Growth: Part 10 by Jamiesstories2

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A/N: Continuation of part 9.

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

Growth: Part 10

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

Alex was happy to simply sit, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to move if he wanted to. He barely registered Javier’s directions, only regaining comprehension of the English language slowly, after a few moments of breath. Alex heard the sound of a sink running, but could not manage to turn his head, which suddenly seemed to weigh a million pounds, to look over to what Javier was doing.

Eventually, Javier returned, holding a steaming towel in one hand. The barber allowed the towel to cool first, and once it was warm rather than burning hot, he came back to Alex’s lap and helped cleanse his partner. Alex enjoyed the sensation of warmth across the area, and it helped him to relax even further. Under different conditions, he might have been embarrassed, but his brain was too scrambled to care. By the time Javier was finished with him, Alex was practically asleep, and Javier couldn’t help but chuckle at the state of pure exhaustion and euphoria his partner sat in.

Javier made a move then to continue the haircut that was far, far from done, moving the cape so it covered Alex’s lap once again and standing back behind the seated man.

"At least you made it to the clippers," Javier murmured playfully in Alex’s ear, and Alex chuckled weakly in response.

When Alex felt Javier’s hand against the back of his head, he allowed his chin to be gently guided down towards his chest once again. His perception of reality had returned slightly, but his stamina was still very much spent.

Javier turned the clippers on, with a snap that Alex no longer had the energy to jump at, and ran them up the back of his head once again, using his comb to ensure the clipped sides blended neatly into the longer hair at the very top of Alex’s head. The barber moved slowly, taking his time shearing Alex, allowing the seated man to enjoy the vibrations against his skull and the sound of his hair being cropped, short and neat. Alex, eyes directed downwards, watched as small clippings of his chestnut hair slowly peppered the white cape. He let the almost massage-like quality of the clippers overtake him, the rhythm slowly pulsing through his recovering body.

Even outside of the overtly sexual context, this was nothing like his dad’s shearings, Alex decided. It was dominant, yes, but the kind of dominance that was done with Alex’s consent. The kind of dominance that was born from the desire to make Alex happy. The kind of dominance that was made of nothing but pure, unadulterated love.

Javier put a hand under Alex’s chin, gently raising his bowed head.

"Don’t close your eyes," Javier instructed, softly "I want you to watch while I shave you."

Alex complied without protest, watching as Javier brought the clippers up and over in an arch from behind his right ear, and then shaved upwards from the sideburn, removing the bulk up to Alex’s temple; observing those chunks of his hair fall, leaving a tidy pelt behind.

Alex could now see the length of the bristles that were left behind, and he guessed Javier had a number two guard on the clippers. Somehow, it didn’t feel nearly as short as it had when he was a kid.

Javier moved to Alex’s other side, performing the same two-step action to remove the remainder of Alex’s unkempt thatch.

Alex was now left with neatly clipped sides and a long, messy, top. However, instead of unclipping the top as Alex expected Javier to do, the barber simply turned off the clippers, removed the guard, and snapped them back on again.

Alex’s face must’ve shown some expression of shock because Javier smirked.

"Did you really think I was done, darling?"

That brought Alex back from his trance. What business could Javier possibly have with a guardless clipper and Alex’s hair? He watched, with rapt attention and mild apprehension as Javier placed the guardless clippers at the bottom of his right sideburn and pushed up leaving behind a patch of almost bare scalp. Javier pulled the clippers out right above Alex’s ear, flicking his wrist to knock the brown fuzz onto the cape.

Alex couldn’t help it, his hand shot to where his sideburn had just been decimated, itching to feel the ultra-short bristles barely covering his scalp. Javier, however, had other ideas, reaching out and catching the hand before it made it to Alex’s head. Alex tried to worm out of his grip, but Javier was much stronger than him and easily forced his hand back onto the armrest.

"Be good," Javier warned, "This can be shorter."

And there was Alex’s dick, returning to the party, hardening against the pants Javier had closed after cleaning him. It was going to take more for him to get fully hard, certainly, but if Javier continued down this path that would certainly happen sooner rather than later, Alex recognized.

Alex decided to listen to the threat, despite his traitorous lower half. For now, this was short enough, thank you very much. Javier let go of his wrist, and he kept it still; the barber hummed in approval, returning to his work.

He used the first cut he’d made to define a line all the way around Alex’s head, lowering the guide as he moved from front to back and following the same pattern on the other side.

The singular bald line looked quite odd, but both Javier and Alex knew what was coming now. Those guardless clippers returned to Alex’s head, and began the process of shaving away all the hair below the line the barber had defined. On Alex’s right side, all the hair in front of his ear had already been shorn away, so Javier began behind the man’s ear, starting at the line and pulling the clippers down.

The feeling of those blades, slightly warm, against his scalp made Alex tense involuntarily. He could sense just how short the clippers were cutting his hair and the thought thoroughly excited him. Javier began to make his way around the back of Alex’s head once again, and Alex continued to relish in the sensation of those blades, along with the air of the shop cooling his newly bare skin.

As Javier approached the left side of Alex’s head and the purring machine approached Alex’s left ear, the sound of the clippers so close made Alex shiver. Javier put his hand on Alex’s chest, stilling him as he defined a low arch over Alex’s ear and let his clippers come in front of Alex’s ear, shearing his other sideburn away. Alex was sure his eyes looked ridiculously huge, but he did not care, he was only singularly concentrated on the sight in the mirror: short brown clippings of hair on his shoulder and a bare patch where his sideburn used to be.

"So bad at sitting still…" Javier muttered with a scolding tone as he felt Alex’s body involuntarily fight against his hand once again.

Alex turned bright red, but his enjoyment began to clearly show once again, even through the cape.

Javier turned the clippers off for a moment, placing the sinful machine on top of his set of drawers. He walked behind Alex, empty handed, enjoying the sight of those wide blue eyes following his every move. There was much, much more to be done, but what was the point of all this if Javier couldn’t take a moment to have a little fun?

The barber turned his attention first to the seated man’s right sideburn, the one Alex had so desperately wanted to feel earlier. He ran his thumb up the side of Alex's head, starting at the corner of his jaw and moving slowly along the freshly shorn skin.

The heat was what shocked Alex the most, the feeling of skin against skin, with only the very shortest of bristles in the way. That thumb drew something from the back of Alex’s throat, a low groan of pleasure.

Javier moved his fingers to the back of Alex’s head, then. Wrapping both hands around the nearly-bald portion of Alex’s head and slowly dragging his fingers along the fresh skin. This elicited another moan from Alex and his body was racked with a shiver from the sensation.

"You enjoy this so much," Javier purred, moving his hands back up Alex’s head before letting the blunt edges of his nails scrape along the nape of Alex’s neck, "If I was meaner, I’d shave you bald right now."

Alex felt a jolt of anxiety at the suggestion of being shaved bald. Javier, hands running up and down the nape of Alex’s neck must have felt it too, because he chuckled, moving away from Alex’s ear and returning to the set of drawers.

"I’ve gone soft," he murmured, mostly to himself, retrieving a few guards from the top drawer and coming behind Alex. He was still holding clippers, but now with a guard on them.

Alex was amped enough now to jump again at the snap of the machine turning on, but immediately began to feel lulled by its hum. Javier pushed the clippers into the soft pelt on the top half of Alex’s head and began the painstaking process of blending out the line of the fade.

Javier was not talking anymore, nor smirking, simply lost in concentration as he worked with small, efficient strokes, occasionally switching guards or flipping a lever on the side of the machine. Alex felt the slow hardening of his dick become more intense, and a quick jolt whenever the vibrations of the clippers passed close to his ear.

There was still hair falling, Alex could feel it. But, rather than chunks or a pelt, millimeter long clippings tickled Alex’s neck.

Finally, Alex heard the click of the clippers being turned off, and watched in the mirror as Javier set the machine back on top of his set of drawers. Javier stepped back behind Alex then and took his head in both hands, turning it this way and that, inspecting for any harsh lines or parts of the fade that were not perfectly blended. Finally, when Javier approved of his own work, he brushed his hand along the back of Alex’s head, getting rid of any stray hairs that remained. Alex looked up in the mirror and saw himself, now with a perfectly blended low skin fade and a pile of thick, messy bulk clipped on the top of his head.

Javier ran his thumb along the bristles left behind by the zero blade of the clippers a final time, dark brows furrowing in deep concentration. Finally, the man sighed in concession.

"I’m not done with this," he declared, "But I think we have more important matters to deal with." His eyes flicked to the pile of hair clipped on the top of Alex’s head. And he reached up with a smirk, releasing the bulk from its confines.

When Javier had first chopped off his fringe, Alex had thought it was exceedingly short, but now, in contrast with the short-cut sides, his top looked ridiculously long. Javier must’ve thought the same because, as he inspected the fringe, spraying it with water and combing it down, he smiled and shook his head.

"Time for a proper haircut, darling, don’t you think?" Javier asked with a smirk. Alex could only swallow in response, feeling his damn thighs clench involuntarily once again and his dick get just a bit harder.

Javier retrieved the scissors from the various items he had left strewn on top of his drawers along with a comb. Javier walked in front of Alex then, combing his fringe down over his eyes and obscuring his vision.

Alex couldn’t see in the mirror, both due to where Javier was standing and due to the hair in front of his eyes, but was able to tell by the cold sensation of the open blades where exactly Javier had placed his scissors. They started just above his eyebrows but moved up, up, up until Javier finally let them rest, open at the very top of Alex’s hairline. Alex could not see Javier’s face, but practically heard his smirk in the tone of his voice as he spoke.

"You’ve been so good already…" the barber said, "I wonder, would you sit still as I chopped off all your pretty hair?"

Alex began to breathe faster, his arousal reaching uncomfortable heights again. The only thing that stopped him from outright jerking in the chair was the fear of Javier’s scissors being knocked closed.

Javier allowed him to sit in the discomfort for a moment longer, before moving his shears back down, to just below Alex’s eyebrows.

"A question for another day, perhaps," he murmured, before chopping with unflinching efficiency, reducing Alex’s fringe by another inch, at least.

After the first chop was made, Javier began to work faster. Alex couldn’t see much of what Javier was doing, on account of him almost entirely covering Alex’s eyes with his own bangs, but he could feel enough. Over and over again, Alex felt the teeth of Javier’s comb against his head, defining a new section just slightly further back than the last, before pulling the hair forward, over the bit of the fringe he had already cut. After the section was defined, Alex felt a slight tug on his scalp, indicating Javier had switched tools, now holding Alex’s hair with his fingers rather than the comb. Finally, Alex heard that telltale snip, as the scissors sheared their way through the bits of hair Javier had deemed excess.

Alex allowed his eyes to slip down, peeking out under his newly shortened fringe at the cape below. It was practically covered in his own chocolate hair, in varying lengths and phases of wet to dry. There was no sound in the shop besides the sound of scissors snapping through Alex’s hair and the breathing of the two men, nearly synchronized in concentration and lust.

After what felt like an eternity, Javier moved from his position standing in front of Alex to the seated man’s right side, allowing Alex to see for the first time exactly how short his fringe had been chopped. It sat right around his eyebrows, and Alex could now easily watch Javier’s movements in the mirror.

The barber defined a section that ran down the middle of Alex’s head, from forehead to crown, and pulled the front part of the section he had defined straight up in the air. Alex watched as those bronze hands took his hair between fingers and evened the strands with a few quick snips of the scissors. Javier continued to move back along his section, pulling strands straight to the sky and shortening them with a flash of silver. More hair fell to the cape and Alex could only marvel at the fact that more hair seemed to lay on the cape than he ever imagined had actually on his head.

After Javier had moved along the center of Alex’s head, he combed the top down a center part and began his work on the right. Using the length from the center as his guide, he worked from front to back once again, lifting the hair into the air and snipping away.

Once the majority of the right side had been cut down, Javier started to blend the top with the side. Pushing all of Alex’s hair aside except for a single thin layer of the hair that sat closest to his clipped sides. Javier used his comb to find right where the longest hairs on the sides of Alex’s head stopped, and cut the hair he held between his fingers to this exact length. He continued with this method, then, taking thin sections that ran along the top of Alex’s head and combing them down over the side of his hair, slowly blending the sides and the top together, until it became hard to tell where the clipper cut stopped and the scissor cut began.

Javier then moved to the left side of Alex’s head, repeating the entire process there.

Javier’s practiced hands practically flew through Alex’s hair at this point, combing, pulling, and snipping at a faster rate than Alex’s eyes could follow. Alex allowed himself to give in to the trance of it all, his eyes glazing over slightly and simply following the path of each snippet of chocolate hair that fell from Javier’s grip onto the cape below.

Javier was deep into concentration, but the singular moment he chose to look away from work, he was greeted with the beautiful sight of his seated partner, in a stupor, cock quite obviously hard through his boxers, pants, the cape, and anything else that dared try to hide it.

As Javier made his final snips with his shears, Alex’s hair began to dry. Alex marveled at how the shorter length changed the texture of his hair, his waves tightening into a more pronounced pattern.

Javier stepped away from Alex’s hair for just a moment to set his shears down before returning and running his hands through the top a few times. The barber set his eyes on the mirror, holding Alex’s blue irises in his own dark gaze.

"Your hair is so damn thick," Javier said, with fake exasperation, "I think I’ve chopped it all off and yet, look at this."

Alex could do nothing but turn bright red at the comment. And Javier chuckled at his flustered expression, as blue eyes broke their contact with dark brown. The barber ran his hands through Alex’s hair once again, slower this time, teasing.

"Nothing to say? Clippers got your tongue?"

Now Alex really couldn’t do anything but squirm, feeling the hot fire of need start to burn more aggressively once again. The barber laughed then. His dominant laugh that only appeared on the rarest of occasions, low and slow, bass notes, sending sinful shivers down Alex’s spine.

"We’re getting there darling, I know you’re nothing if not patient."

With this final comment, Javier retrieved a new tool from his collection, one Alex recognized, as the man had used it on his long hair before, too. Thinning shears.

The first time Javier had used the shears, he’d taken a long time to explain exactly how they worked, but Alex would not pretend that the sight of the shears closing on his hair inches above his shoulders did not still scare him in the most arousing way. For so many years the scene existed as a threat of the haircut he feared, the haircut that had just happened in a very real way.

Javier used his hands rather than a comb, taking small twists of Alex’s hair, twirling them, and then cutting into them with the thinning shears. Alex watched after each cut as tufts of dry, chestnut hair fluttered through the air, onto the cape and the floor below. Javier worked his way from the front of Alex’s head to the back, indiscriminately snipping away at Alex’s waves until the top of his hair sat in a way Javier was pleased with.

There were a few final flashes of those silver shears, but the time between them became longer as Javier was more and more satisfied with the results of his cutting. Finally, the barber stepped back to the shelf, put down his shears and walked in front of Alex, obscuring his view of the mirror. Javier looked down on the brunette, pinning him with a dark gaze. Alex felt a bit of his shyness from three years ago return, and he looked away, afraid to meet the stare.

Javier reached out, placing his thumb under Alex’s chin and gently gripping it. He pushed Alex’s chin up, forcing Alex’s eyes to meet his own. Javier smiled in complete satisfaction and the gaze turned soft, those dark eyes lighting up with joy, turned ever so slightly golden by the warm light of the shop.

"It’s good to see your face."

Alex laughed, Javier’s words filling him with a warmth that felt quite distinct from any embarrassment he’d experienced earlier that night. Javier let go of Alex’s chin and walked away, behind him again, undoing the tie of the cape and allowing the masses of chestnut hair that had sat on the fabric to fall all around the two men. Javier smirked slightly at the sight but said nothing, simply depositing the cape in the laundry basket as he made his way over to the towel warmer.

"Put that head back down," Javier commanded, "I’m not letting you leave here with that joke of a fade."

Alex did as he was told and heard the telltale clack of dress shoes approaching the chair once again. He felt the warmth of a hot towel being draped around the back of his head, and sighed at the heat against his neck. The feeling became even more intense as Javier applied pressure, making sure the impossibly short bristles that covered Alex’s neck were soft enough for his razor.

Javier let the towel sit, but took his hands away, and Alex listened intently as the sound of foaming suds being stirred up by Javier’s brush filled the shop. The soft click of the wooden handle of the brush knocking against the shaving mug every now and again, along with that telltale fizzing sound of air being whipped into the lather. Finally, the sound of ceramic against wood as Javier set the mug down, and before Alex knew it, the towel was gone from the back of his neck.

Alex knew what hot lather felt like, he’d been shaved by Javier more than enough, but no amount of shaves could’ve ever prepared him for the feeling of the stuff against his sensitive scalp. Alex, uncaring of how desperate he must seem, let a noise halfway between a hum and a groan escape his lips, deep and full of pleasure.

Javier continued to coat the area that was to be shaved, running the brush along the area where Alex’s sideburns used to grow.

"Feels good?"

Alex could only reply with a strained, "Mmm."

Javier chuckled.

"Just wait for the main event."

Javier draped his left hand across the crown of Alex’s head and used his thumb to stretch the lathered skin below. Then, with his right hand, he moved the razor along Alex’s skin starting at the nape of the seated man’s neck and working in miniature, repetitive strokes.

Alex was graced with that familiar soft sound of scraping, the one he knew so well on his cheeks, practically reverberating through his skull. The grazing of the razor along Alex’s skin, the removal of each and every hair would’ve made Alex shudder with delight if he was not scared of being nicked. Alex made every movement he could, however, letting the muscles of his thighs clench and unclench, holding his cock tight between his legs in an effort to satisfy its greedy itch. God, the feeling of the blade against his scalp was nearly overpowering.

Javier was not unaware of Alex’s ecstasy and capitulated to his desires, just slightly, running his thumb along the path he’d just shaved. The sensation was entirely new to Alex--the feeling of his lover’s thumb, not reaching through masses of hair, but in direct contact with his scalp, instead. There was a heat, a friction, and almost a softness Alex had never realized. Javier could only watch in amusement as an aroused flush turned the entire back of Alex’s head just slightly pink in delight. Although Alex’s noises alone were enough to indicate his enjoyment.

"Javier, f***" Alex moaned in satisfaction as his barber’s thumb traced the same path a second time.

Alex was now distractingly hard once again, but knew that, unless Javier told him to do anything about it, it was an expectation that his arms remained squarely on those damn armrests. Javier could clearly see the seated man’s fresh need, and his obedience, and allowed a small smile to grace his lips.

"Keep those hands still," he instructed, to emphasize the point, "I have plans later that involve your… excitement."

The words certainly helped Alex’s excitement, and his chestnut brows furrowed just slightly in his need. Javier did not need to speak again, instead responding to his partner’s arousal in action, stretching Alex’s skin once more and running his blade up Alex’s neck, doing so again, and again, and again to clear the area.

The bliss of Javier’s razor did not diminish, instead the sensation only seemed to heighten along with Alex’s arousal. As Javier slowly worked the razor around Alex’s right ear, in small, consecutive strokes, the scraping noises Alex so craved only grew louder and louder, sending repeating shivers down the seated man’s spine. Alex was trying hard now to stay still but it was difficult, and he felt his back arch involuntarily against the continued stimulation.

Javier moved from Alex’s right side to his left then and continued the process of shaving. Those short scratches along his scalp were bringing Alex to a state of arousal he had not thought was possible just an hour ago, and he was sure that if the barber had made him touch himself once again, he would already have cum by now.

As he labored to keep still against his painfully hard cock, more groans escaped Alex’s lips. Javier watched the cords in the man’s neck clench and unclench in a motion he guessed was involuntary.

"J-Jesus Christ, Javier."

The exclamation was halfway between a sentence and a moan.

Javier took the last few strokes with his razor, before running his thumbs along the bare skin, checking his work for any imperfections. After the barber was satisfied with his work, he took a towel and ran it along the fresh skin, clearing away any excess lather that remained.

At the indication that the shave was done, Alex exhaled a sound halfway between a sigh of relief and a whimper of anticipation. Javier leaned down and kissed his newly-shaved nape.

"You did such a good job sitting still for me, darling," Javier breathed along his neck, the warmth sending new sparks of electricity down Alex’s spine, "Just a little more."

More? What else could Javier possibly have in mind?

As soon as Alex thought the question, however, Javier supplied the answer, pulling the lever on the side of the barber chair and laying Alex back, simultaneously extending a headrest for the overexerted man. Alex lay back, grateful for the support but also thoroughly afraid for what was to come next. Withstanding an entire shave from Javier without cumming was certainly not a guarantee.

Javier must have seen the look of concern that flashed across Alex’s face, as his own gaze softened to match.

"It’s not going to be easy, but I know you can control yourself for me. I believe in you."

Alex closed his eyes and would not open them, the sight of the smirk he was sure was painted across Javier’s features would be too much, of that he was sure. Javier understood the seated man’s need and decided not to push it, simply chuckling.

Alex heard the sound of glass bottles clinking and a cap being undone and knew what was to come next. Those hands came back to Alex then, wrapping around his cheeks, fingers dragging along his jaw, across his chin, down his neck, pulling on his day-old stubble. Those hands were intent on rubbing the oil deep into Alex’s skin, continuing their exploration of his face, applying more pressure to the corners of his jaw and cheeks where the man held his tension before coming to the neck with a lighter touch.

That damn laugh was the star of the show as Javier’s hands left his face and Alex allowed himself to emit the quietest of whimpers at the loss of skin to skin contact. The barber was entirely in the mood to dominate his partner now, and he reveled in every moan Alex made as he turned on his heel then and walked towards the towel warmer.

Alex simply listened to the sound of those delicious leather dress shoes clacking along the wooden floor; much too worked up to even attempt looking at his lover. They stopped for a moment, sounding far away, before coming back to Alex’s side.

Alex felt the heat of the towel before it even touched his face. The moisture and warmth of the steam rolling off the fabric was indicator enough of what was to come. Javier wrapped the towel around Alex’s face, and just as he had done with the back of Alex’s neck earlier, he applied pressure, ensuring the towel did its job.

Hands left Alex’s face again, preparing fresh lather for the seated man’s impending shave. Alex felt the cool air of the shop meet his face as Javier took the towel away, but Alex also knew what this cool air meant. Alex knew what was coming next.

The feeling of that brush never became less divine.

Lather was circled onto Alex’s face. Warm foam, covering his right cheek first, then moving along his neck and jaw, his upper lip, before coming to his left cheek, a soft, white blanket across his face, soon to be carved away by that impending razor.

Alex could hear the sound of that razor sliding along the shelf where Javier had briefly set it. Then the sound of footsteps coming to the right side of the chair, and he could imagine just how sinfully mouth-watering his lover looked right now, standing at his side with an open straight razor in his hand, the thought made him harder, and made him squeeze his eyes shut even more forcefully than before.

There was only so much Javier would tolerate, however, and the barber was at his limit with the seated man.

"Why are we squeezing our eyes so tight, darling?" He teased.

Alex felt every inch of his body grow a degree hotter as the part of his cheeks not covered in white lather flushed pink for Javier’s amusement.

"Sh-Shut up," Alex eventually managed to whisper.

Alex felt a heat as Javier leaned closer to him, lips coming to ever so lightly brush his newly exposed ear.

"Come now, I’m not even shaving you yet," The barber taunted sweetly, "Is even the sight of me standing over you with a razor too much?"

"P-P-Please," Alex hissed, "Please just shave me already."

The sound that emitted from Javier’s mouth made Alex’s stomach flip and his legs shake in anticipation, the same dominant laugh, ever so slightly deeper and more amused than before.

"I’m not shaving a single hair until you open those pretty eyes of yours and look at me."

It was a declaration. An order. Alex shook his head no in desperation, ensuring his eyes were closed as tight as they would go.

"I might- might…" The admission was barely English, but Javier could figure out what the man was so afraid of now. He said nothing in response, however, intolerant of disobedience.

Alex felt the temperature on the right side of his body drop as Javier stood up and stepped away from him. A few years ago, Alex might have seen this as an act of mercy, but he knew better by now, he could only wonder what on earth Javier had planned.

He heard the barber stop walking and assumed he was retrieving something, but Alex couldn’t, for the life of him, imagine what. Those footsteps clacked along the floor and Alex knew the barber was next to him again, although if the lack of breath against his ear was any indication, the man was standing up straight. For a single moment there was silence. Stillness. Then.

Click.

The buzz of a motor Alex knew all too well started and his eyes, on instinct alone, flew open.

There Javier stood, above him, eyes dark with lust and lips twisted in a self-satisfied grin. In his hand he held the machine Alex had already identified by noise alone--the clippers he’d used on Alex’s head just a while earlier, guardless blades shining in the light.

"You know darling," Javier teased, "You are just so predictable."

"You--" Alex started, before stopping himself, not wanting to know what Javier would do with those clippers if he let any of the five curse words that had come to his mind in that moment exit his mouth. Alex’s cock, however, knew exactly how he felt about the sight of his lover in such a dominant mood and it did not seem to be in alignment with his brain. He was so hard, it was f***ing painful.

Javier let his thumb, which still rested on the switch on the side of the machine, flick the clippers off, but, although the whirring noise was gone, Alex’s attention was still very much captured.

"Here’s what we’re going to do," Javier started, with a tone halfway between scolding and sex, "I’m going to put the clippers down, right over here," Javier walked back to his drawers and placed the machine on top, "And if I see those eyes close for a single second," Javier returned to Alex’s side, "I’m going to turn them on, and run them through every strand of beautiful hair left on your head," a copper hand, the one that was holding the clippers a moment ago, reached up and grabbed Alex’s short waves, "Understood?"

Alex’s eyes did not leave Javier’s for a single moment, not to look at the clipper, not to look at his hand, not to look at the very prominent bulge in the barber’s pants, and Javier knew before the man said a single word that he was going to be incredibly obedient.

"Understood," was the whisper that escaped Alex’s lips.

"Attaboy."

Javier held the razor--closed--in his left hand, and did not need to move from his place at Alex’s side. Instead he simply removed his right hand from Alex’s hair and opened the tool, draping his fingers across it in the most dignified of manners: two fingers in front of the handle, two fingers behind. Alex let his eyes move from Javier’s eyes for the first time, then, slipping to the sight of that razor the barber so elegantly held, as if it was nothing more than an extension of his hand.

Alex watched intently as Javier leaned over him, one hand coming to his temple and stretching the skin along his right cheek before the other hand, holding that razor, came down upon his cheek. The scraping away of his day-old stubble was almost too much and Alex felt his eyes beginning to close in pleasure. As soon as those eyelids started to flutter however, dark eyes came to meet his own and Alex knew the barber was not playing around. With every ounce of strength Alex had left in his body, he wrenched his eyelids fully open again, and those brown irises looking down at him shined with approval.

The razor returned to his cheek again, having been taken away when the barber’s appraising gaze was pulled from his work. The scratch of that blade along Alex’s cheek happened over, and over, and over, but he fought with all his might to keep his eyes open, blue irises trained on the movement of the man bent over him, every drag of the sharp edge along his face, every furrow of his barber’s brow, Javier’s face so close to his own he could make out those faint freckles that just barely dusted those amber cheeks.

The razor moved from his right cheek to his jaw, down his neck, and across his upper lip. Alex, unable to squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure, compensated in other movements, gripping the armrests of the chair so violently his fingers hurt, clenching his quads in a desperate effort to somehow disperse the tension concentrated in his cock. He sensed Javier was feeling a bit more lenient as he did not scold the man about his movement nearly as he usually would, but every once and a while a stilling hand would come to rest on his sternum for a moment. A reminder for Alex to breathe, as much as anything else.

The blade continued to travel along Alex’s face, quickly scraping his chin clean, before Javier walked behind the chair and came to Alex’s left side.

"I see how hard you’re trying," Javier encouraged as he brought his razor back to Alex’s cheek, "Just a little more."

Alex concentrated then on Javier’s eyes and Javier’s eyes alone. Those dark irises filled with so much emotion he was surprised it didn’t spill over the brim. Concentration, yes, but lust too, and behind it all, a love so deep Alex couldn’t find the end of it. The sight was the only thing that kept Alex’s eyes from falling closed, that kept him from moving his hands off of the armrests and giving his cock the relief it so desperately craved, that kept him from drowning in his lust entirely.

Finally, blessedly, that razor took its final swipe along Alex’s cheek, and Javier let his hand brush lightly against the man’s cheek instead. Approving of his work here, too, he cleaned Alex’s face with a towel, and walked his straight razor back to his set of drawers. Returning to Alex’s right side empty handed, he simply stood over the man, arms crossed over his chest in just the way to make his biceps bulge. He looked down on Alex with a smirk, not making a single move to solve the very obvious problem in the seated man’s pants. Alex had tolerance for Javier’s games but he wanted pleasure and was too desperate not to ask for what he wanted.

"Can- can you?" He quietly begged after Javier held his blue eyes in his dark gaze for too long.

"Can I what?" Javier asked, before his smirk grew just a bit bigger, "Can I shave your head?"

Alex shook his head no wildly.

"No?" Javier asked, amused by the man’s frantic answer "You don’t want me to shave your head? Are you sure? The clippers are right there…"

"Y-Y-Yes," Alex managed to whisper.

"Yes what?" Javier pressed, "Yes you’re sure or yes you want me to shave the rest of this pretty hair off?"

The teasing was bordering on too much for Alex, and his hips responded to Javier’s words involuntarily.

"Yes I’m sure," Alex squeaked out.

The clear answer inspired Javier to take some pity on the poor man. He approached the chair, placing both hands on the right armrest, next to Alex’s forearms.

"Okay, okay. I’ll be nice," Javier acquiesced, leaning just a little closer to Alex’s face, "Although I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t just run my clippers across your scalp."

Alex could only nod, eyes not for Javier’s face, but for the singular tan hand he watched lift off the arm rest and reach down towards his waist, towards his…

"Ugh!"

It was a strained cry as Javier laid his hand gently across Alex’s cock. His low laugh filled the entirety of the shop, igniting a need in Alex he did not know was even possible. However, when Alex attempted to jerk his hips up against the still hand, in need of movement and friction, the hand simply gripped him harder, pushing his hips back onto the chair and not allowing them to move. The message was clear, Javier would get him off when Javier pleased.

"See, darling," Javier continued, unfazed by Alex’s noises or movements, "As fun as it would’ve been to shear you down, I have a vested interest in keeping at least some of your hair firmly attached to your head. Do you know why that is?"

"Wh--" Alex began to ask, but he never managed to finish the question, the words turning into a whine as Javier began to ever so gently rub his palm up and down Alex’s enjoyment.

"Because," Javier extended the word, and Alex watched as the barber’s small smirk grow bigger, his face inches from Alex’s own, "I need something to grab onto when I f*** that beautiful mouth of yours."

Alex’s hips fought against Javier’s slow and controlling hand, but the pressure with which Javier forced the seated man to sit still was too much for him to fight against, and he acquiesced to Javier’s pace.

At the same time, his mouth fell open, halfway between an expression of mortification at Javier’s words and a groan of pleasure at the movement of Javier’s hand. Javier slipped the index and middle finger of his free hand into that perfect little O, hooking his fingers on the back of Alex’s bottom teeth and holding his mouth wide open.

"Let's say we give this new hairstyle a test run, hm? I want to see how easy it is to direct my darling boy to suck cock."

Alex couldn’t do much with one hand in his mouth and another on his cock, but he nodded his head yes as best he could and Javier got the message. The man stood back again, and although Alex was disappointed at the loss of contact, he was more excited at what was coming.

"Up you go, out of the chair," Javier directed, and Alex wasted no time following his instructions. Alex caught a brief glimpse of himself in the mirror and although the urge to step back and explore what Javier had done was strong, the urge to pleasure Javier and himself was much stronger.

Alex stood in front of Javier, blue eyes pleading for his next instructions.

"Strip."

Alex paused, aware of the embarrassment of baring himself in front of his fully clothed partner, the submissiveness of it all. Yet at his pause, Javier cocked a single, dark eyebrow, and every hesitation that had wormed its way into Alex’s mind was immediately forgotten.

He started with his shirt, frantically undoing the buttons of the collared shirt he wore, as soon as they were undone, nearly ripped off in Alex’s haste, he just as quickly removed his undershirt and stood bare-chested for Javier.

The barber made no move to help Alex, and, really, no movement at all, standing stock still with his arms once again crossed across his chest, the only sign Javier wasn’t blind was the way his eyes roved across Alex’s pale chest, taking in the sight with relish and greed.

Alex did not wait for a sign to continue, however. The barber had told him to strip and he would do so without further hesitation. Alex frantically pulled off his dress shoes, not even taking the time to undo his laces, and his socks with them. Then he reached for his pants. Although Javier had not buckled his belt after Alex’s first orgasm of the night, he had taken the time to reclasp his button and zipper. Alex undid them with intense haste, pulling his slacks down with such force they turned inside out.

Finally, there was only one piece of clothing left on Alex’s entire body.

He paused when his hand touched the waistband of his boxer-briefs, mostly out of a bit of shyness that, despite his best efforts, returned to his body. Javier still had not moved, those dark eyes taking in the scene before them, but at Alex’s anxiety, those eyes softened ever so slightly, leaving a lust-filled trance.

"You’re doing such a good job for me, darling," Javier encouraged, meeting those blue eyes that were nearly as wide as saucers, "And I want you to know that I’m enjoying this very, very much."

Alex let his eyes slip from Javier’s for just a moment to peek downwards and was greeted with the gift of an incredibly obvious bulge in Javier’s pants. Heat flooded Alex’s cheeks at the sight, but he felt himself grow harder as well, and with so little coverage between his cock and the outside world, he was sure Javier could see everything that was happening. Javier continued.

"I know you’re enjoying it too," Alex had to look away from Javier entirely then, but Javier wanted Alex to enjoy himself and to enjoy the sight of him, too. Javier approached the man, taking his chin gently in a single hand and directing his face up to meet the gaze of the barber, "But I want to see exactly how much you’re enjoying it."

The hand not perched on Alex’s chin slowly wrapped around his waist, before sliding down, the thumb hooking into the elastic waistband of his underwear and pulling down ever so slightly.

"Before we go any further," Javier stopped, "You seem nervous. Is it okay if I pull these down?"

It almost seemed like a silly question, Alex thought to himself, they’d been dating for so long, Javier had seen Alex naked in every light, every emotion, every possible context…except this one. Except the kind of domination Javier had been performing tonight, ever since he’d been given full reign with those clippers, it was new territory for the both of them and it was clear Javier wanted to make sure that however they were exploring it, they were exploring it safely.

If Alex had been a little more composed, the thought probably would’ve been even more endearing than it seemed to Alex in his desperate state, but even through his arousal, he could appreciate how loving his partner was, even in this most domineering of states.

"If I want you to stop, I’ll use my safeword," Alex reassured, the sentence was almost a pant but it was clear nonetheless, "It’s not just okay if you pull these down, I-I’ve never wanted something more."

Javier chuckled, and Alex heard as the laugh transitioned from something he would hear fall from Javier’s lips everyday back to that same laugh he’d been hearing from the man all night. The kind of laugh that made his stomach flip and his heart beat a little faster. The man’s bronze hand took the invitation, pulling down on Alex’s waistband and freeing his cock. As soon as Javier began to pull, Alex's hands came to join Javier’s, helping, until the final piece of fabric sat, useless, at Alex’s feet.

Javier’s hands left Alex’s body, then, undoing his own belt, button, and zipper.

"Alright, darling," Javier said, looking up from the work of his own hands, "On your knees."

Alex did not need to be told twice. He fell to his knees the moment Javier finished his sentence. He was hungry, and Javier was happy to fill his mouth.

Those bronze hands worked for a moment longer, taking his own agonizingly hard dick from briefs and presenting it to Alex. A single hand remained on his cock, to better direct it, while the other hand snaked its way through those newly-short chestnut waves, taking a controlling grip at the crown of Alex’s head.

"Be a good boy and open wide for me," Javier instructed as he slipped the tip of his cock into Alex’s warm mouth, "And touch yourself, I want you to cum when I do."

Alex accepted what Javier gave him greedily, some saliva spilling over his lips as he drooled for more. Javier loved that slick sensation, the deep heat of his partner’s mouth, and pushed Alex slightly further onto his cock, which was quickly becoming even harder on the confines of Alex’s lips.

At the same time, Alex allowed his hand to slip onto his own painfully hard dick, running a singular hand up and down while using the other to grip tightly on the back of Javier’s thigh for stability. At the first sensations of his fingers along his erection, Alex felt himself moan around Javier’s cock. Even the lightest touch was enough to make him jerk in ecstasy, after so much damn denial.

The vibrations that ran along Javier as Alex made his noises were so intense that Javier found himself struggling to control his movements. He wanted to go slightly slow with the man, dipping further and further into his mouth, but the urge to press all the way down the kneeling man’s throat was strong. He placed the hand not buried deep in Alex’s hair on the chair he stood next to, finding it hard to hold himself upright with Alex’s tongue lapping at him so greedily.

Alex felt Javier’s grip tighten on his hair and opened his throat, allowing himself to be pushed further onto his partner. He dragged his tongue up and down the length of the man while the barber slowly dipped further and further into his mouth, and heard a low groan escape Javier at the sensation. To match Javier’s grip on his head, Alex tightened his own grip on himself and nearly buckled, nails digging into the back of Javier’s thigh in an effort to hold himself up.

At the need of his partner, Javier could hold himself back no longer, pushing the rest of the way down Alex’s throat and starting to control the movements of his head entirely, moving in and out, in and out, the feeling of those swollen, slick lips growing tighter and tighter as his cock grew in Alex’s mouth. Javier had been looking out into the mirror but looked down onto his partner then, finding those eyes, cloudless sky, looking back up at him in lust and total submission.

The man looked beautiful, Javier marveled. Tears forming in the corners of his blue eyes from overwhelm and ecstasy, lips growing red and swollen as they ran their way along his cock, cheeks hot. His thin body shook with the effort of it all, and Javier felt a slight sting on the back of his right thigh as those nails dug crescents into his skin. Then, below it all, he kneeled in a carpet of his own chestnut hair, the brown locks brushing along his knees and shins. He kneeled in the hair Javier had cut from his head. The thought made the barber grow harder, and watched as his lover’s face changed slightly, showing satisfaction.

Alex tasted a liquid that was not his own, slightly salty and sour and hot along his tongue. Those dark eyes were roving his body and the feeling of being so deeply appreciated by his man was doing things to Alex that he did not know were possible until now. Alex was ready to cum at any minute, but he would only take Javier’s cue. If the taste in his mouth was any indication, however, that cue was coming soon enough.

"I’m close," Javier growled through his pleasure, "We’re going to cum together, okay darling?"

Alex nodded his head ever so slightly, only succeeding in running his tongue up and down Javier with more force than before.

"Good," He groaned, "You’re being such a good boy for me."

This succeeded in bringing Alex as close to the edge as he could possibly come. No action was conscious anymore, the hand moving along himself running off muscle memory, his head fully controlled by Javier, his throat open entirely for the man. Alex felt every muscle in his body tense up, uncontrolled by anything other than need.

Javier was moved by desperation alone, f***ing harder and deeper into Alex, that hot mouth that he needed to fill more than he had needed anything before or since. As he felt his knees begin to buckle, he leaned entirely on the chair and silently thanked his past self for having the foresight to lock the thing. He felt a silent string pull tighter and tighter around his abdomen as he pushed further and further down, down, down.

It was then that both men snapped. Surrendering to their pleasure.

A strained cry came from Javier and the man heard a similar one fall from Alex’s mouth, although muffled.

Alex felt the heat of Javier spilling out into his mouth before he tasted it. He’d never tasted anything better, and even as Javier stopped moving Alex’s head, the barber’s grip on his hair becoming shaky, Alex knew the heat and pressure of his mouth alone as he swallowed Javier’s cum was enough to continue the man’s orgasm.

At the same time, he felt the movement of his hand along himself get slicker and shakier as his thighs gave out, the only thing keeping him upright was his grip on Javier’s thigh and Javier’s grip on his head and he soon felt that those grips would fail.

"Ã"rale, chingón," Javier panted, as he regained a modicum of control over his words.

Hands shaking, he let go of Alex’s hair and pulled his dick from the kneeling man’s mouth, watching as some mix of cum and saliva dripped from that swollen bottom lip.

Alex slowly released his grip on Javier’s thigh as his own legs gave out and he sat down on his heels before slipping to one side and leaning on the silver edge of the chair, the cool metal was ice against his burning hot skin. As soon as Javier no longer had a reason to hold himself, he let go of the chair and let himself drop to his knees, too, sitting face to face with Alex, the two men staring at one another in love and exhaustion.

Javier surveyed his partner then. Noticing some strands of chestnut hair stuck to the man’s shins, he reached forward and brushed them away. The silence between them calm, a sigh, after so long of both men holding their breath.

"You still haven’t seen what you look like," Javier finally said, quietly so as not to disturb the peace that had settled over the two of them.

Alex laughed weakly, slightly hoarse.

"I’ve been a bit distracted."

Javier stood up then, using the chair as support, before offering a hand to Alex. The man took it and allowed Javier to pull him up, before brushing off the strands of hair that remained on his legs and hips.

He couldn't care less that he was naked, he couldn't care less that Javier was clothed, it felt like the natural way of all things, the way the universe was meant to be.

Javier placed his hands on each of Alex’s shoulders and spun him around, so his back was to Javier and he was facing towards the mirror, before ever so gently pushing him forward.

"Go ahead, explore it," Javier permitted, "Tell me what you think."

Alex took a few steps towards the mirror where he saw himself, lifting his hands to his head in slow motion and exploring first the back of his neck where he was, for the first time in his life, completely bald. He ran his fingers lightly along his skin, noting the unexpected heat on his sensitive scalp.

His hands then began to make their way up, finding the blended stubble of brown hair that grew from a zero to a two. Exploring their resistance to his touch, their soft, bristly sensation against his palm.

Finally, he reached the top of his head, where he pulled his fingers through his new fringe, feeling the soft waves, much shorter than he was used to, but still, definitely, there.

Javier simply watched him, dark eyes watching every movement in the mirror. He was clearly waiting for an answer, but he didn’t want to rush Alex in understanding exactly what Javier had done to him. Eventually, Alex smirked, blue eyes lighting up with a challenge.

"Is my hair shorter than yours?"

Javier closed his eyes and held the bridge of his nose in mock exasperation, chuckling underneath his expression. When he opened his eyes again, he was smiling, too.

"Yeah, it is shorter than mine."

"How does that make you feel?" Alex challenged.

The smile dropped from Javier’s eyes, becoming something darker. The man walked forward, ever so gently pressing his chest into Alex’s upper back and laying his hands on the outsides of Alex’s shoulders.

"It makes me feel like you better shut your mouth before I show you just how much shorter than mine your hair can get."

Alex loved the thrill of the threat, now, sensing he would never truly fear it again. The thought made him grin in a way he couldn’t wipe off if he tried.

"You know, I never thought I’d let someone bring clippers near my head again…"

Javier simply cocked an eyebrow, allowing Alex space to finish his thought.

"But, f***, Javier," Alex sighed, "This is the best haircut I’ve ever gotten."

Javier allowed himself a sigh of relief, moving his arms from Alex’s shoulders to around the man’s waist and placing his mouth on the top of Alex’s head.

"I was scared I would frighten you away," he said into Alex’s waves.

It was Alex’s turn to pin Javier with his gaze in the mirror.

"You could never scare me away."

They sat there in silence for a moment. Javier watched Alex in the mirror, his expression morphing into something more pensive. Finally, he spoke up.

"My dad’s gonna freak out."

Javier laughed, the movement of his chest lightly bouncing Alex’s body.

"Brendon is gonna freak out," Javier responded.

Javier watched the gears in Alex’s head turn again. He hoped his joke hadn’t scared Alex.

"What if I gave him something to really freak out about?" Alex murmured.

"Like what?"

"What if I came out?"

Javier stood up in surprise, arms dropping from around Alex’s body.

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

"I’ve been thinking about it, we’ve been dating for three years, after all."

Javier paused for a moment, sighed.

"Yeah, but… don’t feel like you have to do something just because we’ve been dating for three years," Javier declared.

Alex chuckled.

"What?" Javier pressed, curiosity eating away at his gut.

"Just think about it…" Alex trailed off, but Javier’s eyes implored him to continue, "I walk in tomorrow, he’s celebrating because I cut my hair, he asks me who did it, and I say, ‘My boyfriend.’ He would f***ing freak."

Javier laughed at the thought, as well, but his eyes quickly returned to seriousness.

"Do you really want to do this, cariño?" He paused for a moment, thinking out his next words, "Not that you shouldn’t, but I don’t want you to ever feel as if I’m expecting something from you."

Alex sighed.

"I’m tired of lying about you. I want the whole world to know I love you," he declared, "And that I’d never let anyone but you do this," he indicated towards his hair, "to me."

The final snarky comment earned him a slap on the back of the neck from Javier, but he was grinning from ear to ear. He leaned down close to Alex’s ear.

"Let’s get home," He instructed, "I have a lot more I want to do to you, darling."

Alex met his dark gaze in the mirror, a challenge.

"I’m yours."

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