modern au wangxian where instead of lwj being the constant horny grip it's wwx getting turned on by lwj doing the most random things

it starts when they're studying together. lwj is reading a book and. oh. the way he turned that page? oof. his fingers. his hair behind his ear.

wwx quickly turns back to his own pages in a desperate attempt to distract himself from it.

then they are side by side putting groceries away on lwj's kitchen and he suddenly gets close. it lasts barely a second, in the most domestic way, but wwx feels a familiar heat settling on his stomach.

ayia. time to pour himself some water and breathe.

they play games together.

ah, yes.

lwj's smallest frown when he is focused. that works, for some reason.

wwx watches lwj cooking and you know what? he WON'T apologise for being turned on by the way his friend has about 7 different things going on and under control at the same time.

lwj is blissfully unaware of anything happening at all.

wwx... it's not that he's in denial about it... he just assumes he's very horny in general and misdirecting his interests.

(wwx tries to masturbate it away while also trying not to think of these weirdly kinky daily life moments)

it annoys him to no end that he simply isn't able to. it keeps happening.

it's not ALL THE TIME, which is even weirder. absolutely nothing happens, then he'll look at the way lwj's lip curl slightly into the hint of a smile, unable to think of anything other than kissing him.

wwx is looking at his laptop screen the day lwj almost breaks him. he leans closer to give wwx an opinion by looking at his work over his shoulder. his face hhhhgn right there.

lwj: exists
wwx @ himself:

the mistake wwx makes is assuming it goes away whenever he isn't paying attention to it.

that lands him in a complicated situation.

it's simply a long day for him. stressful family situation, bank issues, being yelled at for no reason. he's glad to have his safe place, at last: lwj's home.

"i really, really, really need a shower" is all he says, letting himself in and dropping a backpack aside. he takes his shoes off by the door and starts undoing his belt in the middle of the living room, lwj merely moves to get him a fresh towel.

a true saint, his friend, who puts up with him barging in like that, hands him a fresh towel and waits for his shower with food ready on the table.

so he sits happily in the kitchen, hair still wet, rambling about his day, asking about lwj's, nothing is out of the ordinary. everything was perfectly fine.

narrator: EvEryThinG WAs PerFeCtlY FiNe

"are you alright?" lwj asks. the angel.

"yeah! don't worry about it. this helped a lot, by the way"

"are you in pain?"

"ah, it's nothing. everything is perfectly fine."

his shoulder is killing him. everything was not, in fact, perfectly fine, something lwj catches on quickly.

wwx realises his mistake a little too late.

lwj stands behind him and places his hands on his shoulders, tugging at the tension there.

if the silliness of watching lwj doing simple tasks had been enough before, actual physical touch might be the death of him, especially after all the one sided built up horniness.