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May 2021 - Chicago, IL
“Dude. What the fuck kind of crisis requires my actual physical presence at eight o’clock in the morning?”
Wei Ying shoves his hands under his thighs to keep himself from flailing and looks at Nie Huaisang, his best friend. Who will probably be his ex-best friend after Wei Ying tells him what he needs to tell him. Fuck.
“Okay,” Wei Ying says and wonders if he’s being dumb. Maybe it’s not as big a deal as he’s making it out to be. Nie Huaisang will probably laugh it off and Wei Ying will buy him an expensive coffee that’s more sugar than caffeine and they’ll go about their respective Sunday mornings. “So here’s the thing, you know how a lot of people were all reflective and shit because of isolation and everything?”
This is only the second time Wei Ying has met with Nie Huaisang in person since they both got fully vaccinated. Still masked, of course, they’re still in public and give a shit about other people, but Wei Ying is no longer afraid to give hugs to certain people and it’s glorious.
“Like how I decided to go back to bisexual from pansexual because fuck you, bisexual means more than one gender and isn’t transphobic like some people like to claim?”
“Yes, exactly,” Wei Ying says, keeping his hands firmly under his thighs. “Like that.”
Nie Huaisang looks at him expectantly and Wei Ying knows that he knows. Probably has known a long time and just was waiting patiently for Wei Ying to come to that same conclusion. He’s gonna be supportive and say all the right things.
At least until Wei Ying tells him the rest of the story and then he’s gonna kill him.
“Okay, so. Same hat,” Wei Ying says, sounding kinda shy. This is the first time he’s actually saying the words out loud and wow. “Yeah, so I’m bi, too.”
Nie Huaisang smiles and Wei Ying gives him a goofy grin back. That wasn’t nearly as hard as he thought it would be. He’ll tell jie next.
“Good for you, dude. Remind me to show you the secret handshake later. You won’t be let into the clubhouse unless you know it,” Nie Huaisang says, using his cup of coffee to warm up his hands. “You up for sharing deets? Like, how’d you figure that out?”
Wei Ying’s heart rate speeds up. He and Nie Huaisang have been best friends for twelve years, since their freshman year of high school. Wei Ying played the flute for the marching band and Nie Huaisang was on the color guard. Go Blue Demons. And in all that time, they’ve never really fought. Mostly because both of them absolutely hate conflict and will let stupid shit slide all the damn time.
This, though? Nie Huaisang might not be willing to let this slide.
“So, um. I might have slept with someone,” Wei Ying says and he tries not to think too much about last night, when he had the revelation of his life. Because if he does think about it? He’s gonna get horny and he doesn’t particularly want to get horny in the local Starbucks. “And it was like the ultimate light bulb moment when I was on my knees, sucking the guy’s dick.”
“Yeah, that might be a bit of a hint, Wei Ying,” Nie Huaisang says with a laugh, resting his palm against his cheek. It’s not a mean laugh at all, it’s a warm one, giving Wei Ying all the support he needs. “Anyone we know? You were kinda the token straight dude in the group.”
Wei Ying takes a breath. Here we go. The ultimate friendship test.
“Um, yeah?” Wei Ying says, his voice unnaturally high. “I sorta, kinda, slept with your brother.”
Nie Huaisang’s drink stops halfway to his mouth. “You slept with my brother?” he asks, eyebrows practically in his hairline. “With da-ge?”
“Yeah,” Wei Ying says quietly.
Twelve hours later, he’s still not quite sure what happened. Nie Mingjue stopped by Wei Ying’s apartment to pick up Nie Huaisang’s bread machine, since he was in the area. Cause Nie Huaisang wanted to make sourdough this weekend and Wei Ying borrowed it like three weeks ago.
Wei Ying was a little buzzed—definitely not drunk, that’s very important—and offered Nie Mingjue a drink. One drink became two and Nie Mingjue mentioned he needed to get back on grindr so he could get over his last breakup.
And Wei Ying offered his services instead. As one does. He didn’t actually expect Nie Mingjue to take him up on it—Wei Ying sometimes thinks Nie Mingjue still views him as his little brother’s annoying best friend—but he did.
The second Nie Mingjue’s lips touched his, Wei Ying’s stomach dropped and he thought oh, so that’s what it’s supposed to be like. For a first time with a guy? It was pretty good. Nie Mingjue knew Wei Ying hadn’t been with a dude before and was very cool about the whole thing. Blowjobs were exchanged and a couple of hours later, Nie Huaisang sent Wei Ying pictures of his sourdough loaf.
“Okay, so I’ve decided to erase that from my memory and instead pretend that you slept with some random person you picked up at a bar. Then I’ll be able to ask the appropriate questions,” Nie Huaisang says, drumming his fingers on the table. “Cool?”
Wei Ying nods. It’s not like it’s ever gonna happen again with Nie Mingjue. He’s still Nie Huaisang’s big brother and Wei Ying really isn’t all that interested. In Nie Mingjue. In hooking up with some other dude? Yes. Very interested. So interested. The most interested.
“You doing okay? Sounds like it’s been a really intense twelve hours,” Nie Huaisang says quietly.
“Yeah, I’m cool,” Wei Ying says with a shrug. “Now that I’ve had like five minutes of self-reflection I probably should have seen this coming. The bi thing, I mean.”
“There’s no timeline,” Nie Huaisang says. He takes a sip of coffee and looks surprisingly thoughtful. “Figuring your shit out is a journey not a race, you know?”
Which makes sense. But that brings him to his other problem. See, Wei Ying likes sex. He does. He really does. He’s just not had all that much of it over the years. He’s never been a fan of hooking up or one-night stands. He likes the idea of sex actually meaning something.
And that’s his problem. Not only did he discover his bisexuality last night, he also learned that he loves giving head. Now he desperately wants to give good head. Like, amazing head. Wei Ying wants to win a gold medal in cock sucking.
Practicing on dildos is one thing, but Wei Ying wants the real deal. But the thought of finding people to practice on leaves him cold.
He tells Nie Huaisang his problem.
Somehow, Wei Ying should have known that Nie Huaisang would have a solution.
“Okay, so I know a guy,” Nie Huaisang says, lowering his voice. “He gives lessons. And not just regular blowjob lessons. Like, he teaches people how to deepthroat and how to seriously get their face fucked.”
Wei Ying pictures himself on his knees, mouth slack, drool dribbling down his chin as some mysterious stranger fucks his face. He wants that. He wants to learn how to let guys use him. How they can have their way with him. Just, you know. Safely.
And now he’s got a semi in a Starbucks. Fuck.
“Lessons,” Wei Ying says, trying to think what kind of guy gives blowjob lessons. “Is nothing sacred in the gig economy?”
“He doesn’t charge for them,” Nie Huaisang says with a wave of his hand. “He says he had enough bad blowjobs in his life that it’s his duty to educate the masses. He’ll do solo or groups.”
“Groups? Seriously?”
“Remember when I was with what’s-his-name?” Wei Ying nods. It’s been a couple years and he doesn’t remember the dude’s name. He doesn’t think Nie Huaisang remembers either at this point. “We went to one of his group classes. He really upped my game.”
Something sort of rankles. “Dude must think pretty damn highly of himself,” Wei Ying says.
“You would, too, if you had a cock like his. That’s part of the solo lessons, I’m told. You learn how to get face-fucked with that cock? Nothing will phase you. Ever.”
Wei Ying can’t quite believe he’s considering this. Blowjob lessons? And to think he thought he was straight twenty-four hours ago.
Wei Ying stares at the phone number and wonders if he really wants to do this. If he wants to contact someone—a stranger—and ask them to teach him how to suck cock. Then he thinks about what it was like on his knees, Nie Mingjue standing in front of him. Wei Ying felt powerful. He felt wanted. He wants that feeling again.
He presses call before he can talk himself out of it.
Someone answers on the third ring. “Lan Wangji.”
Wei Ying promised himself he wouldn’t laugh or mumble his way through the conversation. But the guy’s voice was deep. Confident. Just putting his name out there without the normal pleasantries and expecting the person on the other end of the line to roll with it. Fuck, Wei Ying hasn’t even seen the guy yet but he can tell Lan Wangji is fucking hot.
“Hey, I got your number through a friend,” Wei Ying says, tapping his foot restlessly. He can’t believe he’s doing this. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t. “He said you give lessons? Um, like, sexual ones?”
“Your name?”
“Oh right, shit. Sorry,” Wei Ying says, trying not to be flustered. But he’s already really freaking flustered. “Wei Ying.”
There’s a slight pause and Wei Ying wonder what Lan Wangji is doing right now. It’s three o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday, so working probably. But what kind of job can you just casually pause and talk about blowjobs? Granted, Wei Ying is currently working at home, doing social media manager things for Lotus Furniture Rental. But he’s at home and not using his company cell phone, so he’s allowed.
“Are you vaccinated?”
“Um, yeah. Got the second shot about five weeks ago,” Wei Ying says. He’s part of the Chicago Vaccine Hunters group and lucked out in getting a shot thanks to some expiration date mislabeling at a clinic and the ability to show up at the drop of a hat. “You?”
“I am vaccinated as well. Wei Ying, we will meet in public and after a conversation, I will either take you back to my apartment or I will block your number. Is that acceptable to you?” Lan Wangji asks. His voice is calm, like he’s talking about the fucking weather instead of letting Wei Ying know he’s gonna be judged.
He wants to know what sort of criteria Lan Wangji uses to judge people worthy of his lessons. “Absolutely,” Wei Ying says, drumming his fingers across his desk. “Um, so, what sort of…I mean, how do you decide—”
“We will talk and I will decide if your mouth is worthy of my cock,” Lan Wangji says, a bit of steel entering his voice. Wei Ying shifts in his chair, trying to will away his very inconvenient semi. “My decisions are final. If that is a problem, we can end this call.”
Wei Ying has never wanted anything more than to suck this guy’s cock and he doesn’t even know what Lan Wangji looks like. “Don’t end the call,” Wei Ying says, probably a little too eagerly. “Your body, your rules, and all that. So, I guess, when can we meet?”
“Get tested for all STDs. I recommend Planned Parenthood,” Lan Wangji says. Wei Ying hears a car horn and wonders if Lan Wangji is outside, walking around. He’s got a 312 area code, which is downtown Chicago, but area codes mean nothing these days. “Text me the results. I will get tested as well and do the same. Once we have the results, we will set up a time. I take only one student at a time and I prefer to teach without condoms.”
Wei Ying presses his thighs together. Yeah, he’ll be taking a break after this call. “Got it. I’ll make an appointment this afternoon.”
“Do you have any additional questions?”
Well, yeah, but none he’s willing to actually ask. Like why does Lan Wangji really do this? Wei Ying will probably never find out. “Nope, I’m good,” he says cheerfully. “I’ll text you as soon as I have some results.”
“Understood. Good day.”
The call ends and Wei Ying just stares at his phone. “Good day? Did someone really just tell me good day?” He turns to his laptop, ready to go make an appointment when the sudden friction reminds him of his boner.
He’ll make the appointment after he takes care of that.
Not that Wei Ying had any doubt, but he’s kinda relieved when he gets back his test results. All negative. Kinda amazing how many different tests he had to take. He peed in a cup, they took a swab of the inside of his cheek, they drew blood, a doctor looked over his junk. All so he can prove that he has zero STDs.
He texts Lan Wangji the results and within three minutes, he gets a text back with Lan Wangji’s results. Well, he should say the results for Lan first-name-drawn-over-by-a-sharpie. Guess Lan Wangji isn’t the dude’s real name. Which makes sense, now that Wei Ying thinks about it. People not cool with sex could absolutely take what Lan Wangji does the wrong way. Probably needs to have some sort of plausible deniability.
And then he gets one more text: This Friday, 7pm. Foxtrot Market-Old Town.
Wei Ying looks up the address and wonders about Lan Wangji’s sanity. It’s right across the street from Second City, which on a Friday night means it’ll be crowded and parking will be impossible. Not to mention expensive. He’s already used up his rideshare budget for the month, so public transportation it is.
Maybe it’s a test. Maybe in order to get lesson number one, you have to decide it’s worth fighting with tourists who think paying a hundred dollars to watch people in their early twenties play improv games is a good deal. Friday is only two days away and it’s been almost two weeks since he had a cock in his mouth.
It’s worth it.
After debating for close to three minutes on what to type back, Wei Ying settles on a simple ‘thumbs up’ emoji.
He doesn’t expect a response, not really, but that doesn’t mean he’s not disappointed when he doesn’t get one.
Choosing an outfit for a blowjob lesson is kinda a trip. Wei Ying doesn’t want to treat it like a date, cause it’s not a date. But he’ll also be spending about 45 minutes on the el to get to the place tonight—and who knows how long it’ll take to get back afterward—so he wants to be comfortable, right? Plus, it’s spring and Chicago is doing it’s stupid dance where it’s thirty degrees one day and seventy degrees the next.
After a ridiculous amount of time, Wei Ying settles on black skinny jeans that aren’t too horribly ripped, and an over-sized red sweater with a black tank top underneath. The sweater sometimes slips down his shoulder, which kinda makes Wei Ying feel sexy. Like he’s doing the world’s most innocent strip tease. Oh, and plain black boxer briefs. Nothing fancy. But they are almost the same shade of black as his tank top so it’s practically lingerie.
Wei Ying leaves his garden apartment in Logan Square an hour and fifteen minutes before they’re supposed to meet. If public transportation decides to play nice, he’ll just walk around the area until it’s show time. If it decides to be a whiny bitch? Well, he’ll be right on time.
As he walks towards the blue line—mask on, of course—Wei Ying’s got to admit he’s feeling kind of proud of himself. It’s been two weeks since his revelation and he’s already come out to his family—well, to jie and Jiang Cheng—and a couple of other close friends. He’s installed Grindr, Hinge, and Adam4Adam on his phone. He’s even got a small bi-pride pin on his backpack. And if Chicago has a pride parade this year? He’s absolutely taking part. Jiang Cheng is asexual. They can go together.
Basically, he’s been pretty happy with himself for the last two weeks. Which to be honest? Is kinda weird. He’s used to hating at least something about himself. To actually be content? To not feel the usual self-loathing? Wei Ying’s gonna be waiting for the other shoe to drop. It always does.
So the el is a whiny bitch tonight cause Friday rush hour and Wei Ying walks into the Foxtrot Market with only two minutes to spare. That’s when he realizes that he has absolutely no idea what Lan Wangji looks like. Wei Ying assumes he’s Chinese, thanks to his name, but other than a vague knowledge that he’s probably hot? Not a damn clue.
There’s a cafe on the second floor of the market, so that’s where he starts. As the escalator arrives at the second floor, Wei Ying tries to look at everyone sitting in the cafe without actually looking. It’s surprisingly crowded for a Friday night and the fact that, you know, COVID is still kind of a thing.
Wei Ying’s just about to go to the counter to order a coffee when he’s almost positive he’s found Lan Wangji. There’s a man sitting in the corner, legs crossed at the knee. He’s wearing what Wei Ying can only describe as office drone attire, but like in the most sexy way possible. A light blue mask. Fitted light grey slacks and a navy blue button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up, revealing a scandalous amount of forearm. Not to mention a watch. An actual watch like he’s a time traveler or something. To top it off, his hair is in a low bun at the nape of his neck.
Also. Yeah. He’s stupid hot. Stupid hot. Even with a mask, he’s basically the most beautiful man Wei Ying has ever seen in his life. And somehow he’s supposed to learn how to suck cock from him? Wei Ying doesn’t even know if he’ll even be able to say two words to the man, let alone suck his cock.
But Wei Ying is not a coward and has been around plenty of beautiful people during the course of his life. He can be coherent. After all, he’s still got to convince the guy he’s worth his time.
Wei Ying takes a breath, deep down, all the way to his toes, like the ones he takes right before pressing post on a work social media post that might get him in trouble instead of going viral.
“Hey,” Wei Ying says as he walks up to the table. He waves, which is probably stupid, but whatever. “Are you—”
“Wei Ying?” Wei Ying nods and starts to head towards the other seat at the table. Lan Wangji holds up a finger, clearly telling Wei Ying to stay put. And then Lan Wangji checks him out. Thoroughly. From his feet to the top of his head with extra attention spent at crotch-level. Wei Ying feels exposed, naked, and when Lan Wangji gives him a crisp nod and gestures to the seat, well, he feels fucking hot. Like he passed some sort of test.
Even though COVID has messed with a lot of social niceties, Wei Ying still does appreciate a good handshake. Most of the time, he doesn’t risk it these days, but he might potentially suck Lan Wangji off, so he’s not too concerned.
He holds out his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he says.
They shake hands. Lan Wangji’s grip is firm. Confident. “Likewise,” Lan Wangji says.
Wei Ying isn’t sure what to say now that introductions are out of the way. They are in public, after all, and it’s not like they can start the lesson here. He’s just about to make a joke out of it when Lan Wangji picks up his tea, lifts up his mask just so, and basically chugs.
Once his mask is back in place, he stands up. “We may leave now.”
“Wait, what?” Wei Ying asks before standing. Lan Wangji is already walking towards the escalator and Wei Ying wants to keep up. “Just like that? I thought we were supposed to have a conversation first.”
“We did,” Lan Wangji says coolly as he steps onto the escalator. “Based on that conversation we will go to my apartment.”
Lan Wangji doesn’t even need to look down at the ground as he gets off the escalator and Wei Ying needs to double time to catch up. And then they’re outside and Wei Ying decides to go with it. He’ll follow Lan Wangji to the end of the earth. “Is there anything you need to know?” Wei Ying asks. “Like for the lessons?”
“What would you consider your experience level?” asks Lan Wangji.
“Total novice,” Wei Ying says cheerfully. “I’ve only given one blowjob in my entire life and I’m pretty sure it was awful.”
He tried, he really did. But his brain was going into overdrive as he knelt in front of Nie Mingjue. Wei Ying tried to remember what he’s seen in porn, but he has a feeling that’s basically the worst thing he could do. Porn isn’t realistic. It’s fantasy. Nie Mingjue was a champ, though, giving Wei Ying some direction, which helped calm his nerves a lot.
That catches Lan Wangji’s attention. He stops at the corner and looks Wei Ying up and down again and says, “I don’t understand.”
Wei Ying grins and decides to take that as a compliment. “I only realized I was bi like two weeks ago. Totally thought I was straight. And,” he shrugs, hoping he sounds casual, “if I’m gonna do something, I want to do it right.”
“That is a commendable attitude,” Lan Wangji says as they turn the corner. They walk down a tree-lined street, full of expensive single-family homes and really expensive condos. It’s a street that Wei Ying most certainly doesn’t belong on. Give him his garden apartment in Logan Square, full of life. They’ve got family-run businesses and street vendors and an entire block of houses probably cost less than one of these renovated homes on this street.
“So are there any rules I should know? Any boundaries I shouldn’t cross?” Wei Ying asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. If there are, for once in his life, he’s not going to push them. Usually he does, almost all the time. It’s why he’s so good at his job and why Lotus Furniture Rental is considered one of the top brands when it comes to social media. But Lan Wangji is doing him a favor. Wei Ying doesn’t want to piss him off and end the lessons prematurely.
“We will discuss that when we arrive at my apartment,” Lan Wangji says, looking straight ahead. “You will then have an opportunity to leave, if you desire.”
Yeah, Wei Ying is pretty sure that’s not happening. Lan Wangji is basically the most beautiful man on the planet. If Wei Ying is going to have a chance to suck him off? Wei Ying wants. Wei Ying wants very much. “Cool. Makes sense. Do a lot of guys actually leave?”
Lan Wangji gives a minute shake of the head and Wei Ying grins. Oh he has so many questions. Maybe at the end of the lesson, he can ask, cause he’s so curious.
They stop in front of a narrow brownstone, one that looks like it actually belongs in the neighborhood instead of the garish new ones. It’s gated, because of course it is, and Wei Ying is very considerate and turns away while Lan Wangji enters the code. The gate opens and Lan Wangji puts his arm out, clearly in a after you manner.
Wei Ying shoots him a grin as he walks past. Lan Wangji follows, causing Wei Ying almost to trip and fall to his death when he realizes Lan Wangji’s put his hand on the small of his back. Fuck. Wei Ying keeps telling himself he isn’t nervous, that he’s doing this for his faceless future partner. It isn’t any different from when he and Mianmian were dating in college and he kept bugging her to let him practice eating her out.
It isn’t.
Well, except he and Lan Wangji aren’t dating and a simple touch to his lower back is causing his skin to light on fire.
Somehow Wei Ying manages to stay on his feet as they walk to the door. Lan Wangji waves his phone at a security console and Wei Ying can hear the door unlock. They enter a tasteful foyer with two mailboxes. “Upstairs,” Lan Wangji says, nodding towards the staircase.
This is it. This is really happening. Wei Ying is about to enroll in the School of Cock.
They walk into Lan Wangji’s apartment and Wei Ying immediately starts to look around. He’s always curious to see how the other half lives. It’s a studio, which surprises Wei Ying, but even a studio in this neighborhood is going to be ridiculously expensive. There’s a kitchen full of stainless steel appliances to the right and then a living area with pale blue walls and white furniture to the left. There’s a paper screen in the middle of the living area and Wei Ying assumes Lan Wangji’s bed is behind that.
“Nice place,” Wei Ying says as he slips off his shoes. There are two sets of slippers and he wonders if he should bother putting on a set. Then again, he has no idea how the lessons work. He might not even get naked.
“Thank you,” Lan Wangji says as he takes off his own shoes. He points at the wall. “There is a hook for your mask.”
“Oh, sweet,” Wei Ying says as he takes off his mask. “That’s clever, I might steal that.”
“You’re welcome to,” Lan Wangji says, taking off his own mask. “You asked for rules. We will not kiss, we will not make-out.”
Wei Ying has to admit, he’s a little bummed by that rule. He loves making out. It’s one of his favorite things to do. But Lan Wangji is the boss. And the boss is now walking into the living area. It looks a little different than living rooms Wei Ying has seen before and it takes a minute for him to realize that there’s no TV. Weird. In fact, it’s pretty bare. No pictures. Nothing really to look anything other than a staged apartment.
“Got it,” Wei Ying says. “No kissing, no making out.”
Lan Wangji nods and takes off his watch, placing it on a desk. “I am not always able to come by oral sex alone,” he says seriously and all Wei Ying can do is raise his eyebrows. “That is not a challenge. There have been some who think they can force it to happen even if I say it will not. If I feel that is the case with you, I will ask you to leave.”
So a guy who can’t nut from a blowjob is going to teach him how to give them. At the end of the day, this is not even in the top five weirdest situations Wei Ying has found himself in, so he’s just gonna go with the flow. “Understood.”
“First, I will give you a demonstration of my skill and then you will decide if you’d like to proceed with the lessons,” Lan Wangji says. “Is that acceptable?”
A demonstration. Fuck. Somehow, in all of this, Wei Ying didn’t really think there was a chance that his cock might get sucked tonight. This is a very exciting development, and one Wei Ying is absolutely here for. “Um, sure. Of course. Teacher knows best, Lan-laoshi.”
And then the hottest man Wei Ying has ever seen in his fucking life is kneeling in front of him. “Now?” Wei Ying asks, practically in a squeak.
“Now,” Lan Wangji says, sitting back on his heels. “If you are not comfortable, you may leave at any time.”
“No, I’m good, I’m good,” Wei Ying says. He decides to take off his sweater, since it’s long and might get in the way of, um. Things. The tank top can stay on, though. He throws the sweater onto the couch and Lan Wangji immediately starts checking out his arms and shoulders. And not in a respectful way at all. Wei Ying practically preens and as he goes to unzip his jeans, discovers he’s a lot more ready than he thought.
“So you are aware,” Lan Wangji says, now staring at the bulge in Wei Ying’s jeans. “Yours will be the first cock I’ve sucked since the start of the pandemic. I might be a little out of practice.”
Just the way he says those words makes ants run up and down Wei Ying’s spine. “Fifteen months without cock?” Wei Ying asks. The poor guy. He’s only gone just more than two weeks without cock and he already misses it.
Wei Ying starts to push down his boxer-briefs, but Lan Wangji stops him, putting his hands on top of Wei Ying’s. “This is part of the experience,” Lan Wangji says seriously. “We will discuss more later. But for now, please let me work.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” Wei Ying says with a mock salute. He’s halfway to hard already and all that took was the promise of a blowjob. He might spontaneously combust once his cock is inside Lan Wangji’s mouth.
Lan Wangji leans in so that his mouth is not quite brushing Wei Ying’s cock. “Fuck,” Wei Ying mutters as Lan Wangji takes a deep breath, like he’s simply trying to smell Wei Ying’s cock. “Um, so, I talk a lot in bed.” Wei Ying only brings it up because he gets the feeling that Lan Wangji is not a big talker. “Hope that’s okay.”
“I will appreciate the guidance,” Lan Wangji says, looking up at Wei Ying. “You may be as loud as you like.”
Wow. Okay. Holy fuck. When Nie Mingjue sucked him off, Wei Ying was sitting on his couch, leaning back. Standing up like this, fuck, this makes him feel powerful. Like the entire focus of the world is on his cock right now.
“Well, I’m gonna take you up on that,” Wei Ying says, reaching out to stroke Lan Wangji’s cheek. But he pulls back, not wanting to touch without permission. “What’s off limits while you work?”
Letting out a huff of air, Lan Wangji rests his weight back on his heels. “You may touch my hair, but do not pull. And please do not slap me in the face with your cock.”
“Yeah, that’s a dick move,” Wei Ying says, trying to sound serious. But then he laughs, cause fuck it, he’s hilarious. Lan Wangji, on the other hand, does not look amused. “Sorry, sorry, Lan-laoshi, I’ll be good.”
Their eyes meet and Wei Ying feels a jolt when Lan Wangji nods slowly, like he’s trusting Wei Ying to be just that. Good. And yes. Wei Ying suddenly has the desire to be very, very good.
Lan Wangji’s focus is back onto Wei Ying’s cock and it’s taking all of Wei Ying’s willpower not to fidget. He wants to bounce up and down on his heels, but he’s got a feeling that Lan Wangji won’t appreciate that. So somehow. Somehow. He manages to stay still.
Until Lan Wangji runs his hands up the back of his thighs. “Fuck,” Wei Ying whispers, leaning his head back. He’s not sure if Lan Wangji heard him, and well. The man himself did encourage Wei Ying to be loud.
So. The experience. Wei Ying looks down at Lan Wangji, who is staring straight at Wei Ying. “Wow, okay. That’s intense.” Wei Ying thinks back to other blowjobs he’s had, which, to be honest, is not as many as he’d like. But he can’t really remember if anyone simply looked at him like Lan Wangji is currently looking at him. Like he is the reason for the universe to continue it’s existence.
And look. Wei Ying knows it’s an act. Of course it’s an act. They’ve known each other for all of less than two weeks and only met in person, what? Thirty minutes ago? Of course it’s a fucking act. But Wei Ying is currently buying it hook, line, and sinker.
Without any warning, eyes still boring into Wei Ying, Lan Wangji slowly unzips Wei Ying’s jeans. His fingers are now digging into Wei Ying’s hips and oh. Oh Wei Ying likes that a lot. Especially likes it as Lan Wangji slides his jeans down his hips, just enough. And is still staring at Wei Ying as he carefully pulls down Wei Ying’s underwear, freeing his cock.
Which is now completely hard. His cock. So predictable.
“Okay, at this rate, I’m gonna come the second you get me into your mouth. Oh my god,” Wei Ying says, putting his hand on the top of Lan Wangji’s head to steady himself. “Lemme prove me wrong. I’m gonna try not to come for at least a minute. Do you have a timer somewhere?”
Lan Wangji lets out of puff of air and Wei Ying wonders if that’s a laugh. He really sort of hopes it’s a laugh, because some part of him loves the idea of making Lan Wangji laugh. Laughing is good. Laughing is really good. But cock sucking is also good. And Wei Ying really wants to get his cock sucked now.
Thankfully, Lan Wangji seems to be on the same page. He leans forward and Wei Ying can’t help it. His breath catches like he’s in a regency bodice ripper. And then. And then. Just when Wei Ying doesn’t think he can take the anticipation any longer, Lan Wangji presses his lips to the head of Wei Ying’s cock.
Cool. Not quite what he was expecting, but Lan Wangji is the expert here. Wei Ying will just close his eyes— Oh that’s tongue. That is a tongue licking down the underside of his cock.
“Um, a minute might be optimistic,” Wei Ying says, slightly breathless as he digs his toes into the carpet, trying to regain some semblance of self. Which of course, is when Lan Wangji wraps one of his hands—and holy fuck does he have big hands—around the base of Wei Ying’s cock.
Without thinking, Wei Ying thrusts hips forward, just once. Look, his cock really wants some friction. “Sorry, sorry,” Wei Ying says, tapping Lan Wangji’s head softly. “I’ll be good.”
“We will practice face fucking at a later time,” Lan Wangji says as he starts to stroke Wei Ying’s cock with that oh so beautiful hand of his. Precome is already leaking from the tip of Wei Ying’s cock, which Lan Wangji quickly uses as he continues to stroke. Wei Ying can’t ever remember thinking that fingers could be so fucking pretty. But Lan Wangji has very pretty fingers.
“Nice. Face fucking. Excellent,” Wei Ying says, desperately trying to keep things together. He’s pretty sure he’s fairly sure he’s failing miserably. But A for effort, as far as he’s concerned.
That’s when Lan Wangji takes his cock into his mouth. And then fucking hums. “Oh my god,” Wei Ying says, already mentally chastising himself, because he is usually much more imaginative when it comes to talking in bed. Apparently not tonight, though.
Lan Wangji does that thing, where the top of his fist meets his lips and Wei Ying’s cock is very much enjoying the attention. He swears the only thing keeping him upright is his hand balancing on Lan Wangji’s head. And he’s good at following directions. Not pulling his hair at all.
Wei Ying can only close his eyes as Lan Wangji gets into a rhythm. His brain only wants to process hot and wet and tight. He’s got absolutely no other adjectives right now. He lets himself get lost in the sensation, where the only thing in the world is his cock and Lan Wangji’s mouth.
Then he makes the mistake of looking down. Lan Wangji is staring right up at him, like this is the only thing he wants, to be sucking Wei Ying’s cock. And that little bit of eye contact?
Yeah, that’s apparently enough to push him over the edge. Because he’s barely able to grit out, “I think I’m gonna—“
Before he does. Wei Ying comes. He tries to push Lan Wangji back, so he doesn’t get a mouthful of come unless that’s actually what he wants. Which Wei Ying quickly realizes is exactly what Lan Wangji wants, gripping his hip with one of those beautiful hands of his and not lettings go.
Lan Wangji strokes him through it, even as he’s swallowing. “Fuck,” Wei Ying says, making the decision to absolutely not be embarrassed at how quickly he came. That was a fucking orgasm. He’s never… He’s never actually finished in someone’s mouth before. Even with Nie Mingjue, he simply pulled back and came all over Nie Mingjue’s chest.
Wei Ying feels boneless in the best possible way as he looks down at Lan Wangji. Who is staring up at him, his lips wet from Wei Ying’s come. And wow. That is certainly a look and it is doing things to Wei Ying. Without thinking, he reaches forward and wipes his thumb across Lan Wangji’s lower lip. There’s a hint of something there. A smile, maybe? Whatever it is, Wei Ying really, really likes it.
“That was,” Wei Ying starts, unsure of how to finish the sentence. Yes, before Lan Wangji, he could count the number of people who have sucked his cock on one hand and still have a finger left over. Which is a very convoluted way to say that there are four people out in the world who have had Wei Ying’s cock in their mouth. And none of those mouths felt nearly as amazing as the combination of Lan Wangji’s mouth and hands. “Um, where do I sign up officially? Please. Teach me your ways.”
If Wei Ying didn’t know any better, he’d think that Lan Wangji looks pleased with himself. He’s also clearly very hard underneath those office drone slacks he’s wearing. “I will be pleased to have you as my student, Wei Ying.”
Wei Ying decides to ignore the warmth in his belly. There’s no need to preen when someone says they’re gonna teach him how to give good head. “Cool. So should I expect a syllabus next lesson or something?” Wei Ying says with a grin, holding his hand out to Lan Wangji. His knees are probably killing him right now.
“Or something,” Lan Wangji says. Wei Ying is actually sort of surprised when Lan Wangji takes his hand and lets him help him up.
“So what’s next?” Wei Ying asks, tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping up his jeans. He sounds like an over-eager idiot right now, and you know what? Zero fucks given.
Even with the office drone clothes, Wei Ying can tell that Lan Wangji is packing. He’s practically drooling at the thought of getting his mouth on the man’s cock. But respectfully, of course. He’s not stupid. The last thing he’s gonna do is risk these lessons.
“Let us move to the couch,” Lan Wangji says. Even with a boner, the dude moves gracefully, walking to a white leather sofa. “I’ll start standing, then move to a sitting position later on.”
Like, that should be be least sexiest sentence in the history of sexy sentences. And yet? Lan Wangji makes it work. “Sure. Whatever you say,” Wei Ying says. Right now? Lan Wangji could ask him to do anything and Wei Ying would absolutely consider it. Rob a bank? Streak down the street? Why not? That’s just how relaxed he is after that unexpected blowjob.
Once they make it to the couch, Lan Wangji says, his voice accepting no refusal, “On your knees.”
Wei Ying doesn’t hesitate. Lan Wangji wants him on his knees? Wei Ying is on his knees.
“I’m assuming you’ve gone down on women before?” Lan Wangji asks, an eyebrow raised.
Resting back on his heels, Wei Ying says, “Well, yeah.”
He’s always liked eating women out. There’s something so intimate about a person letting you put your mouth on their junk. Wei Ying also really likes the taste, which he knows some people don’t like at all. He’s desperately hoping that he likes the taste of come, though who knows if he’ll find out tonight.
“Why have you gone down on them?” Lan Wangji asks. He reaches out and strokes Wei Ying’s cheek. And yeah, that’s the kind of thing Wei Ying loves after an orgasm. That closeness. If this wasn’t a lesson, he’d be demanding cuddles after he gets Lan Wangji off.
Right. This is a lesson. Wei Ying squirms a bit, trying to get comfortable as he rests back on his knees. “Well, cause I wanted to.” Lan Wangji gives him a look and Wei Ying tries to think of a better answer. “Because I wanted them to feel good.”
“Good boy,” Lan Wangji says, patting Wei Ying’s cheek. This time, Wei Ying can’t help it. He beams as he looks up at Lan Wangji. “Oral sex isn’t about making someone come. It’s about creating pleasure for two people.”
“Why am I tempted to take notes?” Wei Ying jokes, tapping his fingers on his thigh. Lan Wangji is clearly still hard, and he’s standing right in front of Wei Ying. It’s sort of cruel at this point.
“I have no doubt that you’ll remember,” Lan Wangji says. He starts to unbutton his dress shirt and Wei Ying immediately zones in on the little triangle of chest revealed above the collar of his undershirt. What is he? A Victorian dandy who is ready to go to town because of a small patch of skin? “Settle, Wei Ying.”
That’s enough to catch Wei Ying’s attention. “Huh?” he asks, looking up at Lan Wangji. Who is now undoing his belt. Fuck. He’s gonna die. He’s absolutely gonna die.
“You’re nervous,” Lan Wangji says. He puts one of those hands of his on the top of Wei Ying’s head and starts petting his hair. It feels nice. Ridiculously nice, if Wei Ying is honest with himself. “There you go. Relaxation is key. Tense is the opposite of what we want here.”
“Yeah, no, I got it,” Wei Ying says, letting out a deep breath. Lan Wangji is still petting his hair and it’s so tempting to close his eyes. “I’m good. Promise.”
Wei Ying can only watch as Lan Wangji unbuttons his office drone slacks, then slowly unzips them, his eyes on Wei Ying the entire time. “Because you are a novice—“
“I’m a quick learner.”
“You will have a chance to prove that,” Lan Wangji says without missing a beat. “But not yet. Please do not interrupt me again.” And what can Wei Ying say to that? Nothing. Not really. Every instinct is to be a pest and whine, but he’s a guest. All Lan Wangji has to do is ask him to leave and it’s over.
Wei Ying really doesn’t want this to be over.
“Sorry, sorry, Lan-laoshi,” Wei Ying says with just a hint of a pout. Enough so Lan Wangji knows exactly what he’s doing. “I’m listening.”
“I would like you to get used to having a cock in your mouth. Please take my cock out and let it rest on your tongue. Do nothing. Do not stroke. Do not suck. Understood?”
How Lan Wangji is just standing there, like he’s talking about the weather, instead of his cock, Wei Ying has no idea. But. But. Wei Ying just got permission to touch Lan Wangji’s cock, so that is sort of the entire focus of his life right now. Who the fuck cares about the hierarchy of needs when he’s about to have Lan Wangji’s cock in his mouth?
“Understood,” Wei Ying says, simply to prove to Lan Wangji that he can be an obedient student when he wants to be.
And then he sits up on his knees and reaches for Lan Wangji’s cock. As carefully as he can, Wei Ying pulls Lan Wangji’s underwear away from his stomach and then down, letting Lan Wangji’s cock free.
Okay. So over the last ten years of his life, Wei Ying’s seen a lot of cocks. Not in person. But watching porn. And without a doubt, Lan Wangji’s cock is one of the most beautiful he’s ever seen. Already it’s dark and flush and leaking slightly from the tip. If anyone asked him what the perfect cock looks like, Wei Ying would say this one.
“Dude, you have a gorgeous cock,” Wei Ying says, just because he has to say something. It’s not like he’s going to be able to talk once there’s a cock in his mouth. And he doesn’t want to say the obvious. Which is that Lan Wangji’s cock? Big. Really fucking big.
Wei Ying doesn’t think he’s imagining it, but he’s pretty sure Lan Wangji’s ears just turned pink. It’s kind of adorable, especially considering how many people have probably had Lan Wangji’s cock in their mouth. “Thank you,” Lan Wangji says quietly.
“Okay, here goes,” Wei Ying says, reaching out one hand and wrapping it around the base of Lan Wangji’s cock. Which even feels beautiful. Smooth and velvety. But there’s no way his cock is fitting all the way in Wei Ying’s mouth. He’s take as much as he can, though.
Leaning forward, Wei Ying opens his mouth and lets Lan Wangji’s cock slide in. Every instinct is screaming at him to create some suction, to start licking and kissing and sucking, but he doesn’t. He simply keeps Lan Wangji’s cock in his mouth.
“Practice breathing in and out of your nose,” Lan Wangji says, petting Wei Ying’s hair again. “Just breathe. Breathing is key when it comes to giving good head.”
Breathe. Wei Ying can totally breathe. So he does. It feels sort of weird, doing this while there’s a cock in his mouth, but he closes his eyes and simply concentrates on breathing. In practically no time at all, Wei Ying relaxes. Already the taste has changed slightly, a little more muskier. Lan Wangji is clearly leaking a bit and that? Hot.
“Keep breathing as I speak,” Lan Wangji says. Wei Ying gives him a thumbs up. It’s starting to get a little awkward, like when he opens his eyes, practically the only thing he sees is neatly trimmed pubic hair. But whatever. He’s learning. This is a learning experience. “I would like you to purchase a dildo and practice breathing with it in your mouth. I can recommend a store, if you would like to shop locally.”
Hell, yes, Wei Ying would like to shop locally. It’s not really something he’s done before. He’s been to Lover’s Lane a couple of times in his life, but never solo. And it was never more than to buy something like flavored condoms or lube. A local sex shop? That sounds fantastic.
Wei Ying hums his approval and above him, Lan Wangji makes a small breathless noise. Oh. Oh nice, Wei Ying did something good. He’ll remember that one. Because that sound? That was really fucking hot and Wei Ying wants to hear it again. Better yet, he wants to be the one to make Lan Wangji make that sound again.
“You may take a break,” Lan Wangji says.
Wow. It’s a lot harder to just keep a cock in his mouth than he thought. Wei Ying leans back on his heels, breathing more heavily than he cares to admit, and watches how Lan Wangji’s cock is still standing tall. How long has this dude been hard? He’s like a freaking superhero.
He desperately wants to ask Lan Wangji if he’s gonna actually be able to suck his cock tonight, but he simply stays where he is and catches his breath.
“I can individualize your lessons if you are willing to provide more information,” Lan Wangji says, his hand moving down to his cock. He starts stroking himself slowly, not nearly fast enough to get off, probably just enough to take the edge off.
This apartment could be set on fire and Wei Ying absolutely would not be able to look away at the picture in front of him. Lan Wangji jerking himself off? Fuck. “Um,” Wei Ying says, his eyes not moving from Lan Wangji’s cock. “What sort of questions?”
“Will you find most of your experiences through Grindr? If so, we can focus a bit more on your overall performance, as opposed to focusing on the act of sucking cock.”
That’s enough to get Wei Ying to stop staring. “Performance?” He thinks about it, if that’s something he would like and quickly realizes that it is not. “I don’t tend to have sex with strangers.” At Lan Wangji’s raised brow, Wei Ying breaks into a grin. “Granted, one very obvious exception. And you’re totally not a stranger. You were a referral.”
Lan Wangji lets out another puff of air and Wei Ying is ready to do a fist pump. He totally made him laugh. But the air leaves his lungs pretty damn quick when Lan Wangji takes his hand off of his cock and strokes his cheek. “You may suck now, Wei Ying. Think of what I did earlier and remember to breathe.”
And is he getting hard again? Yeah, he’s pretty sure he’s getting hard again. But Wei Ying is a fucking superhero and pushes all thoughts of his own cock aside and focuses on Lan Wangji’s.
Eye contact. Eye contact is super sexy. So he looks up and catches Lan Wangji’s eye. As he does, Wei Ying leans forward and takes his cock into his mouth. He doesn’t take Lan Wangji in deep, he doesn’t think that he could yet. But he remembers what Lan Wangji did earlier, and wraps his hand around the base of Lan Wangji’s cock.
And then he sucks. Not too hard. Just enough as he moves his tongue back and forth, along the underside of Lan Wangji’s cock. He makes a little cock sleeve with his fist and mouth, and starts to bob his head. Once he gets into a rhythm, he looks up at Lan Wangji, who is staring down at him intently.
Um. Yeah, so Wei Ying is hard again. He’s really fucking hard, but he’s not willing to move either one of his hands away from Lan Wangji’s body to touch himself.
What’s pretty cool is that Wei Ying realizes he’s been breathing easily through his nose the entire time, without even thinking about it. Which when you think about it? Good for him. He’s gonna go out on a limb and say he’s a natural at sucking cock.
Speaking of which, he’s not sure how long he’s been doing this, but his jaw is starting to get a little tired. Lan Wangji said he can’t really get off with a blowjob, right? So maybe the end game here isn’t a bl
Wei Ying decides to take a chance and pulls away from Lan Wangji’s cock with a satisfying pop. Air rushes back into his lungs and okay. Maybe he wasn’t breathing through his nose as much as he thought he was. Whatever, he’s still got Lan Wangji’s cock in his hand and he’s not afraid to stroke it.
“Can I get you off with my hands?” Wei Ying asks, desperately hoping that the answer is a responding yes. “I think you deserve a reward for such a productive first lesson.”
Instead of nodding or even saying anything remotely like an affirmation, Lan Wangji sits—legs spread—down on the couch, leaning back against the cushions.
That’s enough of an invite in Wei Ying’s books. “Can my cock join the party?” he asks, wondering if he’s about to make a tactical error. Maybe this is too intimate. Too personal. Then again, Wei Ying did just have Lan Wangji’s cock in his mouth.
He really sort of wishes they could kiss. that would make tonight so much better, if they could share sloppy kisses as they had their lesson. But he gets it. It’s not like they’re dating or in a relationship. Fuck, this technically isn’t even a one-night stand. Wei Ying will simply take what he can get.
“It may,” Lan Wangji says, his voice rough.
Wei Ying wastes no time in unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock, which, as previously established. Is very, very hard. He’s still on his knees, basically the perfect height to bring their cocks together. So he takes them both in his hands and starts stroking.
Not that he has a ton of experience in this sort of thing, but Wei Ying is pretty sure that Lan Wangji is close. Wei Ying decides to leave no prisoners and strokes as efficiently as he can, adding a little twist to the upstroke.
Lan Wangji looks absolutely lewd, leaning back on the sofa, his eyes closed, mouth slightly open. Fuck, this whole night has been like a dream. Except for the whole no kissing part. But Wei Ying isn’t gonna be greedy.
He speeds up his strokes and with only a slight grunt as a warning, Lan Wangji starts to come. So Wei Ying’s had plenty of experience watching himself come over the years. And sure, he’s seen a lot of guys come in porn. But he’s never seen a guy in person come before. When he he had sex with Nie Mingjue, they were kissing when he came. Sadly, Wei Wuxian didn’t catch the show. He’s fairly certain it would have been hot.
But probably not as hot as this, as Lan Wangji lets out a series of punched-out moans that goes straight to Wei Ying’s cock. The come starts dripping down Wei Ying’s hand and his own cock and fuck. Even a little bit gets on Lan Wangji’s office drone slacks.
Wei Ying’s gets that tightness in his balls and he rests back on his heels, not wanting to make more of a mess as he strokes himself through his own orgasm. It’s not quite as good as the first one, but still as orgasms go? Not too shabby.
Then there’s silence. Well, not complete silence. They’re both breathing hard and Wei Ying can hear a bit of traffic from the street. Maybe even an ambulance. Whatever it is, it’s quiet here. His brain is quiet and Wei Ying’s brain is never quiet.
He doesn’t even notice Lan Wangji moving until Wei Ying is given a handful of tissues. “Thanks,” he says, because he’s really not sure of the etiquette here. If there even is etiquette for this sort of scenario.
“I see we do not need to review handjobs as part of your education,” Lan Wangji says.
Wei Ying grins. How can he not? That was absolutely a joke. He can tell. “Told you I was a quick learner.”
Lan Wangji nods as he cleans himself up, then sadly tucks his soft cock back into this slacks, rudely keeping it from Wei Ying’s view. Wei Ying decides to do the same. Once he’s put back together, he stands up, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
He probably shouldn’t be this eager for lessons of all things, but he can’t help it. “When can we have our next lesson?”
Lan Wangji is already walking towards the door, which, yeah. Is kind of a bummer. Not that Wei Ying expected to stay for a while. But he literally just had Lan Wangji’s come on his hand less than five minutes ago. This would never happen in a relationship.
But that’s why he’s doing this, right? So he can learn how to give amazing head, then find a boyfriend to give amazing head to. It’s a perfect fool-proof plan, Wei Ying decides as he grabs his sweater from the floor as he follows Lan Wangji.
“I work in the evenings, but I am free Monday nights,” Lan Wangji says as Wei Ying put his shoes back on. “However, I have another commitment this upcoming Monday, so we will meet the Monday after that.”
Wei Ying does the math. That’s ten days. Ten days seems like forever. “Any homework besides breathing with a dildo in my mouth?” he asks, because he is nothing if not a diligent student.
Lan Wangji seems to consider the question. “Do not watch any porn involving blowjobs for the time being. They mostly are unrealistic and will set you up to fail.”
Not quite the assignment he expected, but Wei Ying can handle it. Thankfully, he likes all sort of porn, so this won’t be too much of a hardship. “Cool. I can handle that.”
“We will have our next lesson here. Seven in the evening,” Lan Wangji says, opening up the door. “Do not be late.”
Wei Ying gives Lan Wangji a salute and walks out the door. As he does, he asks, “Any hints? On what the next lesson will be about?”
Lan Wangji stands in the doorway and Wei Ying is again struck at what a beautiful man is is, wearing slacks and an undershirt. Wei Ying can only stand there as Lan Wangji gives him another once-over. A man could get used to be looked at like a piece of meat, that’s for sure.
“Perception.”
And with that, the door shuts. Wei Ying lets out a breath and thinks about what exactly that might mean.