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Nie Huaisang was proving to be an excellent friend. Not only did he share his snacks during class (and they were good snacks too), he was easygoing in a way Wei Wuxian heartily appreciated. It was a nice counterbalance to hanging out with Jiang Cheng all the time, and Wei Wuxian didn’t even have to talk him into breaking the rules.
And most importantly, as Wei Wuxian discovered several months into their stay at Cloud Recesses, Nie Huaisang was the owner of a truly impressive collection of pornography.
“Nie-xiong this is incredible!” Wei Wuxian considered himself a pornography aficionado, but even the collection he had stashed under a floorboard in Lotus Pier seemed paltry by comparison. “Where did you even find some of these?”
Nie Huaisang fanned himself. “I am an appreciator of fine art,” he said loftily.
Wei Wuxian was sprawled out on the floor of Nie Huaisang’s room idly flipping through the veritable horde of dirty books that had apparently been lugged all the way from Qinghe. There were a wide range too, everything from poorly bound books with crude drawings in the margins to detailed full color illustrations that must have cost a fortune.
“Could I borrow some of these?” Wei Wuxian asked. These would definitely be more fun to read than the dry treasties on cultivation that Lan Qiren was always assigning.
“Of course, of course! Borrow whatever you want. A lot of these I have multiple copies of anyway.”
Wei Wuxian started sifting through the pile for ones he might want to read later. But when he picked up an unassuming looking pamphlet that appeared no different from any of the others, Nie Huaisang suddenly sat straight up.
“Oh uhh, actually maybe not that one, ahh let me just take that—“
Nie Huaisang made to grab for it but Wei Wuxian deftly yanked the book out of his grasp. If it was something Nie Huaisang was embarrassed by then that meant he definitely wanted to see what was in it.
Before Nie Huaisang could try and make another grab for it Wei Wuxian flipped the book open to a random page.
And stared. Because what he was looking at definitely appeared to be two men.
“Nie-xiong is this is…” Wei Wuxian said, eyes still glued to the page.
“Hahaha,” Nie Huaisang’s laughter sounded strained, and only his eyes were visible from behind his fan. “Oh I wonder how that got in there, here let me just get rid of that for you...”
Wei Wuxian tsked and continued to hold the book away from Nie Huaisang, “Nie-xiong I can’t believe you have cutsleeve pornography! And that you brought it to Cloud Recesses!”
Nie Huaisang still stayed mostly hidden behind his fan, “Really it's just about the artistic skill…”
Wei Wuxian snorted and was about to tease him about the relative artistic merit of most of these books, when he noticed the trepidation in Nie Huaisang’s eyes.
Oh.
“Ahhh, Nie-xiong,” he said, bumping his shoulder against his friend’s. “Don’t worry, I don’t care if you have cutsleeve porn. It doesn’t bother me.”
Nie Huaisang's gaze shifted from wariness to one of careful consideration.
Finally, he snapped his fan shut and tapped Wei Wuxian on the shoulder with it playfully. “Ah, Wei-xiong you really are shameless!” He said it with a sly smile that was a bit too knowing.
Wei Wuxian scratched his nose and looked away, feeling like he’d maybe revealed more than he had meant to. He dropped the cutsleeve book that he had still been holding and picked up another one at random, just to have something to do with his hands.
It wasn’t like Wei Wuxian was completely oblivious to his own preferences. I mean, he liked girls. Definitely. Girls were great! They were pretty, they smelled nice, they had breasts. It was hard to get better than that.
(Granted most of this impression was based on how women were described in the books that he read—seeing as he’d never done anything more than flirt with a girl—but he figured they had to be pretty accurate, right?)
Men could be very pretty too, though, something he found his books almost never acknowledged. And sometimes he would catch himself looking at other boys, in much the same way he looked at girls. But that’s all it was, just looking. It wasn’t like he was going to do anything. And besides, what was he, just not supposed to notice when someone was attractive? He had eyes! And didn’t everyone notice beautiful people? Like, Lan Wangji! Anyone would be hard pressed to find a girl prettier than Lan Wangji.
Wei Wuxian wondered what Lan Wangji would make of him sifting through a pile of pornography in Cloud Recessess. He’d probably make that face where it looked like he was trying to murder Wei Wuxian using only his thoughts. He could picture it perfectly.
Wei Wuxian suddenly sat bolt upright. “Nie-xiong,” he said, grabbing at the front of Nie Huaisang’s robes in his excitement, “I just had the best idea ever.”
“Eh?” Nie Huaisang looked a little thrown by this sudden change in conversation.
“I need to borrow that book.”
* * *
His plan did not disappoint. Lan Wangji had had such an overreaction to catching even the tiniest glimpse of cutsleeve pornography; it had been amazing. He’d almost thought he was going to fight him right there in the library for a moment. He’d even gotten him to swear! Truly he would never be able to top this achievement.
But he was just a little miffed that Lan Zhan had destroyed the book. He hadn’t lied about not getting a chance to read it when he’d recounted his adventure to Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng (although he had lied about the specific kind of book it was. No need for Jiang Cheng to know about the cutsleeve part). It was just that he’d never seen cutsleeve pornography before; it was something new, and he couldn’t help but be a little curious.
“Hey Nie-xiong,” he said a few days later. They were once again hanging out in Nie Huaisang’s quarters, and he was trying to decide which books he wanted to borrow this time. “You said you still had more copies of that book I gave to Lan Zhan, right?”
Nie Huaisang gave him a shrewd look. “Yes. Why, are you going to prank him again?”
Wei Wuxian laughed. “Do you think he’d be even madder if I did it a second time?” He hoped the fact that he hadn’t actually answered his question went unnoticed.
Nie Huaisang gave a contemplative hmm while tapping his fan against his lips, but said nothing else. He went over to his bed and pulled out a box from underneath it, flipping open the lid. “There’s more in there if you want to use a different one this time.”
Wei Wuxian was, for a moment, overwhelmed by his options. He grabbed a few at random and shoved them into the folds of his robes for safekeeping. “There that should be fine,” he said, and then rushed to change the subject. “Hey, Nie-xiong let me show you something—”
* * *
The problem was, he couldn’t actually look at any of the cutsleeve books he’d borrowed until he could figure out how to get Jiang Cheng out of the room they shared. Luckily, he had a plan.
“Jiang Cheng!” He shouted, once he got back to their quarters. “Get out of the room for a bit, I need to jerk off!”
Jiang Cheng sputtered for a solid minute before he started shouting. “What is wrong with you? I don’t need to know that! Why can’t you just lie about it like a normal person if you need me to leave?”
Wei Wuxian pouted. “Jiang Cheng, lying is forbidden! You were the one complaining about how I needed to follow the rules more. You can’t be mad at me for listening to you.” He slung his arm over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. “Also I figured you’d get out of the room faster if I just told you the truth.”
Jiang Cheng shoved him off. “Well too bad! This is my room too. I’m not leaving just so you can...do that.”
“Would you feel better if I told you that I needed to ‘meditate in complete solitude to strengthen my golden core’?” Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows pointedly, well aware that this was the exact excuse Jiang Cheng used anytime he wanted to get Wei Wuxian out of the room. And he thought he was so sneaky.
“You—!” Jiang Cheng sputtered some more and turned a very interesting shade of purple. “Fine! Do whatever. I don’t even know why I put up with you,” he grumbled loudly as he walked out the door.
“Thanks Jiang Cheng, you’re the best!” Wei Wuxian shouted as his brother closed the door. “Don’t come back too soon!”
Wei Wuxian heard a muffled “I hate you!” from behind the closed door as Jiang Cheng stomped off.
Satisfied that he wouldn’t be disturbed for a while, he flopped down on his bed and pulled out the books he’d borrowed from Nie Huaisang. He grabbed one of the cutsleeve ones and started paging through it, intrigued.
He flipped to a random page and was greeted with an image of a man on his hands and knees being penetrated by another man from behind. On the next page there was a similar image, only this time the man was being penetrated on his back with his legs in the air, cock visibly erect.
Did that actually feel good? Wei Wuxian had a hard time imagining it (how would it even fit?), but everyone in the pictures seemed to be enjoying themselves.
The more he flipped through the pages the more his cock started to stir. It’s not like the pictures were that different from the porn he’d looked at with women; it made sense that he would respond the same way. Finally he undid his belt and pushed his robes aside, sliding down a hand to take hold of himself.
He thought about the book that Lan Wangji had ripped up. What had he done with it after he’d destroyed it? Sure it had been torn up, but not so badly that he couldn’t have made out some of the pictures. He imagined Lan Wangji gathering all the torn pages and taking them furtively back to his room to look at in secret. The thought made him grin.
It was ridiculous of course. Lan Wangji wasn’t a cutsleeve. Just look at how he’d reacted in the library! He was far too uptight to be inclined that way.
Wei Wuxian continued stroking himself lazily and looked back at the book. Although...maybe Lan Wangji had looked at it, once he’d gotten back to his room. Maybe he had even done exactly what Wei Wuxian was doing now.
The thought made him shiver for some reason. What would Lan Wangji even look like when he touched himself? He would probably have the same deeply serious, grim-faced expression he always wore.
Or...or maybe he wouldn’t. He was still just a man, it wasn’t as though he was really made of jade, even if he liked to act like it. He imagined him with his hand around his cock, breathing heavily, his lips slightly parted in pleasure.
Wei Wuxian groaned and threw an arm over his eyes, fully abandoning the images in the book for the one in his head. Lan Wangji probably wouldn’t make a noise like that though. He would be quiet, trying to restrain himself.
But he wouldn’t be able to, Wei Wuxian thought, not completely. He would gasp or make tiny noises in spite of himself. And the closer he got the more of his composure he would lose.
Why did that thought make him so unbelievably hard?
Wei Wuxian swiped his hand over the head of his cock, moaning as he did so, and used the precome that had gathered there to slick himself up so he could stroke faster.
What would Lan Wangji think if he could see him like this, touching himself? What if he walked in right now? He’d probably shout about how shameless he was and flee...but what if...what if he saw Wei Wuxian like this and couldn’t look away. What if he was aroused in spite of himself at seeing Wei Wuxian in such a compromising position?
Maybe he would walk towards the bed, eyes glued to Wei Wuxian. Up close Wei Wuxian would be able to see how hard he was—even through his robes—all just from watching Wei Wuxian touch himself. Maybe Wei Wuxian could even coax him into joining him on the bed.
That thought made his whole body shudder as he pictured Lan Wangji hesitantly laying on the bed next to him. Lan Wangji would try not to touch himself—Wei Wuxian could picture him stoically resisting the urge—but would eventually be so overcome from watching Wei Wuxian that he would have to give in.
Wei Wuxian imagined lying next to Lan Wangji, Second Jade of Lan, while they both stroked themselves, and let out another groan. They would be close, so close that Wei Wuxian would be able to feel the heat of his breath. So close that they could stare right into each other’s eyes. So close they could almost touch.
Then he thought of the picture in the book, and imagined Lan Wangji reaching over, pushing aside his robes and spreading his legs. He started panting even harder and whimpering at the thought. He wouldn’t be able to resist as Lan Wangji pushed his cock inside Wei Wuxian, he would be able to do nothing but take it, all of it, just like that—
He moaned, loudly, and his orgasm came upon him so suddenly that he writhed on the bed, limbs flailing in every direction.
He lay there panting, mind fuzzy and body languid in the aftermath of his climax. Eventually his breathing slowed once again, and he came back to himself. And then he remembered exactly what he had been thinking about when he came.
Huh.
He paused and considered it. Then mentally shrugged. Eh, whatever. He thought about random things all the time when he jerked off. The fact that he’d suddenly ended up thinking about Lan Wangji didn’t mean anything. I mean, until recently he had been stuck with him all day, of course he’d be thinking about him.
He saw the pornographic book still open on the bedspread, the two men on the page in the same position he’d just imagined himself in.
Honestly who could tell what went on in his head sometimes? It didn’t mean anything. It really didn’t.
...probably.