“What doesn’t?” Matt countered, but he shook the excess water off the razor and resumed shaving.
Each stroke started at a spot on Vic’s temple and glided back to a point dead center on the top of Vic’s head. Cleaning the razor after every other swipe, Matt finished up in another few minutes, but it grew increasingly difficult to stay focused as Vic kissed and nipped at his stomach. “Don’t move,” Matt kept saying. Each time he did, Vic froze for a second or two, but after a moment he’d turned one way or another, angling for a spot he’d missed. By the time Matt was finished with the front of Vic’s head, his abdomen was damp with Vic’s spit.
The rest was easier to shave. Keeping a hand on Vic’s crown, Matt held his lover’s face to his belly and placed the razor on the back of Vic’s neck. “Don’t,” he admonished when Vic pressed his lips to Matt’s navel. “I’m going to nick you.”
“You’re doing fine.” Vic’s voice sounded muffled against Matt’s skin, his breath fluttery and hot.
Matt laughed. “Let’s hear you say that when I hit your jugular.”
Carefully Matt strummed the razor through the drying shaving cream that still covered the back of Vic’s scalp. With long, even strokes, he held Vic’s ear out of the way as he worked, mindful of the hoops his lover wore. When he reached the center of Vic’s head, his lover pushed forward again midway through Matt’s stroke and pressed his nose into Matt’s navel. “Stop!” Matt cried, laughing. “This is going to be the shittiest haircut you ever got.”
“It’s the most erotic,” Vic countered. “I’m about to bust a nut here.”
With a grin, Matt teased, “You think you’re the only one?”
“Well,” Vic drawled. “Let’s see.”
As Matt resumed shaving, Vic ran his hands up over his lover’s hips. For one brief moment he cupped Matt’s ass through his khaki shorts, one cheek in each hand, and gave a healthy squeeze that made Matt squirm with delight. The razor made a wild zigzag on the back of Vic’s head—if he weren’t shaving all the hair off, there would be some wicked patterns drawn into the fuzz. Vic’s hands rose a little higher, catching onto the waistband of Matt’s shorts. When he gave a slight tug on the fabric, though, they didn’t budge.
“They zip up,” Matt pointed out. “Don’t tear them, you hear? I like these shorts.”
Vic grunted, but his grip relaxed and the pressure of his strength on the material disappeared. Instead he ran his hands around Matt’s waist until he reached the front. Gently he undid the button, then unzipped the shorts. With his head down, his temple against Matt’s stomach, he had a perfect view as the front of Matt’s white underwear strained through the gaping fly. He trailed his finger over the slight bulge, sending a shiver down Matt’s spine. With a little wiggle, Matt asked, “Like it?”
“Love it.” Vic’s finger traced around under Matt’s sheathed dick, outlining it through his briefs, then dipped down to rub over his balls, as well.
Matt danced in place beneath Vic’s ticklish touch, and the razor’s swathe mimicked his move. “You’re distracting me,” he cautioned. “If I cut you…”
“You won’t,” Vic replied. “I trust you.”
That might be the case, but Matt didn’t trust himself. He was handy with a razor, sure, but he usually didn’t have to concentrate on shaving while someone fondled his cock.
On Vic’s second pass, he used two fingers, one on either side of Matt’s dick, and the slight pressure he exerted as he stroked nearly drove Matt to distraction. He arched his back, pulling away from his lover, but Vic gripped Matt’s balls through his underwear and kept him in place. “Not so fast, Matty. I’m having fun.”
“You’re asking for it,” Matt warned.
With a throaty chuckle, Vic squeezed Matty’s nuts. His thumb rubbed a maddening pattern in the sensitive skin between the testicles. “What are you going to do about it?”
Gripping the back of Vic’s neck, Matt held his lover to him as he finished shaving Vic’s head. “Just you wait.”
Vic kissed Matt’s stomach as he laughed again. The vibration tickled through Matt to the base of his spine. “Them’s fighting words.”
Matt didn’t think he could hold out much longer. His cock throbbed from Vic’s ministrations, his whole body ached with want, and the alcohol buzzing through his veins only fueled his desire. He tossed the razor into the sink, where it plopped into the sudsy water, and rubbed both hands over Vic’s scalp to wipe away any lingering shaving cream. The smooth skin felt decadent beneath his fingers. “All done,” he declared. “Time to wash up and take this into the bedroom…”
But when he tried to move away, Vic grabbed the front of his briefs to stop him. “You missed a spot.”
Matt’s hand froze on the top of Vic’s head. “Where?”
Rising from the side of the tub, Vic stood before Matt and placed his forehead against his lover’s. Matt’s hands dropped to Vic’s shoulders, then curled against Vic’s chest. This time when Vic leaned in to claim a kiss, his lips landed on Matt’s mouth. He took one of Matt’s hands in his and guided it down between them, over his taut belly, past his navel, down to the erection that strained the front of his boxers. His hard dick bumped Matt’s wrist, and Matt needed no further urging—he grasped Vic through the thin material, which grew translucent in his damp palm. Against Vic’s cheek, Matt murmured, “What’d I forget?”
Vic thrust into Matt’s hand. Matt opened his fingers to catch Vic’s balls in a fierce grip. “There,” Vic sighed.
For a moment Matt thought he meant there, as in this was where he wanted to be touched. But when Vic kissed him again, an image of his lover’s shaved genitals came to mind and Matt knew his handiwork with the razor wasn’t yet complete. ::You want to finish what you started?:: Vic asked as their kiss deepened. ::Or let me wrap things up real quick while you wait in bed?::
“You kidding?” Matt smirked as he grabbed the waistband of Vic’s boxers. “We’re just getting to the good part. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
With one quick yank, he pulled the boxers down. They pooled on the floor at Vic’s feet and his heavy cock swung out to meet Matt. He stroked it once, lovingly, then tweaked the heavy sac hanging beneath the erect shaft. “Same razor?” he asked, already fishing into the sink.
“Get a new one,” Vic said, stepping out of his boxers. He kicked them over into the corner with Matt’s shirt. “Pick one of the thin ones in the back.”
Matt ducked under the sink to retrieve a new disposable razor and snickered as he extracted a long, slim, pink razor. “These? You know they’re for girls.”
The way Vic glared at him only made Matt laugh. “This is my manhood we’re talking about. I’m not going to hack it off accidentally with some manly blade. I’m going to be gentle to it. It’s been good to me.”
“If the guys you work with ever saw this,” Matt teased, rinsing the razor off under the warm water. “What would Kyle say?”
Vic finished for him, “He’d wish he thought of it himself. There’s nothing worse than a nick on your dick. Trust me. Now you’re overdressed, buddy. Pants off.”
“I’m busy here,” Matt told him. “You want them off, you take them off.”
Vic needed no further prompting. Hooking his fingers into Matt’s briefs, he shucked off both shorts and undies in one fluid move. Matt twitched his hips as Vic squatted behind him, pushing the clothing to the floor. “Step up,” Vic commanded.
Matt obeyed. First one foot, then the other, until his ankles were free from the shorts. Vic tossed them aside with the rest of their clothing. Before he stood, he pressed his face to the underside of Matt’s round buttocks. With a hand on either cheek, Vic separated the fleshy mounds to deposit a kiss between them, mere breath from the pucker of Matt’s anus. When his tongue licked out, Matt rose up on the tips of his toes, his erection hard and pounding against the edge of the sink. One hand gripped the razor so tight, the plastic handle bit into his palm. His other hand clenched the handle
of the faucet, twisting it roughly. Hot water splashed into the already full sink and gurgled down the overflow pipe. “Vic!” he gasped as delight flickered through him. Suddenly he didn’t want to wait any longer—Vic could finish shaving himself after they fucked. “I can’t wait. I need you now.”
“Nope, sorry.” Vic rose to stand behind him, hands on Matt’s hips. Leaning into his lover, he nosed aside the damp curls at Matt’s nape and kissed the back of his neck. “We’re almost done.”
Matt looked at Vic’s reflection in the mirror, incredulous. “Are you telling me no?”
“I’m telling you soon,” Vic replied, the hint of an enigmatic smile on his face. “I’d never tell you no.”
“Sure sounds like no to me,” Matt grumbled.
Vic laughed. “You haven’t heard the word in so long, you wouldn’t know it now if you heard it. Between you and that dog, I don’t know who’s more spoiled.”
Turning in his embrace, Matt leaned back against the sink and kissed the tip of Vic’s nose as he thrust his hips into Vic’s. One hand dipped between them to caress Vic’s dick. “News flash for you, lover boy. One guy here’s more spoiled than all the rest and his name rhymes with—yeouch!”
Amusement flickered over Vic’s features. “Really? Where’s he live?”
But Matt had withdrawn his hand and moved away from his lover as he cradled his fingers against his chest. “Dude, you are seriously prickly. Like a cactus, I mean it. You could hurt someone with that.”
Confused, Vic scratched his balls. “What?”
“Super stubble.” Matt circled around him warily. “I’m not spooning with that against my ass. Your crotch feels like sandpaper.”
With a sardonic grin, Vic reminded him, “I said it needed shaving. But oh, no, you’re the one who wanted to wait.”
“I changed my mind. Sit down.” At the strange look Vic gave him, Matt laughed. “Wait, that won’t work. Let me sit this time and you stand. Is that how you usually do it?”
“I usually do it alone,” Vic pointed out.
Matt slapped Vic’s butt as he skirted around behind his lover. The edge of the tub was still warm from where Vic had sat earlier. It was a bit of a stretch to reach the sink, even if Matt sat up straight, so he settled for scooting over closer to the tub’s spigot. Whenever he wanted to rinse the razor, he turned on the faucet there instead. “You’re wasting water,” Vic grumbled.
“I’m only running it when I need it.” Spreading his legs, Matt patted the inside of his thigh. “Step up, sweetheart.”
Vic obeyed.
Mimicking his lover’s antics earlier, Matt leaned his face into Vic’s crotch. He breathed in a heady, musky scent, something clean like the soap Vic used mingled with his lover’s own special smell, and he couldn’t stop himself from licking out to trail his tongue along the length of Vic’s semi-erect penis. The familiar taste of his lover assailed him, filling his senses; Matt wrapped his arms around Vic’s legs and pressed his cheek flat against Vic’s pubic mound to drink in the man before him. ::Love you,:: he thought, hugging Vic close despite the bristly fuzz chafing his skin.
A large hand dropped to the top of Matt’s head, strong fingers roaming through Matt’s thick curls. When Vic’s thoughts filled Matt’s head, they were heavy with such love and emotion, they made Matt’s eyes tear. ::God, Matty, me too. What do you say we wrap this up and call it a night? I want to feel you in me.::
How could Matt say no to that?
* * * *
Vic had been shaving his genitals since high school. He started because he didn’t like the scraggly way his pubic hair grew in during puberty, but after his first few sexual encounters with other guys, he came to appreciate the feel of smooth skin down there. He liked the way it felt, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the way it looked, as well. He wasn’t a small man, by any means, but shaving made his dick stand out, adding bulk to his cock and balls and making him look…well, bigger. He liked that a lot.
The first few times he had shaved below the belt, it turned him on, of course. Playing with his dick always did, and shaving it was no different. But over the years he’d grown so used to the weekly routine, he didn’t allow himself time to take pleasure in it—he lathered without thought, then held his length to one side as he shaved quickly. By the time he reached his nuts, his shaft stood up on its own, but he barely noticed. He pulled the soft skin of his scrotum taut, shaved that as well, and was done.
Matt, however, had never shaved his own crotch, let alone someone else’s. Each move he made was tentative, each touch gentle. His fingers barely glanced over Vic’s skin as he patted shaving cream around Vic’s cock, and he seemed to run the bath water forever until he found a temperature he liked. When he finally placed the razor against the base of Vic’s shaft, he looked up at his lover with questioning eyes, a small frown on his face. “Is it too late to say I’ve changed my mind?”
“Matty, you can’t hurt me,” Vic assured him.
He didn’t look too convinced. “I’m pretty sure I can. This razor blade’s sharp.”
Vic cradled Matt’s head in his hand. “I mean you won’t. I trust you. I know you.”
Taking a deep breath, Matt grumbled, “I don’t mean to hit squirrels, either, but they run out in front of my car and I can’t exactly stop on a dime.”
“Matty.” Vic cupped Matt’s jaw and opened the mental bond between them. Love flashed through both their souls like an electric spark, a circuit completed only by them both. Vic felt Matt’s erection stiffen against his leg and his own cock stood up in interest. It bumped Matt’s wrist and Vic grinned. “You sort of have to hold him out of the way if you want to get a close shave. He’s going to interrupt you every chance he gets.”
“That’s one interruption I don’t mind,” Matt admitted. “Now hold still. I don’t want to have to spend the night in the ER waiting for them to stitch your dick back on.”
Vic laughed. “You’re going to need something a hell of a lot larger than that little dinky razor to chop it off.”
With a frown, Matt studied Vic’s genitals as if looking for the perfect spot to dive in. Anxiety flickered between them through the mental link they shared. Vic could feel his lover’s nervousness as if it were his own. Taking a deep breath, Matt let it out in a rush that didn’t release any of the tension in his body. “All right. Let’s get this over with. I’m sorry in advance if I screw it up.”
“You won’t,” Vic assured him. At Matt’s dubious glance, he closed his eyes and remembered the last time he’d shaved his dick. He replayed the memory in slow motion, showing Matt how he held himself at the time. Cock in one hand, razor in the other, the motions sure and steady as he shaved away from the base of his shaft. Then, pinching his balls, pulling them down, gliding the razor over their wrinkled skin. Running his hand carefully over the shaved skin to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. ::See? It isn’t so hard. Just don’t think about it too much and you’ll be done in no time.::
::Keep this up,:: Matt thought. He imagined Vic’s mind like a computer screen, the memory frozen on it like a paused video. ::Just in case I have to refer back to it or something. Don’t close it down.::
Vic ran a hand through Matt’s curls, tousling them. “Ready?”
Matt nodded once, then took Vic’s erect cock in one hand. Vic’s blood soared at his lover’s touch, his whole body suddenly focused on those fingers curled so negligently around his member. Holding his breath, he watched as Matty held his dick down and started to shave the tender skin on his pubic mound. With short, even strokes, Matt moved quickly in a fan motion, from left to right.
The motions felt different in someone else’s hand—Vic thought the barely there flicks felt like brush strokes, as if Matt were an artist painting on the canvas of his body. Though there was nothing erotic in Matt’s intent, Vic felt more turned on than he had in quite a while. The look of fierce concentration marring Matt’s handsome features only fueled Vic’s desire. He rubbed hi
s hand over the top of his lover’s head, mussing Matt’s hair, and smiled as Matt froze in mid-stroke to avoid nicking Vic. “Careful,” Matt warned.
Vic cupped his hand around the back of Matt’s neck and left it there, fingers hidden in Matt’s cottony curls. “You’re doing great.”
With a mental prod to indicate the screen on which Vic’s memories were displayed, Matt told him, ::This is better than YouTube.::
“Do they have videos of guys shaving their balls on there?” Vic teased. “So that’s what you do when you’re locked in your office at the gym.”
“I don’t watch porn videos at work,” Matt replied, indignant. He began the delicate job of shaving around Vic’s cock, holding the stiff length up out of the way. Under his breath, he muttered, “I just look at the pictures.”
With a laugh, Vic massaged his lover’s nape. Matt worked the razor gently under Vic’s dick, then back up to the smooth area where he’d started. The moment he shaved over the already cleared skin, he let out a sigh of relief. “There, no blood. Your manhood’s intact.” For emphasis, he gave Vic a slight tug.
Pre-cum bubbled from the slit in Vic’s cockhead. “Balls, too,” Vic reminded him.
Matt looked up at him with a frown. Sweat beaded across his temples, showing just how stressed he was at the thought of scraping a razor over the papery skin of Vic’s scrotum. “I don’t think…”
From his angle, Vic had a perfect view of his lover’s body. Matt’s muscled chest was damp, drops of shaving cream like cum clinging to the thick hair over his pecs. His taut stomach crinkled from the way he sat on the edge of the tub, but under the small folds, tufts of thick, black, kinked hair curled between his legs. His ruddy dick, rigid as a rock, jutted from him like a finger pointing out Vic. A drying smear on his thigh spoke of his own lust; Vic had a matching smudge on his leg, where he’d pressed Matt’s dick between them during the shave.
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