jerejean and stroking hair for the prompts? <3
Jeremy’s hair was very distracting.
It was dark and glossy and he kept forgetting to schedule a haircut, so it was at that length where it curled just around his ears.
His own hair was another matter entirely. He kept it short, meticulously so, hating even to brush it. The slightest touch to it was like needles against his sensitive scalp, and so he aimed to touch it as little as possible.
That attitude seeped into how he reacted to other people’s hair as well. Jean was careful in everything he did, especially touching others, and with Jeremy his touches were the gentlest of all. Jeremy would joke with him that he wasn’t made of glass, but that just led Jean to cradle his cheek and say, “But you are precious to me.”
Jeremy would blush and rise up on his toes to kiss him and all would be forgotten. But Jean always avoided his hair, unsure of how such a touch could ever feel good, how it could bring anything but pain.
Until Jean woke one morning, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and followed the smell of food to the kitchen, where Jeremy stood in his too long pajama pants, flipping pancakes. His hair was still rumpled from sleep and Jean ached with the desire to run his hands through it, to try and get it to lie flat. He clenched his fists against the urge before reaching out to touch Jeremy’s waist lightly, causing him to jump before turning to face Jean.
His face broke into a soft grin. “Morning, baby>”
“Good morning, my love,” Jean answered, dipping down to kiss his cheek. “The bed was cold this morning.”
Jeremy turned back to the pancakes. “I’m sorry. I was just hungry and didn’t want to wake you.”
“I’m teasing,” he said, permitting himself to kiss the top of Jeremy’s head, hoping it would quiet his desire to feel that soft hair between his fingers.
Jeremy hummed happily in reply as Jean wrapped his arms around his middle. “Hold on, let me turn the burner off…” He turned in Jean’s arms. “Hi.”
Jean couldn’t help it anymore and reached out to tuck a stray curl behind Jeremy’s ear. “Hello.”
Jean watched the tips of Jeremy’s ears go pink and started twirling a curl between his fingers. “You like that.”
Jeremy nodded. “I’ve been growing it out so you’d play with it.”
“You don’t have to be afraid of hurting me.”
Jean paused. “I’m not. I just- it really feels good?”
“Yes,” Jeremy confirmed, “So we’re going to have to put this on hold, or we’re going to end up eating cold pancakes.”
The topic was dropped until that night, when they crawled into bed. Jean reached out a hand and brushed it through Jeremy’s hair, massaging his scalp a bit.
Jeremy melted against Jean’s chest. “You’re going to ruin me,” he said weakly.
Jean dropped a kiss onto Jeremy’s lips before continuing to stroke his hair. He fell asleep to the sound of Jeremy’s even breathing, just as Jeremy fell asleep to the beat of his heart.
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