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8 - Bare

8:07am

Brian

The blade moves over his porcelain skin and my eyes water because I refuse to blink. They stay locked on his crotch, making sure I don't move an inch in the wrong direction and slice his dick. He has his left hand resting lightly on my right forearm and I don't know why but it makes me feel calm and centered, like I can't hurt him.

The only sounds I hear are our slow, steady breathing and the loud drumming of my heart. It's not that I haven't done this to myself and maybe even other men, though I doubt I'd remember now. It's that I love his skin and I'd be pissed if I nicked it. Since he's letting me do what I want on his birthday, the least I can do is not hurt him.

The bone handle and the shiny steel razor strike a beautiful contrast to the now-rosy skin that frames his cock, which is thick and full with pulsing blood, but not hard. He sighs a little as I start the upstroke, just cleaning up the errant hairs and making sure he's gotten a very, very clean shave. What he doesn't know is that I'm far from done. When I said I wanted to shave all of him, I meant it. The tiny hairs around his nipples, the blond tuft under his arms, the trail of coarse hair that escapes from under his balls and disappears into the crack of his ass. It's all going. I want him bare.

I move his legs to better examine my handiwork, "Nice." I smile slowly at him.

He looks down as I use a warm, soapy cloth to soothe and clean the freshly-shaven skin. He smiles too. He's probably remembering what his dick looked like when he used to jerk off as a kid, before puberty hit.

"It's gonna itch like hell tomorrow," he smiles at me.

"Luckily, you've got someone around to scratch it," I wink at him.

We both laugh as I grab the shaving cream from the counter again. I put dollops of foam on each of his nipples and he giggles at me. It *is* kind of silly, since I think he has a grand total of three blond hairs on each nipple, but getting rid of the hair isn't the point--there's just something about the simple act of shaving him wherever I want....

I barely touch his skin with the razor as I swipe it around each nipple, aware that the uneven skin could easily be cut. Then I move it down the center of his chest, pretending to shave the hairs we both know aren't there. He laughs and rolls his eyes at me. I assume a look of mock innocence, as if I'm not doing it just to get his goat. Of course, even though I pretend it makes him look 13, I love how hairless he is. Just a spattering of soft, gold, barely visible hairs here and there is just the way I like him.

He patiently watches my every move without saying a word. Just smiling and humming a little. Happy I'm paying this much attention to him, probably. If he only knew how much attention I really pay to every fucking hair on his blond head.

"Am I a good kisser?" his question pulls me out of my thoughts.

I furrow my brow and rinse the razor in the sink, "Huh?"

"Am I?" What kind of fucking question is that?

"Obviously."

"That isn't the kind of thing people tell you."

I laugh at that as I flip the cap on the tube of after-shave cooling cream I got him. Smells really fresh and nice. I put a bit in my hand and spread it all over the skin I just shaved. He shivers and smiles and waits for me to say something in response.

"Oh I'd tell you," I smile. Then for some unknown reason I lean up and kiss him, just barely. Then he smiles.

"Yeah, I figured you would, asshole." He pinches my side and I smack him with the wet towel I left on the counter. He yelps and we both laugh and settle back down.

"Justin, you're a fucking excellent kisser. The master taught you to tongue tango, so I have no clue why you would doubt your abilities. Now slide down and turn around, I'm gonna shave your hole."

His eyes widen and then glint mischievously. He just shakes his head a little and follows my instructions. When he leans over the counter, I reach around to get more shaving cream. Then I part his ass cheeks and smile down at my favorite part of his body. It was really hard for me to pick a favorite part of Justin's body, and I've thought it over many, many times, but I always seem to come back to his beautiful, perfect ass.

"Brian, it's not insured yet, so be careful." We laugh. We laugh a lot these days.

He and I always joke about how his ass is his greatest asset (get it? Yeah, like I said, we laugh a lot these days). That said, I keep telling him he should have it insured like J.Lo. I mean, I've seen Jennifer's ass, and she ain't got nothin' on this boy.

Justin

Brian has me leaned over the counter and bracing myself for what I fear could be a horrible fate. He wants to shave around my asshole and my balls. I'm all for the clean-shaven stuff, but we're getting into dangerous territory here. I mean, the terrain back there isn't exactly smooth--one false move and I might have to sit on one of those ass donut pillow things for weeks. I'm sure my classmates would get a kick out of that.

I can just hear the conversation now, "So Justin, why are you sitting on an ass donut?"

"My boyfriend cut me shaving." Yeah, that'll go over well.

"Careful," I whisper as I brace myself. I feel his fingers dance on my crack as his warm breath hits the small of my back. At least he's leaning down to get a good look at what he's doing.

I hiss when the cool shaving cream comes in contact with my skin but I'm very careful not to move. Practicing for the big show in a minute. I think most of my trepidation comes from not being able to see Brian now. When he was doing my dick, I kept my hand on his wrist and my eyes on his actions. Now I'm completely helpless. I'm sure he just loves that.

The first touch of the razor makes my breath catch. As I feel it glide over my skin, my heart beats faster. Brian's breath quickens and I know he's getting a charge out of this.

I spend the rest of my time ass-up, leaning over the counter just staring in the mirror. I look into my own eyes and think about how much my life has changed in the last year. I am naturally reflective on my birthday and it seems this year will be no different. I always think about what I achieved in the past year and what I want to achieve in the coming year. I think turning 21 is going to be wonderful for me. I graduate from PIFA this year, I'm finally legal and for once I feel like everything in my life is really right. Things with Brian are just amazing. I marvel at the fact we just keep getting better and stronger. School is going so well and I just feel full inside when I think about my future. My future as an artist.

The touch of a warm washcloth running between my ass cheeks brings me back to reality. Brian kisses my shoulder and then smacks my ass.

"All done," he whispers as he puts his hands on my waist. Our eyes meet in the mirror and we stand for a moment, just looking. Finally, a tiny smile that tugs at the corner of his lips breaks our trance. I smile back at him and then turn around.

"Can I do you later?" I yawn and bury my face in his chest to show him how tired I am.

He kisses the top of my head, "Yeah, and you can shave me later too." We both laugh at his comment. He can bet I'll fuck his hot little ass later, after it's shaved bare, that is. Somebody else has to have a wicked, itchy rash tomorrow besides me. But first, it's time to get some sleep.

"Sleep," I mutter as I stumble toward the bedroom. He throws the covers back and lets me crawl in. Then I try to keep my eyes open as he walks around the loft, drawing curtains and shutting blinds to block the daylight already shining in.

My circadian rhythm is going to be so off today. Going to sleep after the sun has come up. Waking up in the middle of the day. Of course, I've always loved that Brian and I never have kept 'normal' hours. Knowing we're up fucking when half of Pittsburgh is sound asleep. There's something sacred about the way our lust always defies our exhaustion.

He slides into bed next to me, instantly warming the space. I curl up next to him and press my lips against his arm. "Thank you," I murmur just before I'm lost to the daylight.

9:00 am

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