hooked | brightwin

six

warning: mature content

bright is halfway from teaching win about the internship, both of them sprawled on the floor like teenagers, when bright stands up and leaves. win, too focused on the papers laid on the floor, forgets to ask where he'd go. minutes later, bright barges in wearing pajamas, his hair damp and the room smelling like musky perfume.

"i'd spend the night here."

win simply nods, and there's that pounding on his chest again.

"yeah, i figured. what time is it anyway?"

"nine? i think," bright says, checking on his phone. after their breakfast, the two of them have stayed in win's room - bright teaching win about ethics and company guidelines since they both got in the same company for the internship, but bright has already started two weeks ago so he's kind of grasped the ins and outs of the company.

"i didn't know we've been so caught up in this whole internship thing that we forgot the time. i mean, look at all these papers? does it really have to be this hard?"

bright goes to the bed, fixing the pillows and blanket where they'd sleep.

"it's not hard. your seniors would look after you, but don't depend on them."

bright hears him sigh and slightly bumps his head on the floor.

"i feel like i won't last a day in this internship."

"stop these thoughts and take a bath already. i'll clean these up."

before win goes out to head to the bathroom, his forehead creases.

"where's my mother, anyway? haven't heard from her since morning."

bright places his hands on his waist and looks at win.

"she won't be back till tomorrow morning. she told us earlier, but i guess you're too busy to notice."

he sees him shrug, and heads to the bathroom.

"'kay."

inside the bathroom win tries to jerk off, thinking of women - their sexy bodies and luscious lips - those which he used to love to think of whenever he masturbates. but frustration eats him when he can't even get it up, not even once despite the many girls in his head.

***

win's heart is hammering under his chest as he battles with himself whether or not to open his eyes.

just a few minutes ago, he's sound asleep while dreaming of girls in bikinis until he hears lustful moaning and continual groaning coming from his side. from when he first heard it until now, win has already thought of various scenarios in his head, all leading up to the scariest culprit: ghosts. being extremely afraid of them, he clenches his fists as he readies to pull the blanket over him.

but the sound only goes stronger as seconds went by, as if the ghost was running after its breath. win draws a deep breath and opens his eyes, only to be welcomed by bright's bare back, his head tilted upwards with his hand bobbing up and down.

the words "i like girls" come out of his mouth in a mumble after being repeatedly said in his head, but the heat coming from his cock as it jerks upward overpowers the only sanity left in him.

he's surprised with himself, but more on his shaft standing tall just because of the person in front of him. he couldn't even get it up earlier. his mind is wreaking havoc as he hears bright moaning, propping his dominant hand on the bed and stroking his cock with the other. win couldn't think properly. all that's left of him is the heat coming all over his body like a raging thunder. he's damned as fuck.

win shoves his hand under his waistband and finds himself stroking his already hard cock. the soft groans of bright drives him to the hilt, gripping his shaft tighter and jerking it harder. win bites his lips to stop himself from moaning. it adds to the thrill that bright seems like he's trying his best to control his whimpers thinking that win might wake up without knowing that he's jerking off the same as his.

bright's hands are moving fast which makes win think that he's near. with how bright grips the sheets and props his dominant hand on the bed, he leans too fast. way too fast that his back touches the tips of win's dick. his horniness falters, stopping him from jerking off. but win doesn't look like he plans on stopping.

as bright looks over his shoulder, the light dim of light coming from the lamp brightens up win's face - his mouth shifting from wide open to tightly shut because of biting his lip. bright's gaze falls on win's hand which is stroking his still hard cock.

bright licks his lower lip, feasting on the tip of win's cock already oozing with pre-cum. he shifts his stare on win's eyes, locking their gaze and the hunger inside him intensifies.

"bright. fuck, bright. fuck. fuck. fuck."

win's groans grow louder and bright starts pumping his own in fast strokes, aiming to synchronize with win's movements.

"shit, win i'm close. i'm fucking close."

both of them keep stroking on a fast pace until they shout each other's name. win shudders and falls on the bed. bright, on the other hand, holds his twitching cock and uses his other hand to reach for win's, his cum spurting on win's dick.

they're both panting, bodies covered in sweat. bright doesn't know what goes on in his best friend's mind, but inside his head he's screaming in pure ecstasy.