third time's a charm

06

If anyone would ask who was his best kiss, he would answer without hesitation---Bright. In fact, he barely remembered others each time his lips would capture his. There was always something magical whenever their lips touched. It felt like an intense sensation flared up deep within, devouring the last of his reserve. The way Bright's hands moved slowly yet knowingly over the fabric of his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt expertly until one pink nipple jutted out on the side, was giving him all sorts of feels words were not enough to describe.

Win was so white. As white as the first light of the sun and it caused Bright's desire to reach that level where he was no longer aware of what he was doing. Even when his teeth began to nibble and his tongue swirled around the pink skin that surrounded his nipples, making the other man shiver. Normally, Win had reservations about his body having been utterly exposed. But Bright's take-charge manner had left him with no time to decide nor object. If Bright did not realize what he truly wanted and would like to achieve from this encounter...he believed he would've taken the body that was softly surrendering against his touches.

"You should go back..." After a struggle, Bright pulled back and started buttoning his polo shirt much to Win's chagrin. "I'll see you tonight, okay? I still haven't explained my side of things."

Win blinked fast, unable to completely comprehend what was happening. He was sure judging by the swelling in the man's pants that Bright wanted him. Did he just get rejected? Flustered and amused, he slowly nodded his head. Seeing the mixture of disappointment and confusion on Win's face, Bright captured his lips once more and kissed him avidly to let him know that he wanted him just as much. But he didn't want to take advantage of the sudden tenderness all because Win was feeling a bit sentimental. Bright was unaware of the reason, but whatever pain Win went through, he would like to persevere and have a chance to prove himself. That he wasn't like all the others and if the time would arrive when they had to do things beyond kissing, then Win would know that he wanted this encounter to last.

"Okay," Win's eyes turned crescent and yielded. "I'll see you tonight."

Bright was more than ecstatic to hear that answer. "Okay...I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Seven would be fine."

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When Win returned to the office, he found his friends huddled in the corner, seemingly waiting for him to arrive. He would've turned the other way but Gun and New already saw him so there was no point running away.

"You! Where have you been? Gulf was---why is your face red?" Gun scrutinized his overall appearance from head to toe.

New followed and looked concerned. "Are you sick?" He abruptly placed the palm of his hand on his forehead, checking for his temperature. He seemed normal. "Is the sun scorching hot outside?"

Win quickly pulled the collar of his shirt before they could see anything in there that would make the explanation ten times harder than usual. "Is Gulf in his office? I'll speak to him now."

"Speak to him about what?" When Gun realized something, he gasped, "You're going to go through with it?"

Tay was lost. "Go through with what?"

"Go back to your desk!" New scolded and followed Win as well as they walked towards Gulf's office.

"I think I'm ready to meet that self-proclaimed prophet again," Win said with an air of bravado as if his courage was somehow renewed after that walk outside. It made his friends think if they should do the same seeing the effect on him. "And yes, I would like to write a piece about her."

Not waiting for his friends to react to the sudden boldness in his statement, he entered Gulf's office and found him speaking on the phone, brows creasing frantically. "Oi, Win! I've been looking all over for you---he's here now. I'll call you later." He hung up the phone and faced his "favorite" employee again, "Geez, why are you glowing like lights on a Christmas tree? I didn't give you any bonus this month, did I?"