Wei WuXian gave the nursemaid what he hoped was a 'thank you' smile instead of an 'I just fucked up; please kill me now' smile. Which was honestly how he felt.
"Wei Yuan slept early and hasn't had any nightmares," she whispered. And left him to his thoughts and a sleeping child.
"'We're both men.' No, Wei WuXian, we're not both men." Obviously Lan WanJi was a god, not a mere mortal.
Standing there in only his shirt with his hair loose, not even the GusuLan ribbon holding it back, HanGuang-Jun looked... Wei WuXian sank to sit on his heels, hands clasped around his shins, forehead thunking lightly on his knees. "What the fuck did I just do?"
He hadn't lied about his reasons for interrupting Lan Zhan's bedtime routine. He really did need to talk through the curse. The library was full of people he didn't actually want to know about said curse. Jiang Cheng was in hiding (mostly from marriage minded fathers of eligible daughters). And Nie HuaiSang really was absurdly drunk and waxing poetic about a bird/fan.
His mouth had continued talking about the curse, somehow, but the rest of his body forgot how to behave. The comb sliding through inky hair, tantalizingly revealed and then hid Lan Zhan's nape. Wei Ying's mouth went dry at the impulse to kiss the skin there, to suck gently on an earlobe. To suck harder and place a bruise into that curve where the neck met the shoulder.
And then he'd suddenly gotten a mouthful of saliva and promptly inhaled it. Somehow he'd managed to laugh off that bit of elegant brilliance. Lan WangJi, at the very least, pretended that grown men choked on their spit all the time. Ha ha ha.
He'd tried to walk the room, instead of just blabbering on and on watching while Lan Zhan combed his hair. That had worked up until Lan Zhan removed his shirt and Wei Ying's mind went completely blank.
Lan WangJi, dressed in his traditional multiple layers of robes, hair impeccably dressed was a beautiful man. In just a shirt with his hair loose, he was gorgeous.
Half naked though?
And then Lan Zhan started washing up. Wei Ying suddenly wished his tongue was a drying towel so he could lap up the drops of water left behind. Would his arm skin taste the same as his shoulder? The wet cloth moved to the torso, rubbing over pecs and small brown nubs that hardened even further from the slight abrasion. Wei Ying's mouth watered at the all encompassing desire to suck on those nubs, to see if his tongue could make them tighten more, to see what noises Lan Zhan would make.
It was the cloth tracing abdominal ridges that caused Wei Ying to walk into a support column. He babbled some nonsense about rotations while hitting his head on the column because pain was the only way to even slightly calm his body down.
Even now, after a long walk through the cold air, he was still so aroused.
Hiding behind his privacy screen, he took himself in hand and pictured a generically beautiful woman wearing a single layer of barely opaque silk. She walked behind him, soft breaths playing with his neck hair, fingers splaying lightly over his chest. His hand moved faster as he imagined her pressing forward, soft breasts squishing into his back. Except it wasn't softness he 'felt', but muscled pecs tipped with hard nipples. The voice he wanted to imagine as soft and sweet saying 'show me how you like it', came out in a lower register and sounded just like Lan Zhan. He exploded all over his fingers at 'hearing' the jade's voice.
Panting harshly, Wei Ying cleaned himself up. "What is wrong with me?" he whispered. "This isn't a war camp! There's no need for me to... to take comfort from Lan Zhan like that."
To become aroused while kissing was one thing. To become aroused while merely looking was another. To finish while imagining his friend's voice?

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Second Time Around
FanfictionThe Stygian Tiger Amulet exploded both space and time allowing Wei WuXian to return to an earlier point in his life. Given a second chance to do it all over again.... Will he be able to save the Wen and his sister? Or is he doomed to repeat the...