Brendon is definitely the party type... however, Dallon really isn't.
Dallon lost a bet, Brendon lost a bet.
Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time
Basically in which Dallon and Brendon meet at a party, and are instantly attracted to each other. But Bre...
"I'm sorry for getting so upset with you." Dallon said, pressing kisses to the side of Brendon's neck as they lied together on the couch.
"It's okay baby, I forgive you. I shouldn't have tried to force you into something you didn't want to do." Brendon said, smiling. Dallon didn't respond, he only ran his fingers through his hair, that was getting longer and longer.
"I need to get my hair cut." Dallon said, and Brendon looked up at the taller man's hair before agreeing.
"Yeah, you do. I can cut it." He said, and Dallon laughed.
"I don't know if I trust you with a sharp object near my face." He said, and Brendon rolled his eyes before he stood up from the couch quicky.
"Come to the bathroom." He said, grabbing a chair from their table and pulling it into their bathroom. He pulled out a pair of scissors from a drawer, and Dallon hesitantly sat on the chair.
"Make it look good." Dallon said, as Brendon pulled out his electric razor and plugged it in.
"I know what I'm doing." He said, and began to comb Dallon's hair. Once all the tangles were out, he sprayed it with water and ran his fingers through it tugging on the ends a little, to Dallon's delight. He sighed in pleasure, letting his head fall back slightly.
"I'll make sure I leave enough for me to pull on later." Brendon said, smirking. Dallon blushed and said, "Shut up."
"What? It's not my fault you like having your hair pulled, you kinky bastard." Brendon teased, making Dallon's cheeks and ears turn even more red.
Brendon picked up the scissors and began to trim the hair around Dallon's face; his light brown fringe falling to the floor. Brendon traded the scissors for his razor, and held it to the side of Dallon's head.
"Hang on, babe, are you shaving my head or something?" Dallon asked, nervous.
"Trust me." Brendon said simply, and began to cut the hair on the sides of Dallon's head off. He shaved the sides and back until there was only a short layer of hair left, then began to trim the longer top with the scissors.
Brendon turned on the hair dryer when he was finished, blowing away all the hair and fluffing up what was left.
"You can look now, I'm done." Brendon said, and dallon turned to look in the mirror.
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He had to admit, although he was nervous to trust Brendon with his hair; he liked it.
