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(edit: 12/19/19: well we had this rating once at least!!! LMAO, rip #1 in Vinesauce) (PS: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. We wanted to release the Joel and Vinny chapters in bulk so both my Vinny fans and my Joel fans can enjoy)
"Maybe we should have planned better for this. I don't want your shirt to get rui-" he stopped as you pulled your shirt off and tossed it aside. Underneath was a dye stained camisole. "I need to quit forgetting you've done this before." He blushed a bit in embarrassment and let out a slight chuckle.
More music was blaring quietly in the background, but it had no relevance to the plot so the lyrics were not listed.
You giggled and wrapped your arms tightly around him before tossing off your shower cap, leaning over the bathroom sink, and turning on cold water, feeling it run over your scalp and instantly soothe the itchy, burning pain which was on it from the bleach. Joel put another pair of plastic gloves on, gently beginning to massage the bleach out of your hair and grabbing some toning shampoo, massaging that into your scalp and hair before again taking off his gloves.
"You're pretty good at that, Joel. Have you done this before?" You giggled, closing your eyes as the suds from the shampoo began running down your face.
"Nah, I haven't, I just have long hair that I like to take care of is all." He said, as all the suds washed out, and he began to lather some repairing conditioner into your hair. "Wow, with the conditioner your hair doesnt even feel like it just got bleached to hell."
"Yeah, usually when you aren't going for platinum hair it doesn't feel too dead when you condition it, unless your hair is mega-thin. Or, get this. I had a friend who dyed her hair, like, EVERY day. She'd bleach it too. One day she came in with a shaved head, because her hair had literally had enough of the damage that was being dealt to it and had started to BREAK OFF." You giggled as the conditioner settled in your hair. "I wanna shave my head some day. Definitely not now, but maybe next semester when the exams start getting to me."
"Oh, I'd love to help." Chuckled Joel, leaning against you and running his fingers through your softened hair. He gently combed his fingers through, getting all of the conditioner out slowly and nicely as to keep your hair soft and de-tangled. "Alright, so now we wait for your hair to dry." He said, as you stood up from the sink and wrapped your hair in a towel. "I've always wondered how you do that." He mumbled, sitting on the floor.
"The 'towel turban' thing? I honestly don't know either. It's like it was genetically coded into me when I was little." You laughed. "It's like, you lean down, wrap the towel around the back of your head, twist it once or twice, then stand up and flop the twisted part back." You sat down too, both of your backs against the tub.
"Oh. I didn't get any of that."
You snickered and took the towel off of your hair, which was now just damp. Joel scooted up close to you, slyly moving his hand under yours and intertwining fingers with you. You looked over at him, half-smiling and squeezing his hand as the next song began to play. You closed your eyes and snickered a bit.
"I know, my music is shitty." You giggled a bit. Joel shook his head.
"You just like softer things. Nothing wrong with that." He whispered, pressing his head against yours.
"You're the first die-hard metal fan who has ever said that to me." You snickered.
"You said you hate yourself So let me feed you strawberries Off a plate I bought from a widow Who was selling her husbands things And we'll see if you still hate yourself"
He gently pulled you onto his lap, and you immediately felt flustered. He chuckled quietly and nuzzled his face into your neck, beginning to gently kiss and nip at it.
"If you still hate yourself I'll eat you out for an hour in your room 'Cause I love giving head"
You quietly whined, settling down a bit on his lap as he steadied a hand on your back, continuing his kisses on your neck.
"If you still hate yourself We'll cut ourselves and swallow Chunks of broken glass I don't care about finishing college"
You felt Joel smile against your neck at this lyric. You smiled too, feeling his arms wrap tightly around you and his lips move up to your cheek.
"I'll buy the biggest TV That my credit card allows me We'll watch the food network for the rest of our lives"
He smooched your cheek as you put your hands on his shoulders, gripping them a bit as his hands moved down to your ass.
"You're awful shy." He mumbled, pressing his face against yours. You blushed and nudged his face away, and hiding it in his shoulder. His hands gently moved down to your ass, giving it a slight squeeze before moving back up to your sides. "Do you feel better?"
"Mmhmm." You hummed, kissing his cheek. You tried to put your horny to the side, as you assumed Joel was doing, but you just couldn't.
"I think it's dye time. Your hair's still a bit damp but that's okay, since it's a temporary dye and not a permanent one." He said, looking at his phone. "And yes, I just googled that."
"Aww. Good job." You cooed, roughing up his hair. He pouted a bit and grabbed the dye bottle, shaking it up a bit before opening it. "So we're just gonna do it right here?"
"I don't see why not." Joel plainly said, putting gloves back on and then globbing (f/c) hair dye onto his hand before massaging it into your hair. It was pretty much the same as bleaching it, except your hair didn't turn hard.
You let the dye sit for about an hour, while you talked about fun things like school and odd sexual encounters, before washing it out and continuing your night together.
