❤️ ~ Hair Stylist

                                    

                                          
Zander and Luke found themselves at Zander's place, enjoying the cozy atmosphere in his bedroom. Zander couldn't resist the mischievous idea that had been brewing in his mind throughout the day, carefully leaning back so his head lay on Luke's lap.
"Luke~, I have an idea!" Zander said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "How about we have a little hair-styling session? Your hair is always so fluffy, and I think it would be fun to experiment since my hair is relatively thin." He finished his sentence with a tinge of sadness, perhaps annoyance.
Luke chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You want to do my hair? Well, do I get to style your hair after?" he replied, his voice filled with playful curiosity.
"Well, that depends how well you can do it. Beauty sleep isn't the only factor to my flawless looks every morning." He replied half sarcastically, fake flipping his hair. Luke chuckled a bit. "Go on then Sweetie." He spoke softly, getting comfortable on the edge of the bed so that Zander could sit behind him.
Zander's smile widened as he rummaged through His haircare products. He found a set of adhesive hair curlers, a couple of brushes, and a hairdryer. "Alright, sit back and relax. You're in for a treat," Zander said, his voice laced with anticipation.
Luke settled onto the feathered quilt of the bed, his heart filled with amusement. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but I trust you, Honey." he said, his voice filled with affection.
Zander began by carefully sectioning Luke's hair, placing the curlers strategically. As he worked, he couldn't help but marvel at the softness and texture of Luke's hair, taking moments to watch the brush glide effortlessly through his locks. "You have such amazing hair, Luke. It's like working with a canvas," Zander commented, his voice filled with admiration.
Luke grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you appreciate it. Just promise me I won't end up looking like a poodle..." he teased, his voice filled with playful banter.
Zander laughed, his fingers gently brushing against Luke's scalp. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you look fabulous." he replied, his voice filled with reassurance.
As Zander continued to work his magic, Luke found himself relaxing under the gentle touch of Zander's hands. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and the sound of their voices intertwining. They eventually swapped places, Zander guiding Luke's hands to strategically place the curlers in his hair.
Luke's gaze softened, his fingers gently combing through Zander's hair. "Zander, you bring so much joy and light into my life. It's an honor to take care of you," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.
As Luke continued to brush Zander's hair, a sense of tranquility washed over them. The room was filled with a soothing silence, broken only by the sound of the brush gliding through Zander's locks, and the Velcro like textured sounds as the hair stuck to the curlers.
In that moment, the boundaries between them blurred, and they both realized that their connection extended beyond the physical. It was a bond that ran deep, rooted in love, trust, and unwavering support.
As the last strand of hair was carefully wrapped around the curler, Zander turned to face Luke, his eyes shining with affection. "Luke, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm grateful every day that you're in my life," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
Luke leaned in, their foreheads touching gently. "Zander, you are my everything. I love you more than words can express," he whispered, his voice filled with love.
In that tender moment, their lips met in a gentle and passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, expressing the depth of their love and the unbreakable bond they shared.
They stayed in that embrace, their hearts beating in unison, knowing that their love was a source of strength and comfort. And as they sat there, their hands entwined and their souls intertwined, they knew that their journey together would be filled with endless moments of love, laughter, and shared hair-styling adventures.
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Laughter erupted from their room, mainly from Zander. "O-Oh my g-" He wheezed, pointing weakly at Luke's hair with one hand, and holding his stomach whilst clamped over with the other.
"I told you not to make me look like a poodle Sweetie..." He sighed, chuckling a bit at himself in the mirror. 
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