a whine. "Fucking do it already."

Lan Zhan began to push in.

Oh, okay. That was a lot of dick to take. Wei Ying held his breath, frozen in place.

"You have to breathe. Relax," Lan Zhan said quietly. "Let me in, Wei Ying," he repeated.

Wei Ying breathed out, clenching his fists in the sheets, and did his best. Little by little, Lan Zhan slipped in, stretching Wei Ying to his limit, filling him up. Thank goodness for lube, which made the slide feel good, even as Wei Ying squeezed his eyes shut and attempted to breathe deeply and evenly.

"Almost there," Lan Zhan whispered and Wei Ying laughed despite himself.

"You're a lot of man to take," he told Lan Zhan. "But I'm up for the job."

"I know you are," Lan Zhan responded, his voice sounding closer now—he had leaned over Wei Ying. "I know you can take me," he breathed in his ear, then flicked the lobe with his tongue. Wei Ying shuddered—he had very sensitive ears. "You can take what I give you and more." Another flick to his ear, followed by a kiss that was almost sweet.

Wei Ying swallowed, bumping his ass back. "Then do it, don't just talk about it," he goaded.

In response, Lan Zhan pulled almost all the way out, and then slowly thrust back in, forcing a gasp from Wei Ying.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go."

Another pull-out, followed by a slow thrust in. Another.

Wei Ying brought one hand back and clutched at Lan Zhan's hips, feeling the muscles shift beneath his touch as Lan Zhan moved. That was so hot. That was so hot, Lan Zhan was all muscle, so strong, and—another thrust in, faster this time, and Wei Ying cried out with how much it was, how much he had to take. He was filled to the brim, and it felt impossible that he be able to take it even as he did.

"Like this? You want it like this?" Lan Zhan asked, his voice sounding strained. Heh. Good.

"You can—you can go faster, I can take it—"

Lan Zhan went faster. He was still methodical about it, but he wasn't gentle. Which was just fine with Wei Ying—Wei Ying didn't want gentle. He wanted the pounding of his life.

"More, Lan Zhan, come on, I know you've got it in you, just fuck me already—ah!" That was more like it. Lan Zhan began to fuck him hard and fast, Wei Ying's body shifting to accommodate the onslaught, and Wei Ying was seeing stars. Every time Lan Zhan brushed against his prostate—and it was every single thrust, because his dick was absolutely everywhere—Wei Ying would cry out, involuntary cries he couldn't possibly hope to hold in. "Oh, fuck, like that—just like that, come on—"

Lan Zhan was making tiny noises behind him, as though they were punched out of him. He was holding onto Wei Ying's waist still, hands clenched around his sides so hard, Wei Ying thought he might bruise. He hoped he would. He wanted the reminder.

"Lan Zhan, fuck…fuck, keep—keep going, don't stop, please don't stop—" He was babbling, but that happened to him in bed whenever he was feeling overwhelmed. It hadn't happened in a while. But it was impossible not to feel overwhelmed with this gorgeous, beautiful man fucking his soul out of his body with every thrust.

"I don't intend to stop," Lan Zhan said, his breath hitching. "I intend to go as long as I like."

"Hnghh…" Wei Ying squeezed his eyes shut at the thought of merciless Lan Zhan fucking him until he decided it was enough, Wei Ying like his plaything, having no say in it at all. The idea was so hot, he nearly came on the spot, and then he realized that he's been hard almost this entire time without noticing. Which was—well, frankly, he was very impressed with himself that he could even get it up after the orgasm Lan Zhan had wrung from him not ten minutes ago. "Go as long as you want," he mumbled, hand still clutching Lan Zhan's side. "Fuck me till I can't see straight."

"You can still see?" Lan Zhan asked, and Wei Ying's laugh was punched out of him with another thrust. "I must not be doing it well enough."

"Oh, you're doing great," Wei Ying managed through his strangled throat. "But I can take a lot." His voice broke on the last word.

"I can tell." Lan Zhan's didn't sound much better. He sounded winded now, short of breath, and Wei Ying grinned to himself, bumping his ass back to meet Lan Zhan on the next thrust. "Wei Ying…"

Wei Ying couldn't tell if it was a warning or not, so he did it again, and again. Soon enough, they were meeting thrust for thrust, frantic, frenzied, and so hot, Wei Ying was going to lose his mind. He was so full—full of Lan Zhan, full of pleasure, full of so much dick—he could barely breathe. "Gonna make you come so hard, you'll see stars," he said, barely aware of the words leaving his mouth. "You're never going to want to fuck anyone else ever again." He was completely out of control now, no longer aware of anything he was saying or anything at all that wasn't Lan Zhan fucking his brains out from behind.

He felt it when Lan Zhan leaned back over him and whispered in his ear, "I already don't want to fuck anybody else," and Wei Ying was coming, untouched, gasping and shuddering even as he really did see stars behind his closed eyelids. "Wei Ying—"

"Hnghhh." The only reason he hadn't collapsed like a ragdoll was Lan Zhan's hands holding him up, but then suddenly, Lan Zhan was pulling out—no, why, Wei Ying wasn't done yet—and turning Wei Ying bodily around, throwing him down onto his back across the bed, pushing up his legs, and then thrusting back in with no preamble. Wei Ying, still limp from having come that hard without being touched, did he mention? could only look on at Lan Zhan's face in the throes of ecstasy as he fucked him hard and fast and then stilled, face buried against Wei Ying's neck, and came with a bull-body shudder. Wei Ying could feel the rumble of his groan in his own chest. Hands coming up to hug Lan Zhan automatically, they lay there, utterly spent, covered in Wei Ying's come, and attempted to catch their breath.

"Holy fuck," Wei Ying breathed.

"Hnngh." Lan Zhan was, apparently, past coherence. Which was…incredible. Wei Ying couldn't believe he'd found the one way to make Lan Zhan stop being the most eloquent person of his acquaintance.

"Yeah." Wei Ying's entire body sort of let go and he melted into the sheets, arms falling down to his sides. "Fuck."

"Indeed."

Ah. There he was. Wei Ying laughed. "You're so strange, Lan Zhan," he said, hearing the fondness in his own voice and cringing. "You can still talk?"

Lan Zhan finally lifted himself up—Wei Ying could breathe again—and raised an eloquent eyebrow. "As can you."

"Ha! I can always talk—mmph!"

Lan Zhan's mouth tasted like sex, like both of them combined. Wei Ying kissed him with sloppy abandon, unable to really control any muscle in his body anymore, but making up for it with enthusiasm. Lan Zhan was just so…good. He was so good.

And Wei Ying—Wei Ying was sleepy. Very, very sleepy, now that Lan Zhan had wrung two incredible orgasms out of him. Finally dropping out of the kiss, Wei Ying fell back against the bed and put his hands on Lan Zhan's shoulders, pushing him lightly away. "You gotta…I need to clean up and head out, I'm so sleepy—"

Lan Zhan pulled out slowly, then sat up and took off the condom, tied it up and threw it overboard. "You should sleep."

"I can't, I—" There was a reason why he couldn't just fall asleep here, but his limbs were heavy, and he was covered in spunk, and the idea of cleaning up and putting his clothes back on and calling a car and—it was too much. "Maybe for a few minutes, just a couple… just…wake me up, all right?"

"Very well," Lan Zhan said, his face somehow soft. Or maybe it was just his eyes. He had such expressive eyes. Wei Ying could very easily lose himself in them. "I will wake you up."

Wei Ying smiled, patted Lan Zhan's knee, and then slipped his eyes shut. And then he was gone.

Wei Ying woke up with a start, not knowing where he was. The light was diffuse, as though morning had already come. Where was he? As awareness came back, so did his memories: dinner with Mianmian and Lan Zhan, shots, somehow deciding on a threesome, coming back to Mianmian's, Lan Zhan fucking him…oh hell. He was at Mianmian's, and somebody—somebody warm and strong—was spooned up behind him, holding him down by his middle. Wei Ying blinked. That had to be Lan Zhan.

Where was Mianmian?

Had they—oh no—had they fallen asleep in her bed? Without permission? Last time Wei Ying saw Mianmian, she was telling them to carry on and—oh. A hazy memory of her hips swaying as she left the room hit him the next moment. Oh. And…she never came back.

Oh God. Wei Ying was an asshole. And an idiot. He was an asshole idiot. His whole entire goal had been to get Lan Zhan and Mianmian together, and instead, he went and got desperate for Lan Zhan's dick and probably hurt Mianmian's feelings and completely derailed Lan Zhan's desires and—oh fuck. Wei Ying was the worst friend in the whole entire world.

He took a deep breath before he spiraled into a panic. Then another. Then another. Then he slowly and very, very carefully took hold of Lan Zhan's ridiculously toned forearm and lifted it up, holding his breath. Nothing. Not even a twitch. Emboldened, he shifted away from Lan Zhan until he could set his arm down onto the bed. Then he looked down at himself—he was no longer covered in his own come. Which was nice and all, but how in the world? Had…had Lan Zhan cleaned him up? After Wei Ying had passed out on him? That was…so considerate. Lan Zhan was not only an absolute beast in bed, he was sweet, too? He was going to make Mianmian very happy.

Swallowing against something acrid in his throat, Wei Ying quietly got off the bed and began to hunt around for his clothes. The difficulty with having a threeway was that there were just too many clothes to go through. Cringing to himself, and feeling sore in more than one place, Wei Ying finally managed to extract his own articles of clothing and slowly began to dress. Underwear, jeans, shirt, socks. His shoes were obviously out in the hallway. With one last look at a sleeping Lan Zhan, looking stunning in the morning light, Wei Ying walked out of the bedroom and quietly shut the door.

He walked down the hallway to the living room. There Mianmian was—asleep on the couch, a knitted blanket thrown over her body. Oh God. They were total assholes.

Wei Ying thought about leaving a note, but then realized that he 1) didn't know where to find a pen and paper, and 2) had no idea what he would even say. So sorry about derailing your evening and making you sleep on the couch in your own home. Had a great time, thanks for the dick? Not so much.

He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his jacket, and was out the door the next moment, closing it shut behind himself.

He and Mianmian weren't exactly neighbors, but they lived close enough that he decided to walk to clear his mind. He made an active choice not to think about last night or its implications, even with the very obvious soreness in one particular area, because that way lay madness and despair. Instead, he would go home and spend the rest of the weekend playing video games and ordering in food because he felt like seeing and talking to no one.

A good plan. An excellent plan.

But first…a nap.

Monday both took forever to arrive and got there in the blink of an eye. Wei Ying had spent the entire weekend in a funk of unknown provenance, dodging Jiang Cheng's phone calls and eating instant noodles while playing Mario Kart. He never even opened his curtains, and by the time he was getting ready for work on Monday morning, he stunk so badly, he had to scrub extra hard in the shower.

He did contemplate changing his identity and moving out of the country, but in the end, chalked it up to a pipe dream and showed up at work. And now here he was, about to open the door and possibly come face to face with Mianmian, or worse—Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed hold of the door handle, and pushed through.

At first glance, he didn't see either party, but he did notice that Mianmian's jacket was already hanging on the back of her chair, which meant she was probably in the break room, putting away her lunch and getting tea.

Wei Ying thought about it, he really did. Just go into the break room and do it. Say you're sorry and you'll make things right. His feet, however, took him to the bathroom instead. He peed, washed his hands, looked himself in the mirror. You can do it. You can be a man, and not a coward.

But that wasn't true, because the second he spotted Mianmian walking down the corridor with her cup of tea, he ducked into the mail room and stayed there until she was gone. Then he went to his own desk.

It continued this way throughout the day until lunch time, when Wei Ying got up, headed towards the bathroom, and saw Lan Zhan walking towards him from the other end of the hallway. Wei Ying stopped, rooted to the spot. Lan Zhan, clearly seeing him too, stopped as well. They watched one another from across the hall, and then Wei Ying was turning around and stomping right back to his desk, because he couldn't. He just couldn't, he couldn't face Lan Zhan and the rejection and condemnation that would surely follow. Surely Lan Zhan was kicking himself for how things had gone.

Wei Ying wondered if Lan Zhan and Mianmian had talked it out yet. The thought made his stomach sour.

Finally, at the end of the day, Wei Ying had to go into the break room to grab his stuff, and came up short when he saw Mianmian lounging against the counter, reading on her phone. When he walked in, she looked up, and their eyes met.

This was his moment, then. He had to do it. He had to put on his big boy pants and say the words.

Under her watchful gaze, Wei Ying stepped closer, noting that she didn't look like she hated his guts, but you never knew. She looked, if anything, slightly exasperated. He took a deep breath. "Mianmian, I am so so—"

"Did you guys make up?"

"—rry…what?"

"You and Lan Zhan," she said, setting her phone down. "I figured you must have had a fight for you to have run off at the break of dawn, before even Lan Zhan got up. And you've been avoiding both of us all day."

Wei Ying blinked. "No, I—"

"Because the last thing I want," she went on as though he hadn't spoken, "Is to come between the two of you. I'd honestly never forgive myself."

Wei Ying blinked again. "Wh—come between us? How do you mean?"

She looked at him like he'd just grown an extra head right in front of her. "What do you mean, how do I mean? In the most straight-forward sense possible—did the…what happened…on Friday night ruin your relationship. That's what I mean."

"Our—Mianmian." Wei Ying felt a little dizzy and grabbed onto the closest counter. "We…we have no relationship."

Mianmian stilled. "What?"

"I mean, we do, in the sense that we're friendly and stuff, but—"

"You mean, you…aren't dating?"

Wei Ying couldn't seem to stop blinking like an idiot. "We…dating? Me and Lan Zhan?!"

"Yes?" She was frowning now, looking adorably confused. "I had just assumed you guys were dating, or had started dating recently, judging by…well…everything."

"But he—doesn't even like me?" Somehow, of all the things that were clamoring through Wei Ying's very confused brain, this was the thought that had slipped out. Not the material point, Wei Ying! And yet, here he was.

And Mianmian laughed. She threw back her head and laughed so hard, she dropped her phone on the floor. She leaned down, grabbed it, set it down on the counter, and continued laughing so hard, tears sprung up in her eyes.

"What—"

"Wei Ying," she said—moaned, really—and then cracked up again. "Baobei, you are…a total idiot," she said in between bouts of laughter, and really, that was just too much. He'd been meaning to apologize but had somehow gotten entirely derailed and so confused, he had no idea what was up and what was down. "You're so smart," she went on, "but you're an idiot. Lan Zhan is so into you, he can barely see straight!" This utterly wild proclamation was followed by another peel of laughter.

Wei Ying found himself rooted to the spot, something like a gong having sounded in his brain at her words. Lan Zhan…into Wei Ying? But—

"But he's into you," he said dumbly. "Lan Zhan has a crush on you."

This finally pulled Mianmian up short and she hiccupped as she stopped laughing abruptly. "What? What are you talking about?"

"What am I—he's been into you this whole time! I thought… I thought he was…"

Friday night began to take on a whole new shape even as he spoke. Lan Zhan agreeing to a threesome…Lan Zhan following Wei Ying to Mianmian's…Lan Zhan's intense gaze on him… Oh, and…right. That other thing. That other thing that Wei Ying had utterly refused to think about all weekend lest it drive him absolutely out of his mind. I already don't want to fuck anybody else. Lan Zhan had said that, said it in the heat of the moment while balls-deep inside Wei Ying, and Wei Ying had simply chalked it up to momentary horny madness, nothing more substantial than that. Surely, Lan Zhan couldn't possibly—

Mianmian sighed and stopped closer to Wei Ying, taking his face in her hands. "Baobei. Wei Ying. Lan Zhan is madly fucking in love with you. And you're obviously crazy about him. I thought you were dating. That's how disgusting you two are around each other. I thought you two were just being kinky, mixing things up. Don't get me wrong, I was surprised, since you only have eyes for each other, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth…well, anyway. You better get that man. The look on his face when he realized you'd gone home was not something I ever want to see again."

Wei Ying's belly was fluttering with something odd, something just a little too close to excitement, to an uncontrollable sort of joy that if he allowed to let loose would consume him whole. "Mianmian…"

"Listen to me. I'm always right."

Wei Ying looked down at her and nodded automatically. "You are."

"Good. Go get your—"

The break room door opened and they sprung apart guiltily—as though there was anything to even feel guilty about. Wei Ying swung around and froze. Lan Zhan was standing in the doorway, stock-still, watching the two of them with a completely blank expression on his face. Wei Ying felt his entire body flushing from head to toe, as memories of Friday night all flooded in at once. The last time he'd spoken to Lan Zhan, he'd been falling asleep still sore from Lan Zhan's dick in his ass.

"Lan Zhan—"

Lan Zhan turned around and opened the door, making as though to leave, and Wei Ying sprung into action without a second's thought. Before he could reach him, Mianmian called out, "Lan Zhan, wait! You've got the wrong idea. Come back."

Lan Zhan paused, hand still on the door jamb. Wei Ying didn't think he was breathing, caught halfway between the two of them, watching Lan Zhan's straight back in his light grey suit. What, exactly, was his plan here? He had absolutely no idea.

"Lan Zhan, don't be silly," Mianmian went on. "Come back."

Slowly, glacially slowly, Lan Zhan turned around. His face was still terrifyingly blank, but when he met Wei Ying's gaze, something appeared to shift. Wei Ying couldn't even say what or how, but Lan Zhan's shoulders went down a touch and he carefully shut the door, remaining in the room.

"Good. Now," Mianmian said, grabbing her teacup and walking towards Lan Zhan. "You two have some shit to work out. I'll be on my way." With that, she shouldered past Lan Zhan and quietly exited the break room.

Which left only Wei Ying, Lan Zhan, and Wei Ying's shriveled-up dignity on the floor. Wei Ying's face was thick, but even he couldn't meet Lan Zhan's gaze for long before dropping it to somewhere in the vicinity of his chest. "Uhm…" Eloquent. Excellent start.

"Wei Ying, I…"

Wei Ying swallowed and threw a quick glance at Lan Zhan's face. His expression was pained and he, too, couldn't meet Wei Ying's eye. "Yeah?" Wei Ying prompted quietly.

Lan Zhan shut his eyes for a moment, then opened them and directed his gaze at and his next words at Wei Ying's shoes. "I owe you…a tremendous apology."

"What? Why?" Wei Ying's poor heart couldn't take this. Mianmian's words were still rattling around in his head, confusing the ever living shit out of him. "You don't—"

"I do. I…took advantage. Of you. Of your…offer. And I went too far."

Wei Ying's heart dropped all the way down to his toes. "You regret it," he said flatly without even meaning to.

Lan Zhan's gaze swung up to meet Wei Ying's. "No. That is, I…I regret that…I…" It was so rare to see Lan Zhan struggle for words that Wei Ying couldn't take his eyes off of him. He really was extraordinarily handsome. It was truly unfair. Who needed eyes like that? Nobody, that was who. Lan Zhan took a visible breath, then took one step closer to Wei Ying. As though pulled by a fishing line, Wei Ying took a step towards him. "I deeply regret making you uncomfortable and…unbalancing…what is an incredibly important friendship to me."

There were too many things hiding in that sentence. Making Wei Ying uncomfortable? Incredibly important friendship?! Lan Zhan—

It was now or never. "Lan Zhan, you're—you didn't make me uncomfortable," he began, taking another step closer to Lan Zhan. "If anything, you sort of…" Undid my entire sense of reality. Unmade me and put me back together again. Dicked me down so good, I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the weekend. "Made something abundantly clear," he said instead of saying any of the rest of it.

Lan Zhan looked…nervous. It was so strange to see, but he really did, he looked nervous, nervous about what Wei Ying was going to say, which was just so fucking wild, Wei Ying didn't know how to deal with it. "Made…what clear?"

Wei Ying took a deep breath, then let it out. Courage. He could do courage. He opened his mouth. "That I'm really, really, really fucking into you."

"Oh." Lan Zhan visibly swallowed, then moved incrementally closer to Wei Ying. "You…are?"

"Yeah. I am. And I don't want you to be into Mianmian."

Lan Zhan pulled up short. "Me—what? Mianmian?"

Wei Ying could feel the flush all the way in his ears. "Yeah, I…I thought…this whole time, I thought you were into Mianmian, and—"

"Wei Ying."

Wei Ying shut up.

"I'm gay."

Wei Ying blinked. "Oh. I mean…good. I mean…I thought, like, after Friday, that you might be into guys, but—"

And then his torrent of words was mercifully cut short by Lan Zhan closing the distance between them and kissing Wei Ying straight on his stupid mouth. Wei Ying whimpered and pressed forward, hands flying up to rest on Lan Zhan's ridiculous chest. Oh. Oh, this felt—this felt so good. It was so good, it was perfect, Lan Zhan was such a good kisser, and Wei Ying never wanted him to stop kissing him, and…shit. They were at work. In the break room. Right before everybody would be coming in to get their stuff at the end of the day.

Lan Zhan must have realized this at the same time, because he pulled back. Wei Ying's eyes fluttered open. Lan Zhan still had him by the jaw, and it was so fucking hot, he was in danger of giving himself away entirely.

Not that he hadn't already. But there were limits.

"Fuck," Wei Ying breathed, and then, looking at the straight-up dopey expression on Lan Zhan's face, cracked up. "So, I'm an idiot, huh?"

"You're a very smart man when it comes to most things," Lan Zhan responded immediately. "I…really thought you knew."

"You did?"

Lan Zhan nodded and finally let go of Wei Ying, stepping back. "I thought you were…indulging me. On Friday."

Wei Ying's eyes grew wide. "What! You thought that was a pity fuck? Are you serious?"

The tips of Lan Zhan's ears grew very, very pink. "Yes."

"And you agreed to it?" Wei Ying whispered furiously. "That would have made me such a dick!"

"I…there was very little I was going to say no to, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan said quietly. "When it came to you."

"Lan Zhaaaaan." Wei Ying covered his face with his hands. It was burning hot. "You can't just…say these things, my God, you'll end me!"

Very gently, his hands were pulled away from his face. "I can say whatever I want to you," Lan Zhan said, sounding slightly amused. "If this is going to be your reaction."

Wei Ying ripped his wrists out of Lan Zhan's hold in favor of pounding him on the chest. "Dickhead. You want to make me suffer."

"I want to make you mine."

"Fuck!" Wei Ying's hands flew back to his face. "I'm gonna die of a heart attack." Lan Zhan truly was going to be the death of him. Wei Ying made himself drop his hands and send Lan Zhan what he hoped was a devastating grin. "Yours, huh?"

"Yes." No hesitation. None. Wow.

Wei Ying looked behind Lan Zhan, in case the door was opening or something, then stepped closer to him once more and whispered, "Will you fuck me again?"

"I would fuck you right now if it wouldn't lead to an arrest for public indecency," Lan Zhan said, eyes going incredibly dark.

Wei Ying's belly flopped over. "Tonight, then."

"As soon as possible."

Wei Ying's heart was pounding so, so hard in his chest, anticipation writhing in his belly. Lan Zhan. Tonight. Fucking Wei Ying, again, this time just the two of them; just for themselves and no one else.

"Good." Wei Ying grabbed onto Lan Zhan's lapels and pulled him in for a quick but intense kiss. "Your place. Mine's a pigsty after this weekend."

"Very well." Lan Zhan's eyes were so soft, watching Wei Ying. Wei Ying was going to drown in them.

"You know…we owe Mianmian an apology. Like. A big one."

"I would agree," Lan Zhan said not without amusement. "We should apologize as soon as possible."

"Yeah, and then take her out for a meal. At least for lunch tomorrow or something."

"Very well. Let's do that."

Wei Ying couldn't stop grinning, and he couldn't help darting in for another quick kiss, one that Lan Zhan answered and prolonged, and one that made Wei Ying's toes tingle. Lan Zhan.

"We should go, then. Like. Right now. Do you have a car? Do you take the bus? How do you get home?"

"Car," Lan Zhan said tightly. "I will call us a car."

Wei Ying swallowed, then nodded vigorously. "Good. Do it. Now. I'm gonna—just gonna grab my stuff, and then we'll go."

Lan Zhan was already whipping out his phone and opening the DiDi app.

Tonight. And then—who knew? Anything was possible. Lan Zhan had sounded serious about wanting Wei Ying, which was still such a wild revelation that it couldn't all fit into Wei Ying's tiny little brain. And Wei Ying, well. Wei Ying was all in. After all, he'd been pursuing Lan Zhan since they'd first met. It just took him a little while to catch on as to why.

Tonight, tonight, tonight.

He gathered up his stuff and turned around. Lan Zhan was standing straight-backed and patient, waiting for him. He was fucking gorgeous. "Should we go?" Wei Ying sounded only a little breathless.

"Please." Lan Zhan indicated the door, like a gentleman. "After you."

Wei Ying bit his lip and grinned. "You just wanna stare at my ass, don't you?"

"Yes," Lan Zhan said without a trace of shame.

Wow. Wei Ying was completely in love with him. Who knew? Certainly not Wei Ying.

They went. They barely made it home.