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"Hey Lan Zhan, remember the summer camp?" Wei Ying asked, all stretched out across Lan Zhan's lap, his eyes fixed on something that must have been particularly interesting on the ceiling.
How could he forget the summer camp? Each second of Wei Ying in his presence in those fateful weeks was etched into his memory, every second treasured and hated in equal measure. "I do," he said, shifting his legs very slightly; one had started to go numb. "Was there something in particular you were thinking of?"
Wei Ying hummed. "I was just wondering- because we share now, and-" He gestured towards the double bed at the edge of the bedroom that they did indeed share. "When we shared that tent on the overnight hike, you were a really restless sleeper? But you're not now."
"Mn." Lan Zhan knew exactly why those nights were so restless, of course. With Wei Ying so close to him, within reach at all times through only a veil of darkness, there had been no other possibility.
"What were you dreaming of?" Wei Ying's smile as he asked was so bright, as if he knew exactly what kind of question he was asking.
"You," he answered.
Wei Ying spluttered, his face going pink. Apparently he hadn't realised what the answer might be. "Me?" he asked, voice high. It almost made Lan Zhan laugh; instead, his mouth quirked into a small smile, and Wei Ying's face went redder.
"Kissing you," he clarified. "Your lips taunted me."
Wei Ying let out a peal of laughter, and he surged upright, rearranging himself to sit properly in Lan Zhan's lap. "Taunted you?" he asked, leaning closer. His lips looked the same as they had back then - full and soft, the tiniest bit chapped from his long-developed (and seemingly impossible to shake) habit of biting at the skin there.
"I wanted you," he said. He dared not lean forwards; doing so would only play into Wei Ying's blatant scheme. "I dreamt of taking your hand under the moonlight, pressing you against a tree, and capturing those lips under my own."
"And?" Wei Ying asked, leaning even closer. Their lips almost touched, now, and Lan Zhan could feel each soft exhale as they sat in near silence.
This time, Lan Zhan chuckled. "That was it," he admitted. The more... detailed fantasies had come later. Back then, all he'd really cared about was the idea of Wei Ying, the impossible scenario in which he cared for him even half as much as Lan Zhan did in return.
"Aw," Wei Ying complained, shifting back just a little. He was still close, but Lan Zhan missed the warmth. "You've always had so much to say about me, Lan Zhan. I thought you dreamed of far more than just that."
"It was why I slept so poorly," he said. He'd ached with the wish he felt could never be fulfilled. Wei Ying, his blatantly and obviously heterosexual first crush. Every moment Wei Ying spent close to him in his dreams, the harder it was to prevent the fantasies from leaking over into his waking hours. The thoughts didn't make for particularly restful nights. "That was what you asked. I answered."
Wei Ying huffed. "I thought we could go sexy camping," he confessed. He leaned in again, this time pressing a kiss to Lan Zhan's cheek. "We could act out those old days, maybe fulfil a few of those dreams..."
Lan Zhan circles one arm around Wei Ying's waist, his other hand finding the back of his neck, holding him close. He wouldn’t move away this time. "They have already been fulfilled," he answered. Wei Ying fulfilled them more with every passing day, each hour they spent in each other's presence. Keeping Wei Ying's head steady, he leaned in, pressing their lips together.
Wei Ying's lips were never as soft as they looked and he kissed with far more teeth than Lan Zhan ever imagined in his teenage daydreams, but it was still perfect. Seeing the way he smiled when Lan Zhan eased back just made it better. "You fulfil them again." He pressed a kiss against those smiling lips. "And again." This time, against his nose. "And again."
The last kiss was pressed to Wei Ying's forehead, and this was when he shifted slightly, breaking away from Lan Zhan's hands on his neck and waist. "You're too much, Lan Zhan," he complained, breathless and slightly flushed, but definitely not suffering from being loved 'too much'. "You know you have to warn me before you say something sappy."
His lips quirked upwards. "I am going to say something sappy," Lan Zhan warned. Wei Ying whined, but didn't actually protest. "We do not have to go hiking to make me happy. I have plenty of my wishes of Wei Ying right where I am."
Wei Ying smiled again, leaning over with far more weight than Lan Zhan expected. His back hit the floor, and Wei Ying's lips pressed against his once more; insistent, almost frantic, but loving in a way Lan Zhan once never dared to imagine. "You're too good to me," he said.
"Never," Lan Zhan replied. "Besides, I did not particularly enjoy camping."
Wei Ying let out another peal of laughter, ever music to his ears, and his lips found Lan Zhan's yet again. It was perfect.