Gavin Toys With a Longhair Enthusiast P2 by Whittaker

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Author's note: This story can be read as a standalone if you want however Part 1 complements it and helps set up the relationship between the two main characters.

Gavin Toys with a Longhair Enthusiast Part 2

It was an unremarkable Tuesday that found Miles lying in bed enjoying a book on his e-reader as his fiancé Gavin combed out his long hair in front of their vanity. He had just come home from a long shift at the hospital, and was standing in only his boxer-briefs, his scrubs bunched up into a pile in the corner of the room.

Gavin had a spectacular head of heavy and straight blonde hair that he had kept long for most of his life. At one point, it had gotten so long that it almost reached his knees, but Gavin had become overwhelmed by the maintenance of it and coaxed a reluctant Miles into cutting it back to waist length. Gavin smiled to himself at the memory of that night; at making Miles, who was obsessed with Gavin’s extravagant mane, squirm as he joked about cutting it shorter.

It was hard to believe that it had been more than three years since that night. Gavin had originally had the idea to cut his long hair to around shoulder length, but he’d backed off when he saw how nervous Miles was about cutting any of it at all. Miles had been really understanding, he had even offered to cut it again in a week or two, once he worked up the courage and got used to Gavin’s new waist length hair.

Well, time had gotten away from them. Miles was too nervous to ever bring it up again, and Gavin decided that he didn’t really care all that much. The drop in maintenance requirements and the ease of doing nice hairstyles, when going from thigh to waist length, was substantial. Gavin decided that maybe that feeling of needing shoulder length hair to get a break from all the trappings of long hair, had been an overreaction. Three years later however, and Gavin found that worm of curiosity wriggling around in his brain again.

Gavin pulled all his hair over one shoulder and continued smoothing it out with his comb. He hadn’t cut it at all since that last haircut with Miles, so the ends were looking a little ragged, and were rapidly approaching the tops of his thighs again.

Miles appeared behind him and wrapped his arms around Gavin’s waist, resting his chin on Gavin’s shoulder. He kissed him softy behind the ear. Gavin relaxed into his embrace and let Miles pull the comb from his hand. He ran his hands through Gavin’s hair, smoothing it down his back with the comb before he began making a long single French braid down the middle of his head.

"You know I was just about to hop in the shower, right?" Gavin quipped.

"Yeah I know, I just couldn’t resist", Miles finished the French braid and then immediately began separating the strands again. When it was undone, he twirled the full mass of hair into a thick rope and gave a gentle tug, causing Gavin to bite his lip and smile at him.

Gavin steeled his nerves. "I’m probably about to ruin the moment here, but I think I’m ready to cut my hair again." He couldn’t stop his smile at seeing the immediate blush that coloured Miles’ cheeks at those words.

Miles rubbed a hand sheepishly through his own short hairs at the back of his neck.
"Okay" â€" his voice cracked and his blushed deepened. "Oh my god I am literally the worst at this" He covered his face with his hands.

Gavin burst out laughing. "Really?", he asked, "Three years wasn’t enough time for you to prepare yourself for this moment?"

"Apparently not", Miles rolled his eyes at the absurdity of his own reaction. He wondered if his obsession with his fiancé’s hair was maybe just a little bit unhealthy. He ran his fingers through the silky mane a few more times before asking "So, when you say ‘ready to cut your hair again’, do you mean a little of a cut or a lot of a cut?" he pre-emptively bit the inside of his cheek in a effort to control whatever sort of facial expression he was going to want to make.

"I mean like, trying out the whole shoulder-length thing for real this time."

Miles let out a big, nervous exhale. "Okay. And you want me to do it?"

"Of course!"

Miles made a nervous sound in the back of his throat. "Okay listen, I know I said, however long ago, that I would prepare myself to do that, but what actually happened is I just freaked out about it internally for months until it seemed like you maybe weren’t going to remind me to do it."

Gavin laughed good naturedly. "Honestly I expected nothing less."

"Well, that’s a relief." Miles joined his laughter.

"We don’t have to do it now. Maybe we could do it this weekend and make it like, ‘A Thing’."

"What kind of ‘A Thing’?"

"I dunno exactly, but maybe like a kinky thing, or a roleplay kind of thing?"

"I mean, it’s already going to be a kinky thing for me, but what can I do to make the experience more exciting for you?" Miles brushed Gavin’s hair off his neck and around his shoulder.

"Maybe we could pretend that it’s a bit of a forced thing, add a bit of bondage? Maybe make it like an abduction scenario or something like that?"

"Sure! I’m open to that. If we’re gonna do something like that though, can you pick an exact finished hairstyle that you want so that I have time to make sure I know exactly how to cut it? Also we need a safeword"

Gavin smiled. "I’ll find some photos of what I’m thinking of. I have some ideas, but I want you to make the final decision." He offered.

"Perfect" Miles kissed Gavin's cheek. "Now go shower, you smell like the hospital."

"You suck", Gavin shoved his fiance off of him playfully and wandered to their washroom.

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Gavin woke up Saturday morning of ‘The Day’ with butterflies in his stomach. Miles was still asleep when he dressed and combed his long hair for what he presumed would be the last time. He wove it into a long, thick braid. ‘Probably won’t be able to do that for a while’, he mused.

He stepped out to pick up a couple coffees from their local shop. Black for him, 2 sugars for Miles. While he was waiting, his phone buzzed.

-- the safe word is Lunchbox -- read the message from Miles

-- what on earth kind of a safe word is that? -- Gavin mocked

-- a perfectly acceptable one! They're supposed to be weird, the whole point is that they pull you out of the moment --

-- alright if you say so :P --

Gavin picked up their coffees and left the shop. On his way home, he came face to face with Miles on the pavement. He had a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Thought you could get away from me, did you?" he smirked.

"Do I know you?" Gavin feigned nonchalance.

"I don’t believe so, but I promise that you want to get to know me."

"An awfully confident statement coming from a random stranger."

Miles smirked again. "May I carry your things for you?" he offered.

"I suppose a king such as myself deserves a mule for my belongings."

Mike's whistled low in his throat. His bright but hardened gaze seemed to say 'I can't believe the audacity of this cocky man, I can't wait to try and knock it out of him'.

Gavin handed Miles his bag and the cardboard tray containing their coffees. Miles put them all in one hand and then before Gavin could react, yanked him forcefully around the waist and tossed him over his shoulder.

Gavin yelped.

"Behave." Miles admonished.

"Where are you taking me?" Gavin pretended to make his voice quiver.

"That’s none of your concern."

"Please don’t hurt me"

"Only if you want me to hurt you, baby." A shiver went down Gavin’s spine.

Miles carried him all the way into their house and down the stairs into their basement living room, where he set Gavin down and allowed him to look around, keeping a hand firmly on the back of his neck the whole time, pinning Gavin's braid in place.

The lights were on and the curtains were drawn shut. A fire was crackling in the woodstove. Their couches were pushed further towards the walls than usual, and a barber's chair of polished red leather and gleaming chrome stood proud in the centre of the room. A display of tools sat on a stainless steel table beside the chair. Brushes, combs, scissors; but also shaving foam, straight razors, pomade, and a huge, terrifying set of Oster Clippers, were lined up in a row.

Gavin's eyes widened upon seeing everything.

"What's all this for?" He dared to ask.

"Oh this?" Miles feigned ignorance. "It's nothing, just a little side hobby of mine. Why don't you take a seat?"

"In the side hobby?"

"Where else?" Miles smirked as he watched Gavin genuinely struggle with his fear of the barber's chair. The man reflexively reached to stroke his braid over his shoulder but Miles refused to let go of the base of it, so all Gavin could do was fumble for the tip.

Gavin dragged his feet to the chair and climbed up. It was set way too high and he felt like a little kid as he crawled into position. His heart was racing. He had never been put in a position where he was forced into a barber's chair before. But he'd had friends growing up who had been humiliated by family members and barbers alike by being forced to get haircuts they didn't want. Miles was just joking, right?

Miles extricated the end of Gavin's braid from his hand and made it drape over the back of the chair.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy or am I going to have to tie you down?"

"I'll be good." Gavin squeaked out meekly, his cheeks colouring pink.

"I thought you might say that." Miles pulled on the end of Gavin's braid, forcing him to look up at the ceiling. Miles loomed over him. "Do you promise?" He tugged sharper.

"Mhm" Gavin mumbled.

"That doesn't sound very convincing." Miles tugged harder.

"You're hurting me." Gavin whimpered.

"Oh s**t, sorry babe" Miles released pressure on the braid.

"Naughty Miles, I didn't use the safe word!" Gavin smirked.

"Oops, sorry I'm not very good at this." Miles cleared his throat and resumed pressure on Gavin's braid.

"That doesn't sound very convincing" he repeated.

"I swear! I swear I'll be good! Please!"

"I don't know... I think you'll have to earn my trust. Sit very still now."

Gavin nodded and sat ramrod straight in the barber's chair. Miles depressed the release lever beside the pedal and brought the chair down to his preferred height. He caressed the length of Gavin's braid and unwound the tie at the tip. Gavin was biting his lips closed with the effort of not moving a muscle as Miles slowly, agonizingly, separated each twist of the strands.

Miles split his hair into two sections and draped one over each shoulder, letting the ends pool in Gavin's lap. He stepped over to the table of tools and Gavin was unable to control a small fearful noise as Miles grabbed the cordless Osters and flicked them on. In Gavin's mind, they sounded like a chainsaw.

As Miles turned and approached him with the Osters, Gavin made what he felt was desperate eye contact with Miles, searching for any confirmation that his fiance was joking. He kept perfectly still.

Miles reached out a hand to tuck Gavin's hair behind an ear. Gavin squeezed his eyes shut as the clippers got closer and louder. They paused right in front of his ear, humming against the skin of his temple.

Gavin finally lost control of his restraint. "Please don't" he whispered.

"I can do whatever I want", Miles replied

"Do you want to shave my head?" He asked. "Do you ever fantasize about it?"

"Sometimes", Miles admitted. "But I'd never do it." He shut off the clippers. "Did you think I was going to?"

"Honestly for a moment there I wasn't sure."

"I'm sorry" Miles said

"No, don't be, I didn't use the safe word remember?"

"Fair enough. Does it scare you that I've fantasized about it before?"

Gavin pondered. "Maybe a little bit, but I still trust you."

"Big mistake" Miles flicked the clippers back on and thrust them at Gavin, causing the man to screech and jump out of the chair. Miles laughed, "Gotcha!" He gloated.

"You dick!" Gavin crossed his arms and pouted. His huge mane of hair blanketed his entire upper body. Strands of it fell into his face.

"Get back in the chair, prisoner" Miles stroked his hand over the supple leather of the back. Gavin obliged, but made sure to stomp over and make his feelings well known. He gathered his hair over one shoulder and stroked it protectively.

"You've lost your privileges due to your disobedience, I'm going to have to tie you up."

Gavin slapped his hands onto the armrests and rolled his eyes as Miles took some cord and secured him in place. "Ow! That's too tight!"

"Whoops, sorry babe" Miles adjusted his knots.

"I didn't use the safe word!"

"Crap, I keep forgetting!" Miles laughed as he retightened them.

He pulled all of Gavin's hair back behind him and smoothed it out again.

"This is very pretty." He said.

"T-thank you." Gavin mumbled

"But it's looking a little tired at the ends. It's there no one at home who takes care of it for you?"

"No, there's nobody, just me."

"You don't have a man in your life?"

"I'm single."

"Tsk tsk tsk" Miles clicked his tongue. "What a shame, someone as beautiful as yourself, all alone." He grabbed a comb and detangled the blond tresses until they hung long and straight.

He reached for the scissors.

"You're gonna cut my hair? I thought you just said it was pretty."

"I said it was looking a little tired. Don't worry, it's just a trim, it'll make it look even better."

Gavin squirmed in his seat.

Miles made a long stroke with the comb, stretching the strands all the way to their ends, before cutting off a few inches from the bottom. They fluttered to the floor.
He repeated the process a few more times, carving out a fresh blunt hemline that cupped Gavin's rear.

He came around to Gavin's front and pulled the hair over his shoulders, measuring the lengths for symmetry. Gavin tried to look down but Miles caught his chin with a finger.

"Ah, ah, ah" he admonished.

Gavin blushed.

Miles started to comb and section Gavin's hair for a braided style.

"Your hair is so lovely now. Absolutely perfect." He wove the strands together into a crown, and then unwove them again. "I'm going to take care of it from now on, make sure it looks beautiful every day." He sectioned Gavin's hair again a created a half-up twist which he spun into a bun. "I'm going to make you mine."

Miles' phone went off in his pocket.

He brought it to his ear.

"Hello?...... Oh hey......... Uhuh.......really?...... No I hadn't heard.......I don't recognize it..... Uhuh....... Yeah....... Okay........ Yeah you should send it to me...... Cool thanks........ Okay bye."

He left the basement, leaving Gavin alone and bound.

"What was that?" Gavin asked, craning his neck "Don't forget about me!" He joked.

Miles returned quickly with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Is there someone out there looking for you?" Miles asked.

"What? No."

"Why are you lying to me?!"

"I’m not! I swear! Nobody is looking for me. There’s nobody who would notice me missing."

"Well then how do you explain this." Miles held out a ‘missing’ poster with Gavin’s picture on it.

MISSING, it said. Gavin Churchill (né Firth), Male 32 years old. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, 180cm, 75kg. Last seen at a coffee shop on Brennich Street South the morning of March 7th. Reward for any information pertaining to his whereabouts.

"I can’t explain it, I don’t know who could’ve made that."

"It says here that you are married. But you told me that you were single."

"I am, that’s the truth, please believe me. That poster is a lie!"

"You’ve broken my trust again, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Anything, I’ll do anything!"

"Would you run away with me?"

"Of course, anywhere you want to go."

"I want to go to Barbados."

"Running away to Barbados would be a dream come true."Gavin meant every word.

"This poster is everywhere, you might be recognized."

"I'll wear a disguise, whatever you want."

"Will you transform yourself completely?"

"Yes, absolutely. I’ll be whoever you want me to be."

Miles put his mouth right to Gavin’s ear. He tangled his hands into the man’s thick hair and pulled to expose his throat. "Good" he growled.

Gavin gulped.

Miles smoothed out Gavin’s hair down his back. He pulled a hair tie from his wrist and tightly bound the thick mass of hair. He shimmied the hair tie down to sit at Gavin’s shoulder blades. He had never seen his fiancé with hair this short before.
He was freaking out, looking at where that hair tie stopped.

"You’re cutting my hair?" Gavin was great at making his voice tremble. "But I thought you loved it?"

Miles eyebrows furrowed. "You’ve left me with no choice."

"Please don’t punish me like this" Gavin begged. "I'll dye it, or wear it under a hat or something, or dress in drag; anything but this."

"This is as much a punishment for me as it is for you." Miles replied. Stroking his hands lovingly down the long tail for the last time.

All this build up for that first cut. Miles was trembling with nerves and anticipation. The room fell silent except for Gavin’s shallow breathing. He gripped the ponytail firmly and tugged, he brought his lips to graze the shell of Gavin’s ear. "I can’t risk you being recognized" He whispered. "Nobody is ever going to come and take you away from me. You’re mine." He pulled harder on the tail, causing Gavin’s neck to arch back and a small gasp to escape his lips.

"Wait" He pleaded, opening his eyes and making eye contact with Miles.

Miles just smiled at him and pulled harder, causing Gavin to gasp again. He plunged the open scissors into the base of the ponytail.

"No please, wait, stop!" Gavin said in a panicked voice.

Miles closed the scissors on the hair, making a thick heavy crunch.

"F***. Miles! Really, I mean it, stop! F***, um ---- sandwich? Please I’m being serious. I forgot the safeword."

Miles quickly let go of Gavin’s ponytail and pulled the scissors out. His eyes widened in utter panic. "You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking."

Gavin’s breathing was quickened, he shook is head but couldn’t get the words out.

Miles dropped the scissors and dropped to his knees to untie his fiancé, who was starting to panic. His hands fumbled over the knots until he gave up and cut through the rope binding him instead.

Gavin jumped to his feet, hand clasped over his mouth and eyes wide at Miles. Miles watched Gavin’s eyes glaze over as the blood rushed to his head from standing up too quickly. Gavin stumbled and Miles caught him as he fought to avoid passing out. He helped him into a seated position.

"I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry." Miled whispered to Gavin as the fogginess in his head cleared.

"How bad is it?" Gavin asked.

Miles carefully inspected the ponytail, it was pretty bad, he should’ve cut the underside first, instead of going straight for the top. "It’ll be okay." He lied. "We can fix it."

"Sorry for ruining the moment." Gavin grumbled.

"No, never." Miles reassured him. "Let’s go upstairs."

Gavin nodded and stood. His shoulders were tense. He grabbed the end of his ponytail and gazed at it wistfully.

When they made it upstairs, Gavin reluctantly went to their bedroom mirror to inspect the damage. He gasped when he saw the big chunk cut out of the top of his ponytail. "Miles!" he yelled. "This doesn’t look like an ‘it’ll be okay’ kind of situation!"

"I will make it be okay." Miles stated firmly, if unrealistically. "I will get you hair extensions, we will find a way to hide or blend it. It will be fine." He placed a chair in front of their mirror. "Sit." Gavin obeyed.

Miles carefully snipped the hair tie off of Gavin’s ponytail. Gripping the thick rope of hair, he carefully separated the severed strands from the rest of the tail.
Oh god, it was so much more than he feared.

He tried to hide the severed hair from view as he turned to temporarily set in on their bed, but Gavin wouldn’t stand for that.

"Show it to me." He demanded.

Miles winced as he turned to show Gavin his handful of the man’s gorgeous, severed locks.

"Oh my god!" Gavin shrieked. "There is no way this is going to be okay." He leaned forward and finger combed his hair now that it was free of the ponytail. There was a glaringly obvious chunk of blunt cut hair falling at collar bone length. The missing section made up roughly a quarter of his hair’s total thickness. "There is no blending this."

Miles ran his fingers through Gavin’s hair, trying to ruffle the varying lengths together. He knew that Gavin was right, but he was terrified to admit it. He pulled out his phone and began googling.

"I’m finding us a professional. Somebody who can make you some extensions." He explained. He quickly found a local salon certified to install extensions. He scrolled through their social media to make sure that their work looked good, then pressed their phone number and brought the phone to his ear.

"Oh my god, no stop!" Gavin pulled the phone out of Miles’ hand and quickly hung up. "This is so embarrassing. I can’t seriously go to a salon looking like this. What am I going to say to them!? Plus, even if they can fix this--- that’ll only temporarily solve the problem for a couple months at most. I’ll have to keep getting them redone all the time. It’ll be so expensive, and we’re saving for our wedding right n ---" Gavin’s eyes widened in panic again. "Oh my god, I’m going to have to have short hair at our wedding, aren’t I? I’m not even going to look like myself in our wedding photos!" his eyes started to tear up.

"I will pay whatever needs to be paid. Seriously, I mean it. I will uninvite my entire half of our wedding guests if that’s what we need to do to make it work."

The ridiculousness of that statement pulled Gavin out of his panic about wedding photos and caused him to genuinely laugh.

Seeing Gavin laugh allowed Miles to relax ever so slightly, but his heart was still racing with the horror and regret of what he had done to his soon-to-be-husband.

Gavin stopped laughing and took a few calming breaths. "No." he said firmly. "I’m making the final decision. We’re cutting it the rest of the way."

"Hnnng." Miles agonized.

"Can I see which style you picked for me?"

"Fine, yeah, okay." Miles pulled up the photo on his phone. He had picked what he had referred to as the ‘intermediate’ cut. Roughly collarbone length with gentle layering and face framing. Not as blunt and modern as the first option that Gavin had given him, but also not as long and dramatic as the third option, which had a more pronounced V-shape to the overall cut, and heavier layers.

"Okay good, that was my favourite one."

"Whew, well that’s fortunate, cause I don’t think I could’ve managed the other ones at this stage."

"Okay" Gavin, slapped some nervous energy out on his knees a couple times. "Get it done!" he commanded.

"Uhg I hate this! I’m so f***ing sorry babe." Miles grumbled, before grabbing the mangled remains of Gavin’s hair and securing it back into a ponytail. He pulled out his scissors and crunched through it. Apologizing the whole way through.

When the hair was severed, Gavin shook his head, flicking a dramatic halo of light and fluffy hair all around him. "Holy crap this sensation is insane." He marveled, running both hands through it, pulling it up into a short ponytail and letting it go again, fluffing it over his face. "I have basically no hair left, oh my god." He gulped, but he honestly didn’t seem all that upset, to Miles’ relief.

Miles misted him down with some water and began sectioning his hair for the proper cut. As he trimmed everything into shape, he left it all a little bit longer than the photo, preserving as much length as was possible given the situation surrounding the devastating initial ponytail massacre.

When he was done, Gavin looked beautiful. Different but beautiful. Less like a hippy, less feminine than he normally chose to look. More like a movie star, more like some handsome man that you might find wearing a billowing white shirt and tight pants and riding a horse down the beach.

Miles blow-dried him to perfection, then tried his best to brush all the loose strands from his shoulders.

Gavin admired himself in the mirror and shook his head a few more times experimentally. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile and he looked at Miles glowering over his work, his brows furrowed.

"Do you think I look like I’m trying too hard to perform masculinity with this hair?" he asked Miles.

Miles quirked his head to the side. "No, I don’t think so."

"That’s good." He felt the ends a few more times. "Miles?" he asked, pulling his fiancé out of his distracted state.

"Hmm?" Miles acknowledged him.

"Lunchbox." He said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Miles’ mouth dropped. "Are you serious right now."

Gavin clutched his side as he was wracked with peals of laughter. "Yes. And I love the hair. It’s perfect."

"You were seriously f***ing with me this entire time!!?"

Gavin nodded through tears of laughter.

"You insufferable asshole!" Miles yelled, but it was dampened by the laughter and the huge, relieved expression on his face. "Why do you torture me like this!!

"I’m sorry I can’t help it, it’s just so easy!"

"You’re cut off â€" I’m never cutting your hair for you again, ever!"

"Never? Uh oh, I guess I’ll have to do it myself next time. I might mess up, and have to keep cutting it shorter, and shorter, and---- eeeep!" Miles grabbed Gavin out of the chair and tossed him over his shoulder. He slammed him down on the bed and made a show of pretending to smother him with a pillow while Gavin flailed under him.

"Stop!" Gavin giggled. "You’re messing up my blowout!"

"Good! You don’t deserve a pretty blowout right now. You deserve to look like a drowned rat!"

"Luchbox! Lunchbox!"

"No lunchbox for you! You’ve desecrated the sanctity of the safe word." Miles stopped playfully attacking his fiancé and let him sit up on the bed. His hair was a mess of tangles and static electricity.

"In my defense it was a really stupid safe word." Gavin turned to look at himself in the mirror and burst out laughing again. "I should go to work like this." He joked. "My colleagues would actually think that I was abducted and given a forced haircut if I showed up like this."

"You didn't give them a heads up? Are your work wives gonna cry over the loss of your hair on Monday?"

"Maybe!" Gavin chuckled and fluffed his new hair around some more. "Are you thinking about crying over it?"

"I was really having to fight it for a moment there. You scared the s**t out of me. I thought for sure this whole thing was about to be grounds for divorce."

"No, I would never. Even if you had shaved my head."

Miles' expression flattened in horror. "Don't even say it." He threatened.

"But you've thought about it!" Gavin teased.

"Nope, we don't even joke about this!"

"Hey Miles! What if I told you that I kinda, maybe, definitely, wanted you to shave my head. Would you do it?" Gavin snickered as Miles turned a deeper and deeper shade of red.

"Absolutely not. Not in a week, not in a month, not in three years."

"Not even to prevent me from doing it and messing it up?"

"You're not doing anything of the sort. I'm giving away the Osters." Miles' voice cracked.

Gavin cackled. "And what are you gonna do the next time you want to cut your own hair?" He asked.

"You've backed me into a corner." Miles shrugged. "Looks like neither of us are ever cutting our hair again."

Gavin doubled over with laughter. "Tormenting you is the best! I can't wait to do this again!" He skipped out of their bedroom, short hair swishing playfully from side to side with each step.

"We're never doing this again!!!" Miles yelled at him.

"We'll see about that." Gavin turned at the doorway and winked, before sauntering off.

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