Thread by @carriecmoney

Modern au where wangxian meet again 13 years after wwx moved away from their in a flurry of scandal because they accidentally match on grindr

(this premise happened to my sister actually, but we're gonna inject it with a lot more drama than hers ended up being)

Wei ying is using a fake name and an unfocused picture of his pierced nipples because of course he is. Lan zhan is using his own name but like, an artsy side profile pic his bro snapped like 8 yrs ago bc it's the only time he liked how he looked in a pic but it's oversaturated

wwx when he sees lan zhan is 6 miles away from him: hah! weird! blast from the past name! but this is michigan and lan zhan is in seattle so! must be a different guy!!
lan zhan, there on a work trip, desperate to get laid while he doesn't have to worry about scarring his son: 👋

they do the minimal amount of chatting to arrange a meetup that evening; both of them think the other is funny, but that's about it so far--
and then wwx shows up at lan zhan's hotel after dinnertime looking like THIS and it's. it's a lot!!

ofc they both immediately recognize each other when they see each other. ofc they see each other at the same time so one of them can't bail first and run away and call it off with some excuse. of course!!

wei ying nervous laughs until lan zhan has to take his arm and lead him to one of the shitty couches in the lobby before he falls apart on the mat in front of the automatic doors, getting him some water from the chilled dispenser. wei ying can't stop, he had been /so good/--

-- he hadn't contacted /anyone/ from his old life since he left, not even his siblings, no one even knew he was still /alive/. He had gotten lulled into security by the anonymity of this tiny college town, thought he was lost in the post-grad shuffle, and then THIS happens. :/

lan zhan is patient, rubbing his back as he hiccups through his water, hungry eyes watching his face like it's the water instead. wei ying chokes on the last swallow. "Miss me, lan zhan?"

"Yes."

And, well. that shuts him up.

And.

Well.

They had both planned on getting laid tonight. lan zhan had already riled himself up, thinking about those piercings and that sense of humor in his hotel bed, and now that it's /wei ying/...

Wei ying grins, a little teary. "Wanna talk about it over breakfast?"

[am i shameless enough to livetweet a sex scene at 4pm on a sunday]

[sorry my one no vote.... i'll tag the sexy bits with nsfw]

lan zhan knows better. he's a father and a professor. judgement calls are what he's known for.

he nods, stands. wei ying bounces to his feet and follows him to the elevator, tugging at his hoodie cuffs. he laughs. "yknow, lan zhan," he says, "i didn't even know you were gay!"

lan zhan has to stop in the middle of the hall and stare at the ceiling. wei ying breezes past him until it catches up to him, spinning on his heel to tilt his head at lan zhan. "huh?"

"Wei ying," lan zhan breathes to the cheap chandelier. "how."

Wei ying snorts. "how what?"

lan zhan doesn't have time to explain that he spent all of their shared high school years staring at the back of wei ying's head in calculus class, that he adopted wei ying's favorite underprivileged camp kid when he was legally allowed to, that his first wet dream was about him.

instead he storms down the hall, grabbing wei ying's elbow on the way, and punches the elevator button hard enough that it almost cracks. Wei ying laughs, still hiccuping from his bad shock reaction earlier. "so forceful!" he teases. "what happened to my delicate little Lan?"

"you left him," lan zhan snaps as the elevator doors open. "I adjusted."

wei ying whistles, sagging in lan zhan's hold as he drags them in the elevator and punches another button. "shit, dude," he says, "that's heavy. I... I'm sorry, I guess."

lan zhan sets his jaw. This /man/.

lan zhan had thought a lot about what he would do if he ever found wei ying again. actually talking about the events of his disappearance was near the top, along with every one of a-yuan's report cards. Maybe, eventually, talking about his own emotions. He'd been working on that.

Pinning him against an elevator door and shoving his tongue down his throat wasn't on the list at all. But. Well.

wei ying whimpers into his mouth, wriggling in lan zhan's hold. even through their layers, lan zhan can tell he's too skinny. Tomorrow's worry.

he's on the fourth floor, so it's not a long ride or a long kiss, but wei ying still looks debauched when the door opens behind him and sends him stumbling. lan zhan catches his wrist and stomps down the hall to his room. wei ying's laughter trails behind them, a wake of giggles.

"wowie, zhanzhan! who knew you had it in you?"

"it has been over a /decade/," lan zhan snaps as he digs for his room key with his free hand, still stomping down the hall. "did you think I would be the same as I was when I was seventeen?" he can't make the room card read right.

wei ying's hand lays over his, warm against his side. lan zhan looks up at wei ying, looking at him with the same level stare he only got in his rare serious moods.

"Hey," he says. "You wanna just talk tonight? I mean - this is a lot. Having s- I don't want to mess it up again."

lan zhan stares at him. wei ying swallows. "I mean. Or I can leave? It's not like-"

"if you leave now," lan zhan says, "I will cry."

Wei ying jerks. "Oh my God!" He grins, rubs his free hand over his face. "Lan zhan - this is emotional manipulation, how dare you-"

lan zhan leans in to kiss him, off-kilter, mouth landing on wei ying's chin. "like I said," he presses there, "I have changed."

wei ying laughs. "Maybe so," he says, "but you're still my lan zhan. I can tell."

the key reader dings. lan zhan shoulders open the door.

wei ying whistles as he steps into the room and looks around. "Fancy! Where do you work that they'll spring for something like this?"

"I teach," lan zhan answers.

wei ying snorts as he kicks off his boots. "how descriptive! lan zhan, you've always had a way with-"

lan zhan grabs him by the hood and yanks him in for a kiss, deep and shameless, tasting every tooth. his inner teenager is vibrating out of his skin and into his hands.

wei ying responds this time, humming and looping his arms around lan zhan's neck, stepping into his space.

lan zhan cups his face in both hands to hold him steady, fingers trembling in a delayed reaction. wei ying is /here/, in his arms, alive and (probably) healthy and kissing him. does he even need to go to the conference the next day? can they just stay in this room, forever?

wei ying nips his lower lip, smiling into the kiss. "this is way better than hooking up with a stranger," he whispers. "you know how hot you were in high school? baby wei ying is having a /field/day, lemme tell you."

lan zhan smiles, hiding his face in wei ying's neck. "I know."

#nsfw "lan zhan!" wei ying laughs, squeezing his neck tight. "oh, we absolutely have to unpack that, but first I've had this stupid plug in me since I left home and-"

lan zhan sinks his teeth into wei ying, right above his cheap choker. wei ying hisses and bares his neck.

#nsfw "ah- yes, so good, so /forceful/, lan zhan, please-"

lan zhan walks them thru the suite to the bedroom, hands on wei ying's hips as a guide. wei ying pulls at lan zhan's buttons, muttering to himself about how you can take the man out of the boy, but not the fashion sense-

#nsfw lan zhan pushes wei ying onto the bed. wei ying falls easily, delight glowing from his pores, long hair splaying around his head. lan zhan crawls over him and yanks out his ponytail. wei ying hisses when the elastic pulls out more than a few hairs. lan zhan frowns.

#nsfw "you should take better care of your hair," he says, then buries his hands in it and kisses wei ying again. wei ying twines around him, legs wrapping around lan zhan's hips. They're barely on the bed - lan zhan's feet are still braced on the carpet - but who cares?

#nsfw lan zhan pushes his hands up under wei ying's thin tanktop, the juts of his torso roadwork under his palms. wei ying shivers, giggles. "Your hands are so cold!"

lan zhan hums. "not for long." he slides them under wei ying to hold him and slide him back on the bedspread.

#nsfw wei ying laughs and lets lan zhan move him, bending his legs up and out to make space. lan zhan kneels at his altar, kisses his neck. wei ying sighs and pushes a hand down the back of lan zhan's collar.

"You're so good," wei ying whispers. "I can't believe i forgot that."

#nsfw lan zhan mouths at his ear. "do you want me to be good?" he asks. wei ying gasps.

"Oh-" he gulps, throat working against lan zhan's cheek. "be whoever you want to be, lan zhan," he says. "live your truths."

lan zhan shakes his head a little and blows in wei ying's ear.

#nsfw wei ying yelps and jumps, laughing more. "lan zhan!" lan zhan smirks and sits back, pushing his hands up wei ying's chest to bunch his layers at his armpits. wei ying hisses and helps him shuck them off, and... there will /definitely/ be breakfast in the morning.

#nsfw "don't leave me hanging," wei ying teases, tugging at lan zhan's half-open shirt. "i've waited, like, fifteen years for this view!"

lan zhan quirks an eyebrow and finishes unbuttoning his own shirt, watching wei ying watch him, tongue in his teeth, fingers in his own hair.

#nsfw wei ying wolf-whistles when he's done. "what do you teach, gym? swimming? being professionally hot-"

lan zhan gathers wei ying up and pulls him onto his lap, feet hooked on the mattress edge for balance as he kisses him quiet. it's far more effective than his old methods.

#nsfw the knot of wei ying's flannel, still tied around his waist, digs into their stomachs. it's grounding, a reminder that this is real. At least for tonight, wei ying's not going anywhere.

lan zhan spreads his hands out over wei ying's back, letting it dig. wei ying groans.

#nsfw wei ying lifts on his knees, making lan zhan arch to keep kissing him, hands roaming over any part of lan zhan he can touch. lan zhan swallows down his little noises and pitches forward so they don't fall off the bed, slamming wei ying into the bedspread, still kissing him.

#nsfw wei ying hooks his wrists around lan zhan's biceps braced around his head, twisting back and forth. he had never known how to keep still. maybe he needed some help with that.

#nsfw but that was probably, definitely, too much for tonight. lan zhan swallowed it down and just held his face with his hands, dry skin scraping. breakfast /and/ a moisturizer.

wei ying's core flexes as he swings his legs up to loop high around lan zhan's ribs, ankles hooking.

#nsfw he presses his hips to lan zhan's abs, the rough zipper of his jeans scraping lan zhan's oversensitive skin. "please, lan zhan," he pants. "I was /really/ looking forward to tonight, yeah?"

right. right. he had-- prepared.

#nsfw he shuffles his weight around so he can reach down and pop wei ying's fly open - why was he surprised there was nothing underneath? He should have /known/, the mo xuanyu on grindr was /definitely/ that type. why would wei ying be any different?

#nsfw lan zhan pulls wei ying's legs out of their hook so he can take his jeans all the way off, but instead of going boneless, wei ying just keeps bending, all the way back, until he can plant his heels in the dips of lan zhan's shoulders. lan zhan breathes deep. wei ying grins.

#nsfw lan zhan shoves his hands in wei ying's tight ripped jeans, pushing them down his legs and feeling them up alone the way. wei ying hums, eyes closing, grin sticking.

when lan zhan's hands are on his ankles, he tosses jeans and socks to the side, but keeps him bent.

#nsfw wei ying giggles. "okay, I'm flexible but we're /old/ now, I can't do this forever-"
lan zhan dips down to kiss the back of his left knee, his right. /now/ wei ying melts, only held off the mattress by lan zhan's hands as he kisses up/down the backs of wei ying's thighs-

#nsfw -back and forth, left to right. wei ying's little sounds keep him going, half-formed words and underbaked gasps.

he almost misses the plug, but - well. it definitely is there. wei ying wasn't lying. he mouths around it; wei ying chokes.

#nsfw he'd gotten the room ready for his stranger hookup before going down to meet them, so he flips wei ying over and guides him to stretch out on the pillows properly. wei ying sighs and nuzzles into them as lan zhan rips the last of his own clothes off and grabs the lube.

#nsfw wei ying still has his flannel on, like a plaid modesty screen flopped over his ass. lan zhan drapes over him, brushing wei ying's hair aside to kiss his nape. wei ying hums, the corner of his smile peeking out. lan zhan lowers his hips down to press against the flannel.

#nsfw wei ying's nose wrinkles. "why the hell..." he wiggles his hands down to untie the flannel, but lan zhan grinds down into it harder, biting his shoulder. wei ying gasps. lan zhan drags his teeth down wei ying's back, sliding a hand under the flannel to finger the plug base.

#nsfw "Ah - lan zhan, /please/, don't tease me, not tonight?"

lan zhan smirks. "Wei ying has always had good ideas." He eases the plug out, feeling wei ying's hitched reaction with his whole body. it's not that big - even wei ying must have some limits as to public sex toys.

#nsfw lan zhan blindly sets it aside and fumbles for the lube as he keeps mouthing over wei ying's shoulders, wei ying writhing under him. he shoves two slick fingers in wei ying and bites his open mouth, continuing the good work the plug had been performing.

#nsfw he gets to three before wei ying's little noises turn to whines of his name and a pinch between his eyebrows. he pulls his fingers out and pushes up enough to flip the flannel out of the way - later he needs to do a better job of appreciating the view - lines up, sinks in.

[aaaaaaaaand gonna pause there tonight, i'll prob pick it up again tomorrow sometime unless no one cares about this thread lmao]

[a'ight. here we go, mute this thread if you don't want more smut on your tl lol]

#nsfw wei ying's breath leaks out as lan zhan pushes in, eyes wide and unseeing, fixed on the cracked-open curtains overlooking the back lot. lan zhan bites the shitty velvet of his choker and tugs on it with his teeth; wei ying chokes harder, arching into it.

"Ah - lan zha..."

#nsfw lan zhan runs his hands up wei ying's sides to his elbows to pin them to the mattress on either side of the hotel pillow, wei ying's hands flopping onto his own head. "hell yeah," he breathes, hair fluttering. "fuck me up, lan zhan."

#nsfw lan zhan lets go of the damp choker and bites on wei ying's bared ear instead, sterling silver tanging on his tongue, and rolls his hips. wei ying gasps; lan zhan chases it, testing different time signatures with him. wei ying keeps up like he always, always knew he would.

#nsfw "why are you a... biter?" wei ying whines between gasps, pushing back hard into lan zhan's every thrust. "this is /so unfair/--how am I supposed to just live my life knowing this--I have to go to /work/ tomorrow and think about your /teeth/! Lan zhan!"

#nsfw he's almost on his elbows and knees now, limbs slipping against the terrible bedspread, feet hooked around the backs of lan zhan's calves. lan zhan lets his arms go so he can hug his waist and hold him up, keep him where he wants him. wei ying is a boiling teapot.

#nsfw wei ying scrabbles for a hold on the low headboard, legs spreading out with every beat. "God- yes, lan zhan- fuck!"

lan zhan wraps a hank of long hair around his hand and yanks. wei ying goes noiseless, mouth open, head all the way back. lan zhan's inner teenager purrs.

#nsfw he never wants to forget what this is like, wei ying warm and solid in his arms, around him, the brush of wool between them when they bend together, the length of the staircase wei ying tumbles down as he falls apart for lan zhan.

#nsfw fucking wei ying is like trying to catch a tornado, headstrong and terrifying, gale forces slipping through his fingers. lan zhan feels windswept.

"Don't - don't stop," wei ying gasps, "right there, there... please..."

lan zhan sinks his teeth into wei ying's shoulder.

#nsfw wei ying gasps like he's never taken a breath in his life, like he's rising for air, clenching around lan zhan. "touch me - you gotta touch me, i'm gonna - gonna lose it, lan zhan, I really will-"

lan zhan pitches onto his side, taking wei ying with him. wei ying yelps.

#nsfw lan zhan hitches his top leg over his arm, knee in his elbow, and reaches around to grab wei ying's dick, batting a flannel sleeve aside to get there. wei ying wheezes on a laugh, knocking back against lan zhan's shoulder and hitting him with a faceful of hair.

#nsfw "how ambitious!" wei ying's laugh hitches as lan zhan picks up his pace again, shorter staccatos with the different angle but with the same end goal. wei ying's head rolls until he can mouth over lan zhan's cheek. lan zhan turns to meet him, the kiss sloppy and wet.

#nsfw wei ying hums, jumping half an octave with each thrust. he arches, reaching back to grab the mix of their hair, chest out-

lan zhan can't believe he forgot the nipple piercings. tonight has already been so much. he'll think about that next time.

#nsfw they come like that, who knows how many measures later, wei ying twisting in his arms, foot kicking in the air, lan zhan's mouth going slack against wei ying's as he comes inside. the flannel is probably ruined.

wei ying sags, leg falling with lan zhan's motor function.

#nsfw "holy shit," he breathes, cheek pressed to lan zhan's. "What the fuck. Have you always been like this?"

Lan zhan hums and nuzzles in, curling around him, still soft inside. "no." wei ying snorts. lan zhan smiles and lifts wei ying's fingers to his lips to kiss them.

#nsfw "ah, lan zhan..." wei ying swallows, his whole body shifting with it. "you're going to ruin me for anyone else. how dare you." he stiffens. "oh, shit, did we forget a condom?"

lan zhan frowns against wei ying's knuckles. he had set one aside earlier, but... well.

#nsfw wei ying groans, presses his face into the mattress, the pillow long shoved aside. "we're /so bad/ at this," he said. "why is hookup culture so hard? now you'll never get laid again because of me."

lan zhan doesn't /not/ roll his eyes. "That is not how it works, wei ying."

#nsfw "says you!" he shifts around, pulling off lan zhan's dick with a hiss and rolling over in his embrace to frown at him, their noses brushing. "what if i have, like, the super gonorrhea, and you go insane and start writing poetry on the walls of your uncle's house-"

#nsfw lan zhan kisses him quiet, clutching him close. wei ying melts, hands curling under their chins where his arms are caught between them, legs twining together. the flannel has shifted to above wei ying's navel. they are both very sticky. lan zhan has never felt more alive.

#nsfw wei ying breaks away with a gasp. "Wait, syphilis is the crazy STD, right? what's so super about gonorrhea anyway?"

lan zhan smiles, laughs, kisses wei ying's nose. Wei ying stares, eyes shining in the yellow hotel light. lan zhan brushes his tangled hair aside.

#nsfw "it doesn't matter." he tucks the hair behind wei ying's pierced ear. He hasn't even counted them yet. "we can be diseased together."

wei ying swallows. "oh, lan zhan," he breathes. "you're /so/ good." his lip wobbles, and he buries his face in lan zhan's chest.

#nsfw lan zhan holds him as close as he can, closing his eyes just to feel him breathe better.

if wei ying thinks he's going to let go now, well. lan zhan /has/ changed in their time apart. he intends to prove it.

wei ying laughs into his sternum, wet and jerky. "I'm so gross."

#nsfw lan zhan hums. it is true, after all. "This hotel has good water pressure." wei ying laughs again. It sounds like it comes easier this time. "shall we?"

wei ying hums, mouth pursing where it's pressed to lan zhan's chest. "in a minute," he whispers. "just - gimme a sec."

#nsfw they do end up squeezing in the shower together, lan zhan making sure to work his travel shampoo thoroughly though wei ying's hair, wei ying giggling as he awkwardly bends down for it, water dripping over his smile. lan zhan even gets wei ying to lay still for a massage.

#nsfw his skin soaks up the lotion and more, wei ying boneless and sleepy, face twitching when lan zhan finds the knots under his skin. his face twitches a lot.

"wei ying should drink more water," he observes. wei ying's nose wrinkles. lan zhan kisses it.

#nsfw they start talking after the lights go out, wei ying molded to lan zhan's back as he tells disjointed anecdotes of the new polyhedral his life had, eventually, taken the form of. lan zhan holds his palms to his mouth through it, dry kisses over his life line. he missed him.

#nsfw it'll take them months of calls, visits, and dropping wei ying's CV in lan zhan's colleague's inboxes to extract him from his backwater hole and reel him back home. right now, though, lan zhan relaxes in wei ying's hold.

before they sleep, he deletes grindr from his phone.

🌸and that's the end! hope you had fun :3c 🌸

lxc when lwj gets back from the conf on sat: so how was your trip?
lwj: *holds up phone with a selfie of them that wwx took when they went out to eat the day after this thread*
lxc: ..........................

lxc is a HUGE gossip ofc so it takes like, 4 hours for the jiang sibs to find out. it takes 5 hours for jiang cheng to show up at lan zhan's door and bully him via spoiling sizhui into giving him wei ying's contact info. it takes 5.5 hours for wei ying's phone to BLOW THE FUCK UP

there is a lot of screaming and crying involved and they probably hang up on each other/call back immediately like 5 times, but in the end they phone call-hug it out and never speak of it again

wei ying comes back to seattle like.... 4 weeks later? after the semester is over/the next cheap airfare time for a week. he stays with lan zhan most of the time except for a night he gets wasted at jc's and passes out on the loveseat.

a-yuan is, to put it politely...

like he kinda remembers this guy? but also he absolutely does not. but he seems fun, and his dad seems so happy when he's around, and he's 17 and thinks that his weird piercings and wild stories are the coolest thing ever

All of his friends think that Wei ying is the COOLEST adult alive, and he never forgets to invite a-yuan along/include him in shit, and he can actually help with his math homework, so that's nice? But also he's having every teenager's worst nightmare of realizing his dad Fucks

Lying awake every night. Knowing very punk, very sexual Wei ying is in his house. They did not even pretend to make up the guest room. They are DOWN THE HALL.

After a full night of freaking out, jingyi laughs his ass off then asks if he wants to sleep over at his place tonight

Son-of-a-single-and-mingling-mom jingyi (yes I will die in this hill bite me) is very used to 1. Knowing his mom Fucks 2. Dealing with semi-strangers in his house to do it, so they have long midnight sleepover convos about it for that first week until a-yuan's head is better.

The night before Wei ying goes back to the upper peninsula, he and a-yuan find themselves alone on the back porch after dinner, and they have a nice chat about life and where they see themselves in it. Wei ying doesnt treat him like a kid - well, mostly.

he does like, ruffle his hair a lot and call him precious, but he listens, and takes what he says seriously, and never tries to tell him that he's too young to feel/think x. And wei ying is just absolutely delighted that his fave lil munchkin turned out so good!

Anyway, a-yuan likes this guy. He likes that he makes his dad happy, too. He tentatively approves, and tells his dad as much, and knows it was the right move when his dad smiles at him for it.

He still sleeps at jingyi's when Wei ying visits but... Baby steps.

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