Sober Hours - Hige/Quent (you’re warned now)
Hige’s expression took a bit of a dumb fold expression at the sudden question that the pops had asked him. He probably thought Hige couldn’t take things seriously, or that was how he wanted people to see him. He thought too much and he knew that, but sometimes it was all he had.
A raw soft expression appeared on Hige’s face again as he smiled back at the older man at the question. He had the urge to kiss his cheek or show some sort of affection, but then again that might not turn out to well as the last time that he was indulged in alcohol His head leaned against his shoulder and crack of his neck instead looking forward as he felt the smile on his face.
“Yeah… I believed them” He mumbled lowly with a bit of happiness mixed in his voice.
He was happy, just to be by the older mans side. To be able to talk about silly things like this or just talk normally at all without being disgusted by his scent. It made him feel a bit safer with the older man.
His eyes lingered on the mass of hair as the new weight settled against his side. A soft hum slipped from his throat as he shifted so he could pull Hige into a more comfortable position against him. The solid press of a curve less body did not bother him. Nor did the heat that he’d never known women to have, that sank into his own almost taking the long chill that had not left him in years.
Arm wrapping around Hige’s back, he kept his hand a touch high on his side. The thought of having someone get as close to him as his long passed wife had, sent his heart jumping like a rabbit. The excitement and fear of something new bled into his mind when he took a moment to just shut his eyes and gently lay his chin over soft hair.
Breathing in, Quent found himself sliding his hand more surely to rest against the hem of his pants. He could almost laugh at how the other reminded him of what life could promise him once more. The flicker of a smile ghosted his lips. The lingering doubt of saying yes to this night quickly dulled to a faint whisper in his mind.
Hige let him readjust his hold on him until he was comfortable feeling his breathing become a bit more relieved and his shoulders losing any last minute tension that he still had over his nervousness. He couldn’t help but thing he was cute like this, not the same kind of cute that girls naturally had. Quent had his own type of cuteness to him when he felt awkward or unsure of himself.
Which made Hige have the feeling of wanting to tease him.
Slowly his eyes closed a bit while a smile grew on his lips at the thought, a more mischievousness smile that he hid against the warmth of his shoulder. Suddenly he reached out to touch the new found clothes that he was not used to seeing on the older man. It was nice to see him look so refreshed as if something changed in him… although he didn’t notice much of a change since they became closer. There was no profound secret behind him which was refreshing to Hige since it seemed like he was a basket of secrets at times.
“Are ya going to dress like this more often?” He said asked changing the subject between them.