atlinmerrick:

Techie’s hair is always a tangle so @allmannerofsomethings wondered how Matt gets Techie to let him comb it, and what he finds in there when he does.

—

Two, three, fo—wait. What.

“Uh.
Techie? Is this a…stick?”

Reflex
quick: “No.”

Matt
squinted at the thing judged not a stick. It was a stick. He held it at arm’s
length so Techie could see it, too. Techie turned his head the other way.

Right,
okay, whatever.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixte—wait.

Matt
leaned forward. “Uh, is this…” He sniffed the back of Techie’s head.
“…salt nettle jam?”

“No.”

Matt
dabbed his tongue at spot that seemed but was deemed not jam. It was jam.

That’s
when Techie harumphed and started wiggling his butt. Reflex quick Matt looked
down, to see what sort of wiggle it was.

Because
there’s the bad butt wiggle Techie does when he’s waited too long to pee. That
wiggle walks his ass to the end of a chair until it’s fall off or get to the
fresher.

There’s
the good wiggle he does in the mess hall sometimes and Matt doesn’t even have
to look. Clear as day that wiggle says dew cake’s on the menu.

This
wiggle was neither of those but because he’s an adept at Techie bum speak Matt
knew this one was a warning and that went something like this.

Matthew Kee, I am only
allowing you to brush my hair because you bought me a pretty pink hair comb and
matching pretty panties and then gave me puppy eyes but I can take these off
you know and go the kriff to bed.

True
enough, Matt had begged to brush Techie’s
hair. True too is that Mattie Kee loves his love heart and soul, but when you
think maybe you saw something moving in those red tangles this morning, well what
you do is quick-smart you buy your boy some bribes and, with some big, brown-eyed
blinking, you convince him to sit on the bed and let you count out the strokes
as you comb.

Matt
did not convince Techie to listen to
the detail of what that comb found.

So
Matt apologized. He pushed to the left that bit that had had the stick, and he pushed
to the right that bit still knotted with jam, and Mattie then leaned in warm-breath
close and soft as anything he lipped and nibbled and kissed Techie’s neck full
of shivers.

And
that’s when Techie started up with
one of the good butt wiggles. And this one, oh this one Matt, Mattie, ‘my big
beautiful boy,’ this one he knows, because Techie taught it to him in the dark and
this wiggle, it can be gently, roughly, wetly, translated to something like
this.

Finish Mattie, finish finish
untangling my hair, then take these pretty pink panties off me and tangle me,
Mattie, tangle me up in you.

And
Mattie did.