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RANDOM AUSTIN CARLILE IMAGINE.

You walk into your bathroom to see your longtime boyfriend Austin in front of the mirror styling his hair, a look of annoyance crossing his beautiful face.

You come up behind him, slipping your arms around his narrow waist.

What wrong you ask softly.

I need a haircut, but I don’t want to go out he pouts.

I could do it is you want you ask shyly.

I used to cut dads hair sometimes you add.

You never stop surprising me he smirks.

You giggle; I’ll just get my tools.

You come back to see him on a stool with his back to the sink.

Can you wash my hair he says giving you his gorgeous puppy dog eyes.

Of course Hun you reply.

You push his head back and wet his hair slightly massaging his scalp.

He lets out sighs and groans of pleasure.

You shampoo his chestnut hair then you condition and then rinse it.

Don’t you have to dry it now he asks?

It’s better to cut the hair when it’s wet.

He nods.

So how do you want it you ask?

Well I want a whole new look.

Do you trust me enough you laugh?

He smirks and grabs your waist pulling you to him so he can look in your eyes, of course I do he breathes, he kisses you and lets you go.

Okay I have an idea in mind you whisper.

You get the shaver and get to work on the sides of his hair, all that’s left of his hair is a big strip on top, you shorten it and the style it into a point with hair spray and wax.

All done baby you say.

He turns toward the mirror and grins.

I love it baby, thank you, it looks great, looks like you’re my new hairdresser.