Here All Along

chapter - 49

a/n:
warning : there will be suggestive sexual content in this and the next chapter. Please suit yourselves.

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Bright propels his palms against both of his knees as he breathes for his dear lungs. He has literally run all the way from Bangkok to Naurburi. Well, his mind definitely has. When he called his mom to say he was coming, she scoffed, saying he and Win are traveling from Bangkok to Naurburi as if they're minutes away. He didn't care. He did not even go straight to her.

The first and the only thing that matters right now is to see Win and do much more than just seeing him.

Bright presses the doorbell fervently, raking his fingers through his sweaty hair. His breath traps up in his chest as Win opens the door, clad in a black hoodie and shorts. His hair is dishevelled and eyes, watery and crisp brown, like two hazelnuts in a rich caramel pool.

A gasp escapes Win's mouth as he sees Bright standing in front of him, seemingly bewitched by something Win doesn't understand. He can only stare at him with his wide eyes, mouth opening to ask but closing because he doesn't know how or what.

"Is uncle home?" Bright asks slowly.

Win shakes his head in a no.

"Phi Earth?" he mumbles, his eyes busy in a rapid scan of Win's face, especially his lips.

"No" Win says, "they'll not be back before dinner."

"Good" Bright breathes out before walking inside and locking the door.

"What are you doing here?" Win asks.

"What do I do with you Win..." Bright sighs heavily before grabbing the other's face and putting his lips on Win's.

Win flinches, his hands in air as his eyelids flutter rapidly against Bright's cheeks, his lips captured into Bright's puckered ones, heart jumping out of the cage and knees wobbling dangerously to the point that Win has to clutch onto Bright's shoulder so as not to fall.

Bright doesn't let him fall. He crawls his hands around Win's hips before gliding his lips down his earlobes.

"Jump.." Bright whispers and Win doesn't have to be told twice.

Bright carries Win to his bedroom, their lips colliding together to never part again, grabby hands searching in every inch of each other's body, a holy grail. Win has missed this. He has awfully missed Bright flush and hot against his body, his hungry mouth worshipping Win's with the greatest devotion Win has known. They haven't kissed each other as much as they should have. And Win blames nobody but himself. He locks his arms around Bright's neck, pulling him closer than he thinks it's possible, running his fingers through Bright's sweaty hair as their faces tilt under each other's, one mouth inviting other to ravish it's own.

"Win.." Bright mutters in a hoarse voice, "let's talk first."

Win slows down, his hands still clawed on Bright's nape and chest still rising and falling with Bright's.

"Okay.." he rasps, "just a minute."

Bright nods in understanding, his hands wrapped around Win's small waist. They stand still, breathing heavily against each other's mouths. They do not kiss anymore, just let their swollen lips hover over each other such that Bright can feel the vibrating sensations of Win's lips against his own buzzing ones. Two painfully long minutes pass in an utter silence (disrupted by their soft muffles of lips touching and parting and their quickened breaths). But these were two essential minutes for them to know this time (and for the first time), it's different.

This time, neither of them runs away like it's a mistake. Because this time, it's not. They both needed this assurance.

"Okay..." Win sighs finally, confident that they both are calm enough, "come sit."