It’s Movember, and Ian Greene is ready to give his mustache the spotlight. Fresh from the gym, still riding that endorphin high, he rolls into the barbershop like it’s his buddy’s garage. Waiting for him is Brock Banks — laid-back, easy on the eyes, and built like a guy who never skips arm day. From the jump, it’s nothing but laughs and smooth banter. Brock cracks jokes, Ian fires back, both clearly enjoying the vibe. The cape goes on, the razor comes out, and Ian just sinks into it — total trust. Brock’s steady hands move with precision, every stroke closer, smoother, more personal. The room fades; it’s just two guys, confidence and steel, and that perfect cut coming together. By the time Brock leans in for a final check, the energy’s humming. Their eyes meet in the mirror. Grin meets grin, and the next move’s obvious. Today, the line between flirtatious grooming and fucking is gone. The barber chair’s officially getting more than a haircut today. Guess Ian just found his new favorite spot — and maybe a new reason to keep his Mo looking tight.