hooked | brightwin

nineteen

it's saturday, and everyone's busy as far as both of them are concerned. bright's parents are not home, as usual. it's kind of a news to him when his parents, both of them, are even at home. they barely see each other, and it's nothing new to him. win's mother is out of town, and he doesn't know when she'll come back but for sure it'd take days. both of them are busy all cuddled under the sheets at win's bedroom.

"bright, do you want to do anything?" win mumbles, stifling a yawn. he hasn't had much sleep last night, considering the number of workload that's been given to him yesterday by his seniors that he has to bring all the work home. bright looks at the ceiling, thinking, before pouting his lips and closing his eyes.

win gives him a peck, "we can't possibly be kissing all day."

"who told you it'd only be kissing?" bright asks, his eyebrows dancing in a naughty manner as his hands snake inside win's shirt, stopping on win's stomach.

win groans, and pulls bright's hand away from his skin. he swears that even the slightest touch coming from bright would drag him off his feet and he'd only ask for more. bright has gotten into him, and that makes him smile.

"we have to be productive, bright. we can't be lazy lovers." win rakes bright's hair, and tugs it a little.

"first, stop calling me bright. i want babe or baby or sweetheart or whatever it is besides my name. second, i want to be lazy with my lover and you have no choice but to oblige."

"wow, these orders. i feel like i won't have much say in this relationship, sir. you already have the upper hand," win says as he chuckles. 

smile creeps on bright's lips, "baby, save the 'sir' for later," and he winks. 

"i thought you preferred 'daddy' for our laters? didn't know you'd peg for 'sir'?"

bright bursts out laughing, his eyes couldn't leave off win who's also laughing his heart out. the harmony of their laughter brings bright to contentment. he wants it to be like this everyday. he just wants to be with him always. 

"just pick an endearment, babe." bright's breathing hitches when win tips his head back, slightly closing his eyes while humming as if he's thinking really hard about it. but deep inside bright's mind he silently wishes he'd call him baby or babe, just like what he called him when they were having sex. it sounds good to his ears.

"i can't choose, babe."

it's as if the heavens have heard his wish that win doesn't even realize what has slipped out of his mouth. confused by bright's sudden blushing, he asks him why.

"you just called me babe."

oh, win thinks, and something comes up to his brain. 

"did i, baby?" win asks, his voice playful.

"stop, you're killing me." bright scoots as if something hot scorched him. he can't. not yet. he's sure win's still sore from last time. 

"baby? baby, huh?" win keeps on teasing, moving slowly toward bright who's got the bed sheet up his eyes. when win continues to tease, an idea pops in his brain. he holds win on his shoulders and squeezes it.

"let's have a date."

that stops win from his teasing, a smile forming on his lips.