Kurt sighed in relief as Blaine sank into the chair and tipped his head back.

“I am so glad you’re finally letting me cut your hair, sweetie. You won’t have to use nearly as much gel once it’s shorter."

Blaine pursed his lips as he looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes.

“Or you can always forego the gel altogether,” Kurt said as he grinned down at Blaine while he let the water in the sink run for a while to warm up. “You know I don’t mind that at all.”

“We’ve been over this, babe,” Blaine reminded him as he reached back to adjust the towel rolled up behind his neck to cushion the edge of their bathroom sink. “And you agreed that it looks better with a little something to keep it in shape.” Kurt gently pressed a hand to Blaine’s forehead, keeping it still as he filled a large plastic cup with the water that had finally warmed up before tipping it over Blaine’s head.

“Besides,” Blaine began, “You constantly run your hands through it when it’s not gelled down, and it makes it frizz. I was half-way to looking like a poodle that day last week when you convinced me to skip the gel.”

Kurt smiled and raised an eyebrow, pouring more water over Blaine’s hair as he listened. “But you make an adorable poodle.”

Blaine reached up to poke Kurt in the ribs. “I swear, some snooty lady’s dog gave me the side-eye as I passed them on the way to work. Like it was mad about me copying it’s ‘do.” Kurt giggled, running his long, thin fingers through his boyfriend’s hair as he gently loosened the curls and freed them from the gel.

“You know, this would have been a lot easier if I’d just taken a shower first,” Blaine commented. “You really don’t need to wash my hair in the sink. Unless you just really enjoy playing hairdresser.” His eyes fluttered closed as Kurt poured more water over his head, fingertips massaging his scalp. “Mmmm.” Blaine moaned and relaxed further back into his chair.

Kurt smirked down at him. “Don’t even pretend this is about me. You know you love it when I wash your hair.”

Blaine opened his eyes a crack to peek up at Kurt, the light behind his head shining through the ends of his hair and framing his face in a fluorescent halo. He snaked an arm between Kurt’s legs and around his upper thigh, pulling him even closer. “Didn’t say that I’d be alone in that shower.”

Hands still buried in Blaine’s hair, Kurt gripped the curls and tugged on them gently but insistently, pulling Blaine’s head further back into the sink. He leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips before giving Blaine his best impatient look. “You better behave, mister. I’ve got sharp scissors and complete control of your precious hair.”

Grinning and closing his eyes again, Blaine let go and held his hands up in surrender. “You’ve got it, boss.” Kurt shook his head and grabbed his best shampoo, the kind Blaine refused to use because he said it was too expensive and they could barely afford this city already, never mind the fact that it did spectacular things for his hair.

He squeezed a dollop into his pale palm, rubbing it into a delicious jasmine-scented foam before working his hands deep into Blaine’s hair. It had been far too long since he’d had a haircut, another hazardous byproduct of trying to make it in New York on an entry-level salary.

Blaine let out another low moan as Kurt’s fingers massaged deep into his scalp, his thumbs rubbing in steady circles all along his hairline, from the middle of his forehead down to his temples. Kurt’s fingers already knew every inch of Blaine’s head, having run his hands through his lover’s hair countless times in the years they had been together, but they explored anyway. Fingers stretched out to their fullest reach to touch as much skin as possible before retracting with handfuls of soapy curls, his short, manicured nails just barely scratching along the surface. Kurt dug his hands in deeper and rougher as he worked the lather into every strand. A shiver ran down Blaine’s spine, making him inhale sharply as Kurt dug his nails in, scratching slowly from the base of his neck up to the top of his head, pulling his hair just enough to cause a welcome twinge of pain.

Blaine felt a warm breath on his face. His eyes snapped open to see Kurt’s face hovering inches from his, hands still relentlessly working through his hair. He tried to stretch his neck up to close the gap between his lips and Kurt’s, but Kurt’s grip on his hair tightened, not letting him move an inch. He stared down into Blaine’s eyes before loosening his grip. Blaine hesitated for a moment, then leaned out of his chair and reached under Kurt’s arms to slap at the light switch on the wall. The harsh fluorescent buzz vanished, but enough late summer evening light slanted through the small window to fill the bathroom with a warm amber glow. As Blaine sank back into his chair, he gripped Kurt’s collar, finally pulling him down into a desperate, hungry kiss.

Kurt’s lips parted instantly at the touch, breathing in Blaine as deeply as he could. He slid his shampoo-covered hands down to the base of Blaine’s neck, gently supporting his head and lifting it from the edge of the sink to bring him even closer, lips still sliding insistently against Blaine’s. Their breath quickening, Blaine hastily un-tucked Kurt’s shirt to grasp at the smooth skin covering the tight, sinewy muscles of Kurt’s back. Without breaking the kiss, Kurt stepped over Blaine’s legs, slowly sinking down to straddle his lap. He gasped and gripped fistfuls of Blaine’s hair as the growing bulge in the front of his pants slid against the matching bulge in Blaine’s. The hands still exploring his back moved around to his hips, before tightening and pulling him in even closer. Blaine’s hands continued around, palms sliding up Kurt’s flat stomach and dragging slowly back down and brushing just under the waistband of his pants before fumbling with the button. Kurt pulled away, resting his forehead against Blaine’s as they looked into each other’s eyes, still panting and trying to catch their breath.

“Forget the haircut?” Blaine asked as he finally worked open the button at the top of Kurt’s pants and started slowly pulling the zipper down.

Kurt raised his eyebrows. “Not before I get to do this,” he said as he yanked back on Blaine’s hair, forcing his head back and exposing the long expanse of tanned, muscular neck. He surged forward, drawing his tongue in a long line from the top of Blaine’s chest, up the front of his neck and over his Adam’s apple before placing a series of small, sucking kisses to the underside of his jaw. Blaine’s hands dropped into his laps, all attempts at undressing Kurt abandoned as he stared up at the ceiling, blind to Kurt’s next move and completely at his mercy.

“Kurt,” Blaine gasped, “Should we…hnnngg,” he broke off in a moan as Kurt moved his mouth to Blaine’s ear, gently nibbling the lobe before latching onto the sensitive skin just below it and sucking hard. Blaine finally remembered his hands, sitting uselessly in his own lap, but with his nerves absolutely wrecked, all he could manage was to wrap his arms around Kurt’s back, hugging tightly to pull him in so their chests were pressed flush together. The friction between the tented fronts of their pants nearly made him lift out of the chair with the force of his hips involuntarily pushing forward, eagerly seeking more contact.

All at once, Kurt detached himself from Blaine, letting go of his hair and removing his lips from his neck. He stood up, legs still straddling Blaine’s seated form, and reached behind Blaine’s head to once again turn the sink on at full blast. In this position, Kurt’s hips were nearly at Blaine’s face level. He pushed Kurt’s un-tucked shirt up and leaned forward to kiss his lower belly, tongue just starting to tease lower when Kurt grasped each side of his face and pushed his head back toward the sink.

“Hey!” Blaine protested, but Kurt was already dumping water over his hair again, rinsing the thick lather from his curls. “Did you not want me to keep going?”
Kurt just grinned and raised an eyebrow at him, hands working quickly to rinse out the rest of the shampoo. “Of course I do. But I just washed the sheets and you’re not getting your soapy hair all over them.” He switched the water off, leaned across Blaine to grab a towel from the rack, and vigorously rubbed it through Blaine’s hair. Kurt slowed down to massage Blaine’s head a little as he dried, then leaned down to place a lingering kiss on his already swollen lips. He pulled back with a gentle pop of mouths disengaging from each other, threw the towel to the floor, and grabbed Blaine’s hand to yank him up from the chair and drag him across the hall to their bedroom, door slamming shut behind them.