Taken

Chapter 8

Bright snapped awake, his body soaked in sweat, his briefs sticking to his body.

He groaned and pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. Not again. He was having wet dreams almost every night like some hormonal teenager.

He thought about falling back to sleep, but his body felt so sticky he was uncomfortable, so he forced himself out of bed and into the shower.

The water running over his body was so soothing he nearly fell asleep standing up. He hadn't realized how tired he was until then. He hurried his shower and got back in bed, forgetting what he'd dreamed about when he woke the next morning.

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"Why are you standing so close?" Win laughed, shifting away from Bright for the fifth time. They were meeting some fans of the series soon to help push promotion along before the air date, and were both in line for drinks at a nearby coffee shop.

"Sorry." Bright took a breath. "I just noticed the way you smelled. What do you use that makes you smell like that?" Bright inhaled again and Win self-consciously looked around the small shop. There was an older couple side-eyeing them, but some college aged girls looked like they were in need of a panty change the way they kept squirming around and whispering to each other.

Taking in someone else's scent was a bit intimate and it embarrassed him that Bright was doing it so publicly...well, at all really. He wasn't used to being breathed in by another man.

"Stop it," he murmured. "It's probably my lotion or my body wash."

"Hmmm."

Bright knew he was making Win uncomfortable, but he couldn't stop hovering throughout their event. Win smelled like heaven. Had he changed what he'd been wearing since they first met? Because how could he not notice before?

He tried not to stare, but Win's skin seemed to have a slight glow under the midday sun. Had his lips always been that pink and full?

Maybe getting into the character of Sarawat was finally messing with his head. Just because Sarawat had feelings for Tine, didn't mean he should start looking at Win differently.

When they got in Win's car to head home, Win didn't start the car immediately.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, then turned to look at Bright. "Why were you being so strange today? I felt I couldn't move one step without landing on your toes."

Bright avoided his eyes and tugged his sleeves down over his hands. "I don't know."

Win studied Bright's side profile. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by pointing out what you were doing."

"No. I should apologize for being such a creep. I don't know what's been going on with me. You shouldn't have to put up with so many of my quirks."

Win reached over and touched his arm gently. "I don't mind."

Bright glanced at him and their eyes locked. It felt like all oxygen left the vehicle and only two men were left in a silent moment reading unanswerable questions in each other's eyes.

Bright broke contact first and sucked in a deep breath. "I'm not really up to playing video games tonight, so how about we take a rain check?"

Win assessed him for a moment longer, then looked away and started the car. "Yeah. Sounds like a good idea."

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Bright sat alone in his condo. His mother and uncle were visiting relatives in the countryside which was why he was going to have Win over. He didn't know why he wanted him there when no one else was like...like a date...

He huffed and flopped down on his sofa, pressing a cushion against his face like it could stop him from doing everything stupid thing he'd done in the past few hours.

He could be sitting next to Win right now, kicking his ass in Fifa or something and making him laugh even when he lost. Instead he was alone, wallowing in his own embarrassment and confusion.

So what if he might be catching feelings for his coworker, it wasn't that unusual. Besides, Win was great and he'd rushed to Bright's rescue more than once.

He grinned thinking about Win looking down at him and gently feeling his forehead for a fever, his dark eyes glittering with concern.

Was it natural for a man to look so beautiful when he was worried?

His dark, thick hair had fallen over his pale forehead, his cheeks had been a pale pink from running around finding the security guard, his hands had been soft, cool, and scented. His mouth had been moving but Bright was barely coherent at the time, he'd just seen those plump juicy lips bouncing against each other and those slightly over-large two front teeth that made a grown man look so innocent.

Bright felt a flush of heat rush over his body and gasped as his pelvis arched up off the couch. His flesh trembled and shudder and an ache started low in his stomach and a hot, wet sensation spread from his anus.

He froze in horror, then reached down to check the back of his pants. He felt moisture and feared he'd lost control of his bowels. Shaking, he got up carefully and shuffled his way to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and slowly pulled down his pants, peeling the soaked fabric away from his skin.

Bright was somehow more frightened to find only a strange clear, pinkish liquid in his underwear and dripping down the back of his legs. His knees went weak and he collapsed to the floor, crying. He thought about his  mom, raising him with her whole heart, his uncles and cousins who were closer than most could ever dream, and he thought about how they would feel if whatever this was left him dead, how he would feel knowing he'd left them.

He wiped the tears and mucus from his face and cleaned himself up in the shower, knowing it was time to go to the hospital, no matter what it cost.

Having made a decision, Bright put on a clean set of clothes and only hesitated a moment before he called Win.

"Please," his voice shook more than he wanted, but he was scared. So scared. "I need your help."