Gay Band OneShots

Ausvic: Hair leads to Fame

I trimmed the hair.

I cut the bangs at a perfect angle.

I added a few gay sex jokes.

And I made sure that each side was even.

That's all it took for me to become one of the best hair stylists in San Diego, hell through out all of California.

I had actors and actresses, musicians, wealthy business men, snobby white girls and even the casual fool come in and ask for one name. A name that simply rolls off your tongue. That name is mine, and mine only.

Victor Vincent Fuentes.

Sure, I'm pretty cocky. But hey, wouldn't you if you were a well known hair perfectionist? My name is thrown around everyday just casually and I love it.

I didn't get a lot of attention in high school so when people saw my talents, I happily accepted their compliments and recommendations.

The only bad rumor about me revolves around my ex-boyfriend Kellin Quinn. Yes, thee singer Kellin Quinn.

He says I dumped him because I said "He was too boring in bed."

Well not all of that was a lie, he was boring in bed. But that's not why I ended things. It was because he was whoring around for his band members, especially Justin Hills.

Well, back to the present. I turned to my schedule to see I only had one appointment left for today. Austin Carlile.

I hadn't ever met him before, didn't even know what he looked like. He must've been big because to get an appointment here, it's took some popularity points.

Just as I was about to call him a no show, a tall, brunette man walked through the doors. Causing that annoying 'ding' to ring though the shop.

He stalked over to me and plopped down into the seat with a shit load of confidence. I raised my eyebrow at him and he gave me a dopey smile.

"I'm Austin. Austin Carlile to be exact." He introduced. I returned the favor and began working on his request.

All he needed was a quick trim and his hair layered a bit more.

I started some small talk, as I did with every customer I had. I rambled on about music and boys and sex till he cut me off.

"I think I could put your mouth to better use." The tattooed man stated.

My eyes widened as a blush formed on my cheeks. No one had ever spoken to me like that. I was usually the one who made people flustered.

I strutted and he just laughed. He pointed out my quirky laugh and the way my nose scrunched up as I concentrated on his hair. He even mentioned how well I would be able to give a handjob with my 'incredible toned arms.'

By the time the appointment was done, I was a blushing mess. I ran to the private bathroom to calm my thoughts...and raging boner.

Once I made my way back to the station to put my utensils away, my schedule caught my eye.

Inside was a quickly scribbled name and number along with a winky face.

I guess it's time to move on from Kellin.

Authors note:

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Oh and creds to the pic for my inspiration for this.