Emotion Speaks: Short Stories (BL)

Sleepy Heads

Ruther excitedly pressed the buttons to perform his skills and moves to defeat the boss. He was struggling and shaking during 1 in the morning, so early that his boyfriend, Flint, woke up from his deep slumber. 

"Hey, why are you still up?" 

He asked with a hoarse voice. 

"I want to finish this boss before I sleep," 

Ruther replied. 

"Babe, it's actually 1 in the morning. You still have work tomorrow." 

"It's my day-off. So I can enjoy the game right now." 

Ruther said. Flint rubbed his eyes and took a closer look at his game as he sat up in the bed. 

"You lacked a specific item. It was necessary to win the boss. I think it was the Heart of the Sea." 

He kissed him and went back to his position. He then added more. 

"I'm wanna change my hair colour tomorrow afternoon. Please do accompany me at the salon, in front of the café where we first met." 

"Okaaay." 

Ruther agreed to Flint's plan. 

"I wuv you," 

Ruther added, but there was no response. He looked back at Flint and he was already in deep sleep. With soft eyes and pure sleeping face, Ruther could not help it but pause the game and kiss Flint at his forehead. He then went back to the edges of the bed and continued playing the game.

Flint woke up at 10 am, sat up, and stretched his torso. 

"That sleep felt good." 

He thought. He looked at the other side of the bed and there goes Ruther, sleeping peacefully, looking dreamy with his black sando and blue shorts, topped with his scruffy, black hair. Flint neared himself to Ruther's face and wore a smile. 

"Such a baby." 

He kissed Ruther's forehead in return and stood up quietly and gently as he could to not wake him up.

He walked to the bathroom and looked at his hair. It was a shiny mix of black and strands of brown. He touched it and posed a few in front of the mirror, imagining the next hair colour. 

"I'm excited about this." 

And he finally went to the kitchen.

Flint cooked 2 tasty sunny side-ups and hotdogs. He wasn't the best cook but he could perfect the simplest foods into an exquisite delicacy; the best condition of the food ever. Even just rice. Flint prepped up the table and put the food on it. He then went to their bedroom and Ruther's still sleeping in the same position last time. He slowly walked into Ruther's side of the bed. He sat down and gently shook him.

"Ruther. Babe, wake up." 

Ruther moved a little bit. 

"5 minutes more..." 

His eyebrows met with his puffy cheeks squeezed into the bedsheets. 

"It's already 10 in the morning. We don't want to skip our breakfast, right?" 

Flint kissed him on the lips and Ruther felt that. He suddenly opened his arms, requesting for a hug. Flint already knew his behaviour and he hugged him. Their faces were near each other and Ruther kissed Flint's cheeks for about 10 seconds with voice. 

"Mmmmm." 

"Mmmm. You got your kiss now. Wake up." 

Ruther lets go of Flint and spread his body unto the bed. Flint held his left hand and pulled him. Ruther was slowly pulled until he sat down. He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and stretched his arms after. He jumped out from the bed to Flint's surprise and enthusiastically moved his body to the kitchen, still wearing the sleepy face. They sat down on the chairs around the table and started eating happily while talking about the hair colour Flint decided.