Gareth shares his secret by ConvincedBoyfriend

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A warning: this one's pretty steamy.

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James sprawled on the sofa in grey joggers and a faded rugby shirt, one arm draped along the backrest, the other scrolling idly on his phone. Gareth sat cross-legged on the rug, knees bouncing, his glass of red wine untouched on the coffee table. Six months of easy laughter, tangled sheets and quiet mornings had made this flat feel like home, but tonight Gareth's pulse drummed nervously in his chest.

He cleared his throat.

"Jamie… can I tell you something?"

James locked his screen, eyebrows raised in that gentle, open way that always undid Gareth.

"Course, baby. You look like you're about to confess to stealing the crown jewels!"

Gareth huffed a nervous laugh, cheeks burning. "It's… stupid, maybe. But it's been in my head forever."

He reached under the sofa and pulled out a plain black box â€" unassuming, the kind that might hold headphones. Inside lay a pair of cordless Wahl clippers, matte black, guards snapped neatly in a row. He set them on the table like an offering.

James's gaze flicked from the clippers to Gareth's face. "You planning a DIY fade, or…?"

"I like buzzcuts," Gareth said, voice barely above the hum of the fridge. "Like, really like them. It's like an obsession or like, maybe a… fetish?"

Gareth felt his cheeks burning, not sure how his boyfriend was going to react.

"It's like… the transformation, the sound, the vibration, the… finality I guess?" He swallowed. "I've never told anyone. I bought these months ago, just to hold. Sometimes I switch them on, press them to my forehead, imagine…" He stopped, mortified.

James sat forward, elbows on knees. A slow grin curved his mouth. "You're telling me my gorgeous Welsh boy gets hard thinking about clippers?" He reached out, thumb brushing Gareth's lower lip. "Hmm, that sounds kind of hot."

Relief crashed through Gareth so hard his eyes stung.

"So I've been thinking, could you maybe…"

"Could I be your sexy barber you mean?" James said as he tugged on Gareth's thick blond hair.

Gareth stood, offered a hand. "Bathroom?"

James took it, fingers laced tight. "Lead the way."

They paused at the bathroom threshold, most of their clothes already discarded in the hallway on their way â€" James in black briefs that hugged the thick line of his cock, Gareth in navy ones stretched obscenely over his own rigid length.

Gareth set the clippers on the counter, pressing the #3 guard into place with a satisfying click. He faced James, palms damp. "I want you to go for it. Same length all over. Please."

James's pupils had already blown wide. He cupped Gareth's jaw, kissed him slow and filthy, tongue sliding deep until Gareth whimpered into his mouth.

"You're really sure about this?" James asked, pushing Gareth down to his knees.

Gareth nodded, his breath shallow, and his cock straining in his tight briefs.

"Right then. Hands on the counter, babe. Eyes forward."

Gareth obeyed, legs trembling. James stepped behind him, one hand splayed over Gareth's sternum, thumb circling a nipple until it peaked hard. The clippers roared to life â€" low, predatory, vibrating through the plastic into James's palm. Gareth's cock jerked, a wet spot blooming at the front of his briefs.

The clippers kissed the nape of Gareth's neck. The first pass slowly carved a soft, pale stripe up the back of his head. Clippings rained: golden snow on the white tiles, Gareth's shoulders, the waistband of his briefs. The vibration travelled straight to Gareth's balls; he groaned, hips jerking, pre-cum smearing the material. James's free hand kept stroking â€" collarbone, nipple, the hollow of his throat â€" while the other guided the clippers in merciless lines.

"F***, look at you," James breathed, voice rough. Another pass, wider, the buzz relentless. Gareth watched in the mirror as his familiar fringe shortened, the sides blending into velvet. James paused to palm Gareth's cock through the briefs, squeezing until Gareth's knees buckled. "Stay still, or I'll edge you till you beg."

Gareth whimpered, gripping the counter harder. James finished the top in long, decisive strokes â€" front to back, the clippers ploughing through the last of the length. When they clicked off, silence rang. Gareth ran shaky hands over the plush nap â€" a few short millimetres of pure sex. His reflection looked stripped, vulnerable. It made him feel impossibly turned on.

He stood, grabbed James by the hips, and kissed him long and hard. James's cock throbbed against his own, the head peeking above the waistband, slick with pre-cum. Gareth dropped to his knees again, mouthed the bulge through the fabric, inhaling the musk of arousal and cedar. James threaded fingers through the fresh buzz, guiding Gareth's head.

"Mm, not yet," James growled, feeling his self-control evaporate. He hauled Gareth to his feet. "My turn to feel this."

Gareth's brain short-circuited. "You â€" what?"

James's grin was feral. He handed Gareth the clippers. "Buzz me. Now." He stepped back, hooked thumbs in his briefs, and shoved them down. His cock sprang free â€" thick, flushed, a bead of pre-cum trembling at the slit.

Gareth's mouth went dry. He'd never dared dream James would sacrifice those dark curls.

Gareth's hands shook as he fired up the clippers again. James faced the mirror, legs spread, cock jutting proudly. The first strip down the centre parted the waves like a plough through earth. Thick black locks tumbled, sticking to James's sweaty chest, Gareth's wrists, the floor.

"F***…" James muttered, eyes locked on his own reflection in the mirror. His cock twitched in his hand with every pass, smearing pre-cum across his abs. Gareth kept going â€" sides, crown, forehead â€" until James's scalp glowed through the short #3 pelt. When Gareth killed the clippers, James looked dangerous, stripped down to raw want, intensely watching his reflection as he turned his head from side to side.

"OK, we're going shorter than this," James said, voice gravel. He grabbed the clippers and snapped on the #1 guard, then yanked Gareth's briefs down in one motion. Gareth's cock slapped against his stomach, flushed dark, leaking steadily. "My turn again."

Gareth's heart stuttered. He bent his head, offering James the back of his neck. James started at the hairline, slower this time, savouring. This shorter length felt obscene â€" almost skin, the teeth scraping faint stubble. He suddenly felt unsure about taking his own hair shorter â€" but he was also quite sure he was committed now. Clippings whispered down Gareth's bare back, caught in the cleft of his ass. James's breath fanned hot over his ear. "Look at you. F***ing perfect."

His free hand wrapped around Gareth's cock, stroking in time with the clippers until Gareth was babbling nonsense.

When Gareth straightened, his reflection was nearly bald â€" pale scalp, sharp cheekbones, eyes huge. James spun him, kissed him until they were both dizzy, then submitted in turn.

Gareth sheared James to a #1, the clippers growling like they approved. James's difference between the #3 and #1 was more noticeable in James's darker hair.

"You look so f***ing sexy," Gareth whispered in James's ear as the hair continued to fall. "Thank you for doing this for me, I feel so lucky!"

Gareth kissed his boyfriend hard as the clippers took their last swipes. Dark fuzz dusted the floor in abstract spirals. James's cock wept openly now, a steady drip onto the tiles.

They stared at each other â€" two buzzed heads, two cocks so hard they curved toward their navels, the bathroom a mess of hair. James's hand found Gareth's, guided it to his scalp. The texture was electric: soft yet prickly, warm from the friction of the clippers. Gareth mirrored the touch, thumbs tracing James's hairline. Their cocks brushed, slick and scorching.

"Bedroom," James growled. "Now."

They stumbled down the hall, naked, cocks bobbing. James pushed Gareth onto the duvet, licked a stripe up his throat, then flipped them so Gareth straddled his hips. The new buzzes rasped deliciously when their heads brushed. Gareth reached for the lube, slicked his fingers, and opened himself with impatient twists â€" two, then three â€" while James watched, stroking himself slow, thumb swiping over the head to spread the slick.

"Want you inside me," Gareth panted. He sank down in one slick slide, both of them groaning at the stretch. James's hands clamped Gareth's thighs, guiding the rhythm â€" deep, punishing rolls that made the headboard knock. Gareth braced palms on James's buzzed scalp, the stubble scraping his skin as he rode harder.

James sat up, mouths colliding, and flipped them again so Gareth was on his back, legs over James's shoulders.

The angle was brutal. James thrust in long, filthy strokes, balls slapping Gareth's ass, one hand braced beside Gareth's head, the other jerking him in time. Sweat beaded on their shaved scalps, trickling down temples. Gareth's prostate lit up with every drag; he came first â€" spilling hot between them with a broken cry, clenching hard enough to drag James over the edge. James buried deep, pulsing, forehead pressed to Gareth's, both of them shaking through the aftershocks.

After, they lay tangled, hearts hammering. James traced lazy circles over Gareth's buzz. "Feels like velvet," he murmured. "Can't stop touching."

Gareth hummed, nuzzling closer. The room smelled of sex and cedar and a new excitement. James's lips brushed the crown of Gareth's head, voice soft but certain.

"Next time," he said, "we ditch the guards. I want you smooth as glass."

Gareth's spent cock gave an interested twitch. He smiled against James's neck.

"Promise?"

James sealed it with a kiss to his scalp. "Only if you'll return the favour."

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