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Running the brush through his hair while it was still wet and had gel in it was not the smartest thing Frank had done to his hair; he knew he should have dried his hair before putting in the product, but he figured that this may cut down on time! After all, his hair is much easier to work with wet, and adding the gel shouldn’t be an issue, right? It will simply dry like usual as he brushes it through his hair.
Oh how wrong he was.
Now Frank Frankly was sitting with a thin, comb-like brush stuck in this… mess of what he can barely call a hairstyle at this point. His husband had gone out for a second to buy something from Howdy’s abruptly before their date, but now Frank is stuck trying to tug at the comb in his hair, only somehow managing to get the knotting to become much worse.
”Sorry darlin’, I was—“
Oh no.
”Oh sugar, what have you done with your hair?” Eddie says, concern and confusion running through his voice. The southern man walks over and runs a finger along Frank’s, notably still wet, hair and looks at his finger with a squint before shaking his head with an amused grin. “C’mere honey, lemme get this out.”
Five minutes later and Frank’s hair was comb free, sitting with a towel around his shoulders, hair dripping water as his husband works shampoo through the black abyss of Frank’s locks. “Out of any person I know, I would not have expected you to not know gel ain’t supposed to go on your hair straight outta the shower like that, darlin’! It just makes it a whole lot worse to work through!” Eddie says, and Frank can hear the grin his husband wore. “Dear, you style your hair with glue, I am surprised myself that you know anything about hair products. How did you manage to untangle my hair so fast?” Frank says, amused and a tad embarrassed his husband is having to help him get clumps of gel out of his hair like a child that got bubblegum threaded into their locks. He feels Eddie’s fingers freeze for a second before he returns to working through his hair.
“Well darlin’, I had plenty of practice in my days. Y’know, stylin’ hair that ain’t yours and workin’ through it daily for years teaches you a few tricks.”
Frank looks upward with his eyes, keeping his head motionless despite knowing full well his husband cannot see.
“Hair that is not yours? I never knew you were a barber.”
Frank felt his husband chuckle as his head was leaned back and water was poured through his hair, every last bubble falling down the bathtub drain.
“Heh, I don’t got the talent ta be a barber darlin’. I worked with wigs, much simpler than real hair, but took a lot outta me some days. ‘Specially when I had em-”
Eddie cut himself off abruptly, and Frank could tell he was hiding something.
“Especially what, dear?”
”Nothin’ baby, just thought o’ somethin’.”
Frank felt and heard his husband sigh softly, as if he was reminiscing about something. His husband lifted his head and chuckled lightly.
”You’re adorable when your hair’s all messed up like this.”
Frank flushed, embarrassed even further than before as he turned away with a playful scowl.
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Frank may know a lot of things, but he had never in his life known just how many things his husband knew about hairstyles, or that there were so many different things about hairstyles. As he watched his husband with four bobby pins sticking out of the left side of his mouth style his towel dried hair with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, he can’t help but stare and wonder how much about his husband that he did not know. His husband was always open about his past, he was always very open and honest with Frank. If Frank wanted to know something, all he had to do was ask, even if it took a little prodding. Yet this seemed to linger on Eddie’s mind, clear from the way he styled Frank’s hair, as natural as walking to him. Eddie placed the bobby pins on the vanity before chuckling as he said, “Goodness, I’m rustier than a nail on a country park bench. I did my best for you though, sugar. You look stunnin’.”
Eddie’s gentle smile seemed so shy now, like he worried he had done something wrong.
Frank was stunned. His hair looked fantastic and, as Frank reached up and twirled a piece of hair around his slender finger, he realized it was extremely soft.
“Eddie, you are amazing.”
Eddie sighed, relieved that he still had a little bit of a spark in him. He felt Frank sigh underneath his touch, Frank’s shoulders lowering before he saw Frank turn his head towards him.
”What did you style wigs for?”
Frank’s words ran through Eddie’s mind rapidly, twirling and twisting into doubts and worry.
What would his husband think?
Eddie placed his chin on top of Frank’s head, meeting his husband’s eyes in the reflection if the mirror.
”You really wanna know?”
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They had cancelled their date about twenty minutes before they got to where they were now; after all, this was shockingly much more enthralling than going out to the flower field in the forest behind Home.
Frank, now in his bathrobe and slippers, hair still blow dried and bobby pinned, stood behind his husband, eyebrow raised on one side in curiosity as he watched his husband dig through various boxes in their attic.
“There we go!”
Eddie’s voice rang through the attic like wind chimes on a summer day. Eddie grunted slightly as he pulled out a box, covered in dust. He ran his hand over the top, revealing a small piece of tape labeled “Performance”
Eddie motioned for Frank to sit down.
As Frank sat next to his husband, he eyed the box curiously, wondering what could have lie ahead.
”Alright, everythin’ you wanna know’s gonna be in this lil’ guy.”
Eddie grabbed the box cutter he brought along and dragging it along the long piece of duct tape that ran along its entrance, getting the box to open easily, peeling the cardboard back and sliding it over to his husband nervously.
Frank leaned forward to look inside the box before his eyebrow raised as he opened his eyes wide, bringing a hand over his mouth and staying perfectly still.
Eddie’s nerve grew larger by the second, staring at his husband, just waiting for any reaction at all.
“You look so pretty…”
That was not what Eddie was expecting.
Eddie’s face grew warm from the compliment as his husband lifted an old picture from Eddie’s drag days, depicting Eddie in a beautiful, vibrantly purple gown with a poofy bottom, similar to Julie’s dress, except this was very frilly, and the sleeves were off the shoulder and short loose mesh sleeves with glitter, deep purple, almost black eyeshadow, a bold red lip, and long, fiery red hair that reached his mid back. Frank also noticed the pumps his husband was wearing, a neon shade of purple this time. He smiles. Eddie sure had a theme.
In the picture, Eddie was singing, the largest grin on his face. It was his Eddie up there, singing his heart out and looking ethereal.
“Well- I- uh- it’s not much it’s just I-“
Frank looks at his husband, who’s still rambling, and sees red all over his cheeks, nose, and ears. Frank places the picture back into the box, noting the same dress, shoes, and wig being in the box, before scooting closer to Eddie and sitting on his knees in front of the sputtering man in front of him. Frank leans in, cups his husband’s face and kisses his nose. Eddie’s mouth shuts with a pop.
After a slight pause Eddie takes a deep breath, wrapping his legs around his husband and places his hands on his husband’s hips, making Frank move closer and sit comfortably with Eddie, nuzzling into his neck and placing his hands on the red haired man’s broad shoulders.
“Whatdya think?”
Eddie feels Frank smile before Frank lifts his head from Eddie’s neck and pulls him in, kissing him softly. All tension leaves Eddie’s body as he leans into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels Frank smile against the kiss. Frank pulls away after a moment, staring at his husband with adoration before giving him a soft peck to the forehead.
”I think you look divine both ways, my love.”