Leaves glared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He was still mostly naked (a towel was wrapped around his waist), and wet, but that didn't bother him so much as what he was seeing in the mirror. There, at the base of his skull, was about a quarter of an inch of blond hair
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"Ahem."
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"Don't look at me! >_< I'm not decent!"
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"Usually people say that and then cover their upper parts, y'know. What's wrong with yer hair there?" He asked casually, breezing by Leaves. He carried with him the faint wisps of aroma of some kind of fragrant cigarette, and he grumbled to himself as he hung his towel up on one of the shower stall hooks.
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Leaves had had for the past five years two religions in his life: The flag, and keeping his hair the most violent shade of red imaginable. For Sarge to see his natural color was pure blasphemy, even if he did have deep feelings for him that he didn't understand quite yet.
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"Oh, come on, I've seen it before, kid, quit bein' so damned shy," Sarge said sufferingly.
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And, during his struggles, Leaves towel fell off.
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"Y'know, your jimmie's dangling."
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"Yeah, um...."
Slowly, he bent down to pick up his towel.
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"Hey, is that what you were hidin'? You afraid of a little blonde?" Sarge said with a smirk, glancing up toward his own hairline. "Ain't nothin' to be ashamed of. And 'sides, did I tell you you could pick that towel up?"
He leaned in dangerously close to Leaves, smiling that curious little grin he got when he was up to something.
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"D-don't get me wrong, Sarge," he stuttered, looking everywhere but at Sarge, "It's not that I don't like blonds, it looks great on you, it really does. It's just that I look funny as a blond and I like red so much better, and this is the first time anyone's seen my real hair color in forever..."
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"Well, I think it'd be pretty interesting to see ya blonde.. but if it bothers you that much, I could probably do a little something extra to see if I can get you a bit of perma-dye if you like..." His eyes closed as he grinned, running his fingertips alone the insides of Leaves' wrists.
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He could feel a rushing heat in is body, his heart fluttering madly in his chest, and something in him tighetened. But he didn't dare check; didn't dare look away from where his eys were locked onto Sarge's. He was waiting, waiting for the next move.
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"You want this? Just this little thing right now?"
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"Oh god, yes..." he breathed, his hands coming up to grasp Sarge's shoulders... for support, in case he fell over.
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This was more like it.
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It was a hell of a lot better than kissing that blue, that's for sure.
Clutching Sarge's shoulders, he moaned and returned the kiss, opening his mouth wide so his tongue could have better access.
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