Intellectual Findings

Finders Keepers

It wasn't a joke when Win said that he was in trouble.

He tried hard to fight it....and by fight, he means he hid whenever that Bright came into his store.

Bright no longer came with his assistant which made him even more dangerous considering that they did not have a chaperone. Whatever power P'Boy had over Bright's decorum was unleashed when it was just the two of them in their small store. Everyone told him that he should stay away from him but that didn't work much considering Bright was a man of his word and came every day, making sure that he leaves Win a blushing mess one way or another. Whether it was purposefully flexing his large hands when he knew Win was watching; veins large and clear every time he fingers the corner of a page while the book in his hands looks small in comparison, or cornering the shy man only to tuck a stray strand of hair back into place.

No matter how much Win tried to hide, the older man would find him, even if he was in the part of the store where he lived. Bright would just saunter back there as if he owned the place, pick him up by his grabbing his thighs to wrap around his waist, and move him to the front or somewhere where he could be seen. Bright even gave his butt a hard spank telling him that he was buying him a new security system considering then when Win had locked him out, Bright didn't even glance at the lock before he broke in, his eyes lazily glaring at Win through the small opening of the door, effectively making him feel chastised. Once the new system was installed, that oaf made a key for himself. That heretical tyrant had no type of shame at all!

It was shocking to Win how different the man seemed after that first meeting, he had been cold and threatening. Heck, his face never changed from that blank expression at all. Now it seems like the man was just doing whatever he could to honeytrap Win... and Win was scared... Because it was working.

Win flinched at the roaring of Bright's expensive bike into the parking lot pulling him his thoughts as he laid down on one of the couches that decorated his store. A small unconscious smile blossomed on his face as he peaked out the window to watch as Bright walked up the path to the door. Win rubbed his bare legs together once he realized how unfair Bright was playing today with his black silk shirt unbuttoned almost all the way, his hair slicked back except for one long piece that swayed over his face. He was too handsome and unfortunately for Win's little heart, he knew it too.

Bright opened the door to the store and locked it behind him, setting his helmet on the desk at the front before he stalked around for the nymph. Win let himself be found, having laid back down with his book and pretending that he didn't notice Bright standing over him.

"Why are you wearing that out here?" Bright crooned, bending over to run a long finger up Win's leg.

Win looked down over his nightgown with a growing blush. It was simple. Just a soft, cotton nightgown embroidered with pretty leaves and dandelions, the strings laced the top together were tied, and unless Bright stopped messing with him, it went down to his midthighs. He didn't understand what the older man meant.

Looking up at Bright in confusion, he moved to sit on his knees so that he could look the other in the eyes. Bright wrapped a strong arm around Win's waist, his other hand rubbing the baby-soft skin of his thigh. Win's eyelashes fluttered prettily when Bright squeezed him closer to his hard body, the cool rings decorating his fingers had Win clenching on Bright's shoulders.

"I'm appropriate." He murmured, trying to keep his head from fogging up in the presence of Bright's gaze.

A look that grew heavier as his eyes darkened. "You're sitting all pretty with your legs out where anyone could see you and you say you're appropriate?"