BrightWin: What Happens In the Dark

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4:00A.M

Win was between the verge of wake and sleep, where everything was hazy and soft, beautifully golden. He felt like he was floating down a gentle stream of clouds. He had never experienced such serenity.

Pleasure like this was as fragile as a butterfly, it could be blown away so easily.

But keeping his mind from waking was like keeping a rubber duck submerged under water. It just kept coming back up. Why poke the bear? He asks himself. He could easily just stay asleep, and worry about the growing headache overtaking his senses later.

He felt something heavy pining him to the mattress. It was warm, and solid. It twitched and slid over the back of his knees like a snake.

The thing felt soft. The thing was a someone. There was someone else on this bed with him.

He felt himself tense up as memories of the previous night flooded his thoughts.

Bright, pinning him against the wall, lips trailing down his neck. Bright, pulling mewls from him as delicious friction overtook him. Bright, kissing him slow after and asking him to stay. He turns to the peacefully sleeping boy and blushed.

Outrage should have been his first reaction, but for some reason, knowing it was Bright, in some crazy weird way calmed his pounding heartbeat.

He tried to be as quiet as possible as he got out of bed, sneaking quietly to the exit. Win's heart hammers in his chest as he calls for a taxi to pick up his car.

He got home a few minutes later and went straight to his room to sleep. It had been an eventful few hours, and knowing that in a few more hours he had to face Bright at their interview after what they had just done gave him a lot to think about.

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8:00A.M

Light was the enemy. Light was pain and torture. He pulled up his blanket, cool fabric against his face to block some of it out. He rolled onto his stomach in denial of the day and sun. Evil things, both of them.

Something lingered in the back of his mind, the vague patch of a memory. Something about mint and whiskey.

Win.

When he rolled, though, there was no warmth near him, no other pressure on the bed. No body.

What did he expect, really? That things would magically fall into place perfectly? That Win would wake up in his arms and they'd grind coffee together and make eggs with toast? "I'm so fucking stupid."

The butterflies in his stomach were probably as hungover as he was, but they still fluttered around madly when he recalled the previous night. Then his stomach sank.

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7:45A.M

Win woke up abruptly, his room was shaky and hushed and quiet in indigo-blue shadows. He should still be sleeping - he very much wanted to - but his evil mind wouldn't let Him.

He drags himself to the shower to get ready, wishing he could just skip to the end of the day and be back in his bed.

It didn't matter what he was doing, images of last night kept flooding his memories, making him catch his breath in his throat. To think he had to see him again in a few hours was driving him literally insane. He wasn't sure how to do.

He couldn't help but remember the way Bright's arms snaked across his body, blushing deeply when tingles erupted all over his skin.

He sighed. He wasn't ready.