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Anyone for a hair cut?	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Orgy Views: 1645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Orgy. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Anyone for a hair cut?
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Anyone for a haircut?

“Ry I’m not so sure about this.”
“It’s only hair, it’ll grow back.”
“But…”
“Trust me.”
“Fuck no.” try to get up.
“For fucks sake Paige siddown.”
He glares at me and slowly, reluctantly I slide down into the chair again. He continues to examine my hair, Hmm’ing a lot. He’s making me nervous. I love my hair, it’s precious, it’s taken me years to grow it this long. Blink at him. He does look cute thinking up things to do to me though. He could do so much more than my hair…Catch the thought and drag it back inside my pants where it belongs. Hope he didn’t notice. But I mean how could he? It’s not like he can see what I’m thinking, and he’s too busy playing with my hair anyway. Breathe deep, his fingers feel good. This has to stop. Been thinking like this ever since I laid eyes on him. Naturally a magnet for attention. Loud, funny, boisterous, tall, good-looking…argg I could go on all day. Shift nervous, feel the new collar chaff. It’ll take awhile for it to soften, smooth out.

He runs his whole hand through my hair and I can’t help but shiver at the pleasure.
“Cut it out.” He snaps. “I know what I’m doing, I won’t destroy your precious hair.” Mocking.
It’s true. I mean he’s done Jay’s and Bobby’s already and they look great. Sigh. Another reason I should stop thinking bout him like this. It’s not like he’s giving me preferential treatment, he’s doing this for everyone. Wish I hadn’t pissed him off now. Should have just taken his offer graciously instead of fighting him, insinuating he’d ruin my hair. He moves round in front of me, pulls hair down over my eyes, fingers so soft brushing against my face. So gentle.
“Now I want to cut a little off the ends.”
He pauses, more fingers running through my hair, down my neck, over my face. So soft, so hot…oh fuck.
“Bleach a few bits and colour…” talking to himself.
Gotta get away, gonna embarrass myself otherwise.
“Definitely cut a few inches…”
Try to stand, get away. Get to my feet and suddenly slammed back down. Blink to find Ryan straddling my body, pinning me down. Oh god. So close. So fucking close.
“Did I say I was done with you?” purring.
Can’t breathe.
“Ry I…”
”Trust me Paige. I know what I’m doing.” Eyes boring into mine as his hands frame my face softly.
Can’t move, completely immobilized. He shifts forward so I’m effectively paralyzed.
“Trust me babe, you just gotta trust me.” Rocks a little. “I know exactly what I’m doing.” Hot eyes, lips….
“What?” strangled.
“We’re gonna take about two inches off the bottom of your hair, bleach some streaks then dye em blue. We better dye the whole lot black first though.”
“Oh…okay.”
Hang on…what’d I just say? What’d I just agree to? What’s going on here? I could have sworn…but suddenly he’s off me, moving around collecting stuff. He didn’t, couldn’t have, I must have dreamt it, read more into it, it’s just me wanting him so much. Yeah that’s it. I’m just seeing what I want to see. Couldn’t be anything else. I mean why would he? Especially when he could have Jay or Amir. Well maybe not Amir but definitely Jay. Jay’d have him bent over a speaker any time of the day. He’s said so himself, many times. Why he hasn’t yet I’ve no idea. It’s not like they don’t like each other, find each other attractive.

We’re together for hours as he dyes, cuts, bleaches, dyes again. We talk a bit but not much. I don’t talk much around him, it’s a little hard to think straight let alone hold a conversation. Love the feel of his fingers as they work magic on my hair. I have to admit it doesn’t look so bad when he cuts it, even though the amount that makes it to the floor is worrying me. He’s gentle as he cuts, constantly reassuring me it’s gonna look good. His reassurances are the only thing stopping me from bolting.

He sits before me as the blue sets in.
“See it hasn’t been so traumatic.”
“Not for you. You like doing this stuff don’t you?”
“I like it when the person lets me do what I want to them.”
“And it doesn’t bother you that it takes hours?”
He shakes his head.
“Sometimes the longer the better.”
Blink at him. Hey? That didn’t quite…
“Dye’s set.”
Suddenly moving again. Frown as I try and puzzle out what he just said. What was he talking about? Did he mean…? Oh no not that again. I need to stop thinking about him like that. I have to stop.

Finally it’s done. He’s finished. He seems please with himself. I’m not so sure.
“What do you mean?” disbelief. “You look gorgeous.”
Jolt and look up at him. He’s staring down at me, eyes hot, intent, fingers gliding through my newly styled locks. Blue and black…He moves closer, my lips parting, hard to breathe as I feel his legs part slowly as he comes down to straddle me. Oh god. Shifts closer still, both his hands in my hair, fingers sliding. Moan softly, can’t control myself.
“You just have to trust me.” Husky. “ I know exactly what to do.”
Rocking right….raw moan of need. So hard now it hurts. Pants way too tight suddenly. It doesn’t bother him, if anything he rocks harder, making me moan louder. Why…what? Hey?
“Trust me Paige.” Soft.
His lips suddenly on mine, soft, caressing, warm, gentle, like nothing I’ve ever felt. His body rocking, our chests brushing. Moan. Needy. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move right now if he begged me to. Fingers slide down, fiddle with the latch and suddenly the collar falls. Hear it hit the floor. He moves from my just parting lips, down to my neck.

Small sound of sympathy, then his soft lips on the chaffed skin, hips still rocking, driving me crazy between two very different pleasure points. One hard the other so soft. So incredibly soft. Draw a shaky breath.
“Ryan…”
“Shh. Trust me.”
More delicate kisses and grinding hips. More needy moans tearing from my body. His lips on mine again but this time the kiss is deep, his tongue begging access. Moan loud as I feel him flick his tongue against mine, into my mouth. Tasting. Buck up hard, unable to stop myself as he flicks his tongue again. His fingers sliding, massaging my scalp. Oh god. Remember belatedly to breathe. One hand slides down across my chest, whimper as it glides over a nipple. He stops, toys with me till I cry out, desperate. Gripping his shoulders now, want more. He doesn’t disappoint. Slides his hand down to the bulge in my pants, massages me harder. Groan. Didn’t think it was possible I could get any harder.
He’s panting as I groan, forget to breathe.
“Taste you…” pants hoarsely. “Wanna taste you.”
Opening my pants and feel my cock spring free, straight into his hand. Warm. His palm sweaty, glides down my shaft, back up again. Buck hard into the pleasure.
“Taste you.” He breathes. “Please Paige.”
Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Oh god. Oh fuck. He’s asking….he wants to….oh jesus, oh god. Fuck. Oh fuck. Nibbles on my ear.
“Please Paige.”
So hot. Begging to suck me. Me? Nod. Can’t talk. Can’t barely think. He moans. Kisses my deep then stands, slides my legs apart and slithers down, kneels, his head hovering, lips parted slightly. Oh god. Oh fuck. Tongue flickering over his lips, wetting them. Oh fuck. I know what he’s gonna do, he’s gonna. Oh fuck. Parts his lips further, bends down…JESUS! Buck involuntarily. He takes it all, deep throats on the first stroke as I cry out. He’s sucking hard, then soft, back and forward when I can think coherently enough to open my eyes again. My fingers buried in his hair. Using his mouth, fucking it but I can’t stop myself, feels so good. Want more, need release, been so long. Too long.

He’s moaning. Look down to see him touching himself, getting off on sucking me.
“Don’t!” hand on his shoulder, try to stop him.
He stops, face flushed as he continues to suck me. Jesus. I didn’t think, didn’t mean. I meant…I meant…don’t know what I meant, just didn’t want him to get himself off. Realize suddenly that more than anything else, more than wanting to cum, I want to get him off. And I’m about to cum. His mouth, his throat, oh fuck.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…FUCK…FUCK…FUCK…RYAN!” screaming as I jerk, buck, gush into his mouth, feel him swallow, drink it down.

Panting. Fuck, forgot to breathe again. Moaning. Can’t…believe…can’t believe he swallowed. Blew me and swallowed. Me. He blew me. And to the last didn’t touch himself again, even though it hurt. He whimpers round my cock. I know how hard he must be. Finally he sits back on his heels, won’t look up at me. His hands are at his sides, his cock. Oh my fucking god his cock. Glistening with precum, dripping in it. So big! Jay has definite competition here. Find myself staring, drooling. He’s still not looking up, meeting my eyes.
“Ryan.”
He looks up finally, red faced. Pain cause he’s so hard, hot, desire, he needs to get off.
“Let me.”
Slide down off the chair, push him back as I grab his cock. He groans, bites his bottom lips in pleasure, eyebrows knitting together. He moans.
“That’s it.” Murmur softly as he lets me push him all the way down to the floor.
Kiss him briefly, taste myself in him. His kiss is hungry, hips bucking. Kiss down his neck, his chest, his stomach feel the muscles tense, his cock. Lick at the pre cum. He growls, fingers knotted in my hair, his creation. Wanting, begging but not forcing. Kiss the head and go down hard. Jesus there’s so much of him. He groans, ruthlessly refuses to buck, push me down further. Suck hard, up, down, up, relax my throat and down, down, sliding till he’s all inside me. He’s making strangled noises of pleasure, fingers tight, almost hurting but not quite. Move back and concentrate on the head, licking up his underside.
“Oh Paige…fuck…” he moans, wordless.
He loses control at that point, fucks my mouth, hard, desperate. Take it all, love every moment, every inch of him. And there’s a few. He’s bucking hard, pushing me down, gripping my hair, crying out my name. I love it, feeling him lose it. All I can think is fuck me. Use me. Want me. He cums suddenly, screaming my name and filling my mouth. Swallow without thought, tasting him and loving that too.

Finally he releases my hair, fingers lifeless, relaxed. He groans as I lick him clean, soft. Slide up his body, his eyes closed.
After a minute he open them.
“Sorry. Wasn’t s’posed to be like that.” Breathless.
His hand comes up and caresses my face.
“Like what?”
“So rough, but I just…fuck Paige you felt so good.”
Feel myself flush bright red.
“I’m sorry I…” he blushes. “While I was…got impatient.”
“S’alright…I just…” blush a deeper shade of red. “Wanted a taste of you.”
“I shouldn’t have waited so long.”
“Waited?”
“I’ve been trying to get you alone for weeks.”
Blink at him.
“But…” frown.” I mean…why? I mean why not Jay?”
“I don’t want Jay, never have. Wanted you.”
Soft kiss. I…I…I…what? Hey? Can’t believe it. Doesn’t want Jay? Is he nuts? Everyone wants Jay. Hell I want Jay sometimes, most the time, till I met Ryan that is.
“Me?” disbelief.
“Yeah you.” Smiles. “Jay’s pretty but you’re beautiful Paige. You’re gorgeous.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“That’s what I love about you.” Smiles.
I blink. What’d he say? He starts suddenly.
“Shit. Paige wait, don’t go.”
I’m too shocked to move.
“I didn’t mean…well I did…but I didn’t mean to say it. Not now…not so soon. Jesus shit…” swears to himself and won’t look at me.
Loves me? Love? Me? In the same sentence. No just friends, no family, no Jay, no…nothing. Love. And me.
“Sorry Paige I…” grumbles. “I’m such an idiot.”
Moves to get up. Panic. Don’t want him to go! Grab his arm, know my eyes are pleading, needy. I’m so fucking needy. He glances back at me and suddenly stops. Suddenly wrapped in Ryan.
“Sorry.” Soft. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Sorry Paige.” Deep breath. “I’m sorry.”
Melt into his arms. Loves me. I like this. Wrapped in Ryan who loves me. Let my eyes close.
“It’s okay.”
“It is?” his turn for disbelief.
“Yeah it is. Very okay.”
“I don’t freak you out?”
“Yes but that’s got nothing to do with this.”
Feel his smile.
“You sure…I mean…I don’t wanna push you…you don’t have to love me…”
“Shh.” Kiss him softly like he kissed me.
Still kind of a shock but I’m rapidly getting used to this, to like this. Need it. Need him.
“It’s all good.” Murmur.
“Good.” Relief.
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