So I'll paint you wings
Now I'll set you free


Perfection is what he wanted. Patience is what he lacked.


His hair, always had to be perfect. No matter the style, the color, messy or straightened. It had to feel perfect. He first wore it the soft dark brown he was born with. Which eventually grew to his shoulders and a fringe covered his face. It was perfect.

Then he added hints of blonde, to exaggerate the locks that grew out of his head. Making him look lighter skinned than usual and somewhat feminine. It was perfect.

He’d grown fond of the blonde color and let it cover his entire head of hair. Leaving him looking younger, and making him feel new and fresh. It was perfect.

He then shaped it around his head, still long but not as much as it was before. It had fallen out since the first times he colored it. So it lacked the fullness it once had. He went back to his dark brown he had once before. This time styling the back of, keeping his fringe in his face. Occasionally wearing a beanie, just showing off some of his hair. It was perfect.

Once he’d grown bored of the natural colors, he went for something strong and a lot more exaggerated. Adding slits of red to his now black hair. It was crazy, but it suit him. Showed how he’d grown up and became a lot more immature. It was perfect.

But now what? What was he going to do next? He needed something else. His hair was perfect, yes. But it had to be different again. A new perfect. But his mind was out of ideas. He was clueless. He went to his preferred beauty salon to go to his perfect brown he’d had once before. Or course not for long. He just wanted to have a blank canvas to work with.

Zack wore his hair short now. Rian actually grew his hair out, making him look a lot younger, and Jack died half of his hair strong blonde, something he was defiantly able to pull off.
Alex wanted new perfection. He seethed with jealousy as his band mates all changed their hair and he was stuck. He didn’t know what to do with his own hair. Its perfection was dying away. He needed something new and fast.

The stubborn brunette went to his preferred salon once again, waiting for Erica, his stylist to prepare for his appointment. Which he happened to be an hour early to. He rummaged through all of the style magazines looking for something, anything that would inspire him. All of it seemed over used and did not suit Alex’s perfect style he set up for himself. Was he conceded? No, on the contrary, he was a self-conscious person without even realizing it.

“Okay Alex, come on did you finally choose something? Your appointment is about to start and I have a tight schedule today.” The stylist placed her hands on her hips, impatiently waiting on her indecisive client.

“No. I can’t think of anything.” He sighed, placing his palm over his mouth.

“How about I come up with something. Surprise you maybe? And I won’t charge you if you don’t like it.” She arched a brow.

“I don’t know Erica, I’m scared.” He pushed his lips together.

“Come on Alex. How about I just trim it and give you a surprise color?” She half smiled when she knew the exact color to go with.

The conflicted brunette sighed taking a seat on the spinning chair Erica operated with. She snapped the button of the plastic apron that were around Alex’s neck. She guided him to the sinks to rinse his hair and shampoo it before anything else. Making sure the man’s perfection was nice and clean.

“Erica, please don’t do anything stupid.” He sighed, closing his eyes. Trying to relax.

“Okay Mr. All Time Low, I know you’ll have me fired in a second if I do something wrong. So of course I won’t do anything stupid.” She wrapped the towel around his head in a turban style. Walking back to Erica’s work station.

“I wouldn’t do that Erica. You’ve haven’t failed me yet.” He smiled slightly, hoping he’d hadn’t made a mistake.

“Now, since this going to be a surprise I’m blindfolding you.” She smirked.

“What? No, you don’t have to-“

“I do.” She nodded as the man’s eyesight became blocked with a soft material

About an hour and a half of strong dye chemicals and hair snipping went by, and Alex was about ready to rip the cloth obstructing his view. He was known for not being patient. He tried to remove it, even though the plastic apron was in his way. After he felt the blow dryer he immediately took the blind fold off and gasped.

Whips of a bright mix of red and white flew before him. A strong, eye popping flairs of pink sat just above his head of now brownish blonde. An entire part of his hair had been dyed a bright pink. At first he didn’t know how to react. He just sat their emotionless, watching the rosy hair fly before him, becoming a stronger shade as they began to dry.

“Well do you like it?” She asked excitedly.

“Yeah. How much?” He got off the chair, avoiding every mirror. His cheeks becoming the same color as his perfection.

Alex pushed the door of the house he and Jack shared while in Baltimore and slammed it shut. Beginning to tear up. He looked like a complete idiot. He’d never felt so embarrassed in his life. His hair was nowhere near perfect anymore, it was the complete opposite. His stomach churned when he saw Jack who’d opened his mouth, jaw dropping at the sight Alex’s perfection.

“So is this what you settled with?” Jack scratched his head. Trying to adjust his eyes to the strong shades of pink that overwhelmed his best friend’s hair.

“Shut up, I know it looks bad.” He slightly cried.

“No it doesn’t Alex.” Jack frowned.

“Yes it does! I look like a fucking clown Jack. I could see people laughing at me when I was leaving the salon! Erica is such a bitch!” He yelled.

“Alex, it looks fine. Really it does.” He sat next to friend.

“No Jack, it doesn’t. Because I always get this warm, happy feeling when I do something different with my hair and I didn’t feel that way this time. I look like an idiot.” He wiped away his tears.

“Alex, your hair looks perfect.” Jack retorted sternly.

“No it doesn’t Jack!” He darted to his room.

Jack left to his room, and grabbed a few things before he walked in to the direction of pink haired friend’s room.

“Alex.” The younger man let himself in.

“Leave Jack. Unless you’re going to help get this shit out of my hair.”

“Look.” Jack came closer to Alex, presenting him a mirror.
“Right now, you look a mess because you’ve been crying so god damn much. Get over it. Your hair looks perfect.”

“Please stop, I don’t want to look at myself.” He pushed the mirror away.

“I’ll have to prove it to you then.” Jack sat closer to Alex, meeting his swollen eyes. Jack was taken aback by the way the pink fringe helped his friend’s pink lips pop out a lot more. His redden cheeks, matching the color of his messy perfection. For a second, Jack was considering something that might ruin their friendship and that might make things awkward for them all together. But he wanted to prove to Alex that his hair did in fact look perfect.

He pressed his lips aggressively on Alex’s. He was shocked that the pink haired man hadn’t pulled away by now. But their aggressive lip touch became a deep kiss, when Jack felt Alex push his lips harder against the younger man’s own. He cupped Alex’s jaw, moving it downward to access the inside of Alex’s mouth.

Then he tangled his fingers in the mass of pink that was flipped lazily over his friend’s head. The older man moaned when he felt Jack pull his hair harder. He fell back on the bed, with Jack right on top of him. They’d stared at each other for a minute, catching their breath and processing the situation that had just occurred.

Jack leaned down once again, kissing Alex. Lifting the snug fit V-neck the pink haired man wore to rub his side. He felt Alex thrust up when Jack began to attack his neck with sucks and bites. Giving him the shade of his hair on his skin. He lifted the older man and pulled both his and his own shirt off, throwing them on the ground. He palmed his friend’s member through his tight denimand he wore, shaping his hand of that of his hardening dick.

“Fuck Jack.” The man moaned as Jack once again, tangled his other hand in the newly colored hair.

“You’re perfect Alex. Fuck.” He groaned as he felt his own dick begin to grow.

“Too much clothes.” The pink haired man moaned as he felt Jack teasingly unbutton his pants.

Jack pulled off the older man’s pants completely, leaving him lying in the bed with nothing but boxers. His hair bright pink, like his swollen lips and reddening cheeks. He stood up to remove his own pants and grabbed the one needed item from Alex’s drawer. He just knew where to find it.

“I’ll show you how perfect you look.” Jack sat back down on the bed. Turning Alex around to face the bedroom mirror.

The younger man kneeled in front of him, wrapping his lips around his friends throbbing cock. Making his boxers moist with his own spit. Alex groaned and threw his head back, catching a glimpse of his pink locks swiftly move across his head. Jack teasingly bit down on the waistband of Alex’s boxers and pulled it down to reveal his hard dick, slightly coated in pre come. Jack didn’t bother to make use of his hand, but let his tongue slide up and down Alex’s length, making the man whimper in pleasure. Biting his lip as the wet muscle maneuvered around his dick, wetting in completely in saliva. He moved his head upward and placed his lips around the head of Alex’s dick, with his hands still behind him. Looking up at Alex as he slightly sucked the tip.

“Jack please, holy fuck.” Alex thrusted upward, once again seeing his fiery hair fly up.

Jack slowly took Alex’s dick in his mouth, inch by inch. Tasting it as it went deeper into him. Until it hit the back of his throat, was when began to move his head back and forth. Allowing Alex to fuck his mouth. Bobbing his head back and forth, looking up at Alex innocently as he continued to take his dick in his mouth. Alex bit his lip when he saw Jack look at up at him. Never in his life had he thought his best friend was as hot as he was now. Big brightly pink cheeks, and brown eyes staring at him with a mouthful of his own dick. Jack swiveled his tongue around Alex’s cock, trying to find that nerve he knew would drive Alex crazy. He tongue worked on the bottom of his dick, just above his balls is where he noticed Alex moan slightly harder. He worked most of his mouth there, teasing Alex as he gasped curses and repeating Jack’s name. Jack pulled Alex’s throbbing dick out of his mouth, kissing the tip and pulling away as some saliva was seen dripping off both his lips and Alex’s length.

He got on top of the bed and kneeled Alex over. Helping his spread his legs apart slightly. Making his entrance easy access for Jack. He pointed out three fingers and pulled on Alex’s lips. The fiery haired boy took all three fingers in his mouth sucking them as he felt Jack slightly lean over him. After he’d sucked them, Jack rubbed lube on them. Making the hot, sucking session unnecessary for Alex, but more so for Jack’s viewing pleasure. He rubbed one finger around the tight circles of muscles, until he felt Alex push back on his finger he let it slip in. Alex winced, but quickly adjusted to this new sensation. Once Jack felt Alex relax, he stuck another finger into him, curling them and separating them, helping Alex stretch his entrance. The older man gasped as he felt Jack’s callused finger tips brushed up against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure down to his brain that spread through his body, causing him to arch his back.

The younger man inserted the third and finally finger inside Alex, causing the man to tear up. Jack looked at the mirror, seeing his friend begin to cry. He used his other hand wrapped it around Alex’s dick to distract him from the pain. Rubbing his thumb over the aching head. Once he’d seen his friend contorted face relax, he pulled out all three of his fingers and Alex whine was cut short when he felt the tip of his friend’s dick begin to go inside of him. Jack pushed in further, groaning in pleasure when he saw Alex arch his back spreading arms forward, griping the white sheets covering his bed.

“L-lex, tell me when you’re ready.” Jack leaned forward, brushing his lips against the cartilage of Alex’s ear.

“Fuck Jack, please. Fuck me.” He groaned, lips making a naughty O shape.

Jack pulled out slowly and pushed back in, hitting Alex’s prostate fairly quickly. Causing the older man to moan loudly, moving his head. Once Alex adjusted, Jack picked up a perfect pace, thrusting in and out of Alex. Whom glanced at the mirror in front of them, seeing his pink hair whip back in forth a long with his body. Pushing himself harder against Jack. The younger boy gripped Alex’s hips, digging his short fingernails into soft, supple skin. Bound to leave dark bruises on him. He thrusted faster into the Alex, just like he’d asked. Moaning curses and sweet nothings into Alex’s ears.

“Look, fuck, Look at yourself Alex. Look how hot you look. How pink looks so god damn sexy on you.” Jack bit on Alex’s ear when he felt his stomach muscles tighten. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last any longer when he heard his name being screamed by the other man.

“Fuck Jack touch me please!” Alex moaned as he slapped his ass harder against Jack’s naval.

Jack gripped Alex’s dick and jerked it off, slowing down his thrusts. He felt a warm sensation overcome him when Alex released into his hand. Coming all over his hand, feeling the pink haired man tighten against Jack’s dick, screaming his name took Jack over the edge and he released inside of Alex. They’d both collapsed laying on either side of the bed, overwhelmed with post orgasm. Trying to catch their breaths.

Alex looked at his hips which were swollen pink from Jack’s grips, panting as he looked over at his face which was the same color. His hair, fiery pink. Now attracted him. Jack, finally was able to pull out of Alex and cuddled next to him. Holding him by the chest, still painting.

“So what do you th-think? Still hate to color pink?” He looked at Alex through the mirror.

“I fucking love the color pink.” Alex gasped, getting the same feeling of excitement and pleasure as he always did after doing his hair.


It was perfect.

Notes

Yay! One shot at One in the morning.
This is to support my pink haired movement.
#BringBackThePinkAlex
To be honest, the initial title I had for this was;
Pretty (Horny) In Pink
but I feel like it would give the whole plot away so yeah
xD
Hope you enjoyed! Make sure to also check it out my chaptered Jalex;
"Sometimes, The Sickness Is The Cure"
I updated a chapter just a while ago!
Seemingly unnecessary lyircs from All Time Low♥
Thanks for reading this!

~Olee