Here's another little tidbit from the Lazy L universe...
Lazy L Farm
Quanah, TX
August 31, 1976
Ennis leaned against the wall of the bathroom, watching Jack as he rubbed shaving cream across his face, then picked up his razor. “I like watchin’ ya shave,” he commented.
“Ya do?”
Ennis nodded.
“What, ya think it’s sexy or somethin’?”
Ennis shrugged. “Mebbe sexy, I dunno, mebbe just a guy thing.”
Jack smiled at him as he continued to scrape the razor across his cheek. “A guy thing, huh?” he said, with a small wink. “Yer gay, En, y’know that.”
“Yeah, I know,” replied Ennis, looking down at his feet.
“Ever get a shave from a barber?”
Ennis shook his head no. “Ain’t got the money for that kind a stuff,” he said. “Besides, I ain’t sure I’d like some guy rubbin’ his hands all over my face.”
“Ya like me rubbin’ my hands on your face…”
“Yer diff’rent.”
“True.” Jack finished his shave, washing the remnants of cream off his face and rinsing his razor in the running water. “Who cut yer hair?”
Ennis looked puzzled. “What d’ya mean?”
“I mean, did ya go ta the barber for that?”
“Oh, no. My mama cut my hair, then my sister, then Alma.”
“But ya ain’t been with Alma for a while. Who’s been cuttin’ it now?”
“I tried ta do it myself,” said Ennis, his voice soft.
Jack stepped close to his lover and ran his fingers through his hair. “I could probably cut yer hair,” he said. “Not too hard ta learn ta do…”
Ennis didn’t say anything, just felt Jack’s touch and gentle caress at the base of his skull.
“Ain’t cuttin’ off the curls, though,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.