Curls
Tommy promised to stay that night, even as he got out of bed. Noh listened intently, tracking Tommy’s steps from the bedroom to the shower to the hair dryer. Noh stayed on the pillow, fingers drumming on the blanket draped across his chest.
“Alright.” Tommy reentered, immediately heading toward Noh’s dresser and sliding out the top drawer. His bare skin was white as bone in the moonlight spilling from the window. “My presence, as requested,” he spoke, grabbing a clean pair of Noh’s boxers and sliding them on. He crawled back into bed.
His hair was curly.
Noh tugged on one of his curls. “You’ve got curly hair,” he pointed out, voice soft as to fit the quiet of the night.
“Yeah,” Tommy murmured, eyes closed. “There’s more of that, if you go down south.”
“You flat iron your hair.”
“Mm.”
“Why?”
Tommy sighed and rolled inward, head just almost resting in the nook of Noh’s arm,almost close enough to cuddle. “Because I’m the pretty one,” he mumbled. “Billy’s the mess with bad hair days and frizz.”
“I don’t think Billy is that bad.”
Tommy peeked one eye at him. “Have you seen his eyebrows? They’re becoming one massive caterpillar.”
Noh thought about that. “Come to think of it, I don’t recall ever seeing his eyebrows. His bangs are usually covering them.”
“Yeah, it’s so no one notices his giant ears.”
“Shouldn’t you two have the same ears?”
“We should. But if you pay attention to the details, I’m the better package.”
“Oh, you mean he’s small down there?”
“That, too. I mean, probably, anyway. I’ve never actually measured, but I’m confident - ” Tommy yawned, “ - I’d win that round.”
Noh hummed and looped an arm around Tommy’s back, pulling him into the nook of his arm. “I think you’re cute with curls.”
“Of course, I am. I’m cute in everything.”
“You’re the cutest in my sheets.”
Tommy didn’t reply, but he let out a breathy laugh and even nuzzled in.