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Shave
by Stacy L.A. Stronach, March 1998


"Ouch!! Goddamnit!"


Blair listened to the muffled curses coming from the bathroom, and figured
he'd better go see if Jim was okay. He knocked on the door, "Hey, man,
are you okay?"


"Fine. I just can't shave with my left hand without slitting my throat,"
came the terse reply. Jim had injured his right shoulder the day before
thus his arm was in a sling and he was under strict orders to not use
it. Jim opened the door and glared at his partner. "What do you want?"
he asked.


"Calm down, man. I've got an electric razor you can use, it should be
easier," Blair offered, wanting to help his friend.


"No, I can't use those damn things, they irritate my skin. And I hate
going too long without shaving, it itches like hell when a beard starts
to grow. Christ, I guess I'll just have to risk major blood loss," Jim
finished turning back to the bathroom sink.


Blair grabbed a stool from the kitchen, "Jim, why don't you sit down
and let me shave you?"


Jim looked at his Guide, eyebrow raised. "I don't think so, Chief."


"My God, Jim, I've been shaving since I was 14. I have done it before,
lots of times. I know what I'm doing. Besides, you don't want have to
go back into the hospital to get a blood transfusion do you?" Blair said.


Turning his head, Jim considered the kid's proposition. "Fourteen, huh?
Well, I guess you're safe. But you better do a better job on me than
you do on yourself," he replied.


Blair smiled as he raised hand up to stroke his face, feeling the slight
stubble that was starting. "Hey, man, what can I say? I've gotta one
o'clock shadow!" Blair laughed, as Jim sat himself down on the stool
the younger man had brought into the room.


"Uh, isn't that supposed to be a five o'clock shadow?"


"Not for me, it ain't. Sometimes, I could probably shave twice in one
day. Now be quiet, and let me do this," Blair said, moving closer to
the other man. He ended up having to stand between Jim's legs to be
able to shave him properly. As he gently turned Jim's head to a better
angle, Blair tried not to think about how close he was standing to Jim,
and how much he really did want to between the big man's legs but while
they were on a horizontal surface, not while Blair was shaving him. Blair
forced himself to focus, after all, he didn't want to hurt Jim and where
he'd just assured the man he knew how to do this...


Neither man spoke as Blair gently and carefully shaved Jim's face. Jim
closed his eyes, his trust for his Guide being all pervasive, not that
he'd ever let the younger man know that. He felt the razor drag gently
across his skin and Jim thought he could actually hear the hairs being
cut, but he wasn't interested enough to confirm it. What did interest
him was having Blair this close to him, standing between his outspread
legs...it would be so easy to just reach out and wrap his arms around
the man that he'd wanted for so long. No, he couldn't do that. Blair's
friendship was far too important to him, besides, the kid was straight
and would not appreciate sexual advances from his male roommate.


When Blair finished, he grabbed a washcloth off the sink and gently cleaned
the remains of the shaving cream from Jim's face. His hand moved so slowly
it was almost like a caress. Jim sighed and then opened his eyes to find
Blair staring at him, dark blue eyes made darker by...desire. Jim blinked,
it couldn't be, he must be reading this situation wrong but then he smelled
Blair's arousal and he sensed the pheromones in the air. Blair's hand
had stopped moving, it was cupping his jaw, and Jim slowly reached up
to place his hand on the side of Blair's face. He smiled when the younger
man gasped before letting the washcloth fall out of his hand, letting
his skin caress Jim's.


"Blair, do you want..." Jim whispered, unable to say the words. He didn't
need to. As soon as he had started to speak, Blair had leaned in closer
to him and had now claimed Jim's lips for a gentle kiss. Blair caressed
Jim's lips with his own and then slowly licked his tongue along those
lips. Jim groaned as he opened his mouth to the younger man, their tongues
playing with one another before sliding into the other's mouth. Blair
slid his arms around Jim's neck, as Jim wrapped his arms around Blair's
waist, pulling him closer and their rapidly hardening cocks brushing
against one another, making both men moan.


After what seemed like an eternity and only a few seconds, they broke
the kiss and stood there, embracing, staring at one another.


"Jim, I never thought that you'd want me, want this..." Blair trailed
off.


"Well, I do. I want you, Blair. More than anyone else, ever," Jim whispered
before claiming Blair's mouth for another kiss.


End Shave