Khuq21
‘I’m sorry, I would’ve…I wanted to…. I waited weeks for it, growing my hair out.’
‘ i know’ i gently caressed his now short hair as he rested his head on my shoulder, sobbing.
‘ I think he knows, is why he was so adamant about me getting that cut so that you couldn’t cut my hair, he was like you’re getting it done or…’ fisting his palm in aggression ‘ im so done with my father, I don’t want to feel powerless in front of him..’ and he looked at me with pleading eyes. As if there was anything in the world that I wouldn’t do to fix his position, but we had already had this conversation a hundred times. I knew things wouldn’t change between me and Neal. We were just two helpless romantics, who had barely started earning any real money, and that didn’t come without ties with their toxic fathers. So for now he is just a graduate who has to join his fathers business, and im just a dropout who works in his fathers barbershop.
‘ its not your fault . You know what we can still do, i can fix those ends, and make the look more cohesive..’
‘ of course you can, anyways he’s cut it out like shit, i look like a goofball’
‘ a cute goofball, my goofball..’ and i kiss his soft lips as i cup his face in my hands. Neal M. my boyfriend. All mine.
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I set up the stool near the basin in my room’s bathroom, and arranged my tools. This was supposed to be our monthly getaway( yes we hardly meet because we are both busy), where I usually give him a trim, we eat good stuff, cuddle, and just in general spend time together. If not for his father to fuck things up. He comes up after clearing the kitchen, and without much ado we proceed to the most awaited part of our evening.
For a moment I get lost in the beauty of his back when he gets rid of his top in one go , and gets his hair wet using the ceiling shower like always. And like always I die at the exhibit of those muscles moving, as he moves his wet strands back. When he finally sits down, I cape him up and reach for the comb.
‘ remove this thing, idiot’
His majesty likes the feeling of wet hair falling on his bare shoulders and back, so we will get rid of the cape.
I parted his hair according to the cut I was supposed to give him, which one is it? I didn’t think, I just lead with passion I guess. Because at that point this thing of ours had become ritualistic, and in the beginning I used to plan things out, but now I think that’s amateurs-ish. Pick up my sleek scissors and start working my way through his hair structure which was completely ruined by whoever cheap-ass had done the job. During this time we mostly stay silent, to experience better, but then his eyes are so very distracting.
I looked up at him in the mirror, and he was already looking my way, shooting me with his piercing brown eyes…ughhh..i cant get enough of a look. He smirked as if knew what it was doing to me. I was almost done with my scissorwork in the back; As little pieces of hair fell on his neck, it aroused me in a different kinda way. I was aware of my fetish, but napes in general are sexy. Impromptly I kiss his neck, and he seems to enjoy it. The smell of his bodywash makes me happy. I clear off the hair, and use a razor to clean his nape.
Then I get to the sides, on which I’ve rarely done anything but fades for that is what most clients want, but Neal doesn’t like that look, so I use scissors, and just shape them. As the cut was halfway getting done, I could already see his face looking more sharp. His hair was starting to get dry now, so I sprayed some water. And i dont know why but everything just seems a hundred times more sensual, maybe it was the slow pace, maybe it was his half-naked body and his beautiful face, I don’t know, whatever it was we both enjoyed it.
I now face his front, and start with the top, occasionally looking at him, but his eyes are closed now. Although there was nothing much left to work with, I took the longer bits and snipped them evenly. I was taking all the sweet time in the world, because in these moments I truly got to be so close to him. In the middle he raised his hand and pulled me in closer for a kiss. A never-ending one, I was awkwardly leaning in, but I don’t think he intended for it to be a short kiss. So I got down on my knees, to meet his waist and groin. I looked up with a sneaky little smile, knowing exactly what to do next, I put away my scissors. Just as i was about to unzip and dunk my face in heaven, he pulled me back by my hair, ‘wait, not so fast’
Neal’s phone rang suddenly, and he sprang out of his serenity. I was angry, but he had to pick up the call, things would just get way worse when he wouldn’t answer calls from work. I told him to put it on speaker,
‘ hello papa’
‘Where are you! ’, said the commanding voice over the phone.
‘ out with friends, I told you, I already finished that file…’
‘ what file, i told you to do three, you had to stay back with mr.fronz and check his accounts, are you mad that you..’
‘ papa i told you ill do it once i come back…’
‘ ..no i dont want to hear all that bullshit…are you with that fag again..’
It didn’t affect me, this was usual, but i could see the twitch in his fist, and his eyes fuming up. He was silent and his father continued thrashing him over the phone. I ran my hand over his back, trying to calm him. After 15 seconds he answered,
‘ papa try to understan…’
‘…come back right now, wait till you get home, im going to…’
He put the speaker off, and put the phone away; after 10 seconds his father cut the call.
He sat on the bed, head in his hands, just devastated. It hurt to see him like that. Before I could go to him, he gets up again and straight starts rummaging through my tools kept near the sink.
‘Dom, where’s the clipper?’ he grabbed the clipper, and was finding where to turn it on from. In the jiffy I understood what he was going to do next, and tried to take the clipper out of his hands. He fought back, ‘I’ve had enough, this is it ! ‘
‘ Neal stop it, have you lost your mind..’
‘ if my fucking father wants me have that stupid cut then fine, you know what ill just go bald then, no hair no problem, just one less thing to deal with anyway, ill go bald to the meeting next week, i dont care if thats looks presentable or not. He calls you that ! …….all the time, it’s my wish who I hang out with and who I don’t, he has no say in my life…’
‘ Please calm down first of all…’
‘ just do it, i dont care’
‘ you’ve gone insane neal pls think..’
He snaps back at me, all stubborn and says, ‘ dom im perfectly calm alright, im not gonna change my decision, so do it, thats it, its fixed’
I don’t want to fight him back, I don’t think he is in the state to comprehend. It’s ironic how becomes just like his father. I wonder if i do that too. I just look at him for a few seconds, he doesn’t look back , and we stay in silence. He touched his unfinished scalp, his hair all pointy, and sticking to his body, he was staring at himself in the mirror.
That didn’t change his mind, he shot one look my way before sitting back down, and handing me the clipper, that indicated that I had to shear his head now. I knew this was a bad decision; what should have i said
‘ dom just do it’
I put the 2nd guard on, in case he still changed his mind, and the clipper went on.
The first few rounds around his head got most of his hair out. He was sulking on the chair, lifelessly waiting for me to get done with it. As chunks of his hair fell out, I only felt sadder. This was uncomfortable, I felt like I was shaving a prisoner’s head. He is going to regret this decision, his anger led him, if only he didn’t pick up the call, if only he didn’t put to mind the words his father says, if only he wasn’t so angry all the time, if only he listened to me, and we would’ve ran off to another country away from all this……..i gasped. I had just climaxed, my dick went straight up like hard rock. Ugh this was the worst time for this to happen, I don’t know if he noticed. I tried to get myself together. My heart beat was crazy. Neal looked up, I guess because my hand was shaking. Feeling like shit didnt help, but i couldnt beleive i just orgasmed to shaving him. I never told him about my fetish, and don’t plan on doing so. He must have noticed, but he just said, ‘shorter than that’ .
I changed the guard to 1, and reared it smoothly over the sides, to give him a fade. I don’t know how he must feel about that, but I couldn’t leave him looking stupid. The skin fade although a new look for him, kind of made the look better, so he didn’t look like complete shit. The cut was over, with only a quarter- inch of hair left on his head. He got up, he looked different, older.
‘You need to have a bath’, I said
‘WE need to have a bath’ , he turned around and started unbuttoning me. My sweet neal was gone, instead…i cant seem to describe his new look..i dont need to……he drags me in the shower. For the first time, it felt like he was leading, and I’m glad about it. He got down, and went straight to heaven.
(thx for reading , this is my first story, so pls let me know how it was, im working on another set of stories that will come out in parts)
