#wintops

(cr. suzynotsuzy twt)

Raon is still figuring out human hand signs

Why can’t you be a little bit more romantic? Aren’t I romantic enough? Then, show me how to hug.

Despite his bold, impulsive invitation, Win didn’t really expect Tops to join him. He startles when his roommate—crush, boyfriend?—pulls back the shower curtain and steps in behind him, and only just manages to strangle his scream into a choked out, eugh!  “It’s just me,” Tops says softly, as if it could be anyone else.  Win slicks his hair back from his face and starts to turn around, but Tops stops him.  “Please don’t.” “Why, are you naked?” Win laughs at Tops’ flustered sigh.  “Yes.” “Good. It would be weird if you weren’t.”  It’s a little bit weird that he is, too, but not a bad weird. It’s weird like their first kiss was weird. Strange and new and filling his insides with sparklers that Win wants to write about. The idea of it, the knowledge that Tops is completely bare behind him, makes Win all warm inside. He feels that shimmering sparkle again, tingling beneath his skin.  “If you’re going to stay back there, wash my back?” He holds a fluffy, soapy loofa over his shoulder. Tops takes it—Win imagines the bashful look he must be wearing, the way he always looks down to hide his pleased little smile—and drags it across Win’s shoulders. After a few careful strokes, he grows brave enough to lay his bare hand against Win’s back. It’s electric.  They stay like that for a long time, not talking. Tops hands working over Win’s body. It makes Win feel like syrup, warm and relaxed. Then Tops gets bolder, scrubs his bare hand on Win’s skin, too, gradually working his way lower. His fingers glide over Win’s spine like Win’s fingers over a fretboard.  “Win?” “Hmm?” Win opens his eyes—doesn’t know what they closed—and squints at the wall through the water spraying down his front. Tops hands are on his hips, he thinks. Tops hands. He’s touching me. One hand is still buried in the loofa, and he’s been touching Win the entire time, but it’s only just now starting to really sink in.  “I’m done,” Tops says, his voice quiet beneath the deafening roar of the water. Win hears him anyway. Picks out the sweet note of his voice amidst the static white-noice like only a musician can.  Win swallows. “Thanks.” he steps more fully under the water and sluices off the soap. “Your turn?” “O-oh. Okay.” Tops shuffles around behind him. When Win turns, he’s met with the expanse of Tops’ back. Which… he hasn’t actually seen before, has he? Tops has seen him, that time after his shower when Win was so eager to play his new song he forgot to even put on clothes until Top reminded him. But this is new.  Everything about him—about this, them—is new.  Win smiles to himself. He takes the loofa from Tops and drizzles more citrus-scented body wash over it, before dragging it down his back, generously soaping him up. There’s enough alcohol still in his system that it could easily take the blame for his boldness, but the truth is, Win has never had to hide behind alcohol for courage. Almost never.

KINNPORSCHE (2022) EP.10