"Rhys, of course you can, I won't do a thing. Most of me is free for you to roam, just be sure to not go too far." Hideo said, his voice dying by the end of the sentence. He had no fear, something in the back of his mind told him that it would be alright. He put his had on Rhys's, trailing it over his cheeks. "They're really red right about now," He informed the other. He carefully placed Rhys's fingertips over his eyes. "Faded, they're green just like leaves." He told the other, keeping his descriptions simple.
Rhys tipped his head to the side curiously, like a little puppy, and let Hideo guide his touch for the time being. His lips twitched up in amusement when he heard the description for his cheeks, but didn't say anything until he got to his eyes. Carefully pulling his hand away from Hideo's grasp, he went back down and lightly pressed his palm against Hideo's cheek. "They're really warm, too," he noted, then couldn't hold back the small smile as he cooed, "Are you blushing, Hideo?" He didn't need to see the coloring of his skin to know the warmth of a blush. Rhys, too often, felt the heat of his cheeks, especially around the boy lying so, so close to him right now.
Hideo laughed, softly. "M-Maybe," He began with a stutter, "But it's only a natural thing for me to do, especially now. Please, don't mind it," Hideo continued, quietly. He couldn't help but feel even warmer at the words of the other. "Rhys, are you seeing what you might have expected? Or are you seeing something unusual, surprising?" He asked the other, out of wonder.
Rhys hummed and tipped his head up as if to follow his trailing touch. "I don't know…" he murmured. Featherlight and quick, but slow enough for him to feel what he needed to feel, he traced the ridge of Hideo's brows, the curve of his cheekbones, back down to his even warmer cheeks, then lower to slowly trace his thumb over the curve of his lips. He was careful to not be too invasive for that discovery, and soon retracted his touch to press the pad of his thumb into his own bottom lip, the metal of his hoop piercing biting into his skin. Rhys still didn't know the answer to that question. "I didn't expect anything," he explained, "but I'm not… surprised? I guess? I don't really know how to put it."
"I see," Hideo responded, sweetly. "You know, I'd not have expected your appearance by the description I might be able to get of you. You honestly would have appeared so differently in my head," He mumbled. Rhys's fingers were soft, surprisingly. "What's your favorite thing to feel?" He asked, wondering if it would be on a person or if it would be just another item.
Rhys felt his lips twitch up slightly at that, at all of Hideo's words. "Water," he answered almost immediately, then reached up to play with the ends of Hideo's hair. "But your hair is soft, and I might have a better connection to that than water, so it might be a close second." Even if he felt his own cheeks heat up at his words, he couldn't not feel triumphant at being able to say some of these things without stuttering or shutting up completely.
Hideo giggled, softly. Rhys was so playful. He wondered if the other's silly, and kind of flirtatious, words were coming from his heart of his tired mind. He wouldn't ask, though, it would ruin the mood completely. "Your hair is soft, too, you know." He said, with a wide grin. He yawned, softly, and tried to hide it. He wanted to stay awake, here, with Rhys, not asleep, even though he would be beside the other. "It's soft as clouds.."
It was probably a combination of both being tired and how he really felt about the strange guy he had just met that caused him to be this open and playful. Usually, he would either be silent or more cynical and straight-forward, as he was usually like around people he didn't know. It was his natural defense against those that looked down on him. Perhaps his playfulness was a result of Hideo's unusual acceptance of him. Either way, he was glad he could be a little more himself for a change. Rhys grinned and buried his fingers into Hideo's hair, still in awe of the softness of it. "I don't think it's that soft, but yours is."
Hideo couldn't help but feel settled, it washed over him in separated waves, each having their own sense of self and other. "Thank you," He sighed, as his head began to feel slightly heavier. He shut his eyes, his eyelids were falling too much. His mind was exhausted, it had so much to take in from the day. "for everything today…" He completed his words, with such a tired drawl.
Rhys smiled softly at the tiredness he could sense from Hideo, as well as his show of gratitude. Keeping his hand buried in the other's hair, Rhys brought Hideo's head to Rhys' chest and shifted so they'd both be comfortable while his chest was being used as a pillow. He continued to stroke Hideo's hair as he whispered, "Anytime." Silence followed for a few seconds as Rhys simply settled into his own skin, comfortable and calmer than he had been even before going to sleep, but then interrupted by him saying softly, "Go back to sleep, Hideo."
Hideo listened to the steady beats of Rhys's heart. At times it seemed to pick up, but otherwise it remained quite same. "I, but, well I am tired… Sure then, Rhys, and this time, may your dreams be full of sunshine." Hideo pouted at first, falling into acceptance of the suggested command of the other. He pressed his cheek into Rhys's chest, just a little pressure being put onto the other. After loosely pulling up the soft blanket he had with them, he completely passed out.
Rhys slowly and methodically petted Hideo's hair as he waited for him to go to sleep, a smile on his lips when he heard that adorable pout and the wish for his dreams. He waited until he knew the other was asleep before murmuring "Thank you, Hideo," his eyes closed, "for being you." Sleep pulled him away almost immediately after the last syllable escaped his lips, plunging him into a vivid but picture-less dream. No nightmare. Maybe Hideo's wish was enough to chase those demons away, or the distant pressure of his cheek on his chest enough to remind his conscious that he wasn't alone.
( I guess now is a good time for a time-skip? lol )
The sound of an alarm startled Hideo, blaring as it tried to wake him up. He shifted to allow his arm to extend, and turn it off. He yawned softly, his whole body aching as he stretched from his position. Then, he saw Rhys. The dream-like boy had been there, for real, the entire night. It really shocked him, and he looked at the other with an amused smile. "Morning, sunshine." He whispered, softly.
Rhys scrunched his nose up at the sound of an alarm, but didn't move until he heard Hideo's voice. His eyes opened, allowing for the sunlight to filter through the darkness of his vision and create the shapes he was so familiar with. And then there was Hideo, the perfect boy who seemingly came out of a dream. Rhys smiled faintly and mumbled a response, then yawned and stretched his body out, some joints popping as he did so.
Hideo softly fluffed Rhys's hair up, and grinned as he did so. "What would you like for breakfast?" He asked Rhys, with intentions to make whatever he wanted the best way possible. He got up off of his side of the bed, and stretched a smaller, final time. He wasn't used to waking up this happy, it weirded him out, but only in the best ways.
Rhys closed and eye and smiled some more when he felt Hideo ruffling his hair, a small giggle accidentally leaving his lips, then blinked and cocked his head to the side, trying to ignore the blush blooming over his cheeks. "Umm." By now, he knew that there was no fighting with Hideo about him doing things for him. Might as well enjoy it while he could. "Pancakes?" he offered, rolling onto his stomach and hugging a pillow beneath his chin as he looked up towards Hideo.
"Sure. Feel free to do whatever." Hideo said. He dashed into his kitchen, his parents weren't home, and he was generally very free when they weren't. He whipped up a quick pancake mix with actual pancake mix, milk, and vanilla. He threw a few sprinkles into them for fun. He poured some of the mix into a shaped pan, and began to await the shapes that would form from the stuff.
Rhys followed Hideo's footsteps out of the room, then yawned again and rubbed at his cheeks to erase the lingering blush. He didn't giggle. That wasn't him. So why in the world had Hideo summoned that from him? Rhys sat up and slid out of the bed abruptly, as if that would leave all of the memories from last night on the piece of furniture and not in his mind. But it didn't. His cheeks heated up even more as he continued to be bombarded by the memories. The feeling of Hideo's arms wrapped around him, his hand in his hair to calm him down, the sound of his soft voice whispering to him, the feeling of his skin, his hair, the shared space throughout the entire night. Rhys groaned and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. Never had he felt like this before. What was going on?
Hideo skillfully flipped the newly formed pancake in the skillet. He loved how fun pancakes could be to make, and enjoyed every second of creating them. His mind, however, has elsewhere. His mind was on Rhys, the male that stayed in the bed with him that night. He was obsessed with him, and wanted to know everything about the other. He had to shove his feelings down as he served the pancakes on some plates, putting some whipped creme on top of them. "They're done!" He called to the other male. He went off to find him, holding onto both of the plates, and a bottle of syrup.
Rhys popped his head up when he heard Hideo's voice, then quickly tried thinking of things to erase his persistent blush. No luck. Oh well, he can just pretend it didn't exist. Letting out a calming breath, Rhys went over to the bean bags, fingers feeling for the material, then flopped into them and waited for Hideo to appear and his red cheeks to disappear. He could smell the faint aroma of pancakes, and it made his stomach rumble hungrily.
Hideo entered his room and plopped down into the other bean bag. He handed Rhys his plate after settling down. "You want any syrup?" He asked the other, as he was pouring his own onto his pancakes. He mumbled a quick few words of prayer before digging into the pancakes, his fork getting more and more crumb-filled. He loved them, they reminded him of his childhood, and what a bright thing that was.
"Sure," Rhys said, adjusting himself so that he was sitting cross-legged with the plate in his lap. His eyes flicked over to Hideo when he heard the words of prayer. Rhys wasn't very religious himself, mostly because his parents weren't, so they never raised him to be—when they bothered to raise him, that is. He bit his lip, searching for something to say, when he blurted, "What color are my eyes?" He rushed to explain when he realized just how random that was. "People keep telling me I have pretty eyes, but never explain how." He shrugged. "Just thought you'd at least give me a straight answer."
Hideo looked up from his pancake, syrup dripping messily off of his lower lip. "Your eyes are grey, Rhys. Like the clouds that raise thunder and lightning during storms. They're really pretty, yeah. Extra beautiful when they're paired with your hair. And the light hits them in a way that makes them shine, a little." Hideo assessed the other person's eyes with cautious, sweet words. "Diamonds." He added, his words laced with admiration. He ate another bit of pancake.
His teeth bit into his piercing as he ducked his head slightly. He had asked for the color, and he instead got a string of compliments that weren't helping him calm his heart and rosy cheeks, or figure out how he felt about Hideo. "Um…thanks," he said, smiling softly and busying himself with eating his pancakes. He really wanted to keep him as a friend, that was clear. Hideo wasn't like anyone else. He was amazing. He respected Rhys' independence but also knew when he legitimately needed help. He comforted him when he most needed it, made him laugh and smile, provided a light in his life he didn't know he needed. Rhys didn't know where he'd be now if he hadn't met Hideo. Probably alone.
Hideo smiled as he noticed how darkly that Rhys was blushing. "You know, your cheeks have been having a different coloring than your skin tone, though. Very dark, very blushy. I wonder, are they warm..?" Hideo teased the other, just slightly. He gently placed the back of his hand on Rhys's cheek, and felt the warmth of it, all the while keeping a loose touch. "Yep, definitely warm." He mumbled, laughing slightly
