Lanzhan finds himself in need of an Omega when his Nie Country visa application is denied and he's threatened with deportation. His quiet assistant, Weiying, just so happens to have dual citizenship. The problem? Making sure their romance is believa...
Five years is a long time, He thought to himself, feeling the smooth plane of muscle beneath his fingertip, separated by a thin cotton shirt. Maybe we could just…
But Weiying cut that thought off. He was maybe just a little drunk, and He’d be lying to himself if He said he wasn’t attractive. It was a bad idea. It was one thing to be fake-married and to live together like roommates. But to cross that line...well, a million things could go wrong.
So with that in mind, Weiying pulled his hand away and rested it back in his own lap.
Lanzhan had to hold in his sharp gasp of surprise when he felt Weiying touch his stomach. His gaze flickered down and he found just one of his fingers grazing against his shirt. Heat pooled low in his belly and he shifted. From the corner of his eye, he saw his gaze up at him for a brief moment.
What are you thinking about? Lanzhan couldn’t help but wonder.
He couldn’t allow himself to hope that Weiying felt even remotely the same way that he was starting to feel for him. For all he knew, that touch was just his putting on a show for Sizhui and Madam Lan. And, after a minute or so, Weiying pulled back and let his hand rest in his lap. So it was for show, then.
The movie wrapped up an hour or so later, and Madam Lan announced that she was going to bed. Sizhui said that he was going to take a shower, so that left him and Weiying alone. Once his mom and brother had left the room, Weiying sat up straight.
“Oof, I had a little too much wine,” He muttered, more to himself than. Even still, Weiying picked up his glass and tipped the last of his drink down his throat. Lanzhan tried, and failed, to not look at the way his throat moved as he swallowed. “I think it’s time for me to go to bed.”
Lanzhan watched his stand with some effort, swaying slightly when He did. He watched Weiying with a half-amused smirk as He carefully made his way into the kitchen with his empty glass. His steps were exaggerated, careful and very crooked as he cut through the apartment. Weiying set his wine glass gently in the sink before he came back into the living room. He caught him staring at him, and He planted his hands on his hips indignantly.
“What?” Weiying demanded to know.
Lanzhan chuckled as he stood up. “You’re just amusing when you’re drunk. And you got drunk on wine? ”
He narrowed his eyes on him. “I don’t drink much, okay? And I definitely don’t get drunk often.”
Weiying turned and started towards the hallway before He thought twice and came over to him, invading his personal space a bit as He stretched up on his tiptoes, bracing himself with his hands on his shoulders.
Then Weiying whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna go put on my pajamas. So just...stay out here and pretend to be doing something in case your mom or brother comes out, okay?”
Goosebumps broke out across lanzhan neck where his cool breath touched his skin. He kept his expression in check as he looked at his, daring to lean just a little bit closer, before he whispered back, “Okay.”
Weiying’s pupils seemed to dilate even more and his lips parted slightly. Lanzhan’s eyes flickered to his mouth. He’d been drinking, but he was nowhere near as intoxicated as He was, and he wouldn’t dare to kiss him now. But if He kissed him…
Then He pulled back, and the moment was gone. Weiying cleared his throat as He looked away.
“I’m gonna, uh, go get changed,” He muttered, sounding a bit flustered. Then He turned and hurried into his bedroom.
Lanzhan busied himself by taking care of his empty beer bottles. Then he lingered in the kitchen, leaned back against the sink with his hands gripping the edge of the counter. After a minute or two, he drummed his fingers impatiently, wondering what was taking Weiying so long.
Finally, he shrugged off of the counter and padded softly to his bedroom. He could hear Sizhui still in the shower, so using one fingertip, he tapped at his bedroom door. He heard scrambled movement on the other side, but a moment later, the door opened. Lanzhan’s eyes bugged out of his head and he nearly choked on his own saliva.
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He was wearing…, He was wearing one of his usual red tank tops, but instead of the usual joggers He paired it with, He was wearing a matching pair of shorts that exposed almost every inch of his shapely milky legs. He’d let his hair down. His cheeks were bright pink and his eyes were round little moons in his face.
“Hi,” He breathed quietly. “Sorry. It took...a minute. I almost fell once.”
Lanzhan buried his snort in his hand as He stepped back. He slipped past his, catching the scent of his Omega pheromones as he did. Heat pooled low in his belly and he shoved the feeling aside. He turned around to face his, but Weiying was looking at anything but him as He moved to the bed and bent over elightlu to plug in his phone (and holy shit did his shorts ride up just enough —)
“I should, uh, get changed too,” Lanzhan managed to rasp out. He looked at him, and he tipped his head towards the door. “You mind?”
his cheeks darkened and He shook his head. “Um, no. I should...probably get some water anyway.”
Weiying ducked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Lanzhan went to the dresser and pulled out a clean t-shirt and a pair of gray sweats before he changed into them. But his shirt was only halfway on when Weiying suddenly burst into the room, nearly spilling his glass of water as He closed the door behind him.
“Weiying!” Lanzhan protested as he quickly pulled his shirt into place. He looked at his indignantly. “What the hell?”
“I heard Sizhui getting out of the shower and I panicked,” Weiying said in a stage-whisper. He shrugged off of the door and made his way over to his side of the bed before He glanced back at him with a Heepish smirk. “Besides, it’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before.”
He nearly swallowed his tongue. Lanzhan pinched the bridge of his nose when He turned his back to him. He’s going to be the death of me, he thought to himself as he made his way to his own side of the bed. And here I thought five years was gonna be easy. I’m a fucking idiot.
They climbed under the covers at the same time. Lanzhan turned off his bedside table lamp and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Weiying took a drink of his water before He turned off his own lamp and settled down on his pillows with his back to him. His eyes cut to his, tracing the now-familiar slope of his shoulder, as heat ticked low in his belly. He tore his eyes away, back to the ceiling.
Soon, He was snoring softly. But Lanzhan didn’t fall asleep for a long, long .
