Oh no, I fell into sangcheng hell... send help (in the form of a comment if you don't mind).
Btw this fic is set in the same AU as Chicken Soup, though both stories are not necessarily related and this can be read as a standalone. Some things of the other fic are referenced but they are minor, consider them easter eggs :'D
Spring Semester
1
They couldn't actually say when exactly it had started; they didn't bother to remember it. They for sure knew it had to be at some home party, submerged into too much alcohol than their dumb barely-actual-adult bodies could handle. Both would be lying if they ever said they could recall who kissed whom, who was flirting or if there had been any flirting at all. Maybe everybody else was passed out drunk and they though it would be fun to try this thing called "fuck one of my closest friends and then go on with life". Maybe they actually fooled around all night before falling into someone's bed.
No one would ever know.
They also never really discussed it, yet there was this non-verbal agreement of keeping it a secret. Not because of shame, because if something their friendship with Wuxian taught them was to deal with shame, but for a series of other reasons. Jiang Cheng because he just didn't want to deal with the drama (because even though this was university life, it still sometimes felt like a school yard, slash soap opera); Huaisang wasn't willing to have his brother on his back, nagging how he was anything but studying. Right, and no homo (jk).
So they never talked about it.
The fact that their closest friend was denser than a concrete wall helped keeping it a secret. And if anybody else knew… No one seemed to be discussing it, and Huaisang would have known it. He could be a lot of things but deaf to gossip wasn't one of them.
They certainly hadn't intended it to be anything serious, nor a common occurrence, but since Wuxian started dating (finally officially) Wangji, he was so absent from the apartment he shared with Jiang Cheng that… well… They were still horny teenagers to an extent. Still, it wasn't like they were dating. They didn't have the time for that, nor did they really care for anything but the sex part.
It was a spring Saturday afternoon. They had just gotten back to uni, another semester freshly started. Wuxian was over at the Lan's apartment, but they had plans to go out drinking, so he should come back anytime. As Jiang Cheng got out of the shower, Huaisang, who had showered first, was still entangling his hair.
"Your really have no hair dryer?"
"You ask the same thing every time you're over," Wanyin complained and dropped next to him on the bed. He dried his own hair in half the time his friend with benefits needed. "Why do you even keep it that long? Isn't it annoying?"
"This is how I seduce my men," Huaisang jokingly replied as he got up from the bed and winked, flipping his hair dramatically over his shoulder. Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes.
"Your men, sure." He laughed and threw his damp towel at him. Huaisang squeaked as he caught it and threw it back, Jiang Cheng dodging it and lying back on the bed.
"Well, I'm not getting as much dick as I used to in my golden days but that might be your fault," he continued as he approached the bed again, climbing on top of his friend. Wanyin wasn't really listening though, taking it all for empty banter. He looked at him, so comfortable on top of his body, and his hand just couldn't stay still, creeping up to squeeze his thighs.
"You know you can't really fool me, right? I was your first after all," he mocked confidently, yet fell silent as he noticed Huaisang eyebrows arch. "What?"
"My first?" Huaisang was barely biting back his laughter. Jiang Cheng felt a little bit of panic and shame rising in his chest as he realized what he had said.
"…I wasn't?"
"Of course not."
Jiang Cheng blinked. Huaisang did too, though he recovered faster from the confusion and a mischievous grin appeared on his face as he bent down, closing the distance between their faces.
"A-Cheng" he murmured lowly, close to his ear, and a shiver ran down the other's spine. "Are you jealous?"
Wanyin snorted.
"Of course not. I'm just… I… I thought you were like my brother."
"Dude." Huaisang jolted away almost too abruptly and Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, invading him a mixture between shame and a laugh. "That sounded so weird on so many levels."
"You know what I meant!" Jiang Cheng protested and tried to get up, but Huaisang pushed him back against the mattress.
"Maybe I don't?" He laughed and stared him down.
"Yes, you do. And for clarification, because you're an idiot, I meant it as in I thought you were a dumb virgin with just a big lying mouth."
"How rude, A-Cheng." Huaisang feigned a blush and covered his moth with a hand, turning his head away. "And now you have hurt my feelings."
"More like you pride," Jiang Cheng countered, unmoved by his little act.
He was about to add something more when they heard the front door, and Huaisang sighed, getting off of him.
"Seems like the virgin with just a big lying mouth is back home," he whispered. "But don't think I'm over with you."
He tossed a playful smile towards him, yet Cheng somehow felt more threatened than anything else.
Wuxian had brought tequila, so they would be downing shots before going out. And there was beer left in the fridge. They sprawled on the sofa in the living room and their friend didn't seem to notice that a few hours ago the two sitting on each side of him had been doing the devil's tango. Right there. On that same sofa.
Jiang Cheng sometimes casually glanced at his adoptive brother, as if he thought Wei Ying could actually sense if someone had been getting some, but then he remembered that this was the same person who like three months ago had his first time and was living the drama because of it. Yeah, Wuxian was really the smallest of his concerns right now. Which was a lot to say.
"By the way, you don't mind if Wangji and some other guys tag along, right?"
"Of course not, why didn't you invite them right away?" Huaisang answered.
"The guys are pre-drinking at another friend's place that lives way too far away," Wuxian explained. "And my dearest husband-"
"Boyfriend."
"Shut up, Jiang Cheng. My husband had some errands to run, so he will be arriving later."
"So the rich also run errands?" Wanyin laughed and Wuxian nudged him with his elbow.
"Don't talk like you're not pretty privileged too."
"Never on a Lan level. Maybe Huaisang can compete there, but not us."
"Yeah, can't deny that." They both laughed as their friend let out an offended 'hey!'. Wuxian took the tequila bottle and poured three shots more as Huaisang urged Jiang Cheng to cut more lemon slices.
"I'm the richer one here, so I don't get to work." He mocked them back and Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes as he cut a new lemon.
By the time Wangji arrived, the tequila was gone and Wuxian and Huaisang had convinced Wanyin to open the whiskey bottle he had been "hiding" in his room from Wuxian. He barely greeted the three with a nod, just before his boyfriend made a somersault into his arms. He caught him as if he was just so used to it already, and Wuxian cackled at Jiang Cheng rolling his eyes.
"You're just jealous your big bro doesn't have any time for you anymore," he teased him and almost got a cushion thrown at his face if it wasn't for Wangji slapping it away on time.
Huaisang chuckled as he began pouring an additional drink.
"Oh, he's not drinking." Wuxian hurriedly stopped him and his friend blinked.
"You sure?" He looked at Wangji and the law major nodded. "Oh, ok… you're driving?"
"He doesn't drink, A-Sang!"
Huaisang arched an eyebrow, then finished pouring the drink now for himself, muttering something along the lines of "if that's the case you would still be a virgin…". Something like a grin made Jiang Cheng's lips jerk a bit before he pressed them back into their usual flat line. While Wuxian ushered his boyfriend to the armchair and went looking for some water or juice, his brother shoved his glass towards Huaisang. He had wanted to save up that bottle considering it was some fine stuff gifted to him by his sister, but now that the bottle was open, he didn't mind anymore. There was still a sip or so left in it when they finally got up to make their way to the downtown. As he was fumbling with his keys, locking the door, Wuxian draped himself over his boyfriend, acting like the fool he was, and Huaisang, quite entertained by the show, stood on the side patiently. Eventually they were on the way.
Huaisang had wanted to check out a bar they hadn't been to that was hosting some kind of student party. It was already quite lively. Not packed but not deserted either. They seized one of the few empty tables and sat down as Wuxian checked his phone to find out where his other friends where at. As soon as he confirmed that they were nearby, Huaisang and him got up to go fetch some drinks, leaving back two very silent Jiang Cheng and Wangji. The former wondered why the latter even agreed to come with them. Probably to make sure Wuxian would make it home… be it either of the possible homes, he thought.
More people streamed into the bar and the music started to get louder and louder. As group after group of friends came in, they downed one shot after the other, until they started to feel it in their wallets and went back to beer. Maybe a bad idea, but whatever. Wuxian was soon back on his boyfriend's lap, his excuse being that there weren't enough chairs. Jiang Cheng just stared at him, maybe a little bit drunk, but didn't say anything as some other guy was enthusiastically chatting about… sportscars? He wasn't even sure, most of the time the music didn't even let him hear him. He was relieved when someone else took control of the conversation.
It might have been around two o'clock when half of the group wanted to go dancing and they parted. As they left the bar, Jiang Cheng got up and stumbled towards the bar, being soon followed by Huaisang. They got themselves whiskey (again) and stayed there, leaning on the edge of the sticky surface of the counter. Huaisang was a bit red in the face, probably because of the alcohol, or maybe it was just the lights. He nibbles on the rim of the glass as he was watching some prototypic college dudes play darts on the side. Jiang Cheng got stuck watching him.
'Did you actually know Wuxian was a virgin before boning Lan Wangji?'
Huaisang had been just as shocked as he had been when finding out. Now that he thought about it, he could have touched the subject back then and it wouldn't be that weird. Now it would just be weird.
"You're still thinking about it." Huaisang interrupted his brooding. He was looking now at him maybe had been for longer without him noticing. Time was a weird thing when alcohol was involved. It wasn't a question, yet Jiang Cheng decided to act as if he didn't know what he was talking about, raising both eyebrows. Huaisang stayed unimpressed at his act. "Come on. You're distracted."
"I might be just too drunk." He opted for that excuse, looking down to his glass. In any other situation he would have never used that tactic, he was quite proud of his alcohol tolerance (another benefit of his close relationship with a specific drunkard).
"Sure," Huaisang sighed, moving his glass in his hands while his eyes wandered over the bar. A group passed by them and a girl turned to greet him. Her cheerfulness showed what an actual drunk sounded like. After some small talk and a sloppy hug, her friends tugged her away to sit at one of the tables.
"You know I had herpes back then because of one of those girls we met at that party in the park," Huaisang spoke again once they were out of earshot.
"Making out doesn't equal sex," Jiang Cheng retorted and Huaisang sighed.
"Well no… but if I get the chance, I'm not saying no… right? And I wasn't a virgin already back then."
"Hm."
He wasn't sure if the other was agreeing with or reprimanding him. It's not like he's his mother, brother or actual partner to have any right to lecture him. And neither judge him, even though Huaisang knew they tended to have quite different views on a variety of topics.
"Was I…?"
"No."
"Ah, thank god. I would feel bad if we had both forgotten your first time." They both discreetly peeked at Wangji still sitting with Wuxian on his lap and listening to whatever his boyfriend was rambling about.
"Yeah, no offence, but I wouldn't have my first time drunk."
"I was. I mean, not that drunk… and it's not like it's such an important thing anyway."
Huaisang shrugged and swallowed the rest of his glass, leaning over the bar to ask for more. Jiang Cheng fell silent. He considered himself team "your first time should be special", but if he was completely honest to himself, he didn't have any contact with that person from back then anymore. He didn't even care about her nowadays, nor did he know what had been of her, where she was at that moment. It's been years and he had changed too much so that it would matter anymore with whom he had slept that first time. He wasn't even taking it seriously now. He looked at Huaisang, taking advantage of the moment he was too busy getting more alcohol for them. He did like him as a friend and even though he wasn't actively pursuing other people, it wasn't as if he was committed to him. It was just a nice thing they had to pass time. Work off some tension. Why not do it with someone he knew, trusted and thought was one of the best-looking people he knew?
Like yeah… no denying there. Huaisang was a fucking snack. He would be stupid to not tap that ass. But that was it. He wouldn't be thinking about that stuff anymore later when he was pushing Huaisang against some random wall outside the bar, kissing his mouth bruised and sliding his hands under his shirt.
When he woke up, his head was pounding, though not that strongly as it had on other occasions. Just a moderate headache. Good. Huaisang was curled up next to him, his body providing a pleasant warmth against his own. He could hear faint snores from the room next door, meaning that Wuxian was sleeping at home. Possibly Wangji too. His memories from the time they got home were a bit messy, unorganized and would possibly stay that way, but he remembered enough to know that he and Huaisang hadn't been too noisy. Wuxian was passed out when they arrived, and Wangji seemed like he was going to fall asleep the moment he touched the mattress anyways, so he was certain that they hadn't noticed anything.
He got up, careful to not wake up his lover, and stumbled to the kitchen after putting on some pants, dragging his feet over the cold ceramic floor. He drank two glasses of water to quench the post-drinking thirst, stretched lazily, finally checking the time.
"Morning," someone grumbled as they appeared too.
"It's almost noon."
"Good noon, then." Huaisang yawned and let his body down on the stool next to the table.
"Hungry?"
"Oh, God no, please. No food."
Cheng let out a soft chuckle and passed him his glass newly filled. Huaisang drank eagerly. He was now dressed in the t-shirt he wore last night and his boxers. He had just emptied his third glass when Wanyin's roommate peeked his head into the kitchen.
"What, you're both up already?" Wuxian muttered as he joined them in the kitchen, looking at Huaisang. "Oh, hey. I thought you had gone back to your place." He yawned as he sat down. "Your brother isn't going to be mad?"
"Nah," his friend barely answered and shook his head.
Jiang Cheng stayed next to the water sink, leaning against the counter after he passed Wuxian a glass too.
"Did you sleep on the couch? Aren't you sore?"
"Nope, in A-Cheng's bed."
"Huh, and he didn't kick you while you were sleeping? He has a really small bed; you should have come sleep with me."
"Weren't you with Lan Wangji?"
"Yeah, but he left ridiculously early, stayed just like one hour or so… Which makes me feel a bit bad for just sleeping, heh."
Jiang Cheng froze for a second, trying to remember how long he and Huaisang had actually stayed up after getting home. Then he calmed down as he didn't think Lan Wangji would care enough to tell Wei Ying anything. They didn't close the door though…
Huaisang yawned again.
"Sorry, I guess I was just too tired to care."
"Well, can't blame you. Last night was wild!"
The now music student laughed softly, as if he was evading making too much noise. He took another few sips of water before getting up, announcing he would lie down a bit more as he left the kitchen.
Jiang Cheng and Huaisang looked at each other, small grins of pure entertainment.
"Sometimes I feel a bit bad about him," Huaisang whispered. Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes.
"Don't, or the whole campus will be talking about stuff that's only half true."
Huaisang chuckled; he couldn't actually deny that.
He left soon after that, ready to keep on sleeping in his own bed. His brother was just as knocked out. Not like he could say anything about staying out and drinking, that would be hypocritical. He snuck into his room, stripped and crashed on his mattress, letting out a relieved sigh. It didn't matter how comfortable he slept next to Jiang Cheng, there was nothing like one's own bed. Nothing.
He slept through the afternoon. When he woke up—feeling a little less tired but still with a slight buzz behind his ears—he could hear his brother move through the apartment, towards the kitchen. He heard the microwave clink and then lethargic steps in the corridor. He yawned and stretched, and then the door opened.
"You finally waking up?" his brother huffed, sounding hoarse. Huaisang automatically sunk back under his duvet.
"You could knock, what if I was changing?
"Shut up, I used to change your diapers," his brother grumbled. "Are you going to eat something?"
Huaisang grunted, his eyes barely peeking out from under the blanket. "Fried eggs?"
"Fine."
Without any other word, Mingjue turned around and made his way back to the kitchen. Huaisang sighed and tapped around until he found his phone. And just to be sure he didn't do anything dumb he couldn't remember; he checked his social media and latest messages to confirm he didn't send out any drunk messages.
Wuxian had already sent him a meme, which made him grin. They texted for a while over the business class group chat from which Wuxian never left after changing his major. Someone else joined them after a while, commenting something about some Instagram stories Huaisang apparently had made. After a quick check up, he confirmed they weren't anything embarrassing.
He wondered if Jiang Cheng was up again too and checked the reads in his own messages, seeing his name among other group members. He opened the private chat and messaged him asking what he was up to.
Cooking, was the short answer.
Hunger finally hit?
More like wx got hungry but u know hes banned from cooking.
Huaisang laughed at the thought of Jiang Cheng grudgingly cooking for Wuxian after cursing him for not knowing to cook decently. Not that he blamed him, Wuxian was an awful cook. He was about to reply, when Jiang Cheng beat him to it.
Why? Already missing me?
The smug, grinning emoji that followed hit him by surprise. He wasn't used to Jiang Cheng joking around in a flirty manner. Shamelessly flirting, however, was Wuxian's style, and for a second, he considered the music student had taken Jiang Cheng's phone. Jiang Cheng, though, seemed to notice his hesitation, because he soon followed up with a third text.
I'm joking, relax.
He almost led out a relieved sigh.
Don't scare me like that I thought you were wx!
Heat went up his face, probably because he was now feeling ashamed to panic while thinking they had been exposed, and maybe even too, because he had just lost his chill in front of Jian Cheng, the guy with literally zero chills in his body. At least it was over chat, Jiang Cheng tended to seem more relaxed when typing (even though he still sounded angry because he insisted on finishing his texts with a period). But it was still sort of humiliating. He cursed under his breath and endured his friend's teasing.
You are too kind to think he could get his hands on my phone.
Im not dumb enough to underestimate him, he can be clever
You overestimate him, he just tried to dry his favorite underwear in the microwave.
Ok, maybe Jiang Cheng was onto something. He still wasn't convinced that they could act that carefree if they really wanted to keep Wuxian in the dark. Again, not that he was enjoying hiding stuff from one of his best friends, but it just didn't seem that bad considering it wasn't a serious thing, just a laidback fuckbuddy relationship.
And maybe, just maybe, all that sneaking around was getting more and more exciting for him. Maybe that was the reason why, a few days later, Jiang Cheng texted him to come over.
What about Wuxian?
Away, take a guess where.
K But im hungry :v
So they met up at McDonald's. As they stood in line, Huaisang scrolled down on his phone, talking about some gossip he probably had been saving for Wuxian but now was spilling to Jiang Cheng. He listened while checking out the menu, watching out for new deals and setting his mind on something. When they reached the cashier, Huaisang finally started thinking about what he wanted to eat.
"Ah, for me a BigMac and a big Coke."
Jiang Cheng unconsciously smirked, looking down while he fished in his pocket for his wallet, when suddenly Huaisang cursed.
"Shit, I forgot my wallet."
Jiang Cheng didn't even look up.
"Don't worry, I'll pay," he decided and reached the cashier two twenties.
Huaisang thanked him and took napkins and two straws for their beverages. While they waited for their food, he stashed away his phone in his backpack. Once they got their food, they searched for a table, finding one in a corner. Perfect, Jiang Cheng thought as they sat down.
"So, does this make this our first official date then?" Huaisang joked and Jiang Cheng almost choked on his soda.
"What?"
"Just kidding, jeez." Huaisang laughed and reached him the paper napkins. "I was saying because you so heroically paid for my food."
"And now I will expect you to pay it back," he replied as he cleaned up what he had spilled.
Huaisang pouted.
"Would it be that awful to imagine dating me?" he asked unexpectedly.
Jiang Cheng looked up at him.
"Would you actually be exclusive to someone?"
His friend raised a brow.
"Yes? Of course."
Jiang Cheng sighed and didn't answer further. He didn't intend for it to become a serious conversation. As he concentrated on his burger, Huaisang took out his phone again. He wondered if he had actually offended him with his question. He knew that, sometimes, his bantering was bad and, often, misunderstood. But he thought Huaisang would actually get it. To reassure him now that he wouldn't mind dating him, though, seemed to be a bit too late and would rather sound weird. He thought. So he just ate in silence.
Maybe McDonald's wasn't the best choice if one intended on kissing someone later, yet neither of them seemed to mind as he pressed Huaisang against the mirror in the elevator, leaning down to devour his mouth. He could feel the icy taste of the mint chewing gum he had moments before and it made everything a bit less gross. Huaisang panted the second he broke away from his lips, but his hands were restless, slipping under his shirt as Jiang Cheng left kisses around his neck.
"And I thought you would actually last until we got to the apartment," he teased and Jiang Cheng growled against his throat.
"We're almost there anyway."
Huaisang giggled, maybe because of his answer or maybe because he was the most ticklish person he had ever met. That still wasn't keeping him away from his soft, creamy neck. He resisted the urge to bite him, though. From the corner of his eye he saw the red numbers ascend until they reached his floor, and he reluctantly separated from his friend. They stumbled out into the thankfully empty hallway as Jiang Cheng patted around his jeans to find his keys.
"Need some help with that?" Huaisang laughed and tried to slap him on the ass, and Jiang Cheng surprisingly let him.
"Having fun there?" He grinned as he let him in.
Before Huaisang could answer, another kiss crash landed on his lips and he was pushed towards a room he already knew well enough. As they staggered towards the bed, clothes were torn off on the way and left forgotten on the floor, having none of the students any use for them at the moment. Pushing Jiang Cheng onto the bed, Huaisang, now completely naked, pulled Wanyin closer in an embrace. He slung his arms around Jiang Cheng's neck, feeling his nape and then grabbing his hair as he appreciated their bare chests together, the nice feeling of skin on skin making him warm and spiking his horniness even more. He climbed on top of his lover, grabbing the lube bottle from the drawer.
"Sure, help yourself," Jiang Cheng mocked and Huaisang stuck out his tongue.
"Do you want to smash me or not?"
"Becky lemme' smash," he quipped before both started laughing hysterically.
Huaisang kept his eyes locked on him, drinking in the image of Jiang Cheng actually laughing without care. Maybe Huaisang liked the image a bit too much, as he started pushing fingers into himself. Jiang Cheng's hands were all over him until he was slowly and teasingly masturbating Huaisang, but keeping him from finishing too fast. He started panting, biting his lower lip as he tried to push his fingers as deep as he could. Jiang Cheng propped up as far as he could to kiss his abdomen and another giggle gurgled in his throat.
"Stop that, you're going to kill it."
"It's not my fault you're that ticklish."
Jiang Cheng smiled and helped with one of his own fingers, but Huaisang squirmed away.
"Wait, I think it's enough," he finally said.
Jiang Cheng nodded, looking for a condom, making himself a mental note that they were almost out of them. Whatever, they still had enough for one or two quickies. He put one on and Huaisang positioned himself on top of him, steading himself with one hand on his shoulder as he used the other one to guide him inside. A low groan pushed from the back of his throat as he felt himself squeezing into him, going slow as he didn't want to be that brute who hurt his partner. He held him by the hips and Huaisang grabbed onto his other shoulder to, but he barely waited a few seconds before trying to move. He ended up hugging Jiang Cheng and Wanyin laughed against his shoulder.
"So who's the eager one now?" he murmured softly as he helped him move. Huaisang slapped his back and he laughed again, but with no malicious undertone.
Their moves started to become faster after a moment or two. When Huaisang let out a breathless whimper that sounded especially good in his ears, he couldn't hold himself back anymore and he wasn't alone. Huaisang's moves on top of him got hastier, a bit more erratic, and way more desperate.
"Mhh… fuck," he hissed, fisting his hair as he tried to move faster, closing his eyes as the just completely let go, feeling so, so close…
"Hey, bro! I'm ho-"
The three of them froze.
Wuxian's jaw would have made a hole in the floor if it wasn't attached to his head. Jiang Cheng went completely pale, even more the moment his brother seemed to recover enough from the shock to start shouting.
"What the…? You two?"
His eyes darted incredulously from one friend to the other. Jiang Cheng and Huaisang looked at each other, too, unable to decide who should say something. Finally, Jiang Cheng huffed, shoving Huaisang carefully away from him. His friend with benefits reached for the blanket and casually left it on his lap to save himself some decency.
"Ok, so you got us. Don't make that face, it's not that shocking," he grumbled, trying to somehow make the situation less dramatic.
Wuxian wasn't having it.
"How do you want me to not be shocked!? I just witnessed my two brothers fucking!"
"Wuxian, what the fuck?"
Huaisang, on the other hand, just raised an eyebrow. "I'm a bit concerned about the brother fetish in this family…"
"There's no brother fetish, shut up." Jiang Cheng snapped and went back to Wuxian. "Yes, the two of us. At least you could knock on the door, you know?"
"The door was freaking open?" Wuxian protested.
"Is that my fault? You're not supposed to be here!"
"I live here!"
"Weren't you at the Lan's? And you always make a lot of noise when you arrive!"
"You're always complaining about it. How is that my fault now!? And no, I was in class… or I was going to, but they cancelled today! Yes, I was going to attend class, by the way!"
"Oh my God, just shut up," Jiang Cheng groaned exasperated.
Huaisang was peering alternatingly from one brother to the other, a small, amused yet discreet curve on his lips.
"Well… whatever, the cat is now out of the bag."
"You mean your deceit is now exposed?"
"Oh, please, don't be like that. We have been pretty obvious at certain moments and you haven't noticed anything in like six months…"
"Wait… you were fucking for that long!? That's even longer than Lan Zhan and I are together!"
"How is that relevant?" Jiang Cheng inquired.
"I would have told you!" Wuxian exclaimed, truly offended.
"Yes, I believe that. That's why we didn't tell you." Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and Huaisang was worried they would finally get stuck back there. He himself offered Wuxian an apologetic smile.
"It's not like we're… a thing. It's just… sometimes when we're bored?"
Something like disappointment seemed to cross Wuxian's face but he immediately puffed his cheeks.
"Still. I thought we were friends!"
"And now he's being dramatic." Wanyin sighed and got up, fishing for his underwear and pants and getting dressed. He left the room and soon after they heard the coffee machine. Huaisang just helplessly shrugged and took his clothes too.
"It's really not that serious," he insisted and put them on.
Wuxian was still standing at the door, like he didn't know what to do or say. Should he just walk away to his room? Somehow, it felt rude towards Huaisang. He scratched his head.
"If you say so…"
"I guess we also didn't want to make it weird among us."
"You know that seeing you get nailed by my brother makes it weirder than just being told that you two like to blow off steam together." Wuxian laughed ironically and Huaisang finally had the decency to blush, and Wuxian relaxed and replaced his outraged frown with a smirk.
"So you like the type that likes to act straight?"
"I'm not having this conversation with him close by." Huaisang cut him off, but he was grinning back. "We both could die…"
Wuxian snickered and went ahead to grab some coffee too.
To his credit, Wuxian didn't tell everyone. He did tell his boyfriend, obviously, and it might have slipped to Yanli, but Jiang Cheng wasn't worried about his sister. Wen Ning must have heard it too, he was sure, but even though the guy irritated him, he knew he wasn't a talker. At all. Which was one of the few good qualities Jiang Cheng acknowledged in him.
Still, it was a matter of time.
Huaisang and Wuxian seemed to be the same as always. At home, though, things did get a bit weird. Not dramatically, but something was… just weird. Wuxian wasn't home a lot of time anyway, but when he was, he always carefully avoided the issue.
"I mean, I always knew you had the gay in you." He would mock him, but it never went further than that.
Jiang Cheng almost felt like he did want to talk about it. He knew Huaisang and Wuxian had discussed it thoroughly, and it kind of made him envious of that aspect of their friendship, something he barely had with anyone. But again, it wasn't like he would seek out to talk with someone about it, considering it was still technically a secret. And, in general, he just wasn't a talker. It was always Huaisang who had to coax the words out of him and guess his thoughts.
"He's thinking way too much about it."
"About what? This thing you two have that is not a thing?"
Huaisang just slurped his coke. In front of him, his Big Mac was half eaten and Wuxian was finishing his own fries.
"I just hope he's not overthinking it," Wuxian continued, seeing that his friend didn't have any intention of elaborating. "Poor boy gets too frustrated when he uses his head too much."
Huaisang nodded, yet he kept being silent, like he was thinking hard too. Or was just absentminded. Wuxian cocked his head to the side.
"How come even… y'know. You two."
His friend shrugged.
"Actually, I don't know." He choked out a soft laugh. "It just happened, I guess."
Wuxian frowned.
"Boo, boring. Come on, you gotta give me something juicier than that."
"Sorry." Huaisang laughed apologetically and sighed. "I mean, I always thought I would fuck him given the opportunity."
"Yeah, but isn't that like… your life motto?"
"Rude. I like sex, but that doesn't mean it's the definition of my personality."
Wuxian just laughed it off. "I know, I know. I'm just kidding. So, you like gruffy boys with a bad temper."
"He only has a bad temper because of you."
"And I am rude?"
Wuxian started laughing and Huaisang gave him a soft nudge.
Things hadn't changed that much. They still went out together that weekend, and Wuxian and him still hung out on campus when neither of them had classes. Jiang Cheng still texted back so everything seemed fine. They hadn't been alone since, which didn't mean anything. They just didn't have the time at the moment. Projects were coming up and so they had to actually do some work for uni. After lunch, he and Wuxian took separate ways and he strolled to the library. After snatching together the books he needed, he sat down at one of the desks and started inspecting the content table of the first one.
It was silent in the library, quite a contrast after spending two hours with his loudest friend. He got bored easily too. However, this was an essay for his minor, so it was less tiring for him to get it done. He was halfway through when he stood up for a needed stretch and looked down on his phone.
He felt the urge to message Wanyin. Not that he was desperate to talk to him, he was doing fine with the momentary distance that they had taken.
He would be lying, though, if he said he wouldn't like some stress relief at the moment…
So, he sat down and texted him. The answer took a bit long, but eventually they would agree to meet up outside the library in another two hours. Plenty of time for him to finish, he thought and smiled.
"Shit is getting done today," he mumbled to himself, content.
It was still getting dark early at this time of the year, so the sky was turning a purplish blue when Jiang Cheng finally appeared in front of the library.
"Sorry, I was printing some stuff," he excused himself. Huaisang just shrugged.
"Don't worry, I wasn't waiting for too long."
"So… second official date?"
"Do I have to pay this time? I'm very hungry, you know…"
They both grinned and everything seemed just so normal Huaisang could have kissed him right there. Jiang Cheng took out his phone to check the time and they started walking towards the street and the closest bus station.
"Well, there's one thing… Wuxian is at home, and as much as he says he doesn't care, I'm not going to fuck with him there."
"Yeah, you have thin walls." Huaisang agreed. "We could go to my place. My brother isn't home…" He barely whispered the last part and didn't look at him, yet Jiang Cheng could almost feel Huaisang's urge to drag him to a closed room. He himself could barely bite back a self-satisfied smirk.
"Are you sure he won't come home unexpected?"
"He's working late today."
"And isn't that a bit far? You know we have food at my place…"
Huaisang finally glared at him.
"Do you want to pound me or not?" He hissed and Jiang Cheng couldn't believe he was actually winning this match.
"I love it when you get desperate. You have no idea how rewarding it is."
Suddenly, his hands were at his arm, grabbing him, and he pulled him closer. Jiang Cheng, though a bit surprised, let him. He dragged him towards the bus station, yet when they arrived, he didn't let go. There were students around them, but no one seemed to mind them, and Huaisang wasn't minding them either.
"I'm not running away," Jiang Cheng denied softly.
"Just making sure," Huaisang grumbled, but he knew he was joking too.
Eventually he let go, searching for his bus ticket when they saw the bus approaching. The got in and looked for an empty seat, bearing no luck that day. They stood among other unlucky students, squeezed like sardines. Their hands were brushing and Huaisang, if he wasn't going to sit, decided to lean on him and rest his head on his shoulder. Jiang Cheng, knowing there was no point in shoving him away, let him.
"There's food at my place too," Huaisang finally said after a few stops, having now more space around them.
"Good to know, I will get plenty then," Jiang Cheng answered and Huaisang saw how hard he was trying to not laugh.
He smiled, too.
Huaisang did live further away than Jian Cheng and Wuxian, who lived barely a few blocks away from their university. He shared an apartment with his older brother. Nie Mingjue decided to stay there after graduating the same university and getting a job in the city. Their father was still managing the family business, so Mingjue had figured he would rather first get some experience outside before settling back in their home town. Huaisang had suspicions concerning the "real" reason why he was staying at the city, but had no actual proof for it and asking his brother was a death wish he did not have. He secretly hoped that his mother, who happened to be braver than him, would actually get it out of Mingjue when they visited in a few days.
"How long are they staying?" Jiang Cheng asked after he finished ranting to him during the last minutes up to his apartment.
"I think a week."
"Will you be busy then?"
"Are you already missing me?" Huaisang asked playfully and Jiang Cheng snorted.
"I was thinking that I would finally get a break from you," he shot back and Huaisang rolled his eyes.
"Your comebacks are getting weak, A-Cheng."
"Don't call me that."
Huaisang laughed, letting him into the apartment.
In comparison to his own flat, this one clearly showed that there was an actual adult living there. And Huaisang, who obviously took over the decoration of the place. He did have a good taste, Jiang Cheng wasn't going to deny that. It was simply too recognizable. Unlike Huaisang, he hadn't been a lot over. Maybe once or twice and, yet, he could clearly see that this was his living space. There were few things he could recognize as his brother's, but the rest was mostly Huaisang's stuff.
He followed him to the kitchen. They got something to drink, but forgot about the food and went to his room. As they crossed the threshold, he closed the door. Just in case. He wasn't going twice through the same embarrassment.
"Good idea," Huaisang agreed as he shed his sweater and pushed his sneakers off. Jiang Cheng shrugged.
"Just in case," he murmured as he mirrored him and got closer. He briefly looked around the room, which seemed pretty normal for a young student like them. It also looked like him, like the rest of the apartment but even more with the painting utensils and the books piling on the desk. It was way tidier than his or Wuxian's room. Probably Mingjue's strictness was at fault here.
Huaisang took the last step towards him ant caught his hand, pulling him towards the bed. It had dark green sheets and looked comfier than his small single bed. Maybe, if the Nie didn't live that far away, they should come more often here. Pushing the duvet aside to keep it save, they settled on the bed and finally succumbed to the urge to kiss. Huaisang draped himself over him, encircling his neck as he opened his mouth for him. Jiang Cheng pushed him aside to get on top this time. His hands crept under his shirt and went up, feeling his chest. Huaisang tugged at his shirt, trying to get it over his head.
"Wait." He stopped him and took it off himself. Huaisang's eyelids dropped a bit and he quickly licked his lips.
"You do have condoms and lube here, right?" he asked and Huaisang nodded.
"Yes, wait a sec."
He turned around and reached for the nightstand that was beside the bed's head. Jiang Cheng stared at his back, seeing his opportunity. As Huaisang reached for the stuff they needed, he caught his neck with one hand, keeping him from turning.
"Stay there," he hummed, and noticed how a faint shiver ran down his spine.
"Oh, are we playing that way today?" Huaisang replied, voice low and sultry. I can make him change that tone, Jiang Cheng thought for himself and the mere fantasy of making Huaisang lose that calm demeanor was enough to steel his determination.
"You don't seem to mind," Jiang Cheng said, taking the lube and the condoms from him, his one hand still on his neck. He pushed him down, lining his chest to the mattress. Huaisang seemed quite eager to oblige, letting him press him down with barely any effort. Jiang Cheng's hand now left his neck and glided down his spine. His fingers drove along the small valley that his back created in the center, and Huaisang's body shuddered when the touch got so feather light that it tickled.
Grabbing on his hip now, Jiang Cheng made himself comfortable behind him. Huaisang hear the click of the lube's lid and he tried to peak over his shoulder, not seeing what he was doing with his finger though.
"Why don't you just enjoy?"
"Can't I enjoy like this?" Huaisang inquired, but let out a gasp when he felt the cold lube. "Damn you!"
Jiang Cheng chuckled, pushing that first finger a bit before retrieving it and squeezing more lube on it. Huaisang buried his face back into the pillow, feeling more comfortable like this, muffling his faint moans into the feathers. It didn't take long to insert more fingers; he was already used to just relax during preparation, enjoying how the fingers worked their way inside him.
"Mhh… put another one," he requested, barely audible because of the pillow. Jiang Cheng indulged, watching his body react to every push and twirl of his fingers. "More…"
"How greedy, those are already four fingers." Jiang Cheng laughed and leaned down and kissed above his butt.
"More!" Huaisang demanded and gasped when Jiang Cheng pushed them harder. "Nghh… Please…"
"That was fast." Jiang Cheng observed and Huaisang snorted.
"Shut up, meanie!"
"Do your insults get weaker when you're horny for dick, babe?" Jiang Cheng purred and Huaisang squirmed beneath him.
"…please," he repeated and Jiang Cheng, even though he enjoyed having him at his mercy, couldn't say no to that trembling beg.
"Get on your fours," he ordered and took his fingers out. Huaisang yelped in frustration but obeyed, pushing himself up on his hands. He looked back, seeing how Jiang Cheng stripped on a condom, pouring on some more lube. He bit his lip in anticipation, wanting nothing more than his cock at the moment. Jiang Cheng looked up and his eyes were dark with lust, a dominant aura about him that made Huaisang's knees weak.
"Look forward," Jiang Cheng huffed and he couldn't defy him. He felt him push against him for a second and then get away again, and then a snicker as he grunted in frustration.
"I think you were begging for it."
"Fuck you," Huaisang hissed, but a slap on his ass shut him up. "I mean… come on…"
"No, that's not it."
Huaisang clutched onto his pillow, cursing under his breath.
"…please. Jiang Wanyin," he whispered.
"Please what?"
"Put it inside."
"Put what inside?" His lover teased, brushing his head against his sphincter. Huaisang huffed.
"Jiang Cheng! God damn it, your cock! Stop being an ass!"
A low chuckle beside him made him moan, or maybe it was him finally pushing inside of him, opening him up as he pressed against his butt. He entered almost completely and he gripped his hips, before starting to slip back out. Huaisang looked over his shoulder and Jiang Cheng smiled at him before slamming back in, tearing a cry from him. A hand went to grab his shoulder, holding him in place as he started to thrust in and out in a more constant rhythm. Huaisang sighed and hummed, liking the filling sensation way too much. Jiang Cheng's hand on his shoulder was so close to his neck, but he didn't dare to ask for it.
Jiang Cheng, however, as if he already knew him all too well, grabbed his neck, squeezing softly as he leaned over his back.
"You really can't hide it," he purred and Huaisang shivered.
"I don't know what you mean," he chirped and Jiang Cheng's clasp constricted itself more. He seemed about to answer, but he ended up just saying:
"We'll see."
His hand stayed on his throat, but his thrusts started getting harder, deeper, and his breath stayed close, just next to his ear to make him shudder with every low moan and groan. He squeezed his pillow harder, trying to keep his own moans low, but it was getting harder the harder he got pounded. In an attempt to save his own dignity, he bent his elbows and hid his face back in the pillow. He heard a chocked laugh behind him, and a hand was now in his hair, yanking him back up.
"Just lose it," Jiang Cheng huffed close to his mouth before plastering a sloppy kiss on him. Huaisang barely got any chance to kiss back before he was shoved back against the mattress, Jiang Cheng now going all out on him, thrusting hard and brutally, with no mercy. Huaisang cried out in pure delight.
"A-ah… fuck! Fuck me… harder!" He arched his back and Jiang Cheng pushed his face deeper into the mattress, loving the curve of his spine. He slammed his hips against him, deeper and faster. Feeling every spasm of his lover, he reached around his waist and took his erection into his hand, leaning down to his ear.
"You really like being taken like this, don't you, you slut?" He muttered, hoarse because of his hectic breathing. Huaisang squirmed.
"Y-yes… Yes, I like it!" He moaned, clutching onto the pillow as he felt him hit that sweet spot. "Ahh! Jiang Cheng!"
Jiang Cheng groaned, so close to his ear it made him tremble.
"I'm close," he whispered and Huaisang tried to turn his head again. With each thrust Jiang Cheng kept him pinned against the bed, making it squeak loudly as he pounded him until a deep growl shook his whole body.
Huaisang could feel him try to keep moving, but his body was heavy after the orgasm.
"It's ok," he mumbled after a moment, but Jiang Cheng shook his head.
"Turn around," he panted and pulled away. Huaisang let out a whine but obeyed, lying on his back while Jiang Cheng quickly disposed his condom. He followed his moves, waiting anxiously to get his attention back. Jiang Cheng noticed his impatience and seemed to move even slower.
"Oh, come on!" Huaisang huffed and Jiang Cheng laughed.
"Do you need to be somewhere else soon?"
"No, but you're just teasing now." Huaisang pouted and his lover finally settled back between his legs. Their mouths found each other in a greedy, yet slow kiss as Cheng's hands trailed down his torso, following the lines of his body and exploring well-known skin. Huaisang bit his lip, tugged and tried to provoke him to lose his cool again. Jiang Cheng knew his game all too well and usually didn't mind going along. This time, however, he didn't. He casually slid to the side and kissed his jaw, feeling now his friend's hand on his back. The faint whisper of his nails grazing his skin gave him goosebumps. A sigh left Huaisang's throat when he finally kissed his neck and took his cock back into one of his hands.
"Jiang Cheng…" he moaned softly and buckled his hips, but his free hand pinned him down and he barely bit down to keep him quiet. It did, however, have the opposite effect and Huaisang let out another moan, this time louder. Jiang Cheng snickered.
"You really love to get pinned down. So eager to get dominated, aren't you?" He grinned down at him as he pulled away.
Huaisang looked at him with hooded, hungry eyes.
"And you do a great job on it, A-Cheng." He slurred his words, dragging them over his swollen and wet lips. His hands draped down Jiang Cheng's fit torso, reveling in his perfect abs. Jiang Cheng let him have it for a few seconds before finally getting down to business. He did leave a few kisses on his chest on his way south, giving some attention to his nipples, but his aim was at his crotch.
He rested a Hand on Huaisang's thigh to steady them both, keeping up with masturbating him. Huaisang propped up on his elbows, not wanting to miss anything, especially not the delicious moment Jiang Cheng brought him to his mouth. He usually avoided looking up, but Huaisang still enjoyed the view. Jiang Cheng's eyelashes looked ridiculously long in moments like those when he started licking his tip, going slow, and being meticulous at the beginning. Wouldn't he be so gorgeous, Huaisang would feel the need to hurry him up to take him into his mouth, but he endured the reluctant teasing. Jiang Cheng's tongue flicked one more time over his head before he gave his shaft attention too. Huaisang grunted lowly and he finally, finally, looked up.
"Fuck," Huaisang muttered and stroke his hair, wanting it out of the way. At moments like this Huaisang seriously wondered why no girl wanted to date Jiang Cheng, the dude was illegally gorgeous if anyone asked him.
"Careful, don't drool too much," Jiang Cheng laughed against his dick and without waiting for an answer he started pushing the head past his lips. Huaisang gulped, watching closely how the resto of his penis disappeared inside that hot, hot mouth. The hand on his thigh felt like hot iron and he was pressing down a bit too hard, but he didn't mind as long as he could watch him suck him off. His own hand gripped harder onto his hair the moment Jiang Cheng had managed to take him all in, keeping him locked in that position. Jiang Cheng looked again up, as if he wanted to protest about it, yet at that moment it was impossible for him to look anywhere close to his usual threatening self. Huaisang marveled in the view in front of him.
"Why the fuck do you look so good with my cock in your mouth?" he whispered. It might have been intended as a joke, Jiang Cheng though, but he sounded so serious he couldn't help but blush. Huaisang's hand in his hair didn't let him escape for a while until he finally let him move. Jiang Cheng took him into both hands this time and started bobbing his head.
Huaisang finally plumped back into the mattress and his pillow, flexing his legs as he moaned his name. He would be lying if he ever said hearing that didn't make him feel all pumped up, made him hungrier for him. He moved faster, wanting to push him over the edge. "For being a good boy for him" his useful brain supplied and he was so glad his mouth was too occupied to utter those words himself.
Huaisang's hands clenched back on his hair, tightening more the closer he got.
He wasn't going to spit on his bed, so he gulped it down. Huaisang, still half gone after his orgasm, blinked at him.
"I will have to wash my sheets anyway, you know?"
Jiang Cheng shrugged.
"Whatever."
Huaisang let out a soft laugh and lazily stretched his arms towards him. Jiang Cheng leaned in until he was lying again, half on top of Huaisang, half on his side. The smaller man yawned and cuddled against him, so he cradled him in his arms and let him get comfortable, resting his eyes for a few minutes too.
They got up after a while, noticing they had been swallowed by complete darkness. Huaisang taped around, searching for the switch of the lamp on his night stand, and when it turned on, his eyes searched for Jiang Cheng. He was standing in the middle of his room, picking up his clothes now that he could see where they were. The dim, warm orange light made him look softer than he usually seemed, and yet it didn't steal away any of his manly demeanor. Huaisang smiled, feeling still tired. It had been a long day, after all.
"Are you staying for dinner?"
"Don't think so," Jiang Cheng sighed. "Already told Wuxian I was cooking, so I should make my way back."
Huaisang pouted but nodded. He stood up and stretched, looking for his clothes, putting them on to quickly see off Jiang Cheng at the door before jumping into the shower.
They were rather silent as they approached the door. It wasn't a long way, just a few steps, but the exhaustion was sitting heavily on them.
"Don't get lost," Huaisang warned and Jiang Cheng grumbled.
"You don't live that far away."
"Then you should come more often," he suggested.
He pressed a quick peck on his lips and Huaisang smirked. Jiang Cheng was still frowning but seemed a bit more relaxed. Murmuring a "see you in class," he finally stepped out of the apartment and the door closed behind him. Huaisang, still amused, sighed and locked the door.
Suddenly, Mingjue's voice came from behind him and Huaisang's eyes widened in horror as the mocking tone ringed in his ears.
"He left already? Not staying for dinner? How rude."