The dream 18+ gustholomule (reposted)

hair gel

Matt Pov
I keep threading my finger through my chestnut hair enjoying the softness before I had to coat it all in a thick gel. My white unbuttoned shirt was unbuttoned and hanging loosely on my shoulder showing off my tan chest. With a soft sigh, I look at myself in the mirror checking out every little detail that my skin has. Normally I would love the witch looking back but I can't stand to look at my tired face. My dark circles were more noticeable than normal and I couldn't pull my eyes away from the small red bump forming on my face. "Ughh how did this even form" I mutter poking at it a bit even tho it no were near close to popping. "Because you keep letting your boyfriend cum on your face that's how," Steve said opening the door to my room and making me growl as I look at him through the mirror. "Cum does cause acne" I mutter as I start to button up my shirt Steve walks into my room with a few things in his hands. His dark hair was already slick back with gel making his horn more noticeable with no hair blocking it. He had the same white button-up and black dress pants that I was wearing. Besides him wearing a black vest with a clip-on tie that I was expected to wear as well.
"I think if you let anything plaster on your face it will give you acne," Steve said as he grabbed a jar of hair gel, making me shiver at the thought of having the gel in my hair. "Get that evil sticky stuff away from me," I said, swatting his hand away before covering my hair with my hands trying to protect it. Steve growled as he tried to grab my wrist and pull my hands away from my hair despite my protest. "So you're fine with sticky stuff all over your face but not in your hair?" Steve questioned me as he tried to tackle me or pin me to get the gel in my hair even though I would rather die than deal with that disgusting, time-wasting hair styling shit. "If it was Gus's sticky stuff then I wouldn't mind it in my hair," I said back, sticking my tongue out at him as I dive under his legs and try to crawl between his legs but he only grabs my ankle and pulls me back. "You and that dick I swear you put dick in adDICKted '' Steve said as he lifted me by my ankle and threw me up and grabbed my waist as I was in the air. Pulling me over his shoulder making me kick my legs and twist and turn in any way I can. "I can't help it! I NEED DICK!" I yelled as he threw me onto my bed and pin my body down with his leg.
"You're such a whore!" Steve yells back as he gets a handful of gel making me wip my head in any direction. "Joke on you like being degraded!" I yelled back as he managed to put one of his hands through my hair, slicing some of it down. "Just let me do your hair! You do this EVERY year!" Steve yelled as he tried to flatten my gorgeous hair with the evil no-good gel that was made straight out of the titan's ass. It definitely smells like it comes from there at least. I keep trying to squirm and kick my legs trying to get the bigger coven scout off of me with little results. "Oh my titan! If Gus was here you would have zero problems doing this," Steve said, slicking my hair down more before grabbing a small black comb. The worse part!
"THAT'S NOT TRUE AND GET THAT DEVIL COMB AWAY FROM ME!" I yell as I try harder to get away, making Steve grunt and let out a small sound of frustration. As soon as there was a small slip of freedom I took it. Slipping under his legs and making a run for it, I swing my door open and quickly run down the steps. I could hear Steve's heavier footsteps close behind me as I ran, already feeling my lungs begin to burn. Titan Im out of shape.
"You do this every year and I catch you every time!" Steve yells as I run into the living room, my hair already hardening from the gel. The house was neatly done more than normal with flowers in vases and the room smelling of vanilla. "You don't know this year might be the year I get away!" I yelled as Steve quickly followed me into the living room with one hand reaching out toward me. I could feel the tip of his finger brush against my neck making a cold sweat drip down my back. I quickly jump onto the couch ruining the nice display of throw pillows and blankets. I swing my legs over the top more for dramatic effect than actually escaping but what can I say, I'm gay we like being dramatic
"Mat Tholomule! I'm a trained coven scout who had been left on top of a mountain and ran away from a demon bigger than this house! The only kind of workout you ever get is getting FUCKED! And you're a bottom so you don't do shit but lay there and take it like a BITCH!" Steve yelled as he chased me around the house as I tried to use every move I had learned over the years. Diving under chairs and jumping over counters along with doing that thing where each witch is on one side of the table. And you go left and right until one runs, I don't know how to explain it but everyone with siblings has done it.
"I don't just take it like bitch! I put my work into it!" I yelled as I ran back up the stairs trying to get back to my room before he reached me. I could see my room at the end of the hall. My door still swung open. "I think that's the biggest lie you have ever told me," Steve yelled back at me as I dashed into my room and shoved my back to my door using all of my might into it. But instead of hearing the slamming of the door hitting the door frame the door was stopped by Steve putting his foot in the small opening. The wooden door pushes against his thick boot as he pushes the side of his body against the door. With a small grunt as I keep pushing against the door the other way forcing us to fight with which way the door will go. "It's just hair gel!" Steve yelled as she pushed against the door making it creak under its weight. I dug my heels into the floor as I pushed back sweat dripping down my face. "I don't understand why I need hair gel, my hair is amazing just the way it is!" I yelled back as my lungs burned from the running and my arms ached. "I don't understand why Gus wants to marry a whiny baby!" Steve yelled back making my heart jumped out of my chest as for a second I forgot what I was doing. My brain went blank as my cheeks burned forgetting to push against the door allowing Steve to push against it sending me flying against the floor. Before I could yell or fight back Steve already had me in a headlock and had his legs wrapped around my waist keeping me on the floor. I grunt as I try to twist my head with zero luck. My heart is still racing for a different reason now. "Are you done fighting?" Steve asked me, keeping my head in with a comb still in his hand that was the least of my concerns at the moment. "What did you say..." I ask as I stop fighting as my cheeks burn and my chest aches. A deep sinking ached as if a whirlpool swirling around him from pushing.
His headlock softened as he took a moment to think about what he said, leaving us in a long silence. My stomach curled into itself and twisted into a tight knot as nausea filled my body. I could almost feel myself go pale as my body goes limp as Steve takes me out of a headlock slowly. His legs unwrap themselves from my waist as my back met with his broad chest. My shaky hands turned into a shaking body as tears filled my eyes as his words replayed in my head. "I said I don't understand why Gus... likes you, yeah," Steve said in a softer tone as his muscular arms wrapped around my small and shaking body.
I just slowly nodded as I grip into my sleeves and pulled them over my hand before pushing them against my eyes. Collecting any tears before even had the chance to fall as I let his new words ring in my head. We both know that is not what he actually said but there was just this silent agreement to not talk about it any further. I tuck my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs as I stop fighting. The fight to save my hair no longer seems important anymore as I just sat down on the floor. My body curls up as I rest my chin on my knees, I listen to the sound of Steve undoing the lid of the hair gel. "I won't put in as much as I did last year," Steve said, his once angry and annoyed voice turning soft and gentle as if I was five years old all over again. Back when he still threw in the air and let me ride on his back as he ran around in the park on his only day off. The nights when he would carry my half-asleep body up the stairs despite his body being ten times more exhausted than mine. When he would gently lay me in my bed and turn on my night light for me because I was scared of the dark. I remember holding my stuffed sither beast plush up to my chest as my half-open eyes watched as he brought out his guitar. His finger were covered in band-aids and his rough hands were wrapped in bandages from his days training as a coven scout.
I know now how it physically hurt him to play the guitar with his swollen and sore hands yet every night he play for me. His deep and warned-out voice sang out to me no matter how weak his voice got that day. Even if his vocal cords were on the edge of snapping he keep singing for me. Until I fell asleep no matter how long I struggled or try to stay awake as long as I can he stayed right there. I even remember a few times was I woke up and he was sleeping against my bed. At the time I thought at the time thought he was just being silly but I see now that he was too tired to walk to his own bed. That he used every last bit of energy he had left to put me into bed. I feel like such a spoiled brat for not realizing it sooner, all the effort he put into raising me. For the time I didn't go to bed when I was told to and fought with him about what kind of food he fed me. But I know he didn't want me to know how much pain he was in and still he doesn't want me to know.
"What are you thinking about? You are never this quiet" Steve asked as he started to comb back my hair with all of the evil gel in it. "Things" I muttered back as I kept my eyes looking at the dirty hard wooden floor. "Whoa man, calm down on the details," Steve said with a small laugh as he keeps styling my hair making me laugh as well as claiming down my nerves. There was still this heavy dread that filled the air that made my throat feel like it was closing in on itself. The small laughter left the room as fast as it came, making the air stale and suffocating. It feels like I was walking through a house fire but instead of getting burned, it feels like the smoke was getting into my lungs and eyes. I sniffled a bit as I tried to focus all my attention on the feeling of the poky black combs going through my hair. After what felt like years of silence, where in reality it was most likely two minutes Steve spoke up.
"Hey, I'm sorry for saying-" Steve started to say but I cut him off before they could finish his sentence. "I don't know what you are talking about," I said keeping my eyes locked on the floor as my chest tightened. Steve sighed as she kept combing the hair gel through my chestnut color hair as it slowly started to harden. I swear this hair gel is just super glued with different packaging. "Matt, I know you're afraid of long-term commitment and falling in love with someone. You rather feel lust than love and that is why you hop onto any options for sex as soon as it shows itself. I know you want love and that you also crave it but you are also scared of it. You don't want a marriage that will fail and leave you alone with years of your life wasted on someone who didn't deserve it." Steve said in that sickly sweet voice that was so calm and peaceful that it was hard to get mad at.
I wanted to cover my ear and scream at him to shut up but I just sat there with my arms wrapped around my legs and a sound not leaving my mouth. His words stung like a needle that was put through a burning fire. Digging deep into my heart as tears build up in my eyes causing the back of my throat to dry and then burn. "I want you to try and do something for me," Steve said as he kept doing my hair, curling a few strains with his fingers and gel. I only hum back at him, my throat too dry to actually say words. "When you go out with Gus for your birthday, I want you to hold back on sex, I want you to actually be there and focus on your feelings," Steve told me which only made my stomach twist to the point where I could actually feel a bit of vomit come up my throat. The Idea of just thinking there with Gus and not using sex as a way to not focus on the future or how deeply I actually care about him scared me down to my magic sack. "I-I'm not sure" I mutter playing with my hands as I listen to what my older brother had to say. Picking at the skin around my nails until the skin became loose enough to bite and tear off despite how many times I had been told not to.
"One day then you can go back to riding his dick as much as your slutty heart desires," Steve said in a serious tone but I couldn't help but laugh at the words that just slipped past his lips. Which causes him to laugh soon after filling the once dreadful room light back up as he finishes destroying my hair. "Just think about it," Steve said before getting up off the ground with a small grunt like as if he was an old man. I guess being a coven scout will do that to your body. Maybe that's why we never see any old scouts. "I will think about it after being dick down," I said with a chuckle as he rolled his eyes and left the room. I just chuckle as I watch him close the door to my room leaving me all alone. The feeling of dread washes over me once again as I slowly stand up making my legs ache from them being crossed on the hard wooden floor. I slowly step to my body mirror and look at myself once again. My gorgeous locks were gel back so far that I swear it was going to touch my ass. Making my forehead look more like a fivehead as I had to resist the urge to run both of my hands through my hair and shake all around until it looked somewhat normal again.
I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror for a bit longer until I hear what sounded like howling and barking which was followed by footsteps and screaming. "oh yeah it's beast bear season" I mutter before picking up my father's beast keeping whistle and walk up the window making the sound of screaming becoming louder. I went up to the open window as a witch that I think was named Willow. the human was running away from a beast bear... or maybe chasing it. It was hard to tell from up was, either way, I blew the whistle making a high pitch sound ring out making the beast bear stop in its tracks and yelp. "GOT YAH!" The human said before jumping and grabbing the beast bear, wrapping her arms around its small fluffy body. "Luz! Beast bears are not friendly!" Willow said as two more beast bears follow soon after barking loudly. "If they're not friendly then why are they friend-shaped?" The human yelled again before the beast bear started to run as Luz held onto it, making Luz get dragged along. Making the human yell out something In one of her human languages as Willow chased after them trying to help Luz.
I could only laugh as I watched the event go down but it soon made me wonder if Gus is not with Willow and Luz then where is he? I didn't have to wait long before a pair of rich color hand grip onto my window sill. I quickly looked out and down and saw my boyfriend's red and panicked face looking back as he hung on my window sill.
"How romantic"