Thread by @daltoneering, lan zhan just about manages to stop his nose from wrinkling. he's [...]

lan zhan just about manages to stop his nose from wrinkling. he's mostly stopped thinking of wei ying as "bin man", but now--

"wei ying? are you alright?"

wei ying shakes his head, stumbling inside. with a jolt lan zhan realises he is crying.

"wei ying!" he catches his elbow, helps him into the nearest arm chair. wei ying sobs and grabs at his shirt, dragging him down with him; lan zhan has little choice but to pull him into his lap. the smell is negligible compared to how much lan zhan is worrying for him.

"'m sorry, lan zhan," wei ying sobs into his chest. "sorry, sorry, i'm so sorry."

"shh, wei ying." lan zhan's hand hesitates over wei ying's back, but then he's wracked with another sob, and it settles, rubbing him as soothingly as he can. "it's okay. it's okay."

"it's /not/ okay!" wei ying cries, twisting his hands into lan zhan's shirt--it's silk and probably not going to survive wei ying's tears, but he doesn't care. "it's not, and i didn't even think you'd be here, and you are and now i feel stupid and annoying and it's not okay--"

"wei ying," lan zhan says firmly. "can you tell me what has happened?"

wei ying sobs a bit more, then sniffles, looking up at lan zhan with huge, watery eyes. he's a mess, but he's beautiful in the half light.

"i didn't mean it to happen," he says.

lan zhan nods, allows him to continue. wei ying sniffles, looks down at his fingers fiddling with the button of lan zhan's shirt. "it was a really bad customer," he mumbles. "i mean, they're all awful, it's a bar for entitled white men in suits but--i just couldn't anymore."

"what happened?" prompts lan zhan.

wei ying sighs, small and woeful. "i threw an espresso martini in his face. then he threw his entire white russian at me. it stinks." he sighs again, and looks up at lan zhan with trembling lips.

"and then i lost my job," he ventures, and his words are getting smaller and smaller, so much that lan zhan has to strain to hear them, "and now i can't afford the suit anymore."

he takes a deep breath, shudders, and starts sobbing again.

"shh, wei ying," murmurs lan zhan, because that's about all he can manage right now, he's so ready to eviscerate the customer who made wei ying cry like this off the very planet. "it's okay."

"no! don't you see how it's not okay? how can it--i can't even go to jiejie's wedding!"

"you can," lan zhan replies softly, and wei ying groans in frustration, presses his head into lan zhan's shoulder.

"i /can't/, lan zhan, because i can't pay you for the suit that you have put /weeks/ into, and i should never have come here, i should have just gone to primark--"

the words sting; lan zhan's hands tighten on wei ying's arms. "wei ying," he says through gritted teeth. wei ying just keeps on crying, heedless. lan zhan pulls him back a little. "wei /ying/."

"what, lan zhan?" he's hurting, angry. "how can you possibly make this better?"

his eyes flash, heated, challenging. he is everything.

lan zhan tugs him forward and kisses him.

wei ying lets out a surprised sound, hands stilling on lan zhan's chest. lan zhan doesn't let him go. he gasps, barely audible, and then responds with eagerness.

his face is still wet with tears; the lingering smell of white russian is hanging on the air. lan zhan could not care less. he kisses wei ying like he needs it to breathe. he thinks, maybe, he does.

wei ying pulls back a bit, gasping, and lan zhan goes for his jaw. "so this--"

"ahh--aha--lan zhan--so this is how you're going to make everything better, huh?"

lan zhan hums his confirmation against wei ying's neck, finds the spot where it meets his shoulders, closes his teeth around it. sucks. wei ying moans.

"that's--that's not very professional of you, lan zhan--"

"have been professional," lan zhan kisses into his neck. "have been professional for too long. don't want to be professional any more."

"o-okay, but this doesn't solve the issue of the suit." wei ying gasps and drags lan zhan's mouth back up to meet his. his tongue is hot and slick.

"later," growls lan zhan, and stands up, bringing wei ying with him. "now, out of these clothes."

"/god/, yes, lan zhan."

nsfw from here onwards!

they stumble though the darkened front room, desperation and pent up tension fuelling every touch, every kiss. wei ying's dirty uniform top lands on the counter somewhere. lan zhan curses his own choice of button down shirt.

by the time the backs of his knees are hitting the futon in the workroom, wei ying is halfway out of his trousers, straining against his briefs, fumbling at lan zhan's belt.

"off, off, off," he pants against his mouth. "god, lan zhan, you have no idea--when i first walked in--"

"have wanted you for so long," replies lan zhan, stripping his belt out and tossing it away, uncaring. "that first time--"

"--in the dressing room, /god/, yes, with your hands all over me, you have no idea, lan zhan--"

lan zhan thinks he does have some idea, actually. he has replayed the brush of his fingers against wei ying's crotch over and over in his mind until the image is worn and well-used.

he brushes his fingers over his clothed dick again now, with purpose. wei ying gasps.

"yeah," he says, "yeah, let's do that."

they stumble out of their underwear; lan zhan's mouth waters at the sight of wei ying, hard and naked and and needy. he drops onto the futon, pulls wei ying down on top of him.

he has never regretted the lack of /necessities/ more.

wei ying's hand circles them both, thrusting messily together. lan zhan groans softly, bites his lip; wei ying giggles. "lan zhan, ah. you're gorgeous. wanna blow you."

lan zhan kisses him hungrily in response. "/yes/, wei ying."

wei ying shuffles off the futon, kneels between his thighs, grins up at him. he flutters his long eyelashes; he's beautiful.

"i'm told i'm pretty good at this," says wei ying, cocky, and sinks his mouth down over lan zhan's length.

wei ying is not lying. lan zhan groans again and collapses back against the futon, hand blindly searching for wei ying's head, threading his fingers into his hair. his tongue is all sorts of skilled. his mouth is a revelation. his /throat/--

"wei ying," grunts lan zhan.

"hmm?"

wei ying hums the question around his cock, the vibrations of it sending jolts of arousal up lan zhan's spine.

"wei ying. i am--close--"

wei ying pulls off with a wet /pop/. "you can come in my mouth," he purrs.

lan zhan thumps his head back against the futon and tugs desperately at wei ying's hair; the moaning produced goes straight to the tightness twisting low in his gut--

wei ying takes him into his throat and swallows around him. lan zhan can't hold back any longer.

he comes with a wordless moan. wei ying swallows around him, takes it all, keeps him in his mouth until he's completely spent. lan zhan pulls weakly at him until wei ying crawls back onto the futon and kisses him.

"you have such a nice cock, lan zhan," mumbles wei ying.

"mn." lan zhan reaches between them, wraps his fingers around wei ying's hardness. "wei ying too. and ass. have given lots of thought to wei ying's ass."

wei ying gasps into his mouth. "oh my god, lan zhan."

"next time, i'm going to fuck you properly," says lan zhan. "i know the outside of you so well. want to learn inside you."

"oh my /god/," wei ying gasps again, and comes.

after, they lie sweaty and sticky on the futon. the bathroom is just across the room, but lan zhan does not want to move, even if he could. wei ying is still catching his breath against his chest. lan zhan's arm is tight around his back.

"next time?" wei ying asks quietly.

lan zhan noses at the top of his head. "if wei ying would like."

wei ying smiles up at him; it might be nearing midnight, but his grin is the sun at high noon. "wei ying would very much like."

lan zhan kisses him in response.

later, once they're cleaned up and wei ying has borrowed some fresh clothing (one of the advantages of fucking in a tailor's), they lie spooned on the futon under lan zhan's blanket. the way wei ying presses against his front feels like he was made to fit there.

"i can find another job," says wei ying quietly into the dim light of the room.

"not necessary," says lan zhan, and kisses his shoulder.

"lan zhan. i am not letting you give me this suit for free."

lan zhan is glad wei ying can't see his frown. "why not," he mumbles.

"lan zhan! you--seriously? this is your job. your livelihood. you deserve to be paid for the work you've done."

"wei ying can--"

"do not say wei ying can make up for it in other ways. i want to have sex with you, but not because of that. never just because of that."

wei ying has rolled onto his back, is glaring fondly at him in the low light.

"lan zhan," he says softly. "i really like you."

"mn. like wei ying a lot too." understatement of the century, he thinks.

"we can work something out. monthly instalments or--whatever. i want to pay."

lan zhan feels like pouting. but wei ying is right, his professional mind, absent for so long, supplies. he does deserve remuneration for his work. maybe they can work something out. 50% cash, 50% blowjobs.

"okay," he says softly. "now come back here."

wei ying hums and settles back against him. the silhouette of the suit on its mannequin is just about visible.

he feels wei ying think the words before they even come out.

"hey, lan zhan, do you think--"

"i am not fucking you in the suit."

wei ying whines in disappointment, and lan zhan nudges his head forward and nips his ear.

"at least, not until after the wedding."

the end

though let's have a few wrap-up thoughts, shall we?

- lan zhan very nearly does fuck wei ying in the suit when he sees him in the final look, fully accessorised courtesy of nhs
- lan zhan is his date to the wedding and wears modern hanfu
- wei ying gets a new job as +

an actual rubbish collector to finish paying for the suit. the irony is not lost on lan zhan. there's a first time for every pet name, and "bin man" is certainly not in common use
- lan zhan does eventually fuck wei ying in the suit, on their honeymoon. (they brought it precisely

for this purpose.)

thank you so much for reading!!! i really appreciate it, and it's so much fun to read everyone's reactions. likes/interactions/qrts are always dearly valued