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He lay on the couch covering his eyes with his forearm involuntarily returning his thoughts to the events of a few weeks ago. To the evening when, at the club where he worked, he had met him.
Lan Xichen, not much taller, but much calmer. A mature, though still young man, elegant with a gentle smile. Everything about him seemed to scream that he was from a higher league.
And yet, he seemed interested in him as he stared at him intensely, while not crossing the line between client and host. Even so... Jiang Cheng groaned all the way at the memory.
He had the man's business card, he was supposed to call him if he wanted to meet outside of work, but he knew he shouldn't. After all, he was really nobody around him, and yet...
He remembered how he felt when Wei Ying threw himself around his neck, how he clowned around him. Too loud. He was constantly too loud and drawing attention to them. He was being childish.
For that Lan Xichen, once he had decided on him as a host, always asked for the most secluded table. He didn't want to be observed, which suited Jiang Cheng as well.
He didn't have to explain anything, tell him what wasn't allowed, for the man did nothing against his will. Not like Wei Ying. How many times did he have to ask him to calm down?
Funny. He remembered how they had promised each other that they would always be together, that they would be inseparable, and yet it was so easy for them to move away from each other. Without any unnecessary quarrels.
Perhaps he should thank Wei Ying? In a way, thanks to him, he knew what he wanted at this moment. Who he wanted. He groaned, feeling a shiver run through his neck.
He uncovered his eyes, looking up at his outstretched palm in which he was turning a business card. He remembered Wei Ying catching his hand and tugging it in a familiar direction when he wanted to show him something.
He also remembered the gentle yet firm touch of Lan Xichen's slender fingers as he took his hand to place a kiss on the inside of his wrist as he said goodbye.
In an instant, memories began to flood his thoughts juxtaposing Wei Wuxian, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, with the new man he had met.
Nothing had happened between them, but he was already aware of his power and he wanted, so badly wanted to experience it. To taste the dominance he so deftly hid behind a polite smile and gentle aura.
One phone call would be enough... He would certainly no longer have to deal with throwing himself around his neck, laughing loudly over his ear, getting into trouble as he had done so far.
He didn't notice when he dialled Lan Xichen's number and lay in the semi-darkness, listening to the sound of the call. The tension of not knowing if he was doing the right thing was unbearable.
He drew in a breath when he heard a voice on the other end that sounded almost like a whisper. He had to bite his lip for a moment to keep from groaning as he introduced himself.
"I thought you preferred guys your age."
"Guys my age don't know how to treat me."
He replied before he could stop himself.
Before his eyes were all the moments he felt embarrassed by Wei Ying's direct behavior. At the same time, he was struck by the memories of how his interlocutor referred to him, the attention he paid to him.
He remembered the intense dark gaze that he could feel even now. In the conversation itself he could hear that whatever Lan Xichen had been doing before, he had put aside, focusing on him and him alone.
A quiet laugh echoed through the phone, followed by a warm almost whisper again.
"That's it?"
"Guys my age… Don't know how to touch me."
He went on, feeling embarrassed for himself, but unable to stop. Every touch of a man in the club made him shiver even now. The accidental musings of his hands, the slight caress of his neck as Lan Xichen put his hair behind his ear.
The older man knew perfectly well what he was doing and knew how to make the other unable to forget it. At the same time, Jiang Cheng remembered that Wei Ying was always playing around, fooling around so he could turn everything into a joke.
"Anything else?"
Satisfaction could clearly be heard in Lan Xichen's voice, and for a moment Jiang Cheng thought of him as an asshole who had caught him in a trap.
"Guys my age… Don't know how to love me good."
He whispered the words, knowing that he had nothing to recall about Lan Xichen on this subject. However, he knew how much he wanted to feel his slender fingers on his body.
He wanted to experience the strength the man definitely possessed, he wanted to be pressed, even to the wall by him, he wanted... Him. Indecently hard.
"You called just to tell me about it?"
Lan Xichen's voice was not much louder than a whisper, making Jiang Cheng feel like the man was lying next to him.
The tension he sensed was getting unbearable. He tugged involuntarily at his own shirt, imagining Lan Xichen loosening his tie. It irritated him that it took over his thoughts, yet at the same time he couldn't deny it...
"It makes me wanna be all yours"
Jiang Cheng confessed quietly, and his voice went into a low register, purring enticingly. He heard Lan Xichen draw in air sharply and couldn't help but smile to himself.
"Send me the address, I'll be right over."
Jiang Cheng couldn't believe what was happening, but he wasn't going to back down. Not much later, he heard a knock on the door.
Waiting on the doorstep was Lan Xichen, elegant as ever with impeccably styled hair. Except that his tie was actually loose at the neck and a wild glint in his gaze.
"Why?"
One simple question was asked as the man entered the flat, reaching his hand towards Jiang Cheng, who after a moment was drawn tightly to him.
The man snorted quietly, slapping him slightly on the torso, but it had nothing to do with truly wanting to move away from him.
"'Cause you hold me in a way I've never felt before."
He didn't have time to say anything more as his silent desires, his imaginings, began to become reality.