property of preston

“Oh, I’m real aware of your thing for blondes,” Andrew show back almost immediately, even as he continued with the job at hand for a few moments longer, until he was satisfied it was an even trim. “Oh, absolutely. You with these long legs in the air with a cadet between ‘em? Would make for a damn good view. Even without the cadet it’d be a real good show I’m sure.”

“I’m sure you are” Brock chuckled as he let the other finish up the job. “Yeah? Well, this year I’m trying to refrain from screwing around with the cadets this early on” Brock confessed with a bit of a smirk, knowing that wouldn’t be the case for long. “But I can’t help it if there’s a cute blonde cadet willing to get on his knees for me” the mentor stated with a cocky tone.

As Brock turned to look at him, Andrew gave a playful flex to highlight his own well toned frame, before the other’s comments had him grinning. A hand remaining firm on the other’s shoulder to keep him sat right where he was, a quiet hum rolling free. “Oh really? Blonde and built? Careful Brock, keep that up and I’m gonna start thinking you’re getting a thing for your cadet. Hoping eh fills you up, hm?” A teasing hint to his own voice, to pay the other back for his own teasing.

Brock had to admit that Andrew was pretty toned himself, a smile creeping on his lips as he checked the handsome mentor out. “Yeah, it’s a real problem” he teased, “I’ve got a real soft spot for blondes” the southern man grinned from ear to ear. He joked, “This one’s definitely going to get me i trouble” he teased before the other asked if he hoped his cadet would fill him up. “You’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?” he asked with a teasing smile.

As soon as that first moan escape from Maxwell he knew he had the other right where he wanted to be again. One hand curling contently in to the dark locks, while his free hand reached for the soap. Building a quick lather, and starting to work on cleaning Maxwell up with one hand. Paying attention tot he beginning of the other’s muscles as he went. Pinching his nipples and squeezing at his pecs, attention to earn more of the soft sounds he’d heard so recently escaping the cadet.

Maxwell was in awe of how well the other was able to please him in such a simple way. One of his hands reached out and clung to Andy for support, his hand massaging his side gently as he stood there, getting more turned on by the second as he felt Andy’s hand in his locks and a roaming hand massaging his body with soap. He bit down on his lip to choke back the inevitable moans the other would cause from him.

An easy chuckle escaped Andrew as he continued listening to the other, shaking his head a little but still mostly focused on his task at hand. “Yeah? Well damn. Hard to think he’s in this sort of shape.” The hand not working the clippers through the other’s hair reached around to pat the firm muscles of the other’s chest. “But still, glad you’ve got a cadet that’s actually got the drive for it. Things are working out okay with mine, just gotta keep him motivated.”

Brock felt the hand on his muscles and grinned. He was definitely grateful for the other’s close proximity as well as his willingness to help him out. “That’s why I said just about” Brock smirked as he turned his head to check out the other. “Yeah, first cadet I’ve had that took the buzzcut well too. And he had quite the pretty blonde hair” Brock admitted. To say he was crushing on his cadet was a bit of an understatement. “I don’t now anyone better than you at motivating cadets” Brock teased the other.

“Exactly. Can’t rise to the challenge if there isn’t one, right?” His words were relaxed as he worked, well practiced motions clearing away the other’s hair. A few moments passed, before he was lifting his hand up to brush the hair away with a content him. “A beast, huh? Gonna have to keep an eye out for him, see if he shapes up to how you’re describing him.” No denying the edge of tease in his tone, staying close to the other mentor. Content in his space like this.

Brock enjoyed the peace for a moment and was grateful his fellow mentor had agreed to help him. “Yeah, I mean I’m sure he’s going to demolish the cadet bowl” Brock commented before adding, “Though I’m not sure it’ll be because of anything I did” he chuckled. Brock sat still as the other worked, “The guy’s almost as ripped as we are” Brock continued. Usually, the kind hearted mentor was dealt the flimsy cadets, but this year he had lucked out.

“Oh, it’s not?” A grin danced over Andy’s lips before he could help it. Fingers once more curling through the mess of hair, before giving a soft shove as the water started. Guiding Maxwell even further in to the showers after slowly stripping away his own clothes and whatever the cadet had thrown on. “From where I’m stood it’s absolutely a mop of hair.” Head dipping, slowly claiming Maxwell’s lips in another kiss. Tongue working to spread the other’s lips, deepen the kiss immediately.

Maxwell was enjoying every second of the teasing coming from his mentor. As he stood there naked, he took a few steps back under the water when his mentor shoved him playfully. His arms wrapped around Andy for stability as the warm water ran over them. “It’s not a mop” Max protested before the kiss silenced him, their lips pressing against one another. He returned the kiss and deepened it as he felt the other’s hand in his wet hair, a moan escaping his lips as it was tugged on.

As soon as Brock passed him the clippers, he was taking them and settling himself behind his fellow mentor. Calm and precise in how he ran the blades against the back of the other’s head, free hand holding the other steady by one of his shoulders. “I’d say they’re definitely keeping me on my toes. Better that than having nothing to do though, right? How about you, been keeping them busy?” A smirk over the other’s shoulder, practically pressed against the other bare back for a moment.

Brock stood still as the other mentor moved behind him and began to shave away at the hard to reach places. “That’s good though. We’re supposed to be challenged” he admitted with a warm smile. Brock smirked when he was asked about his cadet, “Yeah, mine’s been keeping me pretty busy. He’s a beast” Brock admitted, impressed by Wolff. He could feel Andy press against his back as he worked. 

“Up next?” Rory smiled, looking at the man up and down, admiring his physique before going back to the question at hand. “Did you mean my hair or a shower? I mean I did come for a shower so that’s going to be happening.”

Brock went back to working on clippering his hair before turning to the cadet, “I meant your hair, pretty thing” Brock complimented the other with a charming smile on his lips, his voice having a bit of a southern twang. “Then the shower’s all yours” Brock finished up his own cut and set the clippers down for a moment, checking himself out in the mirror.

A soft snort of amusement escaped Andy before he could help it at the other’s threat, a grin dancing over his lips as he raised his arms in mock surrender. “Oh please, you threatened me with that thing enough to last us both a lifetime, Brock. Was gonna offer to get the parts you can’t reach.” An easy enough offer to make for his fellow mentor as he stretched his own back a little. Cleaned up nicely, towel loose on his hips.

Brock smirked as he looked at the other mentor, “Oh, come on, Andrew - don’t tell me you’re scared of the buzz” he teased his buddy as he continued to work on fine tuning his own cut. “Finish me up then” he flashed a smile and handed the clippers to Andrew, checking out his own reflection in the mirror as well as the other mentor’s. “All these new cadets keeping you busy?” he questioned, his southern drawl apparent.

The blonde-haired crossed his arms over his chest as the other made a comment about his hair being buzzed off next.  Wolff was looking at the other in the mirror, trying to figure out what Brock was like, and still trying to understand him a little more than he did already. “I actually suit short hair. I’m not complaining about mine coming off, unlike others here.”

Brock eyed his cadet and a smile appeared on his lips. Not only was his cadet already pretty fit, but he seemed to have a great attitude. “That’s the spirit” Brock replied to the other as he continued to buzz down his own hair, checking his reflection in the mirror keenly. “Glad to see you’re not afraid of a little haircut” he joked as he looked at his cadet in the mirror, “It’ll suit you well” Brock continued.

Brock was in the bathroom, freshly stepped out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his waist as he rummaged through his things on top of the sink. The mentor grabbed his set of clippers from his bag and plugged them in before begging to trim his own hair back to the short length he kept it at. He couldn’t help but notice someone else standing in the bathroom, “You’re up next” he teased, southern accent strong as he winked at the other.

A soft snort of amusement escaped the mentor before he could help it, even as he began to lead the way toward the showers once they were both decent again. Arm shifting, curling over Max’s shoulders and curling his fingers against his jaw. “Please, face like this? Buzzed hair’s hardly gonna be holding you back.” Thumb shifting to brush over the other’s lower lip, before tugging him in to a quiet block of showers. “Still gonna have plenty working for you even when that mop comes off.”

Maxwell followed the other to the showers, enjoying the protective feel of his mentor’s arm around him. He knew that other mentors weren’t as kind as his own so it was nice to have Andrew around. He felt the fingers on his jaw and smiled, taking in the compliment and praised. Before he knew it he was pulled into the secluded block of showers, “Hey, it’s not a mop” he protested playfully, his hand resting on his mentor’s chest, his eyes studying his handsome mentor’s features.

‘‘Shit.’‘ Lucas frowned as he noticed how bad the gum was in the other’s hair. ‘‘Do they always bother you like this? It may have to be buzzed off..’‘ He replied lightly touching the hair where the gum was. He felt bad because he noticed how long the man’s locks were. ‘‘I can do it if you want.’’

Myles shrugged his shoulders, “Well, not recently. I guess I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time” he explained. Myles then sighed as the other stated that his locks would most likely have to be buzzed to one length, “You sure?” he asked, when the other offered to help. “I’ve never had it buzzed before...” he trailed off, hand pawing at his hair a bit nervously.

Lucas needed a break from all the noise and chaos so he headed to the lounge. It was interesting being at the military academy so far, for the most part he was enjoying himself although he missed some of his home life. He barely made it into the lounge when he was caught by surprise by what looked liked hazing. Was this college all over again? ‘’Hey! Grow up!’’ He yelled out to the obvious mentors as they took off. He shook his head in disbelief as he walked over to the younger man. ‘’I didn’t enjoy it much either at first.  Do you need some help with the gum? That’s so gross.’’

Myles was partly embarrassed and partly grateful that the other male was around in the lounge to witness what had happened. Myles looked at the older male and nodded, “Yeah, help would be nice” he admitted as his hand felt the back of his hair to try and assess the extent of the damage. Myles knew that at some point he was going to have to have his long hair buzzed as a part of initiation, but the gum in it just made him frown. “Guess I’ll have to get it cut sooner than I hoped” he commented as he shook his head, feeling grossed out by the gum in his hair.

“That would be great. I’m sure they have some stashed around here that we can get our hands on. Or I’m sure that there is someone around here who would get us some for just a little relief.” He smirked towards Myles as he laughed softly. “Oh yeah, I hope so. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to deal with this place. It blows.”

“That would be pretty sweet” Myles nodded his head eagerly in agreement with the other cadet. He wasn’t a huge drinker, but the thought of taking the edge off things was pretty satisfying to him. “Me either. It fucking sucks” he admitted with a smile. It was nice to be able to admit it and confide in the other about how awful it was here. “Maybe it’ll suck less in time?” he asked, trying to be optimistic.