12 days of xmas [BrightWin]

🎁 Day 6: eye of the storm

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

An early Christmas gift
(the best gifts are not always things )

It was still dark outside and Win huffed, feeling annoyed to have been jolted out of sleep so suddenly. He reached out blindly and slapped his palm along the tiny bedside table until he found his buzzing cellphone. He pressed down on the power button without even looking at the caller ID, sending whoever that had been calling at this unholy hour to voice mail. The artificial, greenish light from the screen flickered off and Win sighed sleepily. He was home after all, with all people that he cared about gathered under one roof so everything else could wait.

Win turned back around, nestling closer to the warm body next to him and burrowed his face in the nook of Bright's neck, feeling peaceful bliss spread throughout the dreamy landscape of his mind. This was everything, really. Where had Bright been all his life? Win felt an answering squeeze against his hip and then felt the same hand lazily sneak in under his t-shirt, sly fingers running fleetingly over his lower abs.

"Are you awake?" Bright mumbled sleepily somewhere from in between the soft pillows, his voice deep and saturated against Win's ear. Bright's fingers were now drawing swirling patterns on his skin, now and then innocently dipping under the elastic waistband of his pajama pants. A breath lodged in Win's throat as the muscles of his abs jolted at the barely there contact.

"I-it depends," Win replied airily, feeling the first tingles of arousal tickle down his spine. "Is this a dream?"

Bright chuckled, hiding his face in the messy mop of hair at the crown of Win's head. "Smooth, Metawin, I'll give you that," he drawled against his temple.

Ears flushed, Win smiled against Bright's warm skin, feeling bold. "And is that all you'll be giving to me or?"

Well, Bright did have a goddamn Christmas gift prepared for Win but that was probably not really what Win was asking about here.

Bright groaned, flopping flat onto his back. The bed bounced slightly from his dramatic movement. "You can't do this to me, Winnie, not after yesterday."

Honestly, it had been a little awkward to go to sleep together in the same room after their little emotional breakthrough. Under the pretext of acting normal for the sake of their sanity, Win had made an attempt to get Bright to,sleep on the air mattress again but the guy had only smirked at him, shaking his head as if the scripted words of reason Win had been spewing were all just a joke and without any further ado had climbed onto the bed, crowding into Win under the covers.

One truth about Win was that he could be a little frigid when being cornered into unexpected situations, so he had basically acted like an ice prince, wishing Bright a sharp goodnight and turned his broad back on him (Win himself did not even understand where these impulses came from, it was probably some type of reversed psychology where he was just feeling all shy and nervous on the inside which made him lash out instead, getting all hissy like a cat but good for him – since Bright was quite fond of cats). Bright had only sighed, an infatuated smile filtering over his lips as he reached out to simply hold Win's hand instead, squeezing it reassuringly and giving him some space to familiarize with this new development between them (it was only fair since Bright had liked Win way longer and thus had more time to think about it).

At present Win pushed up on his elbows while lying on his stomach, sheets rustling. He loomed a little over Bright as he squinted at him through the gloom, gaze travelling over the sharp silhouette of the half naked man sprawled out next to him.

"About last night, sorry for acting all..." Win made a scrunched up face with a flash of bunny teeth as if tasting something sour, trying to convey the bitter feeling. "I was a little... meh." He made another silly face, flapping one hand around. "So, yeah, sorry."