"So, what do you think?"

He does a little spin, striking a few Dazza-like poses.

"It's... different."

"Different?" Getting pouty now, bottom lip protruding. "What's that supposed to mean?  This is the Real Me now Dan - d'you like it or not?"

Hands on hips, eyeballing me.

"It doesn't look bad or anything, Daz... I'm just... it's going to take some getting used to."

Flustered look.  The hands go up.

"That's it - you hate it!  I'm dying it back!"

"No wait - Daz no!  I didn't say-"

"You said different - that's just a polite way of saying it looks AWFUL."

Arms crossed - going into supersulk mode.

"That's not true, Daz.  As your best friend it's my job to tell you the truth and all I'm saying is I'm just used to seeing you with black hair."

"But you've always known I'm naturally blonde!"

"Yeah, but I've never actually seen it!"

Silence.  He eyeballs me.

"What??  I haven't!"

"Dan, you've seen my worst regrowth episodes - you've even helped me dye it."

It's getting worse, he's not even raising his voice any more.

"And it's not just my regrowth you've seen, you know.  I don't dye all the hair on my body."

"What I'm supposed to have noticed your facial hair?  Daz it's not like you have a beard."

More silence.  Impatient look.

"Dan..."  Getting condescending.  "We lived together.  We've shared dressing rooms.  I know you've seen it."

"Seen what?"  He raises an eyebrow.  Eyes flicker down and up again.  "Oh... you mean..."

"You've seen me naked like a thousand times, Dan.  *This*," He points at the hair on his head, "shouldn't be a shock to you."

"Daz!  You may have been nude in the same room as me but I've never *looked*!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Oh come on."

"What - you really think I've been checking you out all this time?  My best mate?"

"Dan, it's OK, you can tell me.  I don't mind.  There's no need to be embarrassed."

"I am *not* embarrassed about something I've never done!"

"Dan..."  Hands on hips now, eyebrows raised, "Stop fooling - this is *me* remember?  Besides, everyone does it."

"So have you?"

"Have I what?" 

Carefully blank look.

"Don't play dumb.  Have you ever... checked me out?"

"Well, yeah.  Heaps."  He's way too casual about all this. "You know you have a damn nice arse."

"Ah... thanks."

"Oh you're blushing.  That's so cute."

Holding back laughter now.  I want to smash him.

"Shut up.  We're talking about you remember.  The Great Hair Dilemma."

"Yeah right.  The *real* dilemma is you - my closest friend - not believing this is my natural colour!"

"Your natural colour?"

He nods vigorously.

"The colour you were born with?"

More nodding.  "Mmm hmm!"

"Fine.  Prove it."

Well look at that, no more nodding.

"How?"

"Show me."

"Here?"

"Yeah.  Show me what you reckon I've already seen." He's pretty much motionless now. "What're ya scared?  Don't expect me to believe you're shy."

"No... I just... argh!  OK, but you have to as well."

"But it isn't my natural hair colour that's in question."

"Yeah, but I'm not doing this on my own, mister.  Come on, both of us or neither.  How bad you wanna solve the mystery?"

Oh he's challenging me now.  Getting all hoity-toity.

"Fine.  But you first."

"Na-ah. Try both together."

"Ok you win."

*ziiiiiiip... snick... swish...*

"You'll have to lose the shirt as well, it's covering everything."

"Ok, but you too..."

*sound of clothing hitting the floor*

"Nice abs, Jonesy. You been working out?"

"Apparently I'm not the only one.  Your chest is getting pretty toned.  Mmmm feels nice too."

"Dan..."

"Mmmm... that's like solid muscle... and your nipples-"

"*Dan*..."  Warning tone in his voice now.

"Ok, ok.  Off with the boxers, I wanna see."

"Ahhh, no."

"No?  Come on, chicken shit, I will if you will."

"No I changed my mind."

"Too late, you're locked in.  Don't make me do this myself..."

"Dan - don't!"

"Too late!"

"mmph!"

"augh!"

*swish*

*THUMP*

Pants around his ankles and blushing furiously.

"Oh *Daz* I see... you are a lot blonder than I thought, and a fair bit, ah, bigger."  I believe *erect* would be the word.

"I'm sorry Dan - this is so *embarrassing*."

"It's ok, luv, you're not alone."

I take his hand and prove it to him.  He releases an agonised sigh.

"Ahhh... see Daz, you're not the only one all worked up."

"Dan, I-"

*Kiss*

"Mmmm... see what you do to me?"

"Ahhh... you taste so good..."

"So do you..."

*Kiss*  *Kiss*  *Lick*  *Stroke*

"Ah!"

Eyes fly open.  I've pinned him.

"Mmm... ever had another guy touch you like this?"

"No... I'd have to say you're the first.  Unless my doctor counts."

"He most certainly *doesn't*."

"Mmmm, ok then...  Don't stop you imbecile."

He doesn't stop either.  That is, until...

"Dan - what are you...?"

"Just gonna take a closer look at your *natural* colour."

"Oh.  Ohhh.  OHHHHHHHHH......"

*Lick*  *Slurp*  *Suck*  *Swallow*

"Mmmmm.... Dan..."

"Mmmph"

"Ahhhhhh.... Dan!"

"Mmmm"

"DAN!  Ahhhhhh... I'm gonna... AHHHHHH!"

"Let it go, baby."

*Loud long agonised moan*

*Slow sated kiss tainted with cum*

A little sigh.  He stares at me with half-closed lids.

"If only I'd known."

"What?"

"That you liked blonde hair this much. I would've dyed it back ages ago."