Your Hair is White!

Xing Han rolled on the sofa that his cookie had brought in for him. It wasn't every day that he got to be so free, but here his cookie was, ignoring him to do work!

Xing Han pouted and pulled out his phone to text his BFF, but that only took up so long before he was bored again.

At this point of time, he was just waiting for time to pass before his cookie finished work and they could go and have a little… fun.

But he'd promised not to disturb his lover for a while – especially not with complete distractions, like pulling him into a kiss.

Xing Han understood. He didn't like it, but he understood, nonetheless. He wasn't a kid anymore, so he could handle this alone time!

He could…

The brunet eventually rolled over on the sofa, being very distracting, but his cookie didn't even give a single glance in his direction.

He pouted, but he stayed silent. He stared at his lover working hard at his desk, his back to the glass window.

The light shone in gently, bathing him in a glow of light that made Xing Han's eyes soften up.

His face was serious as he held the pen, signing something. Xing Han's eyes naturally travelled to his cookie's hands. They were big and strong, and lightly tanned. The fronts of his sleeves were rolled up, showing his muscled forearms.

Xing Han wanted to take a bite out of those delectable and firm muscles.

Every time he moved his hand, his muscles flexed slightly, which made Xing Han's mouth water.

His front two buttons were popped open, and it showed the lovely tanned skin underneath. There were a few marks on the side of his neck, as well as on the skin that was shown, and the brunet silently swallowed a little.

His face creased in concentration – he didn't even notice how Xing Han was restlessly moving about. They said that a man was the at the most attractive when he was engrossed in his work, and Xing Han found that it was true.

Xing Han's eyes traced the faint scar in the man's brow, then he blinked and looked at his lover as a whole.

His locks were gentle tousled from earlier. They were dark even as the sunlight hit his stray strands of hair, but Xing Han's eyes eventually landed on the 'silver' strands as his lover called them.

They stood out in his dark hair and came lock by lock, looking more like a fashion statement than something natural, yet Xing Han knew that his lover would never do something like dye his hair just to make a fashion statement. Maybe if Xing Han asked him, but on his own?

No way.

Nitocris called it silver, but Xing Han thought they were just white. Yet, every time he prodded fun at him saying that it was white, he never failed to get a rebuttal that they were silver.

Pfft!

Still, though. Was it really not white, and truly silver?

He couldn't help but stare hard at it. In the light, it was really hard to tell, there was indeed a bit of a shine to it, but to say it was silver… he still didn't think it was quite right.

His gaze must have been a bit too heavy because Nitocris seemed to feel it and looked up at him, causing Xing Han to blink a few times.

"Be good," Nic said, looking affectionately at Xing Han. "I'll play with you later."

Part of Xing Han melted at that, but another part of him was insanely curious.

Was it white, or was it not?

As he kept thinking about it, he didn't even notice that he had drawn closer to his lover, who had already gone back to working on the documents that couldn't be delayed.

Was it really silver?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

In his cookie's building, there was a lab downstairs that did their own testing… maybe he could… test it?

As quickly as the thought went through his mind, his eyes were already roving here and there, thinking about how to do it.

In the end, he decided to just do it. And confirm it for himself.

He hugged his cookie from behind, his eyes still tracing that few locks of silver hair.

"Cookie…"

"Be good, puppy," Nitocris said faintly.

"Cookie… are you sure your hair is silver?"

Nitocris' finger twitched faintly on the pen he was still holding. "Yes."

Xing Han's hand lightly reached up to tug at silver locks, peering at it. There was a bit of a shine to it, indeed, but…

He just needed…

One…

Nitocris absently played with his puppy's free hand as he signed more documents. It was nice to have some skin ship while he was doing – ow!

Xing Han ran out of the door with that one strand of 'silver' hair. "I just need to know! If it's really white or not!"

Nitocris looked blankly at the door that was closing behind his puppy and rubbed his tingling scalp, speechless.

This was what happened when he left his puppy alone for too long.

…He would have to punish him later.

But there was a faint smile on Nitocris' lips that could not be hidden.