Taken

Chapter 12

"Whoa!"

"What?" Bright's uncle came over to where he was sitting in the living room and checking his instagram notifications.

"My count is going up so fast."

"What?" Uncle Kik asked again, sitting down beside him.

Bright had been told the first episode of their show was doing a lot better than expected. He'd never expected it to be doing this well.

"I think I just got over fifty thousand subscribers since the episode was released."

His uncle squeezed his shoulder and Bright almost teared up.

"I can't believe this."

Uncle Kik hugged him. He was so happy for his nephew. He knew how stressed he'd been the past few years. "You deserve this."

"Thank you," Bright whispered. He didn't want to get too ahead of himself, but even this much growth in such a short amount of time would open new opportunities for him.

"How about you take that cute costar of yours out to celebrate."

Bright shrugged his uncle off. "It's too soon to celebrate. Besides, he's hanging out with P'Pluem tonight."

"Why did you say his name like that?"

"Like what?"

Uncle Kik twisted up his face and said in a sarcastic tone, "P' Pluem~"

"I just don't like the guy, that's all."

"But you said he was great while you were filming."

"Can we stop talking about him." His good mood from earlier was completely gone. "I'm going to go to my room and practice for a bit. Me and Win have an interview coming up and they're going to ask me to sing. I don't want to make any mistakes."

He plopped down on his bed, knowing he'd just excused himself to hide away from his uncle's questions.

He didn't like thinking about Win spending time with P'Pluem somewhere. Probably alone. He wondered if Win had confessed his feelings and what P'Pluem might've said if he did.

Bright couldn't help but wonder if they were kissing, masculine bodies pressing together. Win's larger form towering over P'Pluem's smaller one.

He glanced over at his door to make sure it was closed, then ran his hand down his stomach. The trail of hair beneath his belly button was soft as it led into the coarser hair along the rim of his boxers.

Win didn't have any hair on his stomach. He'd looked soft and smooth when Bright had seen him without his shirt. Was P'Pluem now touching his supple skin and enjoying the sounds coming from the back of Win's throat, maybe similar to the ones he made when eating something delicious.

Bright gripped his hard dick in his hand and pumped it slowly wondering what Win's hands would feel like on him. Were the palms soft or rough? He couldn't remember from the last time he'd touched his hand when they were filming.

"Bright! I'm leaving!" His uncle called from the living room, causing Bright to freeze up, his fantasy fleeing. "I need to pick your mom up from the salon. We'll probably have dinner before we head back. Do you want anything?"

"No!" He called out in a strangled tone.

He sighed with relief when he heard the front door close and tried to pick up where he left off but now his uncle's voice was in his head and that definitely killed his boner.

Bright rolled onto his stomach and pulled out his phone, thinking about contacting Gabrielle. Then scrolled down his contacts to the last name on his list; Win.