All Strings Attached

Chapter 7

Saint shook his head and before he could speak, Win's dad spoke, placing his hand on Saint's shoulder "I already talked to him about that but he insisted that he wants to work"

"I want to earn something of my own. You have done a lot for me and I can never thank you enough for that" Saint said looking at the father figure who smiled and patted his back "I am so proud of you my son. I bet you dad will be too"

Saint pressed his lips together and nodded "I hope so"

"You still plan on joining the police force right" Type asked, smiling.

"Of course phi" Saint replied "I promised my dad"

Type smiled and Win looked at him, beaming "I am so happy for you although the more you work hard , the more my dad criticize me but congratulations"

Saint chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright I made lunch for everyone. Lets dig in before it gets cold" Mrs Metawin said, putting her one arm around Saint and other around Win and they all walked towards the dining table.
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Win came to his room after Saint went back to his home around 6pm. His room was dimly lit, the only light coming was from window but that wouldn't last long as the sun was already setting.

Win threw himself on bed, looking outside the window upside down. Lying on his back and staring back was hurting his head but he was too lazy to get up. He just stayed there and stared at the branches of trees, shivering at the sudden cold blow of wind. Winter was just around the corner.

After couple minutes, he went into the washroom and took a shower, coming back wearing his large t-shirt with nothing but his boxers.

He rubbed his hair with the towel and got into the bed, getting comfortable and planning on sleeping early.

He was lying with his face into the pillow when his phone vibrated. He raised his head lazily and saw it was a text from an unknown number.
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Bright went to his apartment and threw his jacket away. He sat down on the nearby chair and sighs, tilting his head back and holding the bridge of his nose.

He felt mentally exhausted. Partly because of workload and partly because of the wild thoughts he had all days.

And now that he was alone, his mind was free to wander around and this time of evening always made him horny. He blamed it on his hormones and stood up, cursing.

Stripping out of his clothes, he stood inside his small washroom and turned on the shower, letting the ice cold water calm his nerve and body.

He opened his eyes, his long eyelashes wet and sticked together. He stared at the washroom tiles and focused on his breathing.

Everything in vain.

He pushed his hair back under the shower and moved his hand down, closing his eyes as his breathing pattern changed . He gritted his teeth, looking upward letting the cold water hitting his face.

A moment later, he stopped in the middle and frowned, thinking for a moment. Then he looked right at the towel stand where his cell phone was.

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Win lazily picked up his phone and opened it. He just got a text from an unknown number and it was a video clip. Clueless, Win clicked on the video and his eyes opened impossibly wide.

He jolted up and sat straight in his bed, his eyes looking at his screen. It was a video of a boy rubbing himself in the shower. Win had no idea whose number was it nor that he cared at that moment. His mouth was hung opened and he was so focused on the screen that he almost forgot to blink. He gawked at the beautifully masculine hand stroking a length which was surely longer than Win's.

And what teenager homosexual boy wouldn't get turn on by that? Win felt his boxers tightening. The video was merely 11 seconds long.

Win suddenly felt a lot hotter . He pulled his shirt up, exposing his sensitive chest area and angled his phone, taking a photo of his naked chest along his raised boxers and sent it back on the same number.

He went back to the clip and replayed it, already pulling his shorts down under the covers.

He replayed the clip few times while working on himself until he was about to reach climax. He left the phone and laid back, biting his lips as his breathing fastened.
He groaned, reaching his climax when suddenly someone opened his door.

Win got startled and raised the blanket up to his neck, his hair diminished, face red from blood rushing and eyes wide.

"P'Type!" He whined louldy. Type blinked , immediately understanding the situation and laughed loudly , closing the door behind him "Wrong time to come in?"

"Should've knock first na" Win whined, pulling his shorts up, below the duvet.

"Sometimes I forget you've grown up" Type laughed, coming closer and tried to peek at his phone "Which girl were you looking at?"

"P'Type!" Win again protested, immediately catching his phone and locking it, afraid his brother might find out that he was jerking off on another guy.

Type laughed and shook his head, standing closer to his bed. He then said " I need to talk to you "
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Two red dots blinked few times before a figure of 59 changed into 00, indicating it was 3:00am at night. Bright was lying on his bed, facing away from the clock on his nightstand, wide awake.

He stretched his arm on pillow and rested his head on it. In his other hand was his phone . He kept on staring at the photo Win sent. His eyes travelled from  his broad chest down to his abdomen and down to his boxers, trying to predict his size. Not that his size mattered anyway.

After a while he smiled, leaving the phone and diverting his eyes to the ceiling instead , laying down straight with his phone resting besides him, still having Win's nude on the screen.

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