@anaphoricae: Thinking about childhood frien...

Thinking about childhood friends WangXian where bored WWX is constantly trying to learn a new hobby/trade that requires physical contact and LWJ is constantly struggling with being his test subject...

LWJ is struggling because WWX never really used to touch him so much and now all of a sudden he keeps... Doing things. To him. And it's /ANNOYING/

Like what if WWX decides he wants to be a hairstylist. So what he's in college for Law? He likes messing with people's hairs. He thinks he'd be good at it.
So he shampoos LWJ's hair really slowly and with so much care and LWJ is like "oh. Oh. This is WORSE"

WWX is massaging LWJ's scalp. He is brushing his fingers on LWJ's ears. He is TOUCHING HIS NECK. LWJ is having the best time of his life, the worst time of his life

It's not like LWJ doesn't know he's been nurturing a crush on his best friend for 8 years. It's just that, if WWX isn't contantly touching him, the crush is manageable. He can look at WWX from afar and admire him, without having (too many) explicit thoughts.

But this isn't something he's ready for. WWX isn't only touching him, he's being /tender/ about it. LWJ's never been to a hairstylist this careful. WWX asks him "Is the water temperature ok?" and he can't even answer, bc compared to how hot his skin is, any water would feel cold.

But WWX never settles on a single thing. After he's finally getting the hang of hair - and after giving LWJ a wolfcut he did not want, but kinda likes - WWX decides he wants to be a tattoo artist.

"Lan Zhan, take off your shirt!"
"What."

"I wanna practice my art on you."
"You're already a good artist."
"But skin is different!"
LWJ shyly offers his arm, but WWX laughs.
"I need to practice on a big canvas. Something difficult to do. I was thinking of doing a chest tattoo that continues on your shoulder."

"Why there?"
"Uh..." WWX seems to hesitate. "Because it's a tricky spot? And technically I'm getting two places at once."
LWJ frowns. "I don't want a chest tattoo."
"Lan Zhan, this is just practice. I'm not really giving you a tattoo," he raises a few pens.

LWJ doesn't think this is how tattoo practicing works. He's sure you have to practice with the needles on fake skin first.
He's about to say that, when WWX pouts and does his /nose sratch/ thing that makes him look too cute not to listen to. "You don't wanna try?" he asks.

LWJ has never claimed to be a strong-willed man.
"Okay," he says, and takes off his shirt.

Needless to say, it goes very poorly.
For him, that is. WWX is having the time of his life.

"Wow, Lan Zhan, you're so strong," he says, with his hand splayed over LWJ's back to keep him in place. "I never knew yoga could make you ripped like that."
LWJ doesn't answer. He isn't sure he can talk. He's been shirtless in front on WWX before, but it never involved touching.

Carefully, he takes a pillow from the couch and holds it above his lap. WWX thankfully doesn't notice.
"I could tattoo your entire body, if you wanted," WWX says, and his voice has suddenly gone very low, which is. Not ideal. LWJ shifts on the chair. "Wouldn't that be cool?"

LWJ hums, because not making any sounds would be suspicious.
WWX keeps talking. "I could do something over your entire back. Maybe... on your legs, too. If you'd like that."
LWJ takes a very slow breath. If WWX keeps talking about parts of his body, he isn't gonna survive this.

"I don't want any tattoos," he says, way more harshly than he intended to.
"Oh," WWX says. "Sorry."
He goes quiet after that.
LWJ thinks WWX's slow breaths hitting his skin as he draws is much, much worse.

It doesn't stop there. WXX tries anything and everything on him.

LWJ would be lying if he said he hates WWX's new search for a hobby. Trying to guess what his next obsession will be is half the fun. The other half is, of course, having WWX's attention on him.

Even if he is struggling, he feels... Closer to WWX. More intimate. They never needed an excuse to hang out, but it's good to know that he's the first person WWX thinks of when he needs something like this. And LWJ wants to be there for him.
So he decides to endure it.

He endures it when WWX decides to make clothes for him, forcing him to stand in his living room for an hour as he takes his measurements. An entire hour of WWX putting his hands around his waist, his hips, kneeling in front of him.
LWJ grinds his teeth and tries to meditate.

He endures it even when WWX decides that he'd be good at makeup, and barges into his apartment with a bag full of products. He stands entirely too close, almost sits on LWJ's lap, and his makeup brushes grazing on LWJ's skin keep giving him chills.
"Open your eyes," WWX whispers.

LWJ holds his breath, and opens his eyes.
WWX is right there, smiling his gorgeous smile, his face close enough that if he leaned in a little he could brush their noses together.
"Mascara," WWX explains, and his breath smells like the pineapple juice he just drank.

LWJ focuses on his eyes, and manages to only dip his gaze to WWX's lips about 5 times.

And if WWX looks at his lips, too, it's only because he's applying lipstick on them.

LWJ digs his nails into his thighs and endures it.

One day, when LWJ is just finished with his guqin practice, WWX knocks on his door.
"Massage therapy!" he says, with the biggest grin on his face.
LWJ closes his eyes. He should've known this was coming. The heavens were never easy on him.
He lets WWX inside.

"I've been reading a few things, watching a few videos," WWX says as he sets three different vials of oil on LWJ's bedside table. LWJ swallows hard and takes off his shirt. This is gonna be hard to get through. "So I'm ready to try it on you. You'll tell me if I hurt you?"

LWJ's heart races in his chest. Does WWX even know that his words could have a different meaning? If he did, he probably wouldn't be saying them to his very very gay best friend.
He lies down on the bed and waits.
"Lan Zhan... Get up."
"Why?"
"You have to take off your pants."

"Wei Ying," he scolds, frozen in place.
WWX only laughs.
"Lan Zhan, haven't you ever been to a massage place? I have to have access to your sciatic nerve!"
"You can have access like this."
"You're wearing jeans! But, fine, if you're not comfortable with that, I'll practice-

this part on someone else. You don't have to do anything you don't want-"
LWJ gets up, strips down to his underwear, and quickly lies back down on the bed.
"Done," LWJ says.
"... Um. Okay. That's-" he hears a sound of something knocking over, and WWX fumbling. "That's good."

LWJ breathes in very slowly. Him and WWX have gone swimming together. They've changed in front of each other. This isn't different. It isn't. It isn't.

But then WWX climbs on top of him, and all coherent thoughts escape from his mind.

He's heavier than LWJ thought he would be. Or, rather, fantasized about. It's a comfortable weight, something he could stand for hours on end.

The first touch of WWX's hand is surprisingly warm. LWJ closes his eyes to the feeling. He moves with skill, finding tense spots -

on LWJ's muscles he didn't know he had. He starts on his neck, making every hair on LWJ's body rise in his wake, and slowly makes his way down.

LWJ lets out a tiny exhale. Maybe it's okay if he lets himself enjoy this. He doesn't know if WWX will ever touch him like this again.

He catches himself wishing WWX would lean over him, whisper something in his ear. Just as the thought crosses his mind, WWX adjusts himself on his back, sitting a little further down. He bends over and asks, in a voice too low to be anything but sinful, "Is the pressure okay?"

"Yes," LWJ whispers, trying not to answer with a whimper.
"Good," WWX says. LWJ feels electricity sparking all the way down to his spine.
He knows he's getting hard, but there's nothing he can do. Not when WWX is on top of him. Not when his hands are so soft on his back.

He can pretend to fall asleep, after, if he needs time to calm down. If WWX asks him to get up, he'll just grunt and say he can't. It'll be fine. He'll be fine.

WWX sits on his thighs, and hesitates.
"Can I go down?"
LWJ wouldn't ever dream of saying no.

He can't say yes either, so he only nods.
WWX massages the meaty part of his ass, his hands gentle, and finds his sciatic nerve with surprising accuracy.
LWJ tries to think of other things.
WWX huffs on top of him, and the pressure increases.
"Lan Zhan... is it not good?"

LWJ buries his face on his arms. "It's good," he says, and his voice sounds too hoarse. Too obvious. He clears his throat. "You're doing fine."
WWX lets out another sound on the back of his throat. He seems... Displeased. Is LWJ doing something wrong?

"You're good at it," he says, trying to sound reassuring. "I feel relaxed."
It's a lie. He's never felt more tense in his entire life.
WWX's hands freeze on his skin.
"It's ok," he says, climbing out from LWJ and sitting on the edge of the bed. And then, to himself, "I give up."

LWJ snaps his head around to look at him. "What?"
"Nothing!" he stands up and starts gathering his things back into his bag. "I just... Obviously you don't like it, so I should stop. It's fine, really."
"Wei Ying-"
"I need to wash my hands."
WWX goes into the bathroom, and LWJ-

uses the time to slip back into his pants. His back is sticky, so he remains shirtless.
"Wei Ying, did I do something wrong?" LWJ asks, standing by the open bathroom door.
"What?" WWX turns at him. "No. Noo, Lan Zhan, you didn't."
LWJ twists his lips. "Tell me."

"You really didn't," WWX rubs his face. "You're perfect. You've been perfect, all this time, putting up with me. I shouldn't have pushed it. I knew it wouldn't get me anywhere, but I still did it anyway. Even though you never react how I wanted you to-"
LWJ freezes.
"What?"

WWX's eyes go wide.
"I really need to go."
He grabs his things and makes his way to the door, but LWJ stops him with a hand blocking his way.
"Wei Ying. What do you mean?"
"Lan Zhan, I have to be somewhere, I can't-"
"You've been doing this... Because you want me to react?"

"No!" WWX says. LWJ stares at him. "Well, not at first."
LWJ drops his arm and lets his weight fall back on the wall.
"Lan Zhan, don't be mad, okay?" Wei Ying walks over to him and grabs his hand. "I had this... stupid idea, once, that maybe you liked me back."

LWJ's lungs stop working, but WWX isn't done.
"But you'd never say anything, so I thought that if I could make you react to me... touching you, you wouldn't be able to hide it anymore. I thought we'd get closer, and then you'd just have to... I don't know. Kiss me, or something."

LWJ grabs WWX's hands back, squeezing so hard they might bruise.
"Lan Zhan, don't look at me like that. It was stupid. I see it now. Every time we do anything, you just keep... putting more distance between us. And I got it, ok? I promise I'll never make you uncomfortable again."

"Wei Ying-"
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I just... caught you staring at me, sometimes, with something in your eyes, and I guess I thought... I don't know. But it's just friendship. I'll never-"
LWJ pulls him closer and grabs his waist.
"Wei Ying," he says. "Shut up."

LWJ kisses him without giving him another second to speak. WWX lets out a surprised sound into his lips, but melts into the kiss just as fast, wrapping his arms around him and holding him closer.
"You-" WWX pulls back, but LWJ dives into his lips again, unable to help himself.

Wei Ying likes him back. This is everything that matters, and everything he has ever wanted since he was a teenager.
When he finally pulls back to breathe, WWX's face is a lovely shade of pink, and his lips look... not red enough. LWJ leans in to correct it.
"Wait," WWX laughs-

putting a hand on his chest.
His... naked chest.
WWX looks down and swallows, remembering it at the same time LWJ does.
"You just kissed me," WWX says. "So does that mean-"
"I like you," LWJ leans over to press kisses against his neck. "I've liked you since we were 13."

"13?? Oh my god," WWX bares his neck, letting LWJ have more access. "It took me a while to catch up, didn't it?"
"Mn," LWJ hums. He can't find it in his heart to be mad.
"We could've been doing this for years," WWX sounds almost mad at himself. "Why did you never tell me?"

"I'm telling you now," LWJ bites his ear. "I like you, I love you, I-"
"Lan Zhan," WWX cups his chin, smiling softly at him. "I love you, too."
LWJ smiles back, touching their foreheads together.
"Well, fuck. That's a lot," WWX says. "Okay. What now? What do we do now?"

"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we lost all these years!" WWX says. "How are ever going to catch up? There's a thousand things we could do, so how do we even decide what to do first?"
LWJ raises his eyebrow, then gives him another quick kiss on the lips.

"I was... enjoying the massage," he says, heart pounding in his chest.
WWX's eyes go dark, and his hands lower to the hem of LWJ's pants.
"You're right. I need to keep practicing, too. That wasn't my best."

"Terrible," LWJ shakes his head. "Wei Ying is very bad at it."
WWX throws his head back and laughs.
"Well, come on, then. Let me practice some more."
LWJ nods, and lets WWX push him back on the bed.

- END -

I'm sorry to my smut fans but I have to end it here 😭 we can all imagine what happened...

Thank you all for reading! Bop to the top!

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