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If Jiang Cheng was honest with himself, which he tried to be most days, he wasn’t sure whether to thank Wei Wuxian or find some way to tattle on him to mother without getting into trouble. Either way, hauling an armful of drunken Lan Wangji away from his shixiong’s dorm was certainly…an experience.
“Your eyelashes are longer than mine.” Lan Wangji managed to look almost sober as he told him that, a small frown tugging at his lips. It was only one of many seemingly important facts he’d decided to share at random with him, halting their progress towards home to do so, palm on Jiang Cheng’s cheek and lips turned down as he tried to focus on his eyes.
Jiang Cheng pulled his wrist away gently, keeping his voice down as he tried to tug him onward. “We’re almost there, Lan Wangji. Just a few more blocks till your home.”
The honest to gods pout he received in response had his heart melting, though the effect was a bit lessened by how much Lan Wangji was swaying. “I wanna stay at your house.”
“Aaahhh, not so sure that’s...” He meant to say that was a bad idea, but studying Lan Wangji in his periphery, eyes glazed over and half-open, steps wobbly, clothes stained with the smell of alcohol- Lan Qiren would not be very pleased to see his nephew in such a state.(once again, he should chew out Wei Wuxian for this), but Jiang Cheng had never in his life met someone with a worse case of shamelessness than his shixiong.
Maybe...maybe he deserved this break. That in mind, Jiang Cheng changed course, tugging him along towards his home instead.
His room didn't have an extra bed for guests, but Jiang Cheng had slept on the floor before. He had to lean the older boy against the wall to keep him from falling over, shuffling around in the closet for extra blankets to prevent any unwanted colds from sleeping on the wood floor.
“I’m going to get some water, so if you...Lan Wangji!” When he turned to help Lan Wangji to the bed, he’d found the older boy had somehow managed to strip down to his undergarments- though he was admittedly having difficulty with his pants, trying to kick them off his right foot. Jiang Cheng forced himself to avert his gaze, blindly patting to grab for his arm. “Lan Wangji, you don’t just take your clothes off!”
“My shirt smelled funny.” The pout was audible, and it made Jiang Cheng’s stomach feel queasy with nerves- he could dwell on how adorable his boyfriend was being later, when he was fully clothed and not drunk off his ass.
“Just...” He rushed over towards his clean clothes pile, shoved into one corner of the room (good thing Lan Wangji was preoccupied with trying to stand up, otherwise he’d have a conniption at how untidy his room was again), tossing some of it aside until he found a shirt to toss his way. “Wear this.”
Much to his dismay, he had to help him put it on in the end. And failed at convincing him to wear pants, leaving his usually so put together boyfriend in an oversized shirt, boxer-briefs, and nothing else.
Yup, Jiang Cheng was still debating whether to thank or kill Wei Wuxian later.
Even worse, apparently Lan Wangji had decided that he was not sleeping alone, going so far as to pull out the doe eyes- something he hadn’t done since they were children, and that was entirely unfair.
“I don't want to sleep alone. Come here, A-Cheng sleep with gege…”
With a groan, Jiang Cheng gave in, flopping on top of the covers next to him. It took only an instant for Lan Wangji to maneuver him into a preferable position, sighing as he rubbed a cheek into his chest, content to lay on his arm and put it to sleep.
Well. A tingling arm was probably worth it in the end. He did his best to settle in to sleep, brushing Lan Wangji’s hair away from his shoulder just as an excuse to run his fingers through it.
“Do you ever wonder what the stars are made of?” The words were half mumbled, Lan Wangji already drifting off by the time he finished them.
He shook his head in lieu of a response, kissing the top of his head before nuzzling into him. They could ponder such things in the morning, after a good sleep.