12 days of xmas [BrightWin]

🎁 Day 12: home is where your heart is

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

A kiss under the mistletoe
(and then a little something more, if you know what I mean)

The buzzer echoed ominously throughout his apartment and Win froze mid motion like a deer caught in the headlights, the whites of his eyes shining in the gloomy room. Hah? His head swiveled in the direction of the entrance hall, mussed hair tickling his ears. Who could it be at this hour? Win's heart thumped harder, blood thundering in his ears. He did not even dare to hope.

Could it really be...?

The buzzer went off again and then, as if being struck by lighting, Win turned on his heel and scurried frantically to the door. He slid over the floor, stubbing one toe against the threshold in the hall. Motherfu-

Win ripped the door open, almost tumbling out into the bright hall, broad chest heaving and plump lips parted, blinking out into the light.

It was Bright. Of course it was Bright.

Win's breath hitched in his throat. The day of the Christmas Eve was just brewing on the horizon and he had already gotten his sole wish fulfilled (maybe this year had turned out to be not so bad after all). He did not even feel the pain in his toe any longer, it was that magical.

Bright was standing slightly to the side of the door, one hand still raised to press the buzzer once more. His ears were flushed from the cold air outside and the yellow beanie that was tugged over his head made them stand out endearingly. He had a backpack weighing down his broad shoulders and some sort of closed off, plastic carrier in a steady grip in his other hand. The carrier swayed a little strangely but Win disregarded that, choosing to focus on the man in front of him instead. Gosh, Win had missed him so much.

Bright's owlish eyes had widened comically at Win's not so smooth entrance, a shocked gaze sweeping over his breezy appearance. Win had his suit jacket on askance and a white sneaker gracing one of his feet despite the late hour. A tiny smirk tugged instantly at Bright's bow shaped lips, dark lashes fluttering as he slowly looked the other man up and down.

"Going somewhere Metawin?" He drawled, voice coming out low, sounding like a purr in the vast hall of Win's floor landing. The velvety sound of it made Win shiver faintly and he tried to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat. It certainly did send a spike of something hot and sizzling through him (but that was for later).

Ignoring the obvious one-liner, Win released a shaky exhale before dropping his hold on the door handle as he finally flung himself forward, pulling Bright into a tight hug by the collar of his puffy bomber jacket. The air left Bright's lungs at the sweet collision and he staggered backwards under the added weight, one hand raised to clutch at Win's nape while a shy smile tugged at his lips. It was a tiny moment full of pure bliss, sparks popping behind his eyelids. He wished that everyday would be this way, with Win welcoming him home – wherever home would be, as long as it was with Win.

Bright smelled of crisp winter air and of his spicy cologne as Win burrowed his face into the crook of Bright's warm neck where the winter cold had not gotten to his skin yet. Win simply breathed him in, savoring the soft feeling of skin against skin. Bright was there and he was real, Win could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. Shit, he had been so worried.

"I was about to call in a search party for you," he mumbled sullenly while clinging closer, not in the least minding the chill from Bright's hard body that seeped through the thin fabric of Win's shirt and suit pants (since Bright was scorching hot underneath it all). Bright chuckled softly, one hand sliding over Win's broad back, long fingers splayed and pulled Win in even closer against his own chest and his thundering heart.