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Win sat on the bench, he was tired, his hair and clothes were wet with sweat and he was getting annoyed by all the cameras around him. Don't get him wrong, he understands that it comes with his sudden fame, and normally he is fine with it. But today he just wasn't in the mood. His head was a mess and his eyes couldn't leave the reason behind it.
Bright was laughing with his friends, resting on the soccer pitch. He drank some water and threw the rest of it on his head to cool down. Win's eyes were getting dry because he couldn't even blink. He wasn't blind, he always knew his Phi was a very handsome man, but now? He couldn't forget the feeling of the same lips that were innocently drinking from that bottle on his own lips, his hands all over his body, his…
"Nong?"
Win finally blinked and saw that Bright was on his knees, in front of him, smiling casually as if he didn't catch Win looking at him for the hundredth time that day. Just like he casually asked him to come and play soccer with his friends hours after they kissed in an empty room "just to break the ice". And Win accepted, because he was too confused to say no.
"Hey, Win" Bright poked his forehead, bringing him back again. "You still here?"
Win shook his head, faking a smile "Yeah, sorry, just tired. What is it?"
Bright got his hand, which made him shiver, then got up. "We're gonna play one last game before leaving, you're on my team." he pulled him "Get up!".
Win nodded and followed Bright back to the pitch. He really wasn't in the mood, but he was desperate for a way he could get his head back from the clouds and act like a functional human being, even if it's just for a few minutes. Bright clearly didn't think too much of their kiss, so he decided that he needed to forget it and get on with his life as well.
The thing is, maybe doing this while playing soccer wasn't the best idea. Win had the ball, but froze for a second the moment he saw Bright smiling and fucking blinking to him to ask for a pass. When the younger man got back to himself he was already on the floor, dozens of people around him, so many camera flashes that he thought the sun was already up and a severe pain in his foot. He heard someone yelling "It’s not my fault, I went for the ball but he just stood there, didn't even try to move his foot".
Bright was by his side almost immediately, concern all over his face. "Are you ok?"
Thankfully his teammates formed a human shield around them, so they could have a little privacy. One of the guys from the other team was a physiotherapist, so he quickly removed the young man's sneaker and proceeded to examine his foot. Win was positive he felt Bright's finger cracking as he squeezed his hand, but instead of letting go he caressed the back of his hand with his thumb, discreetly. Win looked at him, confused, and Bright immediately looked away.
The guy examining Win's foot said it wasn't broken, but needed ice and rest. Bright still looked concerned, but Win smiled and said "I'm ok Phi, just need help getting up".
Bright and one of his friends helped him up and when his foot touched the ground, Win hissed in pain. Bright put Win's arm around his neck and said "Come on, I'm taking you to my place".
Win was so tired and in pain, so he just nodded. Then suddenly…
"Wait, YOUR place?"
"Yeah, you obviously can't drive now, and I don't have my car here today, so I'll take yours and drive you to my place." He answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He must've looked really stupid, because Bright smiled and said "This way I'll make sure you take care of yourself."
And that's how Win found himself hours later laying down on Bright's couch, his injured foot on the other man's lap and a slice of pizza in his hand. Bright was watching his friends playing FIFA, talking to them over the headset as he put a bag of ice on the younger man's foot. He's laughing at something one of his friends told, and Win is impressed at how casually he's treating this whole situation. One minute they're just friends, working together, the next they're kissing passionately, then they're just friends again and now he doesn't have any idea what they are.
He finished eating and focused on observing Bright. The other man was distracted with his conversation, his free hand began to gently massage the foot on his lap, making Win blush. It was not possible that Bright didn't know the effect he has on the younger man, he could not be that innocent. After a few minutes of trying to ignore everything that was happening by trying to play on his cell phone, Win gave up and leaned his head against the back of the couch. He was already at his limit, he was only human after all.
He always noticed Bright's profile was beautiful. The curve of his nose, his long neck, those lips… he was staring, hard. And he was just too tired to keep this game of pretending that their kiss didn't affect him.
"P'Bright" he said softly.
Bright looked at him and…. was he blushing? They kept looking at each other in silence, the only sound was from the game on the tv. Bright closed his eyes and when he opened again he said "Fuck it", turned off his headset and laid down on top of Win.
The younger man didn't have time to process what was happening because suddenly there were lips on his, the same lips that he couldn't take off of his head. He closed his eyes and moved his hands to Bright's head, holding his hair.
Their kiss was not like their first one. They took their time exploring their mouths. Win wanted to memorize every detail, he moved away from his mouth to kiss his nose, his cheeks, every part of that perfect face. Bright was smiling when he went back to kissing his lips. He couldn't get enough of them, he couldn't get enough of Bright.
He felt his senior move his hands until he got them under his shirt. Oh... ok. They were going in that direction. His hands were going up slowly, getting dangerously close to his nipples when Bright accidentally kicked his injured foot and Win let out a loud "ouch".
Bright sat down quickly to check on his foot, repeating "sorry, sorry…"
"That's ok, it's better already." Win said, still recovering his breath.
They sat there looking at each other until Bright cleared his throat.
"I... it's late, you should rest. You can sleep in my bed."
"P'Bright…"
Bright got up in a hurry. "I'm gonna make the bed for you and…"
"P'Bright!" Win held his hand before he could hide in his bedroom. "What…. What is happening between us?"
Bright sat down on the table in front of the couch, looking down. "I don't know, Win. I like being with you, I like kissing you.." he blushes "and I'm sure I'm gonna like doing more things with you…". He finally looks at Win. "Can't we keep things like that for now?"
Win sighs and nods. That will have to do for now. Bright pets his head and gets up again saying "You really need to sleep, I'll help you to the bedroom"
The older man offers his hand and before Win takes it, he asks "Will you sleep with me?"
"Nong..."
Win keeps looking at him, giving his best puppy eyes. Bright gives up. "Yeah, ok."
Bright turns off the TV, they brush their teeth and lay down in bed. Bright being Bright immediately falls asleep, so Win just stares at him. Bright likes kissing him, he wants to do all the things with him. It's all that matters. He moves closer to the other man and closes his eyes. Today was only the beginning of… this thing. They will have time to figure things out.