A/N: Standard disclaimer applies et cetera, et cetera. Title from The Cure's Friday I'm In Love, and the plot's based loooooosly around the lyrics :D
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Monday you can fall apart
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Friday:
"I think I'm in love."
Jiang Cheng snorts. Wei Wuxian has been falling tragically in love approximately twice a month since he hit puberty, yet it's still his bed that he never fails to crawl into. Like right now. They are literally in Jiang Cheng's bed right now. Naked! Together!
"Oh, yeah?"
Whichever poor soul had caught his fancy this time, Jiang Cheng will be sure to send them a fruit basket. Maybe a condolence card, even. Wei Wuxian isn't exactly subtle. Or considerate, for that matter.
"Mhmm." Wei Wuxian kisses his shoulder. "Have you met Lan Zhan?"
Well, fuck.
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Saturday:
Jiang Cheng has, in fact, met Lan Wangji. Not that Wei Wuxian would know, always disappearing who-knows-where-with-who-knows-whom and skipping classes as he does. But not only that! Jiang Cheng has argued with Lan Wangji for the whole duration of their economics lab, continued to argue with him all the way to the student's bar, threw a drink in his face and THEN fucked him in the bathroom stalls.
So yes, it could be said that Jiang Cheng has definitely met the man. Fucking. Thoroughly.
Which is, possibly, a problem, Jiang Cheng thinks, pulling up Huaisang's emergencies-only! number on his phone.
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Sunday:
"Did you—" fuck my boyfriend yet or is that still on the table…? NO. Best not to open with something like that. For his part, Lan Wangji blinks at him unhelpfully.
"Wei Wuxian," Jiang Cheng says, wishing his intent to magically pour into his words. He is not very good at this.
Lan Wangji's blinking intensifies.
"He's actually serious about you, you know." Which was. A surprise. He and Wei Wuxian, they fuck around plenty, but at the end of the day? Where it really matters, they were always it for each other. And Jiang Cheng thought—
"Mn."
Aggravating bastard.
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Monday:
The thing is...
The thing is, Jiang Cheng likes Lan Wangji. Annoying, bitchy, self-righteous, holier-than-thou, glacial Lan Wangji and his stupid, perfect face, and his big, steady hands, and his enormous—
Yeah.
Nobody argues with him the way Lan Wangji does, ruthlessly and no punches pulled. It's incredibly stimulating. Intellectually! Jiang Cheng thinks he might've even met him first.
But the thing is. The thing IS, for all that they're generously open with their affections, he and Wei Wuxian Do Not Share, ever. And—
Jiang Cheng knows Wei Wuxian deserves better. And Lan Wangji can give him that.
He'll… live.
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Tuesday:
"I'm going out with Lan Zhan, don't wait up!"
"Wei Wuxian!"
"Yeah…?"
"I just—You'd tell me, right? If you wanted—I mean. If you and him…"
"Aiya, Chengcheng! What's with the face? Don't worry, you're stuck with me for-ev-errrr!"
Jiang Cheng doesn't see him turning back from the door until Wei Wuxian pulls him close, his kisses hot and filthy. Jiang Cheng kisses him back just as hard, of course, and prays it doesn't come off desperate.
Wei Wuxian's grin is wicked when they split apart, and satisfied, he saunters off, whistling.
But that kiss? It tasted like lies.
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Wednesday:
"Lan Zhan says your 'academic dedication is most admirable,'" Wei Wuxian mouths into the skin of his neck and Jiang Cheng stiffens.
"What?"
"Lan Zhan. You know: tall, dark and unfairly handsome?" More like hot, gruff and about to die in agony, but sure. Okay.
"No—Of course I know, Wei Wuxian! But why were you talking about me…?"
"Jiang Cheng." Wei Wuxian gives up on the hickey he's making and looks Jiang Cheng in the eyes. What the fuck. Bad sign!
"I think maybe you should… meet." What is he—? No. NO WAY.
"Absolutely not!"
Shamelessly, Jiang Cheng flees.
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Thursday:
"What the hell are you doing here!?" Jiang Cheng hisses into Lan Wangji's face. Here being on their doorstep, Wei Wuxian's and his. While Wei Wuxian isn't home.
"Wanyin." Lan Wangji nods and he has NEVER used Jiang Cheng's name before? What is going on.
"Wei Ying and I… discussed." And was that a twitch…?! Of his brow…?! Unlikely. But. Maybe…? Huh.
"Discussed WHAT?!"
"Wanyin."
Jiang Cheng will murder him with a teaspoon, Wei Wuxian isn't due back any minute now, but soon enough!
Lan Wangji shrugs — actually shrugs! with his entire shoulders! — and proceeds to take Jiang Cheng apart.
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Friday (again):
"I'm in looove~"
"Fuck. You. Wei Wuxian!"
"Again…?"
"Hm."
"GAAAH…! Lan Wangji! You're supposed to CONTROL HIM, not enable him even MORE!"
"BAHAHAHA that's so sweet, Chengcheng, but you've got it all wrong!"
"Ooooh…?"
"Lan Zhan, you tell him!"
"Wei Ying should always get what he wants."
"Which is…?"
"Me. Wanyin. All of us, together."
"…aren't we already?"
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Squished between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, on a bed that definitely wasn't made for three, sweaty, and sticky, and aching, and oh-so-pleasantly tired, Jiang Cheng thinks that maybe this time, Wei Wuxian falling in love wasn't so tragic after all.