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“Hey Alex– Woah! What the hell happened to your hair? You finally did it? It looks really good.”

Blood rushed to Alex’s face as Jay greeted him, ducking his head and drawing his shoulders up to his ears in an attempt to hide from his own embarrassment. What he hadn’t thought about before he did that was the fact that it’d make it so that Jay could see the top of his head more easily. “Thanks,” he mumbled, a few notches of anxiety ticking away from him upon hearing that Jay also liked the cut.

Jay frowned. “Is that a handprint?” He asked, and Alex turned his head to glare absolute daggers at Brian as he hopped out of the car to join them, as if he hadn’t wholeheartedly agreed to the handprint and it’s method of getting onto his head. As if he hadn’t loved it. “It’s on the back of your head too,” Jay observed, and Alex groaned.

“Yup.”

Jay stared at him, clearly trying to figure out why on earth Alex had a handprint bleached into his hair when all he’d been talking about when it came to changing his hair was cutting it short finally. “Did you lose a bet? For the handprint I mean? Did Brian get to slap you in the head with some bleach or something?”

Brian slung his arm around Alex’s shoulders, and Alex shrugged him off. He wasn’t actually upset, hell, he didn’t even care that much about how embarrassed he felt, he was still riding the high of finally cutting his hair short, that and the fun little sting of humiliation was the whole point of this, but god if it didn’t make him want to put on a hat and never take it off. He’d had the same long hair for his entire life, and he’d been wanting a change, wanting a buzzcut, but he hadn’t really thought about all the looks he’d get from the people he knew when he’d agreed to let Brian cut it. The handprint on his head just made it worse. And sure, he could cut it off any time he wanted, he didn’t have to keep the handprint… but he didn’t actually want to do that. Not really.

The buzzcut looked good, he thought so at least, and Brian did too… though that might have had something to do with the hand (pun intended) he had in bringing it into being, and the handprint was just… Alex loved it. He was just glad his mom had been wrong about the buzzcut.

“Did he lose a bet?” Brian asked, dragging Alex back into his side and pressing a kiss to the bleached handprint that crept up from the back of his head to the top. Alex’s blush deepened but he said nothing, just elbowed Brian in the side and got a sharp pinch in retaliation. “Nah, we just had some fun is all.”

Jay squinted at him, clearly confused. “What do you mean by that?” He asked. “It was a kink thing?”

Alex’s cheeks burned, but he nodded at the same time as Brian said yes out loud, and Jay’s eyes grew wider, an open mouthed grin spreading across his face as he dragged Alex’s head down to get another look at his hair. “You have to tell us about it,” he said, letting go of Alex’s head and dragging him and Brian into the house and through to the living room where Tim was waiting to start their movie night. “Change of plans Tim! We’re getting another story about Brian and Alex’s sex life!”

Tim laughed as he turned round to greet Brian and Alex, stopping short as he noticed Alex’s brand new buzz cut. “Hey! You got the buzzcut!” Tim said, grinning, and Alex couldn’t help grinning back.

“A buzz cut with a handprint bleached on the back,” Jay told him, almost sounding smug. He dragged Alex over to where Tim sat, making him turn around so that Tim could see the handprint on the back of his head. 

Alex glared helplessly at Brian as he was dragged around so that Tim could get a good look at his hair too. He felt like an animal in a petting zoo as his hair was stroked and stared at, and Brian just laughed at him. He knew Alex enjoyed the attention; he loved being passed around like this, even when it wasn’t to be put on his knees so he could open his mouth for anyone who wanted him. Alex doubted it’d be long before he was in that position though. The others always joked that it was the only way to keep him quiet while they watched a movie, and every time he tried to argue that he could keep silent during a movie he always proved himself wrong and ended up with his throat full of cock. None of his partners were small.

Brian threw himself down on the couch next to Tim. “Okay, so.”

***

Alex groaned as Brian ran his fingers through his hair long hair, tugging gently. His hips shifted where he sat, grinding back against the vibrator in him, trying to get enough to actually get off finally. Brian had had him sat there with his arms tied behind his back for what felt like hours at this point, the vibrator not quite strong enough to actually make him cum, but strong enough to leave him groaning in frustration and trying to grind himself back on it enough to get off. The hand in his hair tightened in warning, and Alex whined before forcing his hips still and Brian scratched his nails gently over his scalp in reward. Alex couldn’t help but lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed.

The sound of something buzzing loudly made him open his eyes again, and Alex watched quietly as Brian held up the hair clippers they’d brought specifically for this scene. He turned them off again, seemingly having just turned them on to get Alex’s attention, and grinned at him. 

“On your knees for me princess,” Brian murmured, stepping back and leaving Alex completely without his touch. 

Alex didn’t hesitate to slip from his chair onto the floor, settling on his knees as comfortably as he could on the hard tiled floor. They were in their kitchen, for an easy clean up, and he didn’t have a pillow to kneel on like he usually did, again, for ease of the clean up. Most of the rest of their house was carpeted, and their bathroom was pretty small and didn’t have the best lighting, so the kitchen it was. It had the added bonus of having huge windows, and no matter where he sat or stood, Alex felt like he was on display, like he could be seen by anyone at any moment despite the fact that they had a very long driveway and high hedges blocking the view of their house from the road.

“Good boy.” Brian’s voice was so fond, and Alex’s eyes fluttered shut again. He was already feeling so floaty and Brian’s soft, smooth tone of voice wasn’t helping bring him back up to the surface, just sank him lower into himself as he waited. The hand returned to his hair, gently pulling to get Alex’s head into the position Brian wanted it in for cutting his hair. 

It was something Alex had been thinking about for a while as he’d slowly grown bored of his usual hairstyle, wanting to venture out into something new but not really sure where to start. When he’d asked Brian for suggestions, outside of their dynamic, Brian had suggested a buzzcut, a completely blank slate. He’d offered to cut it for Alex, since it’d be so simple to do, and Alex had thought about it and thought about it and thought about it, and then he’d asked if they could make a scene out of it somehow. For a while they hadn’t really known what to do with it, and a few times Alex had come very close to just saying ‘fuck it’ and buzzing his hair short without any ceremony. He’d always chickened out though, too scared. What if it did look awful? What if he hated it? What would his parents say if he couldn’t grow it out long enough before the next time they dropped by to visit him without any notice?

Everyone in Alex’s family kept their hair long, even all the men: his grandad, his dad, his brothers, his cousins and uncles, even some old black and white photos from what looked like the victorian era showed the men in Alex’s family with long hair. He’d wanted his own hair shorter for a long while, wanted to buzz it for about the same amount of time, but whenever he’d brought it up to his mother she’d refused to let him, telling him short hair would look terrible on him and that a buzz cut would grow out to look like the head of a dandelion clock and his hair would never lay flat again, so he’d never got the courage to do it. Moving away for university made it easier to think about doing it though, with no one around him to tell him it’d look awful and ruin his hair forever, and eventually he’d started talking about the ‘dress code’ of his family with his friends and figured out that it wasn’t exactly something anyone else seemed to have dealt with.

And now here he was, a few months later, kneeling on the tiled floor in the kitchen with his eyes shut waiting for Brian to finally make the leap for him.

He couldn’t do it himself.

He just couldn’t.

He’d tried so many times and it had always ended with him almost having a panic attack in the bathroom. He didn’t get it. Everything else that had been a ‘rule’ with his parents (whether spoken or unspoken) he’d shrugged off like a cold, wet blanket within a few months of living away from home, he’d started dressing how he actually wanted to, he’d said ‘fuck it’ to ignoring the fact that he liked men, he’d said ‘fuck it’ to no sex before marriage, he’d said ‘fuck it’ to studying engineering very early on. 

But this?

Cutting his hair?

He just couldn’t do it, it felt so much more visible. His parents would never know he was bi, his parents would never know that he was having sex before marriage, his parents somehow still hadn’t found out he’d changed what he was studying, and by now it was far too late for him to easily swap back if they did find out. His parents would see his hair though. If they dropped in unannounced and they saw him in clothes they didn’t approved of he could just say he’d had to borrow a friends because his got dirty or something, but if they saw his hair? How would he explain that? What could he say? The only excuse he’d been able to come up with was that someone had forcibly cut his hair, and if he told them that they’d want to go straight to the university to report it and get whoever did it punished.

His hair wasn’t something he could hide.

His hair wasn’t something he could explain away.

So up until now he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it.

Turning it into a scene helped though. It helped a lot. The whole decision was ‘out of his control.’ He didn’t have to worry about his parents reactions because it wasn’t his fault. Brian had already said he’d take the fall for it if he had to. Alex had appreciated the sentiment, had thanked him and kissed him for it, but with the decision ‘out of his hands’ he felt like it’d be a lot easier to stand up to his parents about it. He wanted to do it, he wanted to stick it to his folks, he just couldn’t get the whole process of cutting his hair started on his own. He needed someone to do it for him, and who better than Brian? And how better to get out of his head about it than turning it into a scene.

So that’s that they did.

“How are you feeling about this, just before I actually go for it?” Brian murmured, and Alex leaned his head more heavily into his hands in answer. “You gotta gimme the go ahead princess, once I start cutting your hair I can’t stick it back on. You gotta be 100% about it.”

Alex hummed softly, tilting his head back so that he could look up at Brian again. “I am 100%” he said, voice soft as he leaned back into Brian’s touch again, letting him move his head back into the position he wanted it in.

“Okay, Good boy,” Brian said, and the clippers started up again, the loud buzzing making Alex’s heart beat faster. “I’ll check in again after okay? And if you want a break in the middle just yellow me and we can pause before we finish it, yeah?”

It was probably equal parts anxiety and excitement, and Alex sat perfectly still as the clippers pressed to the side of his head. He held his breath as they moved, shutting his eyes tightly as he saw the first chunk of hair fall, and Brian’s grip on his head tightened just slightly as he wobbled away from the clippers a little. It felt good. Being held in place when he subconsciously shied away from the clippers was what he needed. It felt good. Keeping his eyes closed felt good too; Alex didn’t want to see his hair as it fell. He didn’t want to see how much he was losing, he just wanted to see how much he’d lost at the end of it all. He’d freak out otherwise, and sure, he could ask for a break, but he didn’t want to. If he did, he wasn’t sure he’d let Brian restart, stupid haircut be damned, so he kept his eyes shut and tried to relax into the gentle manhandling, tried to focus on that and the vibrator in him rather than the fact that at long last he was cutting his hair off.

All of it.

That was why they’d made it a scene. It was easier to find pleasant things to distract himself with when they’d turned it into a scene. He couldn’t freak out if he was focussing on how firmly Brian was holding him. He couldn’t freak out if he was focussing on the pleasure that came from the vibrator he was sitting on. He let himself float, eyes shut and focus drifting further and further away from the hair clippers running over his head. Brian handled him so tenderly and Alex drifted, almost asleep the more time stretched out behind him.

The clippers turning off was what finally broke Alex from his almost sleep and he turned his head to where he was pretty sure Brian was, still not ready to open his eyes yet. “All done baby,” Brian told him, his hands coming to rest on Alex’s face, cupping his cheeks. “Wanna have a look at it?” 

Alex shook his head. He felt shaky. “What if I fucked up, Bri?” He whispered. “What if I hate it? What if it looks awful? Oh god I–”

“Hey, woah woah woah take a breath princess,” Brian’s arms wrapped around him and Alex grabbed at him, pulling him as close as he could as his eyes burned with tears. “I promise you it doesn’t look awful.”

Alex shook his head, burying his face in Brian’s chest. 

Brian hummed softly, a little nothing-tune to sooth Alex as he rocked them gently together. “What do you need?” Brian asked gently and Alex shook his head again. He didn’t know. “I can shut up and just cuddle you, would that be good?” Brian asked. Alex nodded and the kitchen fell silent again.

It took a long while before Alex felt able to pull himself away from the comfort of Brian’s embrace, and he still kept a tight hold on Brian’s shirt even when he did pull away, eyes still shut. “You promise it doesn’t look awful?” He whispered, and Brian hummed softly.

“Pinky promise,” he said. “I really like it.”

Alex nodded, taking a deep breath and opening his eyes to see Brian’s face right in front of his. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the blobby shapes of his long brown hair on the floor, but he didn’t look at it just yet, staring at Brian as he wiped his tears and tried to pull himself together properly again. “Are you just saying you like it because you know it’s something I’ve wanted to do for ages?” Alex asked, chuckling softly, worried about what the answer was going to be.

Brian pulled a face, thinking, then shook his head. “I don’t think so. I mean, sure, that’s part of it definitely. But…” he pulled back slightly to look at Alex’s new haircut. “No I genuinely like it. I think it suits you. Sure it’s a huge change and it’ll take a while to get used to it, but I really like it.”

Alex nodded, taking a deep breath to settle himself a bit. The vibrator in him was still going, buzzing softly and making him feel warm and tight inside with how long he’d just been sitting with it on such a low setting. “Can I cum?” He asked softly and Brian grinned, saying nothing in response to Alex’s question and instead reaching off to the side to grab the bottle of lube they’d brought into the kitchen with them. 

Brian’s hand wrapped around Alex’s dick and he shivered softly, leaning into Brian again, resting his face against his shoulder and rolling his hips slowly into his lubed up fist. Neither of them spoke much as they worked Alex towards his climax, just the occasional bit of praise from Brian as he watched Alex buck into his hand, and Alex came with a soft moan, panting gently against Brian’s shoulder. Brian wiped his hand off on a towel they’d brought with them from the bathroom, and the vibrator in Alex’s ass turned off. 

Alex sighed softly, nuzzling into Brian’s shirt. 

“That good princess?” Brian asked, pressing a kiss to the top of Alex’s head.

Alex couldn’t help gasping, just a soft sharp inhale as he felt Brian’s lips against his head. With his hair short now, it felt so different. They hadn’t cut his hair completely down to the skin, Brian had said the guard he’d put on the clippers would take Alex’s hair down to about a centimetre long, but it was still a huge change. His head felt quite cold, actually. Alex laughed quietly at that realisation. Maybe he’d end up wearing a hat anyway, though not to hide his hair, just to keep his head warm. “It feels so weird,” Alex murmured, and Brian grinned at him.

“Yeah? Good weird or bad weird?”

“Good weird… I think.”

“That’s good. You wanna have a look at it yet?”

“I don’t… Maybe?” Alex took a breath and looked away from Brian. He wanted to see the hair on the floor first, he wanted to know that it was done, that his long hair was fully gone, lying on the floor with no way of reattaching it to his head. It was a weird feeling, seeing it lying there. It didn’t really look like it was his and Alex couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “I’ve got short hair,” he said, looking at Brian again and grinning even brighter as Brian grinned back.

“Yeah you do princess.”

Alex ran his hand over his head, feeling the way his hair stuck up and caught against his fingers. “Okay, I wanna see it.”

Brian leaned over to the chair he’d put his stuff on, picking up a small, round, handheld mirror and holding it up for Alex to look at himself in. 

God he looked weird.

It was definitely a good weird though and tears welled in Alex’s eyes again. Brian dragged him back into another hug, holding him tight. “I love it,” Alex whispered. “I love it so much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna carry on with the rest of the scene we planned?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, remember we can stop any time and cut the bleached hair off, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll leave your hair way shorter if we have to do that though.”

“I know.”

“And you’re happy with that?”

“Mm-hmm, yeah.”

“Okay, good boy.” Brian leaned back, trying and failing to extricate himself from the hug, and Alex laughed as he held him tighter.

“Nope, nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere, stop thinking with your dick and cuddle me,” he grumbled, and Brian let out a dramatic huff, wrapping his arms back around Alex and dragging him almost into his lap. 

It was nice, just sitting there cuddling, and Alex let his eyes shut again, feeling every single one of Brian’s breaths against the top of his head and just trying to get used to how light his head felt now. He hadn’t realised how much his hair had weighed. Sure, it wasn’t actually much, if they put it all on a scale it would probably only be a few grams, but now that it wasn’t on his head anymore, it felt like a huge weight had been lost. It was nice. It was really nice, especially when Brian ran his hand up the back of Alex’s head, fingers in his hair, nails gently running over his scalp. His hair wasn’t long enough to pull anymore, but Brian still pinched at it gently, tugging with his fingers now that he couldn’t twist the hair round his fist to get a real good grip on it. It was still nice.

They stayed there, cuddled up together on the floor, for a good long while, just holding each other, but eventually Alex felt like he was human enough to get back to their scene. He peeled himself gently out of Brian’s arms, settling back to kneeling on the floor and watching quietly as Brian got up to go and get what they needed for the next part of their scene. Alex watched quietly as Brian mixed the powder and developer together, putting the little bowl and brush on the chair with the rest of the stuff they’d used already and grabbing a plastic glove so that he could paint the palm side of his hand with the bleach later. Alex couldn’t help the way his dick twitched as he watched Brian unzip his jeans and push them and his boxers down around his thighs, groaning softly as he took his dick in his hand, stroking it a couple of times, getting himself fully hard.

Shuffling closer on his knees, Alex leaned in, grinning as Brian’s hand left his dick to make way for Alex’s mouth to take it’s place. He sighed breathily as Alex kissed his dick, licking over the head and sucking gently as he took it into his mouth. Alex listened quietly as Brian put his glove on, dutifully sucking the head of his dick as he waited for Brian’s hand to come down on the back of his head, gloved and coated in bleach. 

He didn’t have to wait long. Brian pressed his hand against the back of his head and Alex could feel the bleach he’d painted all over the glove in a thick layer on his scalp. It was cold, hitting Alex’s scalp immediately with how short his hair now was. Alex didn’t resist it when the hand started to push at the back of his head gently, just allowed Brian to push him down and take his dick fully into his mouth, his eyes slipping shut. He gagged a little as Brian’s dick reached the back of his mouth, but the bleach was starting to burn just a little so he focussed on that instead. Thankfully, Brian gave him a moment to breathe and try to relax himself before the pressure on the back of his head was back and he was guiding Alex’s head down again. 

Alex focussed on the feeling of the bleach on the back of his head, breathing steadily through his nose as he tried to stop himself from gagging too much. He didn’t have the worst gag reflex in the world, they could usually just deal with it by going slow like this, but Brian loved it anyway. He liked hearing Alex choke on his dick. He liked the ego boost of knowing his dick was big enough to get that reaction. Alex made fun of him for it sometimes, just to get Brian to grab him and make him cockwarm him for an hour or so.

The feeling of Brian pulling out of his throat was always the bit that made him gag the worse for som reason, and he couldn’t stop the gross noise and the way his throat spasmed as Brian pulled out a bit this time. Brian laughed at him softly, the thumb of his free hand coming to stroke across Alex’s face as he slowly pushed his dick back in, not bothering to wait until Alex had gotten his throat under control again. He knew he’d manage it eventually, so why wait to start fucking his throat until he’d done it? That’d simply be a waste of time.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut as Brian’s hand on the back of his head pressed harder, pushing his head down slowly until his nose was pressed into Brian’s pubes and Brian’s cock was down his throat again. 

It didn’t take long for Brian to build up a good pace, fucking in and out of Alex’s throat rhythmically, groaning and sighing every time Alex gagged and his throat tightened around Brian’s dick. Alex just knelt there and let himself be used, eyes shut as he tried his best to focus on the stinging from the bleach Brian was holding on the back of his head. The distraction helped a little, stopping him from overthinking anything and gagging too much.

It felt good to be used like this. It felt good to hear the noises Brian made as he fucked his throat, and Alex let himself drift with it, happy to just be there as a toy for Brian to use to get himself off.

It didn’t take long for Brian to cum, his hips stuttering and his got closer to the edge and his moans getting a little louder. Alex opened his eyes then, tilting his head slowly back so that he could look up at Brian properly without accidentally moving where his hand was pressed against his head. He didn’t want to blur the bleached handprint. 

Brian came with a sigh, burying himself in Alex’s throat, and Alex stared lovingly up at him as he swallowed it all.

***

“After that we just washed the bleach out and all that, then I fucked Alex in the shower,” Brian said, finishing the little impromptu story time that had taken over the movie night the four of them had been meaning to have. “It was so cute, he kept running his hand over the back of his head and trying to guess where the handprint was so he could line is own hand up with it. He was so subby it was unbelievable. I had to do basically everything for him.”

“What, you mean just like a normal scene with Alex then?” Jay asked, running his fingers through Alex’s hair. Alex looked up at him, eyes sleepy as he sucked softly at Jay’s cock. “Like now? I bet he doesn’t even know Star Wars from Star Trek right now he’s so out of it.”

Alex made a grumbling noise, trying to pull himself off Jay’s cock to complain and prove that he did know the difference, but Jay’s hand pressed down hard on the back of his head and he sank easily back down. He wondered if Jay had his hand over the handprint on the back of his head, if he’d used it as a guide for where to put his own hand. He kind of hoped so.

Tim and Brian laughed, all sweet and condescending and aimed solely at Alex. It made his cheeks heat up but he didn’t try to pull himself off Jay’s dick again to argue with them, just grumbled to himself and sank his face into Jay’s lap a bit more as he listened to them talk about him like he wasn’t there before moving onto choosing what movie to watch for the night. At some point in the conversation he was coaxed up off Jay’s cock and his mouth was put to use warming Tim’s instead, but he didn’t mind, just nuzzled back into the warmth and comfort of it and let himself float as the sounds of a movie he was pretty sure he should know the name of filled his ears.