#having manual shifting WITH A STICK is extremely sexy of him

[raapija]

they let nando make a car for himself???? okay, papa stroll, he's never leaving your team ever 😎🤝

[coolteachxr]

🚿 let wes wash his big nest hair

They’ve been together for quite some time now. The exact date is fuzzy, but only because he feels like it doesn’t quite measure up to this feeling of wonder that he gets everyday. Harley still can’t believe that he’s with this wonderful person– that he can call Wes his boyfriend and feel stupidly giddy about it. They take things slow, to learn each other’s boundaries, know what they like and dislike. That’s more than fine with him.

Harley knows that Wes has went through a lot, so he’ll do anything that he can to make him feel comfortable. He only ever gently initiates things, backing off if it’s not well accepted with a soft apology. It’s all about consent in this relationship. Harley will never force Wes to do anything that he’s not comfortable with. They might fall behind on how ‘traditional’ couples would act, but that’s fine. So long as he gets to be together with Wes, he’ll be content with anything.

That being said, it does throw him for a bit of a loop when one day, after a lazy lie in bed, Wes invites him to take a shower together. Harley blinks, needing a second to process that.

Now, while it involves them seeing each other naked, it’s not an inherently sexy action. Harley learnt that it’s always better to see things neutrally and not fall for typical expectations. And that proves to be the right course of action, when Wes follows up with a mention of how his nest of a hair could use a good wash.

Harley lays back down, sighing with a small smile. Right. They’re just taking a shower together. That’s it.

Roughly half an hour later, they found themselves in his shower. It’s not cramped, but it’s not like he’s ever shared it with another person before. It was… surprisingly easy to see Wes in an undressed state, though he can’t help but notice the collection of faded scars littering his body. Harley doesn’t stare at it for long, nor does he comment about it. There’s a story behind them, and it’s already a huge show of trust that Wes even allows him to see them at all. He’s not going to betray it.

He too sports his own collection of scars. A few slices here, a bullet wound there– both of them were not physically unmarred, so he hopes that it can be considered as his own show of trust. Not a lot of people sees what he hides underneath suits and Pokemon themed hoodies, after all.

Harley faces the shower while Wes has his back to it, and he turns on the water. The initial stream was cold – enough to elicit a noise of surprise from Wes, to which he apologized for – before it reaches a comfortably warm temperature. His usual showers were often in extremes; icily cold or searingly hot, so this was a nice change of pace.

The water trickles down his skin from the curve of his neck all the way down to the length of his legs. Harley sighs, enjoying that uniquely calm lull that only comes from being in the shower. It’s only when he feels a touch on his arm that he remembers. Right, he’s not the only one in here. He changes the setting on the nozzle so that both of them could feel the spray of water.

Eventually, his hair sticks to the side of his face, and he has to swipe back the bangs that covers his eyes. He sees Wes eyeing his hair, a look of contemplation even under the stream.

“Have you been washing it properly?”

“Of course,” he replies, a little grin to his lips. “You’d think you’d wanna cuddle together with stinky hair?”

“True.��� A beat of silence. “Do you want me to wash it for you?”

Harley swears his throat got a little dry at that, but he doesn’t let the shock settle in for long. Mustering up the same grin, he gestures at his basket of products. There’s a citrus scented shower gel, a bottle of shampoo and hair conditioner, among others. “Have at it.”

He goes to turn off the shower, then leans down a little so Wes can slather his hair with the shampoo. Really, it’s far from the first time that he shampooed the thing, but never has anyone wash his hair before.

It’s similar to the time when he petted his hair, but it’s an entirely different sensation. Wes digs his fingers into his scalp with the intent of thoroughly washing every strand of hair. A circular motion, then his thumb slides back before his fingers grips in. Harley can’t stop the shiver that trails down his neck at the sensation, but he remains silent.

He thinks that, up to this point, this is one of the most intimate things he had ever experienced. It’s nothing hot or heavy, far from the realm of intimacy that his exes would think of. It’s just his partner washing his hair, and damn it, it feels really good.

His eyes remains shut throughout it all, but the lack of sight is more than made up from how deeply he can feel the fingers that dips behind his ears. Harley doesn’t know how long it’s been, until the the jet of water mats his hair down once more. The suds were slowly wash away, no doubt the different angles was from Wes manually handling the hand shower.

Harley gets to open his eyes after everything has been washed off. Wes was smiling a little at him, perhaps pleased with his work. He wants to kiss him at that moment, but refrains.

There’ll be plenty of chances after they’re not at risk of slipping and cracking their heads open. Not a romantic moment, he reckons.

They continue their shower in silence until it’s time to head out. Harley steps out first, hands Wes the extra towel before he goes to dry himself up. Once sufficiently dried, he wraps it around his waist, then went to the sink to brush his teeth. After a gargle of mouthwash and a nice floss later, he steps out of the bathroom.

Harley goes to put on his slacks first but before he can grab his shirt, Wes calls out to him.

“Hmm… now that I look at it, your hair has gotten pretty long,” he comments. Harley shakes his head from side to side. Hmm… it does feel a little long. His bangs has completely covered up his ears and it’s gotten a little past his neck at the back.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Been awhile since I went to a barber.” Harley looks at his boyfriend, grinning. “Can you cut my hair for me?”

Wes hums in reply. “You’d trust me with a pair of scissors to your hair?”

He laughs at that. “Of course. You won’t give me a bad haircut… would you?”

A snort. “I could just give you a bowl cut without you realizing.” But he asks where he keeps his scissors and comb anyway.

For the second time that day, Harley ducks his head to give access. He’s sitting on a chair on the deck in the backyard – thankfully, it was a warm day – with an old tablecloth tied around his neck. It feels like he’s in the barber shop, though it’s never this nice and pleasant.

Wes’ fingers this time are gentler but no less firm. He could hear the snipping noises, feel the bits of hair that falls by his side. With his hair still damp, it’s easy for the comb to run through and straighten it out. Harley finds his eyes sliding shut once more, merely listening to the sounds and relishing the touches. At some point, Wes broke out the hairdryer, blowing streams of hot air around his neck and hair. And then he was done. 

A small hand mirror was handed to him. “I took the liberty of giving you an undercut. I think the style looks good on you.”

Harley examines his reflection. His hair is a little shorter but still has volume. The area around his ears were thinned out, making the poofier parts stand out even more. Like before, he gives his head a little shake, watching how his hair shifts with this new hairdo.

“Well, do you like it?” Wes asks after he puts down the hand mirror. 

Instead of answering, he twists in his seat, rising just a little to give him a kiss on the lips. Noses brushing, Wes can probably feel the smile he wears at the second peck. 

“I love it,” Harley replies, then goes in for a third kiss. “And I love you.”

Not a bad way to spend the day, he thinks.