A Hair Fic for whitepuppy
For whitepuppy because both she and Ray like Fraser with longer hair. :-)
Mild F/V slash rated PG.
To cut hair or not to cut hair?
Fraser stared in the mirror yes there was no doubt about it his hair had become longer during his stay in hospital. It also seemed to have turned a different shade but Fraser couldn’t yet work out an explanation for that. He combed it trying to style it as best he could, it had been over twenty years since it was this length.
He noticed Ray behind him in the mirror entering the apartment.
“Hey, Benny, what are you doing with your hair?”
“Combing it, Ray. Do you think I should have it cut?”
“You know, Benny a lot of men would envy your situation.”
“Why, Ray?”
“Ah, you know a full head of hair. Some of us haven’t been as well treated by mother nature.”
Fraser saw Ray run his hand over his scalp. Ray had had a rather drastic haircut in the hospital getting rid of most of his hair. Fraser did think it suited Ray though.
“Why did you cut your hair so…”
“Short?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“I was losing the battle, Benny. Mother Nature didn’t want me to have hair and I couldn’t argue. I’ve had a thinning hairline since I was twenty five, at least this way I don’t clog up the shower drain.”
“It’s very practical, Ray. What does it say?”
“It says…” Ray looked in the mirror. “It says here’s a guy who doesn’t need to rely on his hair, you know? It’s a subtle statement.”
“Ah.”
“And you know it says virility too.”
“It does?”
“Yeah,” Ray replied before leaning in to gently kiss Fraser on the lips. “And you shouldn’t cut your hair.”
“Why is that, Ray?”
“Because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
Fraser had to shiver as Ray ran his hands gently through his hair.
“Mmmm that’s nice, Ray.”
“Yeah, and it’s even nicer if I do this.”
Ray kissed him as well. Fraser would have sighed in pleasure at the feeling of Ray’s hands in his hair, running gently over his scalp and Ray’s lips on his. It was a wonderful combination.
When they parted Fraser smiled. “I don’t think I’ll have my hair cut after-all, Ray.”
“That’s great, Benny.”
“What does it say?”
“Right now? That we should go to bed.”
“It looks tired?”
“No, Benny it doesn’t show you want to sleep.”
“Ah. You know, Ray I think I should touch your hair too.”
“You can touch away, Benny.”
“It’s very soft, Ray….mmmmm…”
And for the next hour there was very little talk of hair at all.
Mild F/V slash rated PG.
To cut hair or not to cut hair?
Fraser stared in the mirror yes there was no doubt about it his hair had become longer during his stay in hospital. It also seemed to have turned a different shade but Fraser couldn’t yet work out an explanation for that. He combed it trying to style it as best he could, it had been over twenty years since it was this length.
He noticed Ray behind him in the mirror entering the apartment.
“Hey, Benny, what are you doing with your hair?”
“Combing it, Ray. Do you think I should have it cut?”
“You know, Benny a lot of men would envy your situation.”
“Why, Ray?”
“Ah, you know a full head of hair. Some of us haven’t been as well treated by mother nature.”
Fraser saw Ray run his hand over his scalp. Ray had had a rather drastic haircut in the hospital getting rid of most of his hair. Fraser did think it suited Ray though.
“Why did you cut your hair so…”
“Short?”
“Yes, Ray.”
“I was losing the battle, Benny. Mother Nature didn’t want me to have hair and I couldn’t argue. I’ve had a thinning hairline since I was twenty five, at least this way I don’t clog up the shower drain.”
“It’s very practical, Ray. What does it say?”
“It says…” Ray looked in the mirror. “It says here’s a guy who doesn’t need to rely on his hair, you know? It’s a subtle statement.”
“Ah.”
“And you know it says virility too.”
“It does?”
“Yeah,” Ray replied before leaning in to gently kiss Fraser on the lips. “And you shouldn’t cut your hair.”
“Why is that, Ray?”
“Because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
Fraser had to shiver as Ray ran his hands gently through his hair.
“Mmmm that’s nice, Ray.”
“Yeah, and it’s even nicer if I do this.”
Ray kissed him as well. Fraser would have sighed in pleasure at the feeling of Ray’s hands in his hair, running gently over his scalp and Ray’s lips on his. It was a wonderful combination.
When they parted Fraser smiled. “I don’t think I’ll have my hair cut after-all, Ray.”
“That’s great, Benny.”
“What does it say?”
“Right now? That we should go to bed.”
“It looks tired?”
“No, Benny it doesn’t show you want to sleep.”
“Ah. You know, Ray I think I should touch your hair too.”
“You can touch away, Benny.”
“It’s very soft, Ray….mmmmm…”
And for the next hour there was very little talk of hair at all.