Was he? He didn’t really believe it, not lately, but maybe? He could go back and forth about that all night but that would only leave him lost in thought. “I think you are more.. Attractive.” It had been one of the first words Joseph had said about Rhys in describing him, but he thought it fit better for him, instead. It wasn’t just to him, it was to everyone else around him, too.
His touches paused at that, fingers almost moving away from his skin before flattening them down instead. The nerves were there again, his eyes watching where his fingers were, above the top of his pants. If he moved his hands down, just a little more, they’d be on his hips. Together and they’d be on the button and zipper that kept his pants together and on him. He had a choice.
Swallowing hard, he looked back up to Joseph, before doing just that, hands moving together over his stomach and down to that button. It would only be fair if those pants weren’t there anymore. Rhys’ own pants were still opened, still a bit on display. Without looking away, he pulled the material so the button undid before the zipper followed. There was no doubt he would have been beet red in the face, but he could do things too.