12 days of xmas [BrightWin]

🎁 Day 5: the home wrecker

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

A black heart
(jealousy has never looked this good)

Something tickled Win's face and he scrunched up his pointy nose, stifling a sneeze, his body jostling slightly. An arm around Win's waist drew him in reflexively against a warm chest and Win stilled like a tiny animal. He opened his round eyes carefully and raised his head while looking around confusedly, stifling an urge to ask what year it was.

The pale winter light washed the bedroom in an eerie, gloomy haze. It could have been any time of the day, really, with how dark it constantly was this time of the year. Besides the strong, golden toned arm that was clutching at Win's midsection there was also a mop of dark hair visible over his shoulder. Huh. Win let that slowly wash over him, before he made any hasty decisions.

There could ever be only one guy in Win's bed right now.

His heart began to beat a little wilder at having Bright so impossibly close. They had however not done anything beyond cuddling and besides, it would have been strange to engage in something more considering the circumstances of last night, so he had nothing to worry about (yet).

Win thumped his head back against the fluffy pillow with a relieved exhale, dark hair spilling around his head and came instantly face to face with Ame. Bright's devil cat was staring down at him with soul-piercing, blue eyes, sitting quite comfortably next to Win's pillow, tail swishing back and forth.

"Mrreow?" She seemed to ask him and Win groaned, throwing one arm over his eyes. What kind of strange intervention was this?

He then looked down contemplatively at the possessive hand holding him tight, wondering whether he should hold it or remove it. Bright was certainly causing Win's thoughts to tie into knots around themselves.

After hugging it out the other night (Win had to be honest here, Bright was a really weird crier), Bright had then successfully weaseled his way into Win's bed by turning on that damned puppy eyed look on full blast. He had solemnly promised to wear a pair of pajama bottoms and keep to his side of the tiny bed (but who was he kidding here, really). Nevertheless, it took not all that long before he was slowly inching closer and closer over the smooth sheets until he was finally cuddling Win, sneakily looping an arm around his waist and then even dared to throw one toned leg over the side of Win's upper thighs when he heard no complaints coming his way (well duh, Win had been too dazed to react, arms suddenly full of a gorgeous, half naked guy). Bright's body was like a furnace, smoldering Win with warmth. And it had been cozy, that is, until it started to get a little sweaty.

"I've never met my mom until I came out here last year. I didn't even know that she was still alive," Bright confessed under the cover of darkness, his voice soft and a little raspy, blunt nails scraping against Win's abdomen as his fingers curled absently in under Win's t-shirt. "My parents divorced when I was just a baby and dad took me with him when he moved away, leaving her all alone." There was a strange mix of both frustration and longing evident in his voice as he spoke against the skin of Win's nape. "So when mom got the diagnosis... I guess dad finally came to his senses and came clean, telling me everything. What had happened between them and where she lived. And I-" Bright faltered and pressed his face harshly against the smooth dip between Win's neck and shoulder as he curled around the fair skinned man, tangling their legs.

Something wet dotted Win's skin and he quickly placed his hands over Bright's, squeezing them reassuringly.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk about it," Win murmured, blinking back the sting in his own eyes, orbs glinting in the dark.