Nothing To Be Sorry About Part 3 by Lavro

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Please Read Part 1 and 2 before continuing to this part of the story.

"Come get a drink with us tonight." It was the first thing Anderson nervously blurted out to Aron when he and Ezra walked into the gym. He was in a state of dread about his deal with Ezra, and it had already been more than ten days. He only had two weeks, and he had no idea why he hadn’t seen Aron at the gym in all that time. You can keep your hair for now. Two more weeks. In two weeks, if you can’t get him like me, then I won’t be so forgiving. That’s what Ezra made him promise. If he couldn’t get Aron to buzz his hair, then he would have to instead. And he can’t tell Ezra no. He just can’t. Especially not now that Ezra has demanded that his own hair needed cut once a week. Even if it had been a few days already, and stubble grows out quickly.

"Uh, yeah, I’d love to. Thought you’d never ask." Aron smiled shyly. He would normally move a lock of dark brown hair from his face, but it was all contained within a backwards ballcap and tucked behind his ears. Anderson always loved that look.

"I told you he would," Ezra mocked with amusement. "Have you ever been to Grande? I’ve always wanted to check it out but have been hesitant." Grande was the only gay bar in town and known as such. This was the test. They didn’t know if Aron was understanding what they were trying to do or not. They just hoped this would work out in their favor.

"Have I?" Aron looked at them in surprise, as if they should know the answer to that question. "I mean, yeah. It’s really the only option for us around here. I’m off at 6."

No way! Anderson was in disbelief. Ezra was right, like always. This was his chance, and not just to save his hair. They both thought Aron was a charming, interesting person, and there was a lot of potential here. Even better, that pale complexion of Aron’s was beginning to blush as he tried to keep his facial expression reserved. He was failing.

"Perfect. We are free all night." Ezra said with a cheeky grin, starting to walk past him and into the gym itself.

"Can’t wait," Aron watched them as they walk past. "Fresh buzz looks good by the way, as usual," he said to Ezra. "You should keep your up to Anderson. You guys look great together."

"Hear that?" Ezra leaned in and whispered it to Anderson, intentionally arousing Aron’s curiosity.

"Stop, I’m wearing gym shorts," Anderson retorted, not wanting a visual demonstration of his arousal to show.

As usual, the boys did their workout as Aron avoided eye contact doing his job, greeting other gym goers and keeping the space maintained. While on the elliptical working on his cardio, Anderson tried to envision how he was going to get Aron to buzz his long hair. That guy obviously has a great style, and he loves it. He had to fast track this plan. As the boys finished and prepared to leave, he nudged Ezra as if to say "just go along with it," and proceeded to chat with Aron.

"Hey, we were talking about it, and we figured it would be a bit more relaxed to have that drink at Ezra’s place instead of Grande. Are you good with that?"

"Sure, I don’t care." Aron’s shoulder muscles showed themselves as he shrugged, his typical go-with-the-flow manner.

"I’ll text you the address," Ezra said as they walked out of the gym. "Smooth," he said as the doors closed behind them. "He is totally into us."

"You have his number already?" Anderson said in surprise.

"Duh, you don’t? We see him every week."

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It was about 7:30 when the knock came to the door. Ezra was already mixing cocktails when Anderson answered, letting Aron in. He had clearly gone home to change his clothes and showered. His hat was gone, and his hair was styled so that his long fringe hovered along each ridge of his brow, rippling in subtle waves over his ears and dancing down the back of his neck to the top notch of his spine. Even his chin strap was perfectly lined up again, and his enticing scent mixed with an alluring cologne. For the first time, Anderson saw him in tight fitting jeans and a dark red zip-up hoodie with an anime t-shirt underneath.

"Hey," that devilish smile came out immediately. "I’m so glad we finally get to hang out. I’ve been wanting to, but I try to keep those professional boundaries, you know?"

"Don’t worry about it," Anderson replied. "You look good in your normal clothes."

They were immediately served a colorful concoction by Ezra, slightly tart, slightly sweet. He wouldn’t tell them what it was, even after a half hour of sitting around with light rock music playing low in the background, and another drink poured.

"Whatever it is, I like it," Aron said with gratitude.

"It’s a secret recipe from my undergrad days. I refused to drink anything I didn’t like. I’m a man of good taste." Aron nodded as if he was unsure as to what Ezra meant by that.

Such conversation kept on as they began to relax with one another and loosen up. Aron sat alone on the loveseat while, Anderson and Ezra kept close together on the larger sofa. Certainly, they did not drink to get drunk, but to enjoy the social atmosphere that they provided for one another. Yet, as alcohol does, tongues were loosened.

"You know," Aron began, "I was really happy when I found out you two were seeing each other. I had no idea about you Ezra."

"Neither did I," he joked, putting back the last sip of his final drink.

"I really was glad," Aron continued. "But I guess a little disappointed too?" Both Anderson and Ezra looked up at him. "Wait, no. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that."

"Nothing to be sorry about," Anderson coyly reassured him.

"No, what I mean is. I like you guys, and that’s it. Nothing weird or anything." Aron was getting embarrassed. He said too much. "Never mind."

"No, it’s ok," Anderson began. "You know, I could kinda tell anyway," he lied, pausing, plotting how to keep the conversation going. "Especially the way you acted after we got our buzzcuts."

"For real?" this embarrassed Aron even more. "I try to be respectful. Again, sorry. But to be honest, I can be a little insecure about my hair, and the way you guys just went for it and rocked it… I wish I had a little bit of what you guys do."

"Are you serious? I didn’t ever pick up that you had confidence issues," Ezra said a bit brazenly, as if the thought were ridiculous.

"I guess we all do, to some degree," Aron was getting bashful.

"Well, you know," Anderson began, "we can help you out with that." He kept his eyes locked with Aron. Ezra didn’t say anything. This was Anderson’s task and his alone.

"You think so?" Aron seemed enticed.

"Let me tell you, it really isn’t easy, but it is really empowering," Anderson believed his own lies in that moment, as he ran his hand over the softened stubble on Ezra’s head to demonstrate what he was getting at.

"Wait? You think I should… cut my hair like you guys?" Aron’s hand went to the back of his head, fingering his wavy locks.

"I promise, you won’t regret it." Aron didn’t answer, his throat drying. He just stared at them for a moment, as Anderson and Ezra enticed him with their suggestive glances.

"Have you ever had it short like this?" Ezra finally cut in.

"Maybe when I was, like, five. I don’t know guys…"

"But didn’t you say you wish you had the confidence?" Anderson now. "Let us help you out."

"I can’t shave my head! No way…"

"Ok, fine," Ezra said. "Could you at least help freshen mine up? See what it’s like? It’s been a few days."

"I mean, that sounds fun," Aron answered skeptically, even as Ezra’s shirt came off, revealing his toned, attractive body.

Anderson rose from the couch while Ezra grabbed the usual chair and walked down the hall into the bathroom. He held out his hand for Aron, who had a bit of anxious excitement contained by the small amount of alcohol in his system, his handsome but crooked smile unable to contain itself. If there was a glimmer in his eye, it was obscured by his hair. He took Anderson’s hand and rose from his seat, walking back into the bathroom together. Ezra was already in the chair. The clippers were on the counter with no guard in sight. The spacious room provided ample maneuverability for all three boys, even as Anderson’s slender body stretched out to take off his shirt revealing his tight abs and shallow pectoral muscles.

"May I?" he asked Aron as his fingers found the zipper of his hoodie. All Aron could do was nod entranced and Anderson slowly lowered the zipper, releasing the hoodie and helping his arms through the sleeves. He delicately curled up the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head, his hair becoming disheveled in the process and falling into his eyes. Anderson used one finger to brush his hair aside, locking in his glance and then moving it over Aron’s pale, muscled, tattooed body. "You ever done this before?"

"Not like this," Aron said it with a nervous laugh.

"Come on boys," Ezra said as he leaned in and took the clippers off the counter, holding them out to Aron.

Aron gently took the clippers from Ezra’s hand and moved in close, looking at the two of them in the mirror, his eyes unable to resist searching out their erotic parts. A twitch in Ezra’s brow told him it was time to get to work. Anderson only felt elation watching these two men like this, in the bathroom, just like something directly out of his fantasies. Aron studied the clippers for a moment looking for the on switch. He had only ever handled beard trimmers. He found it, pushing it up with his thumb with a loud click. The clippers hummed to life in his hand, the exposed metal teeth aggressively moving back and forth, ready to feed. He put a gentle hand on Ezra’s head and moved in to start cutting.

"Hang on," Ezra stopped him. "Missing something."

"Anderson," Aron looked over to him, "Can you come show me?"

Anderson moved in slowly behind Aron, reaching around him, pressing his body against his. He took the hand holding the humming clipper, and moved Aron’s thumb to close the taper, the teeth of the clipper even closer together. Ezra gave a satisfied smile, even as Anderson’s hand found Aron’s hip, and they leaned in together with the clippers against Ezra’s forehead, and pulled them over the top of his head. Anderson helped control the motion and the pressure, small clumps of Ezra’s dark hair falling to his shoulder. It didn’t look like he had much hair until his dark fuzz was replaced with the white strips of pale, stubbly, scalp. Anderson stepped away to watch and let Aron finish the job.

"That’s right," Ezra said in a seductive tone. He loved how the bare blade felt on his head, starting off cool and then getting warmer. He looked sharper, more masculine. And he loved that it drove Anderson crazy.

"This is… fun," Aron admitted reluctantly as he moved to take the hair off of Ezra’s sides. "Ok, it’s hot. Why is this hot?"

As he said it, he stepped around to the front of Ezra, his hand delicately moving over Aron’s stomach in and out of the shallow ridges of his abs. Aron continued to rhythmically run the clippers up the back of his head. It only took a couple of minutes, but Ezra was buzzed again to his scalp. Aron turned, clicked the clippers off, and put them back on the countertop.

"Touch it boys," Ezra said.

For the first time, Aron reached out, his fingers rubbing over the top of Ezra’s head, the raw feeling and the tension making his blood swell. Anderson too joined in to get his favorite feeling in the world: short, sharp, stubble on the top of Ezra’s head.

"Do you like it?" Anderson asked Aron.

"Yeah, I’ve always liked it. I just didn’t know it would be so…"

"So?"

"I don’t know how to say it," Aron retreated to himself again, looking at Anderson, his eyes flashing up to the messy inch of light brown hair on his head. "Are you getting it too?" The question immediately excited Anderson, as he looked to Ezra, who had an indifferent expression on his face as he stood up and brushed the dark hair clumps off of his body.

"Why don’t we start with you?" Anderson answered, taking Aron’s arm, and lowering him to the vacant chair.

"Guys, no, I can’t do this…"

"Is it that you can’t? Or that you don’t want to?" Anderson asked.

"I," Aron paused, looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was long. He hadn’t been happy with it. These guys were so attractive. This was all so energized, and he felt good, but he was so nervous. "It does need cut," he admitted.

"Bad. Needs cut bad." Ezra chimed in.

"I know," he responded with eager frustration. "Ok, can you guys cut it without going that short?"

"I could try," Anderson said, picking up the clippers and stepping behind Aron. "But it might be sloppy from the alcohol. And you said you wish you could do this…"

"I know, I know!" Aron was not comfortable with his own inhibitions. He was competitive and didn’t like backing down from a challenge. "I just need a minute."

"Dude," Ezra stepped up to him, grabbing his chin and pulling his glance to his, leaning in close. "You are sexy, you are powerful, you are handsome, and you can do anything you set your mind to, and you know that." Ezra placed his lips against Aron’s kissing deeply, his hand running up the side of his head and grabbing a fist of his long hair.

He retreated from the kiss, holding on tight to his hair, reaching out for Anderson to hand the clippers to him. He stood over Aron, jerking his head back slightly, peering down into his aroused expression. The other hand powered up the clippers, even as Ezra leaned in and kissed him again.
"Tell me you don’t want me to, and I won’t. Tell me you can’t handle it. Tell me you don’t have the spine." Aron said nothing as Ezra leaned closer, his lips extending to kiss Ezra again. "Say it. Go on."

Aron let out a sigh of stubborn defeat. The clippers in Ezra’s hand, no guard, blade closed, moved to the area of Ezra’s grip. The teeth of the clipper fell first on the hair that Ezra was pulling, pushing through not against his scalp, but against Ezra’s fingers, releasing the huge chunk of long dark hair, severing it from Aron’s head and leaving it in Ezra’s hand. He threw it against his muscular chest, several inches of hair sliding into in his lap. Some stuck to the sweat on his torso, which rose dramatically as his breathing intensified.

Ezra grabbed another chunk of his hair from the same area though there was far less now and did the same thing, liberating Aron from his long hair. The expression on Ezra’s face was the one he assumed when he was taking control of Anderson: the look of a man who knew he was in charge. He handed the clippers back to Anderson, who placed them flush against his Aron’s sideburn. There was little to see after the first swipe, long strands of hair falling in, covering the freshly shorn patch. The second pass did away with that, Aron showing his pale white scalp from sideburn to temple, for the very first time in his life.

"This is what confidence looks like," Ezra said in his commanding tone, stepping back and watching Aron observe himself in the mirror, his eyes going wide as Anderson drove the clippers from the base of his neck all the way over his ear, dumping a large pile of his wavy locks onto his lap again.

Anderson forced Aron’s chin to his chest, looking at the back of his head, a favorite of Anderson’s. Besides the single area he just cut, the strands were still long and flowing. Anderson used his free hand to gently tussle them, running his fingers through. His impulse took over though, and he pressed the clipper to the base of his skull. The long hair that dangled below severed and slid down his back as the clipper ran up all the way near the top of his head. Another few passes connected the exposed scalp on the side of his head with the half shorn back. Anderson took extreme delight in finishing off the back, making sure the 0 guard went as high as possible. The longer hairs from the top of Aron’s head fell to fill the space were grabbed and severed as well.

"Look how nice his head shape is," Ezra commented, as he walked around picking up the hair and putting it in Aron’s lap.

Anderson agreed but said nothing, clippering down over the other ear, and up the other side, sloppily and hastily. He wanted Aron’s fringe. He wanted bad and he wanted it quickly. He reached around the front, gathering the hair up from his face and pulling his head up. Aron watched nervously in the mirror, his mouth opening to protest. Surely they could leave the top a bit longer? He didn’t expect Anderson to move so quickly, the warm blade connecting with the edge of his forehead and moving horizontally across the entire front of his head in a staggered swipe. Anderson continued to hold Aron’s long fringe in his hand, even as it came completely detached from his head.
Aron could not believe what he was seeing. He stared at himself in shock in the mirror, not even noticing how Anderson fingered the hair he was holding as if he had conquered.

As Anderson worked to take the rest of the top off, Aron’s entire face was revealed, ear to ear. His mass of hair was in a huge pile in his lap, on his shoulders, on the floor. When he first saw Anderson and Ezra liked this, he admired them, not because he wanted to look like them, but because he knew there was a part of him that would not empower himself to do so. Now, here he sat, Anderson finishing his severe buzzcut, only going after the small, missed hairs. The truth was, he liked what he saw. His eyebrow piercing looked more defined; his chin strap looked sharper. Ezra was right too, he did have a nice head shape. It was just so pale. He thought his face was pale. It looked to have a tan compared to his newly exposed scalp. The clippers finally powered off, and Anderson took Aron’s hand, and made him feel his own head.

"This… this is incredible."

"Isn’t it?" Ezra said rubbing his own head and smiling at him.

Aron stood up, forgetting the pile of hair on his lap, letting it fall to the floor. He leaned in close looking at himself in the mirror and rubbing his head in amazement. "I feel amazing," he admitted in a sort of whisper to himself. Anderson was surprised to find himself slightly envious. He needed to touch it though, so he moved in behind him to set the clippers down and started to run the back of his head.

He was interrupted by the sound of Ezra turning the shower on.

"Boys? Shall we?"

Aron’s adorable grin smeared itself across his face, all the brighter from his newly exposed face. He and Anderson moved quickly removed their pants and made towards the steaming shower with Ezra. Aron couldn’t help but to take one more look in the mirror at himself in amazement.

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