Pink Bits
Travis moans quietly when Derek starts working his fingers through his hair.
It feels nice. It relaxes him.
The bathroom is filled with fumes from the hair dye making Derek cough every now and again and wish that there was a bigger window in the room.
The latex gloves that encase Derek’s hands are making his palms sweaty and sticky.
When Derek has finished coating Travis’s hair in the black gunk Derek pulls the gloves from his hands and disposes them quickly.
They spend the half hour required for the dye to develop playing thumbs wars, Travis losing 6 to 8.
When it’s time for the dye to be rinsed out, Derek helps Travis step out of his pants and into the shower joining him a second later to assist in the removal of the dye. As soon as the water runs clear Derek starts massaging in the oatmeal conditioner that came with the dye.
After everything has been washed from Travis’s hair and they are both partially dressed and dried Derek begins to towel dry Travis’s hair, admiring the new pitch black of his hair and oddly missing the pink bits.
Travis turns to him and grins, “Thanks, ‘Rek,”
Derek just smiles and leads him into their bedroom so he can be thanked properly.