34. Seth
Seth
“Can you cut my hair?”
I’m cleaning up my station after my last customer, and Kaden sits down next to me on his chair, scooting himself closer.
“What?” I ask, turning to face him. “Dude, have you lost the plot?”
“Please!” he begs. “I have to go to that fucking bachelor party tonight, and—”
I frown. “What do you mean ‘please’? I’m doing you a favor saying no. Just go to a hairdresser. I can recommend mine, she’s—”
“Seth!” he says, shooting me a look.
“Fine. Why don’t you ask Sully?”
“’Cause I don’t trust Sully. She’ll cut my hair the way she likes it, and I’ll end up with fucking bangs or something.”
I give it some thought. “Yeah, no. That won’t fly. What about your mom? Why don’t you—”
“Because I’m not five. Seth, please! I promise I won’t get mad if you fuck it up.”
“What do I get?” I ask, turning to face him.
“Huh?”
“What do I get for cutting your hair?”
He glances down at my crotch, then back up, raising his eyebrows. And of course, I give in.
So we finish up our stations and then we leave.
“Why are we both shirtless?” Kaden asks, frowning at me.
We’re in his bathroom, a chair is placed in the middle, and I’ve placed scissors and a comb on the sink.
I’m nervous as hell. I really don’t want to be the reason his perfect hair gets all fucked up.
“I’m shirtless because I don’t wanna get hair all over my clothes. I don’t know why you’re shirtless,” I shrug as I reply.
“Because you told me to take my shirt off?”
“Did I? Hm, I wonder why,” I say, leaning back against the sink, slowly dragging my gaze all over him. When I get to his face, I catch him smiling at me, shaking his head.
“How many times have you seen me naked now?”
Eleven times, and counting.
“I mean,” I say as I tilt my head back and forth, “is that even something that can be measured?”
“Uh, yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, I’d say that’s definitely something that can be measured.”
“Fine! I’ll close my eyes the next time you’re naked. But don’t expect me to find your dick with my eyes closed. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
“Yeah, you are,” he mumbles, shooting me a sly grin.
“Smooth.” I nod, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. “I don’t know if I should give you a blowie or a haircut right now.”
“If you hurry up, we can do both,” he says, dropping down on the chair, wrapping a towel around his shoulders.
I take a deep breath, grab the scissors and the comb and stand behind him.
I thought I’ve gotten used to his cologne and the distinct scent of Kaden from the hours of grinding our dicks together, and sucking each other’s brains out. But there’s something different about being this close to him, and touching him now without the end goal being sex.
Why hasn’t anyone ever told me how intimate it is to cut someone’s hair?
I comb my fingers through the strands, and his elbow brushes my hip as I move around him. I can see every breath he takes from the way his shoulders lift and drop. They’re long and deep, like he’s relaxed. Like he trusts me. And that makes me even more nervous.
I move in front of him, and he spreads his legs to make room for me to stand between them. He closes his eyes as I comb through the lengths falling over his forehead. I pause my movements, giving myself the opportunity to just look at him. He’s stunning.
I know I stare at him too often and too long for it to be considered platonic. And I’ve tried to dial it down, but I’d be stupid not to capture the moment when it presents itself like this.
And then he opens his eyes, peeking at me under his lashes.
“What?” he says. “Did you fuck up?”
Yes. I’m pretty sure I did.
I tear my eyes away from his face, and back to his hair. “No, you’re good.”
When I’m done, Kaden inspects his hair in the mirror, turning his head back and forth, raking a hand through it, mussing it up. I’m biting my lip, arms crossed, waiting for the verdict.
“Looks good,” he says eventually, nodding.
“Yeah?” I grin, shoulders relaxing.
“Yeah. I like it.” He turns to face me. “What do you think?”
I think you’re gorgeous. “I think a real hairdresser would’ve done a better job, but you’re still hot, so.” I shrug, turning around and start digging through my bag.
“What’s that?” he nods his chin at the item in my hand.
“Tweezers.”
“Hell no!”
“I just saw a few strays—it’ll take me two seconds to get—”
“No, Seth!”
“Yes, Kadey-babe. You can’t show up to a bachelor party with a fucking unibrow.”
“I don’t have—”
“Semantics.” I wave him off. “Let’s go!”
He sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine!”
He drops down on the chair, and I straddle his lap, facing him.
“Really, dude?” he says, eyebrows raised.
“I have bad eyesight,” I lie. “And this bathroom’s like a fucking cave.” I turn my head around dramatically. “How can you—”
“Alright!”
I chuckle, placing a hand on his temple, lifting the other hand—
“Ow!” he says, whipping his head away.
I shoot him a look. “I haven’t even started yet.”
He groans and places his hands on my ass. “Fine! Do it, but if it hurts, you’ll feel it too,” he says, squeezing my cheeks.
I snort. “You think that’ll scare me off?”
He squeezes my ass hard, making my dick stir in my pants.
“Just for that,” I say, slowly rubbing against him. “I’m gonna drag this out.”
“Holy shit,” he groans, placing a hand on the back of my head. I swirl my tongue around him, and swallow him down. Feeling the heavy weight of him on my tongue, and the taste of pre-cum. I quicken the pace, bobbing my head up and down and work my hand in tandem.
My own hard dick’s leaking in my Calvin’s. I’m so turned on, I could cry.
“I’m gonna come!” he breathes, tugging at my hair.
I want to see him come undone, so my eyes move to his face, and I catch his dark eyes looking down on me. His mouth is partly open, and his breathing heavy.
He gets hotter every time I look at him. Especially like this. When he’s close to the edge. And I love that he keeps his eyes on me. That he’s not freaked out, or closing his eyes, pretending I’m someone else.
I hold his gaze, taking him as far back as I can, and swallow again. His eyes roll back, hips jerking, and he groans loudly as he shoots down my throat.
“Fuck!” he pants, chest heaving and thighs trembling. His eyes are closed as I stand on shaky legs and stick a hand down my pants, adjusting myself.
He pulls up his sweats, and rakes both hands through his hair. I cast a glance at my phone, and grab my tee.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice raspy.
I turn around, facing him. “Party starts in an hour. You need to shower, and—no, not like that,” I laugh at his raised eyebrows. “Your dick is a fucking delight, but you’ve got hair all over you. And then I’m doing your hair.”
“That’s plenty of time,” he says, hooking a finger in the loop of my jeans, and pulls. I stumble, and catch myself with a hand on his shoulder, and he places his forehead against my stomach.
“Just give me a second,” he mumbles, taking a deep breath. The hot air hitting my skin makes the hair stand on end. His skin on my skin is not helping the hard-on in my pants, or the ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum in my chest, so I slide out from his hold.
“Dude,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “Are we doing this again?”
“Doing what?”
“The you-can-touch-me-but-I-can’t-touch-you-thing?”
I frown, snorting. “You blew me the other day, what do you even mean?”
“Then…” He throws his hands out, shrugging. “Why do you walk away?”
Because I’m this close to breaking apart right in front of you.
“’Cause you’ve got places to be, people to see. Showers to take. Hair to make.” I chuckle.
“Such a poet.” He shakes his head, grinning.
“Well.” I shrug one shoulder.
He sighs, as he stands and walks over to me. “I’m not gonna leave you hanging, Seth. They can wait.”
“Oh, believe me, there’s no hanging happening here.”
“Then let me—” He reaches for me, but I take a step back and smack his hand away.
“Get into the shower for fucks sake!” I laugh.
He tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at me. “This ain’t right,” he says.
“I’m not keeping tabs, Kade.”
“I do!”
“Yeah? You’ve been keeping up with who’s done what to who? That’s a little crazy, even for you.” I frown, nodding.
“You’re the crazy one. Turning down a blowie?” He whistles. “Man, I think you’re broken.”
Yeah. Me too.