It’s almost 1AM but I have an overwhelming urge to write a little tuckington something so here goes. (Sorry Tucker doesn’t have dreads, I just know how to cut curly hair better)
Tucker hissed as his hair fell in his face again, blocking his view of the game board for the fifth time that hour. His hair was seriously getting so long it was messing with his day to day life and was just generally out of hand. It was annoying enough that it definitely had to be thread on he was currently losing yo Caboose of all people.
“Something wrong Tucker?” Wash asked from where he was cleaning his rifle. Tucker could hear the smirk in his voice without looking up.
“No!” Tucker snapped, the lie coming quickly to his lips because he really didn’t want to admit that Wash was right that he needed a hair cut.
Wash rolled his eyes and got up to stand over Tucker, hands on his hips. But Tucker refused to look up, pretending to be way more interested in his next turn than he was.
“I don’t see why you won’t just let me cut it,” Wash said on a sigh.
“And I don’t see why you won’t admit that it’d be weird,” Tucker snapped, hand coming up to push the hair away from his eyes with a bit too much force.
Wash shook his head, “I told you I helped plenty of the others in Project Freelancer cut their hair. I was perfectly good at it and it wasn’t weird. You’re just being a baby.”
Tucker let out a derisive ‘pft’ noise, but he was a lot closer to giving in than he let on.
“Oh I see, you’d rather just wallow in your misery than fix the fucking problem. Well I can see that’s going really well for you and isn’t making it so Caboose can easily kick the shit out of you at monopoly.”
At the Tucker slammed down his cards that he’d been holding and shot up to stand face to face with Wash. Well, more like collar bone to face but he wouldn’t let that distract him.
But when he opened his mouth a clump of hair fell into it before he could say anything. Spitting and flailing he turned back to Wash once he had gotten his curls more under control.
“Fine.” Tucker said in a resigned voice, “just do something about this.”
Wash looked surprised at Tucker’s acceptance but his shock quickly morphed into an easy smile that didn’t hold as much ‘I told you so’ as Tucker had been worried about. So, Tucker followed Wash into the bathroom and let Caboose finish the game of monopoly on his own, he didn’t even seem to realize Tucker had left.
“Sit,” Wash instructed as he pulled out scissors, a comb, and some clips that Tucker didn’t even know they had.
Tucker followed the order wordlessly and tried not to think about what was to come.
“Now how long do you want it?” Wash asked.
“Uh I don’t know, just get the bangs and shit out of my eyes and keep the rest of it away from my face.”
Normally Tucker would have a bit more of an idea of what he wanted, not that he would usually go to the barber’s with a bunch of pictures and a detailed plan, but he wouldn’t say he wouldn’t not do that. But he right now speed was definitely the priority.
Was was nodding about him and he lifted his hands to run through Tucker’s hair.
“Whoa what are you doing?” Tucker asked jolting away from the touch.
“Getting ready to cut your hair,” Wash answered with a raised eyebrow. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”
“I don’t know,” Tucker answered. “Just aren’t you supposed to wet down the hair first or whatever.”
Wash shook his head, “actually when you cut curly hair it’s better to cut it dry so you don’t cut more than you think you are. And it’s easier to make sure the hair stays in the right shape when it’s not wet.”
Wash just shrugged at the surprised look on Tucker’s face, “I told you I cut people’s hair before. And Florida was always really picky too, so I got good at it.”
Tucker just blinked up at Wash, enjoying the red creeping up his neck and the way he wouldn’t look Tucker in the eyes. Tucker just grinned after a second and settled back into his chair, ready to let Wash work.
“If I had known you were practically a licensed barber I would have put that to use years ago. Charge the reds for haircuts or something,” Tucker said as Wash slid his hands through his hair again and Tucker tried to let the conversation take his attention away from the tingle that rushed down his spine.
Wash just snorted, “yeah like Donut would ever let someone else cut the Red’s hair.”
“You’ve got me there,” Tucker admitted.
Unfortunately after that their conversation lapsed into silence and Tucker had nothing to distract from the feeling of Wash’s hands on his head and in his hair. Even when he began meticulously cutting at each curl and styling it just so, Tucker felt heat rushing up his back and was grateful for his darker skin making it hard to see how much he was blushing.
Hair cutting had always been a bit of a turn on for Tucker, though usually it didn’t actually accumulate to anything unless he was already attracted to the person doing the cutting. He never popped a boner for his barber back home at least. But the way his body was reacting just then made it a lot harder for Tucker to keep feeding himself the lies that he wasn’t attracted to guys at all and certainly not Wash.
He tried some deep breathing but relaxing under Wash’s fingers was definitely not the way to go. Instead he tried keeping his body as rigid as he could without seeming suspicious. But that just made it so that by the time Wash had stood in front of him and eyeballed the lengths of each side, Tucker felt more wound up than a virgin at his first strip club.
“Alright, that should do it,” Wash said looking down at Tucker with the small half smile of his. “Come check it out in the mirror.”
Tucker suppressed a groan, “I’m good here actually.” He said as Wash made room around their tiny bathroom mirror.
Wash’s brow furrowed, “you can’t see it from there, you’re too low, just get up and come look at it. I can fix anything you don’t like.”
Again Tucker pushed down the upset noise that wanted to burst out of his mouth and instead focused his effort on standing and making his way to Wash without making it super obvious he had a boner. At least he could make it to the mirror in two steps.
When Tucker finally saw his reflection he was surprised and pretty happy by the results. Wash hands taken too much length so the hair still fell around his shoulders, but it was growing out so much so it wasn’t being pushed into his face. And the short hair around his eyes was thinned and shaped away from his face so even as he turned his head it didn’t fall in his eyes. Overall the look was actually really nice too, as though Wash had known just how to cut it to suit his face shape. More than anything Tucker was impressed.
So impressed that he wasn’t thinking when he turned to compliment Wash on the look and the man was standing a lot closer than Tucker remembered. Close enough that Tucker may or may not have bumped into him, crotch first.
Wash blinked at him and Tucker jumped back as though he had been shocked. He quickly turned around and made his way out of the bathroom, calling behind him, “it looks really good, thanks for the help. I’m sure I’ll be unstoppable now. So anyway see ya later.”
He didn’t let himself think about how much Wash had noticed when he got back to his room and crawled under the sheets in shame.
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