The One Were Alex Gets A Haircut | Ryan/Alex | NC-17
Title: The One Were Alex Gets A Haircut
Author: emmyatthedisco
Pairing: Ryan/Alex
Rating: NC-17
Beta: afterxbrith
Summery: Ryan wants Alex to get a haircut. What is he willing to trade for it? (hint: it's probably something sexy)
Authors's Notes: CELEBRATION PORN! What are we celebrating? Well, The Young Veins are on tour and being FUCKING AWESOME! Also, I finished my bandombigbang fic, so that's pretty much win. I promised the_randomist I'd write her a haircut fic after i finished BBB, so... here it is! enjoy!
Typically, Ryan liked long hair. He liked it on men and women alike, and especially on people he was sleeping with. He liked sinking his fingers into soft strands; he liked playing with long locks, twisting them around his fingers. He’d been the one to persuade Jon to grow his hair out, and have even let his own grow to a somewhat unruly length before cutting it back.
Alex, though. Alex’s hair had moved past the sorta long and really sexy stage, to the point where he just looked like one of those creepy guys Spencer’s parents had warned the two of them about as children. It wasn’t even fun to play with anymore, too long to do anything with. And it always got in the way of important things, like sleeping, because it went everywhere when Alex laid down.
Ryan felt it was time for some drastic measures to be taken. Alex was annoyed with his own hair enough at this point that Ryan figured if he could offer some form of trade, a hair cut for something Alex wanted, then his chances were pretty high. The only problem was there wasn’t much Alex wanted that he didn’t already have. Even in bed, their kinks lined up so well that Alex hardly ever suggested anything that Ryan could even consider saying no to long enough to use as bait.
Until, that is, Alex brought out the anal plug. Now, Ryan was as much into toys as the next guy, they were fun sometimes, but no good substitute for the real thing. Alex, on the other hand, sort of loved them. Or more precisely, he loved torturing Ryan with them. Keeping a plug in all day, even a non-vibrating one, would be a literal pain in the ass by the end. And yet, when Alex asked, Ryan agreed. On one condition.
That was how Ryan found himself perched very carefully and as lightly as he could manage on a stool at the barber’s shop one afternoon. He was too focused on not moving to be paying much attention to what was going on in the chair, which was sort of annoying, because he’d been waiting months for this moment. Instead, all he could think about was how the thing inside him was rubbing just right against his prostate with even the slightest movement. He had no idea how Alex had managed to find the exact perfect size plug to fit snugly right up against his sweet spot, but it was driving him crazy.
Which, of course, was Alex’s plan. When Ryan did manage to look up and meet Alex’s gaze in the mirror, the older man was smiling wickedly. Ryan glared. His partner was evil. Alex just laughed, smile turning from wicked to affectionate, and Ryan looked down at his hands. He could never stay annoyed at Alex for too long.
Of course, Alex couldn’t be nice and just get his hair trimmed up to a reasonable length. No, he had to get a real boy’s cut, the kind he’d had before Ryan had even met him. Ryan usually tried to ignore the difference in their ages, to not think about how Alex had been most of the way through college before Ryan was even out of high school. But Ryan was fairly sure Alex hadn’t had this particular cut since Ryan was a high school junior.
Still, he wasn’t going to complain, at least it was cut. They walked out of the barber shop together, Ryan walking as delicately as he could and willing himself not to get hard, Alex strolling along tauntingly easily. To offer even more proof that Alex was evil, he insisted that they eat dinner out before heading home. Ryan agreed, mostly because he suspected if he said no Alex would make him walk all the way home, and he didn’t think he could make it.
Dinner was torture. Ryan was tired from an entire day of being turned on, his entire body ached from it, and now he had to sit across from Alex who was looking stupidly, innocently attractive. Ryan barely tasted the food he was eating, distracted in turn by Alex’s new hair and the way movement caused the toy to shift inside him.
Then, of course, Alex pulled out his phone and insisted they tag tweet their new haircuts. Ryan focused on framing a picture of Alex in the bad restaurant lighting and tried to not to look too horny in Alex’s own picture. Responses started pouring in right away, and Alex read some of the more amusing ones out loud. Several lamented the loss of Alex’s hair, which Ryan just did not understand, but most of the others just offered sexual favors. Ryan himself would offer Alex as many sexual favors as he wanted, as long as they went home and got this thing out of him, and he told the older man as much.
That, at least, got Alex moving. He graciously called them a cab so they wouldn’t have to walk back, though Ryan suspected he might end up paying for it. Alex was sort of a tricky fuck like that. But also, Ryan really didn’t care. He just wanted to get home.
Alex was pushing Ryan up against the wall by the entry hall as soon as the door was closed. Ryan let himself be manhandled back against the wall, opening up happily under Alex’s kiss. He brought his hands up, tangling them in Alex’s newly cut hair. It felt soft under his fingers, a bit shorter than he would have liked, but still a vast improvement. He hummed happily against Alex’s lips.
He liked the way things were with Alex, liked the way Alex just put him where he wanted him and took what he wanted. He let Alex tilt his head back, opened up as Alex fucked his tongue into Ryan’s mouth. Then Alex was gone, Ryan’s hands slipping from his hair as he dropped to his knees in front of the younger man.
“See, this was fun, wasn’t it?” Alex teased as he pulled Ryan’s shirt out of his waist band and unbuttoned his dress pants, which had become uncomfortably tight in the front. Ryan groaned as his pants fell to the floor, and let his head fall back against the wall. Alex would tease and torture all he wanted, but he was always good about returning a reward.
The only problem was, Ryan realized as Alex wrapped a hand loosely around his flushed hard cock, that he’d been on edge for so long that there was no way he’d be able to hold out. A whine of frustration escaped his throat, his hand scrabbling against the wall as Alex licked a little at the head of his cock. With the plug holding him open and taunting him all day, Ryan really didn’t want to settle for just a blowjob.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Alex said conversationally, “I’m gonna leave the plug in and suck you off. Then we’re gonna wait until you get it up again, I’ll take the plug out, and I’m gonna fuck you. Sound like a plan?”
Ryan made a garbled sound, which he hoped Alex would take as agreement. He seemed to, leaning forward to tease his tongue around the head again. Ryan tensed, trying not to thrust his hips forward, but that only served to jar the plug inside him, the toy rubbing against his prostate. Ryan moaned helplessly.
“Oh, and another thing,” Alex started, reaching out for Ryan’s hands. “Hands in my hair.”
That mostly wiped out Ryan’s ability to think. His entire consciousness narrowed down to the hot wet feeling of Alex’s mouth on his cock, the feeling of the smooth strands of Alex’s hair under his fingers and the constant, steady pressure of the plug in his ass. He was shuddering from it, gasping for air desperately. After being on edge for so fucking long, he had no idea how he’d managed to hold out for as long as he had.
Some part of his brain, one that was too distant and logical for him to understand right then, knew he should probably warn Alex as he started to come. He didn’t quite make it though, his head falling back against the wall as the waves of orgasm took him.
Alex made an annoyed sound, but rode it out. He pulled off once Ryan was spent, glaring up at the younger man. “Dude. Really?”
Ryan flapped apologetically, sliding to the floor as his muscles went limp. “Sorry,” he mumbled, groaning as the plug rubbed against him, too much and not enough.
A small smile broke across Alex’s face. “Do I get to come in you later?”
Ryan cracked an eye open to look at him. “Have you recently acquired any STDs you haven’t told me about?”
The older man snorted, shaking his head. “Not recently, no.”
“Then sure, whatever.”
Alex laughed, leaning forward to steal another kiss, and Ryan raised his hand to run and ran it through his partner’s hair. “Thanks,” he said seriously when they broke apart, tugging at it lightly.
“You too,” Alex returned, smiling genuinely. Then the serious moment was gone, and Alex was rolling to his feet, holding out a hand to Ryan. “Come on. There was a second half to this plan.”
Ryan laughed, letting Alex pull him to his feet. That was another thing about Alex. He always made good on his promises.
Author: emmyatthedisco
Pairing: Ryan/Alex
Rating: NC-17
Beta: afterxbrith
Summery: Ryan wants Alex to get a haircut. What is he willing to trade for it? (hint: it's probably something sexy)
Authors's Notes: CELEBRATION PORN! What are we celebrating? Well, The Young Veins are on tour and being FUCKING AWESOME! Also, I finished my bandombigbang fic, so that's pretty much win. I promised the_randomist I'd write her a haircut fic after i finished BBB, so... here it is! enjoy!
Typically, Ryan liked long hair. He liked it on men and women alike, and especially on people he was sleeping with. He liked sinking his fingers into soft strands; he liked playing with long locks, twisting them around his fingers. He’d been the one to persuade Jon to grow his hair out, and have even let his own grow to a somewhat unruly length before cutting it back.
Alex, though. Alex’s hair had moved past the sorta long and really sexy stage, to the point where he just looked like one of those creepy guys Spencer’s parents had warned the two of them about as children. It wasn’t even fun to play with anymore, too long to do anything with. And it always got in the way of important things, like sleeping, because it went everywhere when Alex laid down.
Ryan felt it was time for some drastic measures to be taken. Alex was annoyed with his own hair enough at this point that Ryan figured if he could offer some form of trade, a hair cut for something Alex wanted, then his chances were pretty high. The only problem was there wasn’t much Alex wanted that he didn’t already have. Even in bed, their kinks lined up so well that Alex hardly ever suggested anything that Ryan could even consider saying no to long enough to use as bait.
Until, that is, Alex brought out the anal plug. Now, Ryan was as much into toys as the next guy, they were fun sometimes, but no good substitute for the real thing. Alex, on the other hand, sort of loved them. Or more precisely, he loved torturing Ryan with them. Keeping a plug in all day, even a non-vibrating one, would be a literal pain in the ass by the end. And yet, when Alex asked, Ryan agreed. On one condition.
That was how Ryan found himself perched very carefully and as lightly as he could manage on a stool at the barber’s shop one afternoon. He was too focused on not moving to be paying much attention to what was going on in the chair, which was sort of annoying, because he’d been waiting months for this moment. Instead, all he could think about was how the thing inside him was rubbing just right against his prostate with even the slightest movement. He had no idea how Alex had managed to find the exact perfect size plug to fit snugly right up against his sweet spot, but it was driving him crazy.
Which, of course, was Alex’s plan. When Ryan did manage to look up and meet Alex’s gaze in the mirror, the older man was smiling wickedly. Ryan glared. His partner was evil. Alex just laughed, smile turning from wicked to affectionate, and Ryan looked down at his hands. He could never stay annoyed at Alex for too long.
Of course, Alex couldn’t be nice and just get his hair trimmed up to a reasonable length. No, he had to get a real boy’s cut, the kind he’d had before Ryan had even met him. Ryan usually tried to ignore the difference in their ages, to not think about how Alex had been most of the way through college before Ryan was even out of high school. But Ryan was fairly sure Alex hadn’t had this particular cut since Ryan was a high school junior.
Still, he wasn’t going to complain, at least it was cut. They walked out of the barber shop together, Ryan walking as delicately as he could and willing himself not to get hard, Alex strolling along tauntingly easily. To offer even more proof that Alex was evil, he insisted that they eat dinner out before heading home. Ryan agreed, mostly because he suspected if he said no Alex would make him walk all the way home, and he didn’t think he could make it.
Dinner was torture. Ryan was tired from an entire day of being turned on, his entire body ached from it, and now he had to sit across from Alex who was looking stupidly, innocently attractive. Ryan barely tasted the food he was eating, distracted in turn by Alex’s new hair and the way movement caused the toy to shift inside him.
Then, of course, Alex pulled out his phone and insisted they tag tweet their new haircuts. Ryan focused on framing a picture of Alex in the bad restaurant lighting and tried to not to look too horny in Alex’s own picture. Responses started pouring in right away, and Alex read some of the more amusing ones out loud. Several lamented the loss of Alex’s hair, which Ryan just did not understand, but most of the others just offered sexual favors. Ryan himself would offer Alex as many sexual favors as he wanted, as long as they went home and got this thing out of him, and he told the older man as much.
That, at least, got Alex moving. He graciously called them a cab so they wouldn’t have to walk back, though Ryan suspected he might end up paying for it. Alex was sort of a tricky fuck like that. But also, Ryan really didn’t care. He just wanted to get home.
Alex was pushing Ryan up against the wall by the entry hall as soon as the door was closed. Ryan let himself be manhandled back against the wall, opening up happily under Alex’s kiss. He brought his hands up, tangling them in Alex’s newly cut hair. It felt soft under his fingers, a bit shorter than he would have liked, but still a vast improvement. He hummed happily against Alex’s lips.
He liked the way things were with Alex, liked the way Alex just put him where he wanted him and took what he wanted. He let Alex tilt his head back, opened up as Alex fucked his tongue into Ryan’s mouth. Then Alex was gone, Ryan’s hands slipping from his hair as he dropped to his knees in front of the younger man.
“See, this was fun, wasn’t it?” Alex teased as he pulled Ryan’s shirt out of his waist band and unbuttoned his dress pants, which had become uncomfortably tight in the front. Ryan groaned as his pants fell to the floor, and let his head fall back against the wall. Alex would tease and torture all he wanted, but he was always good about returning a reward.
The only problem was, Ryan realized as Alex wrapped a hand loosely around his flushed hard cock, that he’d been on edge for so long that there was no way he’d be able to hold out. A whine of frustration escaped his throat, his hand scrabbling against the wall as Alex licked a little at the head of his cock. With the plug holding him open and taunting him all day, Ryan really didn’t want to settle for just a blowjob.
“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” Alex said conversationally, “I’m gonna leave the plug in and suck you off. Then we’re gonna wait until you get it up again, I’ll take the plug out, and I’m gonna fuck you. Sound like a plan?”
Ryan made a garbled sound, which he hoped Alex would take as agreement. He seemed to, leaning forward to tease his tongue around the head again. Ryan tensed, trying not to thrust his hips forward, but that only served to jar the plug inside him, the toy rubbing against his prostate. Ryan moaned helplessly.
“Oh, and another thing,” Alex started, reaching out for Ryan’s hands. “Hands in my hair.”
That mostly wiped out Ryan’s ability to think. His entire consciousness narrowed down to the hot wet feeling of Alex’s mouth on his cock, the feeling of the smooth strands of Alex’s hair under his fingers and the constant, steady pressure of the plug in his ass. He was shuddering from it, gasping for air desperately. After being on edge for so fucking long, he had no idea how he’d managed to hold out for as long as he had.
Some part of his brain, one that was too distant and logical for him to understand right then, knew he should probably warn Alex as he started to come. He didn’t quite make it though, his head falling back against the wall as the waves of orgasm took him.
Alex made an annoyed sound, but rode it out. He pulled off once Ryan was spent, glaring up at the younger man. “Dude. Really?”
Ryan flapped apologetically, sliding to the floor as his muscles went limp. “Sorry,” he mumbled, groaning as the plug rubbed against him, too much and not enough.
A small smile broke across Alex’s face. “Do I get to come in you later?”
Ryan cracked an eye open to look at him. “Have you recently acquired any STDs you haven’t told me about?”
The older man snorted, shaking his head. “Not recently, no.”
“Then sure, whatever.”
Alex laughed, leaning forward to steal another kiss, and Ryan raised his hand to run and ran it through his partner’s hair. “Thanks,” he said seriously when they broke apart, tugging at it lightly.
“You too,” Alex returned, smiling genuinely. Then the serious moment was gone, and Alex was rolling to his feet, holding out a hand to Ryan. “Come on. There was a second half to this plan.”
Ryan laughed, letting Alex pull him to his feet. That was another thing about Alex. He always made good on his promises.