Thomas Barrow X Jimmy Kent .:The Chest Waxing:.

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“Excuse me?”

“You. Are. Getting. Your. Chest. Waxed.”

Thomas stared, dumbfounded, at the man standing opposite him who was grinning like an idiot. Said man’s name was Jimmy Kent. Jimmy was a man of self-pride and absolutely loved his body. He thought he was perfect. His slightly tanned skin, perfect. The way his hair was sandy blond and the way it naturally curled over at the top, perfect. He also loved the colour of his eyes and his height. But most of all, he loved the way he had made his body: fit but not too muscly. Because of this he wanted to show himself off. This meant that he wore no shirt whenever possible and that he regularly waxed himself at the slightest hint of bodily hair…anywhere. Whether this was healthy or not, he didn’t know but quite frankly, didn’t care. As painful as it was.

Jimmy was quite the opposite of his boyfriend, Thomas Barrow. He was slightly older than Jimmy, and so didn’t much care for the way his body looked. His ink black hair, baby blue eyes and pale skin was the combination of traits that Jimmy adored ever since he laid eyes on the older man. Thomas kept himself neat with often wearing suits and slicking his hair to one side, only picking the occasional baggy hoodie, joggers and scruffy hair for a weekend of relaxing. He liked to cover himself up, opposed to his partner who thought “the less clothes the better” and had often had a freaky night in after tempting Thomas in with his gorgeous body.

But Jimmy could see and understand why Thomas liked to cover up. He was in his mid-thirties and was at that age where the weight put itself on despite him trying his hardest to keep it off. However, Jimmy loved Thomas and his body no matter what it looked like. He loved that Thomas going a bit soft. He wasn’t out of shape but he was getting a bit squishy in places. Jimmy loved this, though, as he thought it made him cuddlier. The one thing he was not so keen on was that Thomas had quite a bit of chest hair. Jimmy had grown accustomed to not feeling any hair on his skin, so whenever they had a cuddle involving little (or no) clothing, he often shivered at the feeling of Thomas’ chest hair against his skin.

Although complaining to Thomas of his little problem, Thomas made no move to solve it as he didn’t think it was a big deal. So now the younger man was taking matters into his own hands. Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, taking it what his lover had said. “Jimmy, I love you but this is insane. I'm not doing it.”
“Tough luck. I’ve already got you booked in for 3 o’clock.” Jimmy snapped and pointed an accusing finger at the other man. “If you’d have done something when I told you about it I wouldn’t have to drag you there.”

Thomas, on the other hand, lowered his hand from his nose and narrowed his eyes at the blond. “You can’t accuse me of having hair in places hair should be! Plus, I don’t exactly have the type of body for it, so I’m not going.”

“You bloody well are.”

“Not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.

“Thomas Barrow, if you don’t get your arse down to that salon you’re not getting any sex for two weeks!” Jimmy pouted and folded his arms, staring right into Thomas’ eyes.

Thomas laughed and spoke mockingly. “As if you could go without sex for two weeks. I can manage but you’re a horny little bugger who can’t keep their shirt on.” Jimmy opened his mouth to retort but quickly shut it again. He wasn’t, after all, currently wearing a shirt. 

Damn.

He was right.

Finally, Jimmy was able to say something as he glared daggers at the triumphant looking Thomas. "That is not the point! You're getting that hairy chest of yours waxed whether you like it or not. End of discussion." With a reluctant sigh, Thomas finally agreed and they set off to the place where he was going to get his chest waxed. If he was going to get this done then the sooner he did the better.