Growth: Part 9 by Jamiesstories2

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A/N: Y’all pretty much know the drill at this point. I write too much, and then I find myself having to split the chapter in half. This and part 10 are meant to be read as one continuous chapter.

We are, sadly, almost at the end of our time with Alex. After this chapter there will be one more. Thank you all for sticking with Alex (and me) for this long, and I dearly hope you enjoy this chapter and the next as we come to the conclusion of this story.

All kinds of adult content ahead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

This is the continuation of Growth. Please read the previous parts before reading this.

Growth: Part 9

Alex opened the door to the barber shop and ran in from the half-snow, half-rain mix outside. His copper-skinned barber was currently attending to a client, but at the sound of the door opening, he turned. At the sight of Alex, his face lit up in a warm grin.

"Mi amor."

Alex took the opportunity to smile back before Javier returned to his work.

"Hi, love."

With Javier’s greeting, Isaac didn’t need to turn to identify who had just walked through the door.

"Hey Alex!" The long-haired barber quickly called over his shoulder, before returning to his own client.

Alex sat down in the waiting area, without being asked; there was no one else seated. Alex had intentionally come near closing time to make sure he would be the last one in the shop. Well, he and Javier.

Alex watched Javier as he worked. The man in his chair had long hair, longer than Alex’s, and seemed to be tense. Javier did his best to engage the man in conversation, distracting the client from his trim. Alex chuckled to himself watching Javier with the man, Javier had definitely dealt with worse nerves before, of that Alex was sure.

The thought brought Alex back to his first time at the shop, a little more than three years ago now. He remembered being horribly nervous, unable to walk or form a sentence more than two words long. He hadn’t felt that way for years, especially after a particularly special haircut he’d gotten about six months into their relationship, but tonight, he felt fingers of anxiety wrapping their way around the base of his spine, the way they had so many years earlier.

Soon, Javier removed the cape from the man’s neck and quickly patted his shoulder.

"You’re all done," he announced, lips sliding into a small smirk as his eyes flicked over to Alex and then back to the client. Alex felt his heart rate spike at that smirk, Javier had never stopped managing to awe him.

The barber walked his client to the front desk, where the man paid, thanked him, and left. Javier then returned to his post behind the chair, and slowly turned it towards his partner. Alex nodded his head towards Isaac in response, who was still stationed behind Javier, cleaning up a client’s crewcut.

Alex wanted to be alone tonight.

Javier smirked again, with more mischief this time, but cocked an eyebrow with a challenge in his eyes.

"Doesn’t mean you can’t sit," he said, in a voice low enough only Alex could hear.

At that moment, Alex hesitated. Damn his stupid brain, he did and he knew it. Once he sat in that chair, he knew everything was decided, and a part of him wanted to keep things undecided for just a moment longer.

In the moment of pause, Javier’s face morphed from playful challenge to suspicion, and at that change of expression, Alex was sure he was done for. The barber knew something was afoot, and would drag it out of Alex the first chance he got. Alex could do nothing but rise from his seat and place himself in Javier’s chair.

Javier smiled in satisfaction, pinning Alex with his dark gaze. Without warning, Javier buried his right hand deep in Alex’s hair, at the nape of the seated man’s neck, and gripped his locks. Alex jumped at the unexpected touch, but Javier simply continued, pulling him against the back of the chair, just lightly enough that it would not catch Isaac’s attention. Javier leaned down, putting his mouth next to Alex’s left ear.

"When we’re alone, we need to have a little conversation," he whispered, the bass of his voice at a lower volume sent shivers through Alex’s entire body. Okay, he definitely knew something was happening.

Javier released his grasp on Alex’s hair, and Alex let out a small sigh of relief as Javier used the pedal on the back of the chair to raise its height. Alex let himself relax more deeply into the cushions while Javier turned to Isaac and said something in Spanish. Even after three years, Alex knew about five Spanish words, two of them being mi and amor, but he trusted Javier to translate anything particularly important. Isaac simply chuckled in response to whatever Javier had just said, before saying something that made Javier scowl a bit and roll his eyes.

"It might be a second, Isaac is being… Isaac," Javier told Alex.

Alex began to rise from the chair.

"Maybe I’ll just grab some work then, I have a lot of papers to--"

Javier placed a strong hand on Alex’s shoulder and gently, yet firmly pulled him back into the chair.

"I think not, darling."

Alex made eye contact with Javier in the mirror and opened his mouth to protest before deciding against it.

"How was your day?" Javier asked, his sharp tone from just a second ago entirely forgotten.

Alex settled back into the chair for a second time, now resigned to his fate.

"Alright," he replied, "I am, however, being forced to deal with all the drama that always comes around Valentine's Day."

Javier laughed.

"I imagine middle schoolers are entirely reasonable when it comes to Valentine’s Day."

"Oh yes, entirely reasonable," Alex quipped.

"I don’t mean to eavesdrop," Isaac interjected while shaving his patron’s neck with a pair of small clippers, "But I heard you guys talking about Valentine’s Day, do you have any plans?"

Javier flashed Alex a look and the seated man already knew what was coming.

"That’s a great question, Isaac," Javier began, the slightest note of sarcasm tinting his comment, "Alex, do you want to tell Isaac what our Valentine’s Day plans are?"

Alex sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, although he was smiling, as was Javier.

"I’m out of town for a conference," Alex murmured, just loud enough for Isaac to make out.

"Oh, Alex, that is bad," Isaac said, shaking his head.

"Yes it is," Javier further scolded.

"Look, having it be one specific day is so stupid," Alex protested, "I’m just going to make tonight Valentine’s Day if it matters so much."

"I wholeheartedly agree, cariño, but I’m in the mood to be difficult," Javier replied in a playfully annoyed tone of voice.

"Well, I’m in the mood to tell you to f*** off, then," Alex replied, equally coy.

"Watch your mouth, darling," Javier warned, twirling a few strands of Alex’s hair around his finger, "You’re in my chair right now."

That got Alex to shut up.

Isaac laughed as he removed the cape from his client and brought him to the front to pay. After he said goodbye to the man, he returned to his station and began to sweep.

"Clearly I have rubbed salt in some wounds I wasn’t intending to, my apologies," he said.

However Javier didn’t respond, only watched him in annoyance.

"Hey Isaac, remember that thing I said earlier?" Javier asked, stressing each syllable.

"No, could you remind me?" Isaac replied, a smile in his eyes.

Javier simply sighed before very exasperatedly responding in Spanish. The sentence was much too fast for Alex to understand, but he did manage to catch the words "Día de los enamorados" which he could only assume to mean something about Valentine’s Day.

Isaac paused, sighed, and slowly put the broom away.

"Your boyfriend has guilted me out of being an asshole," Isaac explained to Alex, "Just. This. Once." These last words were said much more pointedly towards Javier, who simply smiled in response.

Isaac took his time packing things into his bag, continuing to send pointed glares at Javier as he did so. The minute passed in complete silence, anticipation eating away at Alex’s stomach, but finally, Isaac slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Have a nice evening, Alex," the long-haired barber said before leaving, flipping the sign to closed on his way out.

Javier smiled, but his eyes were filled with mischief.

"So, do you wanna tell me what’s going on right now?"

Alex smiled back and turned bright red, he couldn’t believe how easily Javier read him.

"I-I… don’t want a trim," Alex murmured, "I’m ready for a change."

"A change!" Javier exclaimed with surprise, before controlling himself quickly and returning to his calm self, "I think I can do something for you," he affirmed. There was a smile gracing his lips, but it was not a smirk or a devilish grin, just a simple, kind tilt of the lips.

Javier moved away from the chair and retrieved the broom Isaac had set down, busying himself sweeping the minuscule clippings of his last client’s hair.

"Don’t mind me, I wanna clean up," Javier said as Alex watched him in the mirror, "Why don’t you tell me what you have in mind?"

"Well… that’s the thing…" Alex said slowly, he was quickly getting to the point where he would have to jump off the edge of the cliff towards which he was currently walking, "I don’t really know what I want."

"Hmm," Intoned Javier, still oblivious to where this was going, "You know, a lot of my clients start saying that, but by the end of our conversation it was obvious they knew the whole time," The barber continued to sweep nonchalantly, "Let’s start here: do you have any ideas in regards to how long you’d like your hair to be?"

"The only idea I have is…" Alex paused and took a deep breath, "The only idea I have is that I trust you, so I want you to decide for me."

That stopped the sweeping.

Javier raised his eyes to meet Alex’s in the mirror.

"Come again?"

"I want you to decide for me," Alex said, more confident in the statement now that he’d already declared his intentions, "Any haircut, I don’t care. If you want, you can do your worst, Javier."

At that final sentence, Javier burst into laughter.

"Now for a second there," more laughter, "I thought you were actually serious!"

Alex didn’t laugh along, although he allowed himself a smirk.

"I am."

Javier simply sighed, not laughing anymore.

"My worst…" he lifted the broom and set it next to the mirror, coming behind Alex once again "Alex, tell me, have you even stopped to consider what my worst might possibly be?"

Alex swallowed.

"I- I know full well I could leave this chair with a bald head."

Javier only chuckled.

"Oh, darling, I can do worse than that," he near-whispered, bringing out his full bass range, "I see… a skullet, a flattop with a landing strip, I could even make you look like your balding father before he shaved his head."

At that final suggestion, Javier reached up and buried his hand deep in Alex’s fringe.

"You don’t want my worst," he declared, at a normal volume this time, and removed his hand from Alex’s hair, placing it on the back of the chair.

Alex accepted the challenge in Javier’s eyes, returning with his own.

"I trust you. Whatever you want, I know I’ll want it too."

"Cariño," Javier said, his expression one of legitimate concern, this time, "Are you sure? If I’ve ever made you feel like you have to do this, you don’t. Just because it’s something that I’m--" Javier paused and a blush glowed on his cheeks as he searched for the right word, "...into doesn’t mean I’m never not going to be happy trimming your hair and keeping it long. I just love your hair, I love you, I don’t want to make you do something you’re uncomfortable with. I mean, if you give me permission to do this and I give you a haircut that’s too short or that you don’t like, I don't think I’d ever be able to forgive myself. And por Dios if this is about Valentine’s Day, I hope you know that I honestly, truly don’t f***ing care."

Alex softened at the sight of his boyfriend so agitated.

"Javier, Javier," he repeated to get the man’s attention, "I want to do this," Alex paused for a moment, giving Javier time to process what he’d just said before continuing, "I know that sometimes you get a little scared of yourself, but I’ve been thinking about this for a while, I only chose to say something now because, well…happy Valentine’s Day."

Javier smiled, clearly a bashful expression, at first, but as the barber thought, it morphed into something more excited.

"I can do anything I want?"

"Anything," Alex affirmed.

"And you don’t want me to ask you?"

"I don’t want you to ask me."

"Are you sure?" Javier asked again, but the tone was different this time, low, sultry, coming in close to Alex’s ear. Javier buried his hand in the hair at the nape of Alex’s neck, "You do realize just how much of this precious hair could end up on the floor?"

There he was, Alex marveled, finally, every solitary bit of Javier.

Javier and Alex had talked about the barber’s escapades before the shy brunette had walked into his life, that conversation starting on their third ever date and resuming many, many times after. Alex had heard stories, after much prying and blushing on Javier’s end of things, of his partner keeping the shop open late, servicing clients with less than innocent intentions.

Javier’s disclaimers were not a new thing, in fact, he had always made sure to let Alex know that whatever Alex took pleasure in was enough for him, seemingly ashamed of the side of himself that enjoyed shearing someone down. Javier was dominant with Alex, yes, but Alex had always gotten the keen sense that there was something the man was holding back, something he didn’t want Alex to see, no matter how many times Alex affirmed it was perfectly okay.

However hard Javier worked to hide that side, it still managed to slip its way through the barriers of his mind at times. When Alex teased Javier a bit too much, and the barber threatened to show the him what a real haircut looked like, or when Javier got lost in the heat of the moment, pulling his mane and telling him how pretty he’d look with his hair on the floor, it did things to Alex that he could not name in ways other than flushed cheeks and strained moans.

Yet here was Javier, no holds barred, and Alex smiled at the thought; tonight he would get to know the whole of his partner.

Javier noticed the smile and released his grip on Alex’s mane, although he did not move further from Alex’s ear.

"Excited?" Javier purred, his eyes moving down to Alex’s crotch, against which Alex’s pants were already much too tight, before meeting Alex’s stare in the mirror.

Alex flushed at Javier’s almost direct acknowledgement of his arousal and squirmed in the chair, his thighs pressing together almost against his will.

Javier placed a hand on Alex’s chest, stilling him.

"Ah, ah, ah. You should be excited," Javier reassured, "We’re going to have some fun."

Javier walked to the shelf next to the mirror and retrieved a pair of shears. In the silence of the shop, each step of Javier’s dress shoes clacked against the wood floor.

He walked in front of Alex. Keeping the scissors gripped firmly in one hand, Javier brought his other hand to Alex’s chin, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. After a moment, however, that pensive look became one decidedly more sexual in nature, and Javier smirked. Chuckling before sighing, and letting Alex go.

As Javier returned to his place behind Alex, he smirked, darkly.

"Let’s clean you up a bit, yeah?"

It sounded casual, but underneath the business-like exterior, it was a command.

Alex simply nodded, unable to speak any longer, eyes locked onto the barber standing over him.

Javier took a cape and snapped it in the air, allowing the white fabric to fall around Alex, before tying the thing around his neck.

Javier took a handful of Alex’s hair at the nape of his neck with his left hand, while his right held the scissors.

"I’ve been waiting so long to do this to you," Javier growled, voice thick with his own growing arousal.

With that, Alex felt the shears begin their work. The only sound was of the blades opening and closing, severing each strand of the hair Javier had in his grasp. Alex felt the pull and release on his scalp as the scissors momentarily caught on each lock before cutting through it, and knew that, with each pull, he was now committed to whatever Javier wanted to do, committed to having his hair cut short for the first time since he was eighteen. The thought, after so long, excited him more than it scared him.

After what felt like an eternity, Alex heard the snap of the shears closing shut, and the release of the tension on his head. Alex couldn’t see any difference yet, the cut section being at the nape of his neck, so Javier decided some emphasis was needed. Rather than simply throwing the hair behind him, Javier held the hank of brown hair slightly above Alex’s head, in full view of the mirror, before dropping it into Alex’s lap.

"Bye, bye," he said, with a positively sinful smile.

Alex attempted to control himself, taking a deep breath in and out, but it did little. He so badly wanted to touch himself, he needed to touch himself, but he could not bear the idea of touching himself, in front of a mirror, in such a public place, no less. It felt so… exposing. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles white.

Javier, however, saw him squirm in the chair and had other ideas.

"Touch yourself," He commanded.

"Wh- what?" Alex could only manage to sputter.

"I want you to enjoy this, darling. Now do what I say."

Alex could not. Absolutely not. Definitely not.

"Fine," Javier finally acquiesced, "If you won’t pull your dick out I’ll do it for you."

He walked in front of Alex, placing the shears on a shelf as he did so. With both hands on the armrests of the barber chair, next to Alex’s forearms, Javier lowered himself onto his knees and pushed the cape to the side, the masses of brown hair Javier had just cut falling to the floor as he did so. Alex’s arousal was exposed, and the amount of hair that had just fallen was not doing him any favors. For a moment the slightly sadistic smirk fell from Javier’s face, however, replaced with concern at Alex’s look of fear.

"Is this still okay?"

"Yes, green, f***," Alex panted, much more impatient than he was afraid.

Javier needed no more encouragement, undoing Alex’s belt and button with his hands before placing them on the armrests of the chair. Javier’s mouth came forward then, grabbing Alex’s zipper between his teeth and pulling it down. This action only served to make Alex’s dick grow harder, as it was blessedly no longer strangled in the confines of his pants.

Javier let his lips brush softly against the bulge, still covered in the thin fabric of Alex’s boxer-briefs. Then he kissed Alex’s cock, still lightly, but with a tad more pressure than he’d used a moment earlier. However, as much as he wanted to tease, he was nearly as desperate to see Alex’s cock as Alex was for him to take it out. He gave into the impulse and brought his teeth up to Alex’s elastic waistband, grabbing on and pulling his underwear down to reveal just how hard the seated man was.

"F*** Javier," Alex choked out, gripping tighter onto the arms of the chair.

Was he ashamed at such a direct acknowledgement of his enjoyment? Yes. Was he hard enough to forget shame entirely? Also yes.

Alex watched the reflection of Javier’s back in the mirror, muscles flexing against the white fabric of his shirt as he held himself still with his hands on the armrests of the chair. Those shoulders shifted as Javier moved himself ever so slightly against his support. Alex couldn’t decide whether to keep his eyes on the show in the mirror, or the one happening directly in his lap.

Javier, eyes only for Alex’s cock and unthinking of how he must have appeared, made his last move, running his tongue in an agonizingly slow motion from Alex’s base to his tip, before letting the excess saliva in his mouth drip onto the top of Alex’s arousal. At this motion Alex’s head jerked back involuntarily, a groan escaping from deep in his throat.

This lovely noise was as good of a sign as any that Javier’s job was done, and he rose from his place in front of Alex, walking behind him once again. He only made a momentary stop at his set of drawers to retrieve his shears before he returned to his original position.

Alex could do nothing but turn more and more red as he sat in front of the gaze of a fully-clothed Javier, cock out for the world to see.

"Where- where are you going?" Alex finally managed to whisper in desperation. Wasn’t Javier going to finish the job?

"I didn’t say I was going to get you off, darling. I said I was going to pull your dick out. Now be a good boy and touch yourself for me."

Alex could only whimper in desperation, but something about Javier’s dark gaze said he was not playing around. Besides, there was only so long Alex could last. Alex lifted a shaking hand from the armrest of the chair to take hold of himself. His cock was still warm and wet from Javier’s saliva, and as soon as his fingers so much as grazed his skin, he could not stop from moving his hand up and down.

Javier was pleased, Alex could see it in his eyes.

"Now, we may resume," he announced, twisting his lips in a devilish smirk. As if to emphasize the point, he held up the shears in the mirror and snapped them open and closed on empty air before plunging into Alex’s locks once again, grabbing another handful of hair and beginning to work the scissors through it.

Alex, still, could see very little, the front of his hair covering the damage. All the mirror afforded him was a view of Javier, the muscles in his forearms working to close the shears around the masses of hair he held in hand, and the occasional flash of steel. This time, Javier took the severed chunks and threw them on the floor. They were still, however, very much in Alex’s line of sight.

Javier continued his work, grabbing more handfuls of hair and cutting them with merciless efficiency. The only sound that registered in Alex’s mind was those scissors. The sound of the open and close as his hair was shorn through.

Javier then moved to the other side and continued his work there, grab, cut, grab, cut, grab, cut. Every snip, every movement making Alex feel a little warmer.

The front of both sides of his hair remained uncut, now looking a bit odd without the bulk of the rest of Alex’s hair behind it. This was all on purpose, Alex realized, as he felt the tug of the shears working their way through his hair, frighteningly close to his head. Javier was waiting as long as possible before revealing to Alex just how much hair he had left on his head. The thought only made Alex’s hand move faster, the liquid dripping from the tip of him only making each stroke slicker. Alex felt his leg muscles beginning to clench and unclench as he ran his hand along his dick, reacting to the stimulus of his arousal.

Finally, Javier walked to Alex’s right side, clutching the rest of the hair left there. Alex couldn’t control himself, and started to breathe heavier, practically panting.

Javier noticed the man’s reaction and chuckled darkly.

"Eager to see how much of this mop I’ve chopped off, hmm?"

Alex opened his mouth to reply, but could only whine, shame thoroughly forgotten.

"Slow down that hand of yours," Javier chided, "I know it’s all very exciting, but no one said you could cum yet."

Javier smiled in satisfaction at the effect his words had on Alex. Although his hand did slow down, he only seemed to get harder. Javier attacked the hair he had in his grip, and Alex was given a full view this time of the silver blades closing around his chestnut hair over and over again. He felt a jolt of anxiety combined with a deep sense of excitement as he saw, for the first time, just how close Javier was cutting his hair.

The shears made their way through Alex’s mane and Alex saw the first few cut hairs, small tufts that were uneven and only a few inches long at most. More and more of this close-cropped fur began to appear as the scissors chopped their way through Alex’s waves.

With the final snap, Alex was graced, for the first time, with a full view of the right side of his head. Nothing was even, not that it mattered much; Alex had the sense things were only going to get shorter from here. Some strands looked to be up to almost two inches in length while others could not have been much more than half an inch. Javier ran his fingers through what was left of the right side of Alex’s mane.

"Enjoy this while you have it, darling," he teased, "It’s going to get a lot shorter."

Alex leaned into Javier’s touch as he nearly moaned once again, coming out more like a strained whimper.

"What did I tell you? Slow the f*** down," Javier scolded, more forcefully this time as his eyes returned to Alex’s cock, "If you cum before I tell you to, I’m going to be severely disappointed."

Alex clenched his jaw.

"I-I’m trying," he whispered.

Javier walked to his left side clutching the hair remaining there.

"Try harder."

The scissors slid into place and began to shear through the hair captured in Javier’s grip. Alex breathed sharply as the chopped and uneven hair on the left side of his head came into view. Javier continued to work the shears, angling them down as more hair was cut from Alex’s head, falling into Javier’s fist.

A final snap of the scissors and the hair was thrown to the floor. Alex couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mirror in pure shock; his back and sides were now closely, although not neatly, cut.

Javier’s hand snaked into Alex’s fringe, the top being the only part of his mane left intact. A slow creep of almost forgotten anxiety made its way up Alex’s spine once again, but Alex knew what he wanted, and he was not going to let anxiety steal it from him any longer. His mind could be as anxious as it wanted, the rest of him was not going to let this stop.

Javier grabbed a handful of hair once again, but instead of immediately setting the shears loose, he pulled the hair up above Alex’s head to its full length. He paused, eyes moving between Alex’s face and the locks in front of him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look how long you’ve let this get," he chided, "It’s in need of a good trim."

It was at this point that Alex entirely gave up on staying still. His back arching at the scolding, combined with the feeling of his fingers sliding, achingly slow, up and down his cock.

He could not cum. He would not cum. Javier had not allowed it.

"Glad to see you agree," Javier chuckled, as he reached up with the shears and began to hack through the hair in his merciless grasp. Alex watched as short strands of hair fell back down over his forehead, detached from the rest of their length. The majority of that length, over a foot, Alex was sure, now lay decidedly in Javier’s grip, and after the barber gave Alex a moment to appreciate the sight of his complete and utter dominance, he threw the chocolate tresses aside.

Javier continued to move back from Alex’s fringe, pulling the hair in his grasp up towards the ceiling over and over again with the sole intention of teasing the seated man, before allowing his scissors to cut through the mane. Everything was done with almost business-like efficiency, however, as Javier took his control and ran with it.

As Javier chopped away at the last bits of Alex’s growth, Alex heard him emit a strained exhale. Javier’s lower half was blocked from Alex’s vision by the chair, but Alex assumed the barber was sporting his own bulge right now.

However, suddenly, Alex watched the mask that had left Javier earlier replace itself, as it became clear the barber had left the scene.

"Cariño, I know you don’t want me to ask but--"

Alex didn’t even allow Javier to finish. He could barely speak, never stopping the movement of his hand on his cock, but he wanted to make his choice abundantly clear.

"Y-You’re right, I," Alex had to stop speaking for a moment to pant in arousal, "I don’t want you t-to ask."

Alex watched the mask slip slightly again as Javier allowed the smallest of smirks to twitch at his lips, and Alex resolved he was going to break that barrier down in the barber or die trying. The smirk was just that, however, a small crack, and Javier’s look of concern remained. He walked over to the set of drawers by the mirror, specifically the hooks attached to the side.

"I know, I know," Javier said, anxiously, "But- Even when it comes to this?" He asked then, grabbing a pair of clippers and holding them up.

Oh f***.

Alex had known, or at least guessed, it was going to come to that f***ing machine sooner or later, but he had hoped that by the time they got here, Javier wouldn’t ask. He knew, however, what he had already decided months ago: when he said don’t ask, he meant it. That didn’t mean, though, he was prepared to say anything of the sort out loud.

It didn’t help that even the sight of those things. The delectably sharp silver blades, shining in Javier’s hand, did nothing but make him so, so much harder. Javier had still not told him he could cum, but he didn’t know how much longer he was going to last if the clippers were out and in use.

He knew now, however, that the only way this was going to happen was if he said what he wanted out loud, no matter how afraid or aroused he was. And he knew, whatever else remained, that he wanted this to happen.

Alex’s chest rose and fell shakily with the exertion of it all.

"E-Even with those," He finally managed to whisper.

That mask slipped a little more.

"Are you sure?"

Goddamnit what could Alex possibly say? He wanted-- no, needed Javier to know that clippers, razors, and whatever insane tools he had in his collection were fair game, for more reasons than one.

"Y-Yes I’m sure," Alex groaned, "And d-don’t ask me again I won’t be able to…"

The sentence devolved into panting, but Javier understood.

Alex watched and that damn mask finally dropped. It shattered. Alex could almost see its pieces strewn across the floor. Now, the expression that graced Javier’s face was more sinful than ever.

"Then I can’t wait to clip you down," Javier nearly growled.

Alex watched his barber’s every movement, and felt himself get even closer to climax than he knew was possible without just giving in. Squirming was no longer what he was doing in the damn chair, he was practically seizing, hips bucking, legs spasming, and hands shaking. Javier took the clippers he held in his hand and attached a guard to them, Alex couldn’t tell which number, but whatever it was, it certainly didn’t look long. His hand slowed to a stop, afraid of what might happen if he continued, but as Javier turned back around and saw the lack of movement, his eyes darkened. He would not accept such disobedience.

"Did I tell you to stop?" He asked, scolding.

"Javier, please, I-" Alex begged.

"You’re what, darling? Close? Does it look like I care?"

"I- I’ll cum, please."

"You can cum when my clippers touch your head. Deal?"

Alex knew that this was not a question, but a command. Tears of ecstasy filled the corners of his eyes as he placed his hand back on his cock.

"D-D-Deal," He whimpered.

Javier smirked in approval and stepped behind Alex, using clips to restrain the hair on the top of Alex’s head, which left the sides and back clear for shearing. He then held the clippers up next to Alex’s right ear and turned them on with a snap. Alex jumped at the snap and just as suddenly melted at the ravenous purr of the machine next to his ear. At the anticipation of the blades running along his head, Alex’s hand sped up, but Javier wasn’t going to make it so easy.

Just as soon as the machine was on, Javier turned the clippers off, allowing silence to take over the shop. Alex was far beyond the capacity to string an entire sentence together, and only whimpered at the lost promise of pleasure. Javier leaned in and placed his lips directly against Alex’s ear.

"Oh, darling, did you think I was just going to be nice?" He purred, before chuckling.

The tingly sensation those bass notes sent down Alex’s spine did nothing but bring him closer, closer, close. Everything was rigid, and only his hips were left to jerk at the teasing comment.

Javier laughed once again, slowly standing up from Alex’s ear and replacing his lips with the clippers. He snapped the machine on once again, and the hum of those electric blades so close to his head nearly provided more stimulation than Alex could handle. A whine escaped Alex’s lips, dragged out across three panting breaths.

Javier was clearly entertained by Alex’s visceral reactions to his teasing, but knew there was a true, biological limit to how much longer Alex could control himself, and the seated man was fast approaching said limit.

Javier pushed Alex’s head down.

"Just think about how good they’ll feel along your scalp," The barber supplied.

But before Alex had time to fantasize, he was confronted with the real thing, as Javier pushed the clippers up the nape of his neck, using the comb he held in his other hand to stop the purring machine near the top of Alex’s occipital ridge.

Alex lost his composure at that moment. The climax he’d been holding back for the last, painful, ten minutes, was finally allowed to arrive, although Alex had the distinct sense that even if he’d not had permission, the sensation of Javier’s clippers on his head would’ve broken him no matter what. That crunching sound of his hair being shorn away, the vibrations of the machine being pressed into his skull, it was better than any fantasy he’d created for himself, so much better than almost ten years of dreaming, so, so much better than it all.

He felt his own body arch, tightening beyond even what he thought was possible, back and hips lifting off the chair, before blessed relief came. His eyes squeezed shut all on their own, but behind his eyelids he saw stars, he barely processed the tears running down his cheeks as the waves of stimulation ran through him. Everything was numb, legs, arms, face, everything but his cock.

Javier laid one hand on Alex’s shoulder, letting the other slide through his lover’s legs to supplement the continuation of the orgasm once Alex lost the ability to control his own hand. English was out of the question, but noise was not, and Alex heard himself, almost as if he was listening from far away, groan loudly at the sensation of those hands he knew so well running along his most sensitive organ. Alex’s cock was slick from his own cum, and Javier took advantage of the natural lubricant, allowing his hand to slide easily up and down, always adding an additional second to caress the tip before running his hand back down.

Alex could only whimper as he rode through waves of euphoria, helped by Javier’s wicked hand. His whole body shook, every muscle under no will but that of Javier’s. However eventually, despite even Javier’s hand, his muscles started to lose their tension, going limp after their extended exertion. Javier sensed Alex was done and ran the hand that was perched on Alex’s shoulder down to the man’s chest, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"Sit back for a moment mi amor," Javier instructed as his hands left his seated lover, "I’ll help clean up before we continue."

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