That fucking asshole!
Neil angrily stomped his way home from the inn after the scene that the stupid redhead had caused. It was supposed to be a small quick peck, not a long and wet make out. He could still feel the tingles on his tongue, despite how many times he wiped at his mouth. Why in the hell had he been kissed like that? He didn't ask for it.
As for who he kissed, he would rather it had been anyone else. While some people in town annoyed him at some point or another, Allen always bothered him. The stylist was too conceited for his own good, and he let everyone around him know about it. It was always, "I'm good at this" and "I'm good at that". His ego was so big, it could probably fit in both parts of town. While a lot of the people in town were wrapped around his nimble finger, Neil didn't believe any of his intentions were good. Even from day one, he hated him.
When he first met Allen, the redhead had been eating lunch with Rio and Rod. Neil still remembered the way his sharp blue eyes had judged his ragged appearance, full of contempt as if Neil wasn't worthy of even looking at him. Rio and Rod had watched on, not realizing that the two were slowly becoming rivals from first sight. It really was hate at first sight. Neil even remembered the first words he heard coming from those smug lips. Words that still pissed him off to no end.
"THAT'S Neil? What a huge letdown. I was expecting someone more exciting and better looking. Guess I set my hopes too high."
Neil almost punched his door open as he recalled that day. There was no way that someone who says that to someone they first met can be a good person. And Neil was right on his hypothesis. Every chance he got, the hairdresser said something to make him mad. Unfortunately for him, Allen realized how easily annoyed he was. He cursed Rio for putting his house right next to the salon. He had a high chance of leaving his house at the same time as him. Luckily he worked beside Rod, who was a lot less annoying then his childhood friend. Rod might be a bit too optimistic at time, but he would rather deal with that.
When he finally made it to his bed, he got in as soon as he could, being too lazy to change clothes. He lazily let his boots drop to the ground, not caring if he got mud on his floor. It had rained so much recently that he didn't even bother to be annoyed by it at this point. He would appreciate if the weather went back to sunny for a week before rain, but the sky disagreed with him.
He put a hand to his lips, as if he could still feel something. While he hated the narcissistic redhead, his lips had been so soft against his. He couldn't deny that he liked the kiss. He still remembered the way the redhead had pulled him closer and clawed at him, almost desperately. It was a passionate kiss, as if kissing a soulmate. But why had he been kissed like that? And why in the hell did it make his heart race?
Neil shook his head, it must have been the alcohol thinking for him. He shouldn't have liked it at all. He didn't like it. He didn't! He let out a small groan as his head began to pound. Not even asleep yet and he could already tell that he was getting a hangover. When morning came, he knew what he had to do. He had to confront Allen and ask him what the hell that was even about.
Neil sluggishly made his way out of his bed, holding a hand against his head as a sharp pain shot to his temples. He glared at the rain pouring down outside of his window. Rain meant that he couldn't work and if he couldn't work, he'd be bored for the whole day. He didn't feel like picking up his guitar and all of his books started to bore him. This was the only time that he was lucky that his house was next to the salon. He could go in and get out quickly. Depending on how long he felt like ranting to Allen.
Skipping putting on protecting against the downpour, he swiftly slid inside the salon, only getting a bit wet. Being only seven, he knew that Allen would still be asleep. But Neil didn't care if he had to wake him up. He wanted answers. But there was something intimidating about making his way over to the stairs, the darkened lights and rain gave the place a gloomy feel to it. Each step seemed to creak beneath his step, as if it decided to break after years of work. But this house wasn't too old. Surely Rio didn't mess up when she made this building. Ignoring the warning feeling in his gut, he knocked on the door at the top of the stairs.
For a few minutes nothing happened, so he tried again, a bit harder. He tapped his foot on the ground as he waited to get greeted. But after minutes, he started to get annoyed. He didn't care if Allen wasn't working today. It gave him no reason to be asleep for so long. He pounded on the door as hard as he could, feeling his patience slowly melt away.
His fist stopped in mid air as the door was slammed opened, revealing a very disgruntled redhead. Allen glared down at Neil, his normally smug blue eyes darkened by a hangover. But Neil couldn't help notice his hair.
"You look terrible, but your hair still looks that good? What is your secret?" Neil couldn't help but asking. Surely it had to be some type of magic. No way was it possible without some sort of trick.
"You woke me up just to ask me about my hair?" Allen rolled his eyes. "If you are going to disturb my slumber, at least let it be important! Why the hell are you even here this early for anyways."
"I came to ask about yesterday. About that kiss."
"What about it?"
"Well," Neil put his hand on his chin as he thought of what to say. Every second that passed seemed to be pissing the redhead off even more. "That wasn't what we all agreed on. It was supposed to be a small one. Why in the hell did you make out with me like that."
"I was drunk," Allen shrugged. "Look, it was just a kiss, okay? Just forget about it."
"I can't forget about it," Neil huffed in response. "You can't just kiss someone like that and just act like it was nothing. I couldn't stop wondering about it all night. Why?"
"Why does it even matter to you," the stylist mused, as if realizing something. Neil didn't like the way his lips curved into a smirk. His heart began to pound a bit as the redhead continued. "Unless you liked it? If it was enough to keep you up at night."
"I didn't like it," Neil denied, feeling his cheeks warm up as he remembered the previous night. He made a mistake coming here and he could tell that the other realized it as well. "You're just an idiot."
"You don't need to lie to me," Allen smirked even more as he dragged Neil into his room. He kept a hand wrapped around Neil's wrist as he threw him onto the bed and climbed on until he was right on top of him. "When will you ever listen to your own desire? My, you look so cute with your face being that red. Red really is such a good color for you, sweetheart."
"Get off me, you idiot!" Neil tried to struggled, but couldn't do much with his wrist restrained. He glared up at the taunting hairdresser. "I never said that I enjoyed it. How ignorant can you be?"
"No need for insults, my dear," Allen leaned down until his mouth was right up to Neil's ear. "We can keep going if you want to. I meant what I said about that kiss not meaning anything to me. But our next kiss will."
"No it won't," Neil tried to kick against him, but the redhead only laughed.
"How about we find out."
Neil wanted to snap back, but soon felt Allen's lips on his. At first he tripped to keep his lips shut, but as soon as their tongues met, he felt himself relax. Part of him knew that he should keep fighting back, but his body didn't resist. It has been a while since he did this with someone and his body missed the feeling. The hands gripping his wrists relax, joining with his as he was kissed harder, feeling pressed into the bed. He let out a sigh as one of Allen's hands made its way to his hair, gripping it delicately. His mind felt hazy everytime his tongue explored his mouth, a slight ringing in his ear. But as soon as Allen pulled away, Neil went back to glaring at him.
"Are you done now, asshole?" he couldn't free his hands, so he resorted to digging his fingernails into his hands. But Allen only flinched.
"Not yet," He glared down at him. "Don't do that."
"I can do what I want," Neil hissed at him, deciding to look down so that he wouldn't be gazing into such taunting blue eyes. But by doing that, he noticed that the hairdresser was awake in more ways than one. "Are you always this damn horny in the morning?"
"Well you did wake me up," Allen leaned down to whisper into his ear again. "And don't play innocent. You're hard as well, mister."
"It's a natural body reaction!"
"Then let's see how the rest of you responds."
Neil jumped a bit in surprise as he felt his pants being tugged off, his boxers coming along with it. He felt himself blush as his lower half was looked over as if he were a prize to be won. He could see the hunger in his eyes.
"If you are going to do something, than do it!" Neil looked away, the bright painted walls making him feel even more displayed.
"If you insist," Allen whispered lightly as he lowered himself so that Neil's cock was close to his mouth. He started slowly, just teasing his tip with light flicks of his tongue. He slowly circled around it as he engulfed it inch by inch. Neil let out a moan as he felt himself being sucked. He almost didn't feel the finger sliding up his thigh until it reached his entrance. He jerked slightly as he felt himself being impaled, not expecting that at all. His body shivered a bit from the unknown feeling. He huffed more as the finger moved a bit more roughly, as if trying to find something. When Neil felt his sweet spot being probed, he dug his hands into the bedsheets, ignoring the small bit of pain of being stretched at his entrance. He sluggishly opened his eyes to see the redhead bob his head, blue eyes closed as if he was enjoying himself. Neil tried to remain calm, but he was so close to the edge as he was pleasured at both ends.
"I'm going to finish," he mumbled, feeling him moved his fingers harder and swifter. Allen increased his pace on his dick, taking him all the way down. Neil felt a shudder go through him as he reached his climax, his seed shooting into the redhead's mouth. After coming, Neil fell back against the sheets, his strength failing him. Allen pulled off of him and swallowed, looking Neil straight in the eyes.
"Thanks for the breakfast, Neil," Allen gave him a smug look as he adjusted his clothes and prepared to leave the house.
"You're an asshole," Neil shot back.
"Make sure to clean up any cum that you shot onto the bed," Allen smirked again as he placed a hand on the wall. "Bitch."
