[ He will just wrap himself around Nie MingJue's back, smiling against the leather-clad shoulder while hiding his face away from the forthcoming chilly wind.
Between the coat and the warm body shielding him, he is rather looking forward to the ride. ]
With XiChen's arms around him, he speeds off in to the night, away from whatever out-of-control even he'd found himself (and his poor coat stranded at). He's definitely driving faster a little faster than he should, but the streets are empty and the night is cold. It's not long before they arrive at their destination, the bike going still and quiet around the back of MingJue's home.
He pats XiChen's arms to signal for him to dismount and head inside. ]
[ Without really thinking about it, XiChen tightens his arms around Da Ge's body for a moment, before he slips off the bike. Despite the wind, he does feel better already. Though he does grin. ]
Does that mean I can borrow some of your training clothes?
[ Because they are much softer and warmer than XiChen's formalwear, even if they will be all loose and baggy on him. (Not many people get to be teased by Lan XiChen. His brothers might get their share of it - such as this mental image.) ]
[ That's how often they spend time together. Why wouldn't his own sworn brother be familiar with MingJue's home? After pulling the cover over his bike, he follows XiChen in the house, heading for the kitchen to make them some tea while XiChen changes into more comfortable clothes. ]
[ And he steps away - but only after rising to his tip-toes to press a feather-light kiss to Nie MingJue's cheek, wordless thanks that his eldest brother doesn't need to think too much about.
When he comes back into the kitchen in a little bit, he's barefoot, wearing a pair of drawstring pants and a hoodie that are incredibly baggy on him but he seems so very comfortable in them. And he moves to help if there is anything left to do without asking, even if it is just laying out the cups for the tea to be poured into. ]
[ He isn't surprised when XiChen returns to the kitchen. The way his clothes hag off XiChen's smaller frame is familiar. It's almost odd when he's not sitting at that table, looking nearly ridiculous in the over-large clothes. A whisp of a smile darts of MingJue's face.
Thanks to the electric kettle, the greatest invention of modern history, the tea is almost ready when XiChen begins laying out the table. A faint aroma of jasmine wafts from the pot as he brings it to the table. ]
Are you? Perhaps a little. There was... too much caviar.
[ He's settled and curled up a little into the kitchen chair, one knee under his chin and snuggled into the larger clothes in a posture that ... almost no one else ever sees the President of the Lan Company in. Long fingers curled around the tea cup. ]
[ Now that they are in from the cold, MingJue isn't inclined to go back out. He pours the tea first into his guest's cup and then his own. ]
There are a few places nearby that deliver. One has an excellent vegetarian selection. Or if you'd rather something lighter than a meal I'm sure we can find something to pass as snacks.
[ XiChen smiles warmly before he raises his cup to take a sip of the tea, soft eyes on Nie MingJue as he considers just how well the older man knows him and how considerate he is of him, in so many ways; his heart overflowing. ]
And that sounds wonderful. I would like something simple - like a fried rice. Easy to find, wherever you might like something you want from.
[ XiChen would offer to do cooking himself, but they both know better. Much, much better. ]
[ He simply nods and pulls out his mobile. A few taps later, their food is ordered and on the way. An order of vegetarian fried rice for XiChen, beef chow fun with Chinese broccoli for himself. It's a little heavy for a late night meal, but well balanced. ]
It should be here in about fifteen minutes.
[ He glances at his phone and sighs. ]
HuaiSang should be home tomorrow, sometime. I'm sure he'd like to see you.
Thank you! That gives us a little time to enjoy the tea and each other's company.
[ Small head-tilt, bright smile. ]
Will you be getting into more comfortable clothes, yourself?
[ Not that he doesn't appreciate the current outfit. It's just probably not the best for making oneself comfortable. Generally, bike-appropriate clothes aren't. ]
[ XiChen's probably right. It's late and clothing that fits like a second skin isn't very conducive to relaxing. Besides, XiChen is basically family, hardly just a guest who needs to be entertained at all times. Surely he can amuse himself for a few minutes. ]
I should before our meals arrive.
[ His eyes linger a moment on XiChen. He seems to have a particular fondness for that hoodie. Well, he has more. Slinging the leather jacket over the back of his chair as he stands, MingJue nods as if in apology and vanishes.
Only for a few minutes, as promised.
He returns in a similar state as XiChen: bare-footed and in drawstring pants. The only difference is the sleeveless a-shirt instead of something warmer, just as clingy as his last shirt, but baring his arms in all their toned glory.
MingJue returns to his seat, topping off XiChen's tea without prompting. ]
[ XiChen's eyes light up when da ge returns, first on his face, then briefly down to those gorgeous shoulders and following a bit down one glorious arm before he catches himself (or he'll start blushing - pale skin does have its drawbacks) and sighs happily inside. Likely not the intent, but the sight is very pleasing.
Then he smiles again, from the resting serene expression. ]
He is well, thank you. A little concerned about ... some things, but perhaps he worries overmuch and should use his words, instead. But nothing worth worrying has happened, I don't think.
[ It's not that XiChen can't wax on WangJi's accomplishments, because he certainly can, but a. it might get Nie MingJue angry on behalf of Nie HuaiSang, and b. ... it would be simply repeating what they both already know, so rather useless. ]
He knows where his heart is, but letting the other person know seems to cause him to hesitate.
[ Indeed, WangJi is an accomplished young man. He strikes MingJue as the sort who is keenly intelligent, well-read, but has a difficult time interacting with others outside of very specific situations and roles. He also has the family’s good-looks, no wonder his struggles are matters of the heart. ]
I wonder what reason anyone might find to refuse him. Any of your family would be quite a catch.
[ There is a glint of a look that XiChen shoots him at that last sentence, before he banks it down under his eyelashes and licks his lips helplessly. He really... shouldn't read more than is there in such statements. ]
They are... rather different. And it's sometimes difficult to not misinterpret WangJi's reactions as far colder than they actually are. But I know his heart, and I know he believes the other party is worth it, so I can only hope it will work out.
[ MingJue follows the droop of XiChen's lash, leading his eyes to the other man's lips just as his tongue passes across them. Warmth rushes to his skin and he hides any odd expression he may be making by bowing his head in a nod. ]
Mm. I hope for his happiness. Ah, but we both of us worry for our younger brothers, do we not? I fear HuaiSang is growing rebellious.
[ XiChen's eyes half-lid for a moment, as he doesn't really... have much he can say about the first part. But he does reach a hand, to place gently over MingJue's that is still lying on the table. ]
It is a weekend night. Some people do relax in that way.
[ XiChen stills, the hand on top of MingJue's twitching only once. A part of his mind goes on responding to the actual conversation, how it is different, and he's the older brother, and he had to be where his obligations took him, but the bigger part of him? Is screaming because.
Because.
MingJue said that, with that look at him, and XiChen.
Licks his lips. ]
I was not, but, [ he lowers his eyelashes deliberately, then meets MingJue's eyes once more, ] the night is still young.
[ Ah, something about the dip of his lashes and lick of his lips seems… coquettish. Inviting. Too much to resist as he sits across the table so placid and casual in MingJue’s overly-large clothes. Clothes that are easy to get under and inside of…
MingJue says nothing, meeting XiChen’s gaze for a few long seconds before he slams his free hand on the table, lurching across it to catch XiChen’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss. They’ll be lucky if the small kitchen table doesn’t get knocked over in the process. ]
[ It's scorching, this kiss, and XiChen pauses only for an instant as he realizes how long MingJue must have been holding this in.
As long as I have, perhaps.
Then he kisses back, and he kisses back like a man parched, taking in what he needs greedily. At some point, he rises, not breaking the kiss, and moves around the corner of the table so they can both get more comfortable with it.
And he wants MingJue's arms around him. Right the fuck now. His own hand might be grabbing into MingJue's hair, as carefully as he can make it. ]
[ The ember has been burning for a while, though, for the sake of their friendship, MingJue has restrained his feelings. The Lans are not the most outwardly affection of people and, truly, MingJue didn’t know if XiChen is even interested in other men. But something about the tone of the night, the frustration with his brother, the emergency rescue, and the way XiChen looked at him from across the table… it was like a strike of lightning.
Somehow, MingJue rises just as XiChen moves around the table. Those bare arms wrap around XiChen’s seemingly slim frame, pulling him close enough to feel taut muscle over bone. The heat of their bodies seep through their clothes, making the temperature of room seeming to steadily ride. Strong hands move to dip under the hoodie XiChen’s wears, fingers grazing across skin even as his tongue maps out every crevice of XiChen’s mouth. ]
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[ He will just wrap himself around Nie MingJue's back, smiling against the leather-clad shoulder while hiding his face away from the forthcoming chilly wind.
Between the coat and the warm body shielding him, he is rather looking forward to the ride. ]
Thank you.
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With XiChen's arms around him, he speeds off in to the night, away from whatever out-of-control even he'd found himself (and his poor coat stranded at). He's definitely driving faster a little faster than he should, but the streets are empty and the night is cold. It's not long before they arrive at their destination, the bike going still and quiet around the back of MingJue's home.
He pats XiChen's arms to signal for him to dismount and head inside. ]
Go, get yourself warmed. I'll make some tea.
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[ Without really thinking about it, XiChen tightens his arms around Da Ge's body for a moment, before he slips off the bike. Despite the wind, he does feel better already. Though he does grin. ]
Does that mean I can borrow some of your training clothes?
[ Because they are much softer and warmer than XiChen's formalwear, even if they will be all loose and baggy on him. (Not many people get to be teased by Lan XiChen. His brothers might get their share of it - such as this mental image.) ]
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[ That's how often they spend time together. Why wouldn't his own sworn brother be familiar with MingJue's home? After pulling the cover over his bike, he follows XiChen in the house, heading for the kitchen to make them some tea while XiChen changes into more comfortable clothes. ]
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[ And he steps away - but only after rising to his tip-toes to press a feather-light kiss to Nie MingJue's cheek, wordless thanks that his eldest brother doesn't need to think too much about.
When he comes back into the kitchen in a little bit, he's barefoot, wearing a pair of drawstring pants and a hoodie that are incredibly baggy on him but he seems so very comfortable in them. And he moves to help if there is anything left to do without asking, even if it is just laying out the cups for the tea to be poured into. ]
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Thanks to the electric kettle, the greatest invention of modern history, the tea is almost ready when XiChen begins laying out the table. A faint aroma of jasmine wafts from the pot as he brings it to the table. ]
Are you hungry?
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[ He's settled and curled up a little into the kitchen chair, one knee under his chin and snuggled into the larger clothes in a posture that ... almost no one else ever sees the President of the Lan Company in. Long fingers curled around the tea cup. ]
What are you thinking of?
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[ Now that they are in from the cold, MingJue isn't inclined to go back out. He pours the tea first into his guest's cup and then his own. ]
There are a few places nearby that deliver. One has an excellent vegetarian selection. Or if you'd rather something lighter than a meal I'm sure we can find something to pass as snacks.
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[ XiChen smiles warmly before he raises his cup to take a sip of the tea, soft eyes on Nie MingJue as he considers just how well the older man knows him and how considerate he is of him, in so many ways; his heart overflowing. ]
And that sounds wonderful. I would like something simple - like a fried rice. Easy to find, wherever you might like something you want from.
[ XiChen would offer to do cooking himself, but they both know better. Much, much better. ]
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[ He simply nods and pulls out his mobile. A few taps later, their food is ordered and on the way. An order of vegetarian fried rice for XiChen, beef chow fun with Chinese broccoli for himself. It's a little heavy for a late night meal, but well balanced. ]
It should be here in about fifteen minutes.
[ He glances at his phone and sighs. ]
HuaiSang should be home tomorrow, sometime. I'm sure he'd like to see you.
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[ Small head-tilt, bright smile. ]
Will you be getting into more comfortable clothes, yourself?
[ Not that he doesn't appreciate the current outfit. It's just probably not the best for making oneself comfortable. Generally, bike-appropriate clothes aren't. ]
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I should before our meals arrive.
[ His eyes linger a moment on XiChen. He seems to have a particular fondness for that hoodie. Well, he has more. Slinging the leather jacket over the back of his chair as he stands, MingJue nods as if in apology and vanishes.
Only for a few minutes, as promised.
He returns in a similar state as XiChen: bare-footed and in drawstring pants. The only difference is the sleeveless a-shirt instead of something warmer, just as clingy as his last shirt, but baring his arms in all their toned glory.
MingJue returns to his seat, topping off XiChen's tea without prompting. ]
How is your brother?
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Then he smiles again, from the resting serene expression. ]
He is well, thank you. A little concerned about ... some things, but perhaps he worries overmuch and should use his words, instead. But nothing worth worrying has happened, I don't think.
[ It's not that XiChen can't wax on WangJi's accomplishments, because he certainly can, but a. it might get Nie MingJue angry on behalf of Nie HuaiSang, and b. ... it would be simply repeating what they both already know, so rather useless. ]
He knows where his heart is, but letting the other person know seems to cause him to hesitate.
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I wonder what reason anyone might find to refuse him. Any of your family would be quite a catch.
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They are... rather different. And it's sometimes difficult to not misinterpret WangJi's reactions as far colder than they actually are. But I know his heart, and I know he believes the other party is worth it, so I can only hope it will work out.
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Mm. I hope for his happiness. Ah, but we both of us worry for our younger brothers, do we not? I fear HuaiSang is growing rebellious.
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Rather, he rests his cheek on one hand, attention all on MingJue. ]
Rebellious? What did he do?
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He's neglecting his studies. As we speak, he's out carousing and drinking.
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It is a weekend night. Some people do relax in that way.
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Is that what you were doing when someone started fucking on your coat?
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Because.
MingJue said that, with that look at him, and XiChen.
Licks his lips. ]
I was not, but, [ he lowers his eyelashes deliberately, then meets MingJue's eyes once more, ] the night is still young.
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MingJue says nothing, meeting XiChen’s gaze for a few long seconds before he slams his free hand on the table, lurching across it to catch XiChen’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss. They’ll be lucky if the small kitchen table doesn’t get knocked over in the process. ]
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As long as I have, perhaps.
Then he kisses back, and he kisses back like a man parched, taking in what he needs greedily. At some point, he rises, not breaking the kiss, and moves around the corner of the table so they can both get more comfortable with it.
And he wants MingJue's arms around him. Right the fuck now. His own hand might be grabbing into MingJue's hair, as carefully as he can make it. ]
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Somehow, MingJue rises just as XiChen moves around the table. Those bare arms wrap around XiChen’s seemingly slim frame, pulling him close enough to feel taut muscle over bone. The heat of their bodies seep through their clothes, making the temperature of room seeming to steadily ride. Strong hands move to dip under the hoodie XiChen’s wears, fingers grazing across skin even as his tongue maps out every crevice of XiChen’s mouth. ]
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This is where he belongs. Those strong arms bracing him close to the large body, and those hot lips and tongue owning his mouth.
Then fingers skim over his skin and he can't help but gasp, his own sliding into the dark mane of MingJue's hair. ]
Fuck. Yes!
[ XiChen is not a man much given to profanity. Neither his temperament nor his circumstances urge such words out of him.
But, right now? There is nothing else fitting to say, before he presses closer, his body aligning along the taller one, and he kisses again, harder. ]
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