A/N - Nothing special. Just a short drabble for a friend. Thought I would share.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of its characters. They belong to Mr. Mark Gatiss and Mr. Steven Moffat.
Sebastian sat in a chair in the middle of the kitchen with a towel draped around his shoulders. His eyes were closed as he listened to the faint snip of scissors worked behind his ear. Every now and then nimble fingers would comb through a few locks of wet hair testing to make sure the length was even. He wasn't able to enjoy the feeling for long because each time he leaned into the touch his head was roughly forced straight again. This was another one of those times.
"If you don't keep still I'll cut part of your ear off for fun." Jim threatened, sliding the cold metal against the shell of his ear.
He smiled softly and rolled his eyes. There was never a haircut without a threat.
Jim leaned over some to be eye level with the back of his neck. The metal edged its way against his skin, snipping bits of hair as it went. Nearly letting his head lull forward as a memory of a knife gliding down the edge of his jawline came back to him, a firm hand was instantly around his throat causing him to focus again. "Sorry, Jim."
"Be glad you talked me out of a barber's straight razor."
A slow stream of air fluttered around the side of his neck removing a few strands of hair. His eyes fluttered closed at the mixture of coolness and the warmth he could feel coming from the lips hovering near his ear. Fingers slid up into his hair and tugged gently before combing the wet locks back into place.
"All finished." Jim pulled the towel from his shoulders and folded it. "You're free to go."
"I could get this done by an actual barber, you know." He brushed off the remainder of hair on his shirt onto the hardwood floor.
"But I like it." The towel was dropped near the end of the bar as a reminder to be cleaned. "Your hair slipping between my fingers." He gave the spot between his ear and jaw a chaste kiss. "Not to mention you enjoy it."
Sebastian ran his own hand over his freshly trimmed hair as he remembered one of the countless times Jim had carefully threaded a hand into his hair then pulling with a strangled groan just as Sebastian found the right spot. He slid his arm around Jim's waist, pulled him into his lap, and kissed under his chin. "Is the foreplay over yet?"
"You didn't behave like you promised." Jim replied, fixing an apparent strand of hair that was placed behind Sebastian's ear.
"Maybe next time?" He rested his hand on Jim's hip watching his chest subtly rise and fall under white cotton shirt that had three buttons undone.
Jim graced him with a half smirk. "You always say that." He stood up from his seat without protest, but pulled on one of Sebastian's wrists. "Make up for breaking your promise."
He left his chair and backed Jim into the bedroom as the suit jacket fell to the floor.
A/N - I hoped you enjoyed it!