The dream 18+ gustholomule (reposted)

hair cut

Matt pov
My stomach keeps flipping and twisting as the back of my throat becomes as dry as my mom's food. Words got stuck in my throat leaving a lump that would hardly breathe through leaving me light-headed. Along with my already shaky legs making it hard to stand up on my own, my new lightless head wasn't helping. I placed my hand on the wall as nausea crept up my body as my eye connected with the young man in the kitchen. "OH, say Matt your hair is quite grown out," Steve said, placing down the bowl onto the counter making a small tap sound as the metal hit the wood. An awkward smile took over his face as he clapped his hands together and he started to walk towards me. "Let me trim that for you," He said as he placed his hands on my shoulder as his eyes screamed how sorry he was. He started to push me towards the bathroom forcing my legs to move across the wooden floor.
"I'm so sorry they weren't supposed to be back until morning but they came home early" He whispered in my ear as I tried to let air enter my lungs once again trying to wrap my head around what I just saw. "They never seem to be on time," I muttered as Steve opened the door to the bathroom and pushed me inside. A sigh left his lips as he closed the door behind us running his hand over his face. His regular dark circles seem to have deepened and darkened and his hair appears more shagged. His STEVE shirt was wrinkled and had a few new stains that would take a few washes to get out. "What did they do to you?" I asked as he opened up one of the cupboards and pulled out a small black bag that held the trimmer. "I do not want to talk about it," He muttered as he pulled the stool that we keep in the corner of the room for this exact reason towards the mirror. Adjusting it a few times before patting it encouraging me to take a seat as he started to set up the clippers.
"That bad huh?" I asked as I sat down on the stiff stool running my hand through my hair for the last time. He nodded tiredly as he draped a towel over my shoulders letting the rough fabric rub against Gus's sweatshirt. "But what about you? Did you have a good time?" He asked me before yawning and covering his mouth with his free hand, closing his eyes briefly. I couldn't help but smile as my cheek turned a deep cherry red gripping the rim of the stool. Letting the cold metal take over my warm palms as I wiggled my hips slightly as I giggled. He raised an eyebrow at me as he turned on the trimmers making a loud buzzing sound take over the small room making it echo off the walls. I sway my feet as memories of today's events go through my head making a warm fill my stomach.
"Oh, I had fun," I said before biting my bottom lip as I felt the clippers touch my neck making the buzzing sound louder. Making a weirdly nice feeling as it goes up my neck and stops around halfway on my skull. Letting chestnut-colored hair fall onto the towel as they move the clipper away from my head for a moment before hitting a new area. "What happened to 'My boyfriend is sick, why would I want something sexual or do something sexual' you were preaching this morning," he said, making his voice higher pitch when he quotes me which was what I assume was a failed attempt to mimic me.
I rolled my eyes as I felt the nice feeling of the trimmer going up my head and cutting off the overgrown hair. "Well that was the plan," I said, swaying my hand slightly making the towel shift with the movement "Was? What changed?" he asked as he carefully moved the clipper around my ear trying his best not to nick it. The buzzing rings in my ear as I try to think of the right words to say. What did change it? I mean I woke up that morning when the intent was to just take care of him. Did that text I sent change it? Or when was it when he touched me and got me all worked up? Was it when I was on my knees and had my throat fuck raw? Titan that was amazing when he did that though, so rough yet so loving.
"I'm not sure, I just can't help myself around him," Try to explain as he wipes over my sideburns a few times. He hummed waiting for me to continue as I could feel loose hair stick to my face. I try to wipe it away as the trimmer hits the other side of my head running up it slowly. "Okay so like when I'm alone I think about all these cute things like flowers and cuddling on the couch," I said as I repressed the urge to let my fingers wipe through my hair but rather let them mess with my sweat pants. "But when I'm actually with him," I started before sighing, letting my eyes meet with the floor that was now covered in my hair. "My pants are on the ground and a dick up my ass before I know it," I finished making him pull the trimmer away from my head as he just stared at me. I watch as he opens his mouth only for nothing to fall out but half attempt at words. "Okay," He finally was able to let out, shaking his head slightly.
"Like last night I was thinking about laying in bed with him and playing with his hair gently as he sleeps. Making sure he was ok and keeping an eye on his fever but as soon as I got there I was on my knees and was getting a dick shoved down my throat" I said making Steve stop again but I continued before he could say anything. "And the bath was going to be sweet and such but we ended up fucking in but which was AMAZING but that's not the point," I said swaying my hand slightly.
"You did WHAT, do you know how dangerous that is!" Steve yelled, making me sigh as I get ready for an ear full. "One of you guys could have fallen and really hurt yourself and water washes away lube, and is a horrible lube by itself as well," He stated as I used one of my hands to mimic a mouth, flapping around as he kept going on and on about the dangers. Rolling my eyes before I look at myself in the mirror that has a few smudges from unwanted touches. The once-overgrown was now buzzed beside a little place on my left that he was getting to until he went on about the dangers of bath sex. "You shouldn't mock the guy who is cutting your hair," He suddenly said, making me chuckle as I looked back at him making the hair that was on the towel fall to the floor. "If you finish doing it first," I said, making him roll his eyes before waving me off making me turn back around.
The buzzing came back to my face as he trimmed up the last place making that nice feeling come back. I have always liked my hair getting buzzed, it is a shame I can only get it done every few months for 15 minutes at best. "But that was not all," I said, making him raise an eyebrow at me as he finished up the last place. Lapping over the place a few times before lining up the edges trying to make them straight. It's about the only straight thing on me or about me overall. "Well after the bath we fuck on the bathroom counter, well I fell out of the bath first," I said making him laugh as a clicking sound made the buzzing come to a close as he turn off the trimmer. Unclipping the clippers before putting the tool back into the little black bag it came in before pulling out a small pair of scissors. The metal reflected off the light as he snipped them a few times before bringing them to my face. "But after the counter, we went to his room where I sucked his dick while he was on the phone with his Dad. After that, I got tied up and blindfolded then he plowed into me like there was no tomorrow to the point where my hearing went out. I'm not sure if that's normal but after we took a nap where I was lovelily woken by my dick in his mouth. Honestly, if I could wake up like that every morning I think I would be a morning witch and go to bed early. But after that, I told him all kinds of dirty things to him as he jacked off and cum on my chest. We also fuck right in front of the door when his dad was coming home in less than 25 minutes" I said without thinking much about it as I watch my own hair fall onto the floor as he trim the edge of my hair.
"You have no shame do you?" He asked as he ran his hand through my hair shaking out any loose hair. "That's what the comments section says, I said as I listened to the sound of the scissors cutting through my hair. Letting the dead ends flow to the ground as the back of my head felt colder than before. "The what?" Steve asked looking over my hair trying to make sure everything is even or at least looked nice. I just shrug my shoulders as I run my finger through my freshly cut hair. Letting any loose stains fall with a sigh as I started to feel the aftermath of my actions letting the soreness take over the lower half of my body. "Nothing, but Mom and Dad huh?" I said as he started to put away the scissors in the same small black bag that the timmers were in. grabbing onto the silver zipping and closing the bag for a few months until either of us need a well-needed trim.
"Yeah? What about them?" He asked putting away the bag as I could feel my stomach twist and turn into a tight knot. My hands shook as I messed with them, rubbing my hands over my knuckles. "Do you think they should meet Gus?" I asked, making him stop in his tracks and making my heart sink as I regret saying anything. Sighing I threw the hair-covered towel on the ground letting some get under my shirt leaving an itchy feeling behind. "Nevermind" I mutter standing up, making the stool creek under me as I release it from my weight. Steve opens his mouth only to close it again as he looks at the ground rubbing his form arm.
Regret filled every inch of my body as I moved the tool back to the corner. It came from the feet sliding against the floor. My stomach curls as I push the stool into the tight corner making it tilt slightly to the left. "Matt," I could hear Steve sigh as I wrapped my finger around the broom that rested near the stool. Letting the cold plastic take over my palm as I look over at Steve who is rubbing the back of his neck. Shame filled his eyes as he opened his hand toward me, his tan skin glistening in the light. "I just don't want you to get your hope up," he explains as I drop the broom into his hand allowing one hand to grip around its black rubber top. The other one gripping onto the unnecessary bright green plastic that seems to blind anything in its sight. I only crossed my arms and leaned my back against the wall letting the wallpaper rub against Gus's hoodie that I was still wearing.
That had a smell of maple scream mixed with his musk that created a weirdly lovely aroma that I just wanted to wrap my whole body in. "You know how Mom and Dad are," He said as the sound of the plastic fibers on the bottom of the broom scraped against the floor and moved around the chestnut-colored hair. "They are too busy with their work," He continued, keeping his eyes locked on the ground, swiping any strain of hair into one pile. I bit my lip as I dug my nails into the fabric of the sweatshirt making wrinkles start to form. "But I never brought a boyfriend home, maybe it will be different this time," I explained as I try to build some kind of hope that things may change for once in our life. For once maybe they will look up from their phone or their paperwork and say something to our faces. I want them to be proud of who I brought home and see just how amazing Gus is.
Steve sighs loudly, catching my attention from my running thoughts, our eyes locking together. "I would like to believe that... but I think we both know that thing won't change," He said, making my heart seem to shader into a million pieces as I tighten my grip on the sleeves of the sweatshirt. The back of my throat burned as my nose started to run, making me sniffle and wipe my nose. Tightening my lips as I felt something build up in my throat that begged to crawl out and let itself be loud and proud. "Matt," He said before whistling, making the broom have a red glow to it before it started to move by itself.
Swiping my hair as he steps around the float broom as walks up to me running his hand through his hair. I tried to back away but my back was already against the wall so I just turned my body slightly to the left. "I know that you would like to believe that Mom and Dad would welcome Gus with open arms but we both know that wouldn't happen.... They don't even do that for us," He said, his own voice cracking halfway through making my ear twitch at the sound. I slowly looked over at him, allowing me to see his blue eyes glisten as water filled them. "But Gus has a thing about him, he can be friends with anyone... or is that more Luz," I said with a small smile making him chuckle and wipe his eyes as he kept walking towards me.
"On second thought that definitely Luz maybe I should bring her home instead," I joked with a small laugh as he stood next to me with a small sniffle as he held back his own tears. I rub my arms as I watch the broom swipe the last of the chestnut color hair that once rested on my head. We stand there in silence for a moment just letting the open air warp us in a mix of emotions. Despair maybe shame whatever the biggest one is it filled the both of us.
After what felt like an hour of silence which was most likely only a few minutes a long sigh left Steve's mouth. "Well if Gus is coming over for dinner, we are going to need to fix up your neck first," He said with a small smile as he looked over at me relighting a small spark of hope back into my chest. Before thinking about the countless number of purple hickeys that covered my neck. "Oh yeah those," I said with a small chuckle as a blush crept up to my cheeks making me rub my neck slowly. Feeling the small tingle of my finger bush over the bruises that had only been made hours before. "Yeah, those" He mocked as he looked over my neck before twirling his finger making a small ring appear above it. Slowly brings his finger towards my neck making me quickly cup both sides. Blocking the spell from healing the broken blood vessels mark that decorated my neck.
He only raise an eyebrow at me clearly not amused by my attempt to keep the new addition to my neck "I like them, Besides I can hide them with an illusion spell," I said uncovering my neck, getting ready to show an example until a small shock hit the bruised skin sending a small tingle of pain to go down my neck. "Ow, what was that fo-" Before I could let the last word slip I watched in the mirror how the purple bruises turned blue. Then to yellowish with a mix of brown before finally going into a bright red that faded into my skin. "STEVE!" I yelled rubbing my hand over the newly healed skin as if it was just going to reappear if I rub hard enough. Well, I guess it could but it wouldn't be a hickey but more of a burn than anything.
"I know, I know you like them but there are so many," He explained, using his free hand to point to my neck, still not very unamused. I only huffed and pulled my body away from the spell-casting hand trying to keep what was left of these lovely markings. Crossing my arms and tightly sealed my lips together as an annoyed feeling bubbles in my stomach. "Matt you don't need ten million hickeys," He said before zapping another one, sending a sting of pain down my neck and pulling a small yelp from me. Making me quickly cover the quickly faded hickey as I growled at him. "I can have as many hickeys as I want," I barked back as he just stared back at me, keeping the spell cast finger right up ready to attack me again.
He didn't say anything, just stared at me telling me everything he wanted to say without opening his mouth. Growling I narrowed my eyes and furred my eyebrows making him place his free hand on his hip and tilted his weight to that one side. Kept one eyebrow raised as he leaned towards me slightly locking his eyes with mine. His blue eyes swam to my light brown ones making a cold sweat run down my back. But I held my ground, I'm not going to let him erase Gus's hard work he left these on me. These are his marks and it shows how I am his along with all the fun we had together.
"No," I finally said after a good few seconds of silence staring trying to show our dominance over each other. He might be older but I'm hella more stubborn, besides having active sex live I find how dominant I am even with being a bottom. "Matt," was the only thing he said back keeping his eye locked onto mine hardly blinking. Smacking his lips trying to prove his point with only that sound. "I will use illusions," I said making his eye narrow as he brought the spell cast finger towards me. "I will heal it," He said taking a step towards me and bringing his finger towards my neck. His eyes suddenly widen as his eye met with my neck making me turn towards the mirror trying to see what he was looking at. "DID HE BITE YOU?" He yelled uncasting the spell and grabbing into his shoulder and pulling me closer towards him.
Making a strong flashback comes full force of the wet messy bathtub sex when I ask for him to cum inside of me. Which made him groan and bite down at my shoulder as he came inside of me. I could feel my face burn a deep red as I tried to cover the bite mark on my shoulder and neck. "What nooo," I said with an awkward laugh that failed miserably to cover up my lie that he could spot out without even trying. He quickly grabs my wrist and pulls them exposing my neck. "HE DID, TWICE!" He yelled looking over my neck, his eyes widened, making me sigh and roll my eyes. I don't know why two little bite marks got his dick in a twist, it's not like he broke the skin they will fade in under 25 hours.
"So what if he did?" I asked, pulling my wrist out of his grapes with one strong tug allowing me to cross my arms. "Titan, you can't bite each other, now let me continue to heal you," He said, twirling his finger and grabbing onto my shoulder trying to keep me in place thanks to his training that was easy for him to do. Growling I covered my neck with my hands again as I tried to pull away but he had an iron grip. Locking me into place as I hopelessly try to wiggle my way out of his grasp. "Nooo, I want to keep them," I complained, pulling my head farther away from him trying to keep what was left. I could hear him loudly sigh and see him roll his eyes in the reflection of the mirror "I will let you keep one," He said using his spell-cast finger to count out how many I could keep.
"Four" I mutter, making him groan as he tries to find a way to slip past my hands to heal what he can. "One," He said, making me snarl at him as I tried to stomp on his boot only for him to doge my attack. "Three," I fought back as he sighs, looking quite annoyed by my actions at this point. "Two and that is it," He said, making me sigh as I knew that there was no other way out of his death grip. "Fine," I spat, letting my hands fall to the sides, exposing my neck, letting despair fill my body. A small shock hit my neck making me finch at the small strike of pain that hit my skin. Before another short strike of pain hit again making me let out a small yelp. "Ow, are you sure you're healing or just shocking me for fun," I mutter as I watch the marks fade into my skin as his finger keeps tapping on the bruised areas.
"I'm healing calm down, there are just hickeys I'm sure you get new ones before awhile Gus has dinner with us with you being such a p-" I cut him off before he could finish I slapped my hand over my neck, "YOU SAID I COULD KEEP TWO!" I yelled, making him sigh and roll his eyes before unicasting the spell. He let go of my shoulder and held up his hands trying to make himself less threatening. "Sorry sorry, how about you go take a shower and wash any hair off of you before heading to bed, I will tell Mom and Dad about Gus." He said as he stepped towards the door before whistling making the broom finish up its job before going back into the corner next to the tilt stool. "Good, I have a plug in me that is keeping cum in my ass, as much as it is hot it also feels weird," I said as I pulled the shower curtain to the side and pulled into the lever making the shower head scream before warm water sprays out.
"Again with the shame, where is yours?" He asked as the sound of the door creaking open mixed with the sound of rushing water. I just shrugged my shoulder even though I knew the truth, it was all thanks to my old school. The less shame you had the most likely you were to survive in that hell of a place. No shame means no guilt and no guilt means you can do what you need to get out alive. Yet.... I didn't survive.
With a shiver, I shook my head trying to get rid of the thought before gripping the bottom of Gus's sweatshirt. "I don't know what happened to it," I lied as I started to pull the soft fabric over my head and shake it trying to get any loose hair off. I could feel my stomach curl as I tightened my grip on the fabric in my hands. "Matt... You know I can tell you lie," I could hear him say as he placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it gently. I shuffled my shoulder knocking his hand off as I kept my eyes locked on the sweatshirt in my hands. He only sighs before opening the door, letting the chatter between our parents fill the empty air. "I get it, you don't want to talk about it but when you do," He paused for what reason I'm not sure, maybe for me to say something or to look back. But my eyes stayed locked onto the fabric as I could feel my ear fall slightly. "You know where to find me, now take a shower before you use all the hot water," He said as I could hear his footsteps walk out of the door before stopping. I could feel his eyes dig into my back before the door finally closed.
I stood there for a second not moving, not thinking just setting the slowly building steam air filling my lungs. Sighing I let one hand let go of the sweatshirt and run through my freshly cut hair. My eyes met my rope burn wrist looking them over, there wasn't too bad just mostly damage on the top layer of skin. A simple healing spell or a few days rest will be good as new as if it never happened. The more I looked at it the more I thought about how it was formed and what happened after. How soft his face was as he looked down at me, his lips placing small sweet kisses onto the burn. His eyes filled with so much passion, and he looked at me like I was the more important thing in this world.
My heart flutters as I pull the sweatshirt to my chest squeezing it and letting his sweet addicting smell take over my nose. With a love-filled sigh, I slowly place down the sweatshirt for now because as soon as I leave that shower it goes right back on. I pull my shirt off next letting the fabric caching onto my chin for a moment before sliding off my head. I lazily threw it to the new sweep floor before doing the same action with my pants. Making a small pile before I dug my thumbs under the deep red boxer that Gus let me borrow. Just thinking about where they have been in the past made my cheek burn the same deep red. "Don't think about it, Don't think about it," I mutter to myself as I slip the soft fabric off my body as my mind wanders to other places before setting on Boscha.
Knowing her she is not going down without a fight, not a physical one unfortunately or I would beat her without even blinking. But rather than a mental one, she will find a way to dance around us and make fools out of us. She always has too much free time on her hands to play with others, we are just toys in her own mental mind game. Only if it is whatever her sport is called season then she would be too busy to mess with us. Too busy...
A little idea pops into my head at that moment making a smirk break out along with a small chuckle. Oh, Bosa you mess with the wrong guy who has too many stings who he can pull any time he likes. If a fight is what Boscha wants then a fight she will get.