Close shave


JC gnawed on his bottom lip, averting his eyes and focusing instead on the flickering candles that lit the room with a golden glow. A light jazz song played on the stereo, but it didn’t entirely block out the soft snick snick snick of the scissors. JC dared a peek down his body, but all he could see was the top of Justin’s head suspended over him.

“Justin?”

snick snick snick

“Hmm?”

snick snick snick

“Are you sure about this?”

snick snick snick

“Absolutely,” Justin replied without looking up. “Why do you ask?”

snick snick snick

“Because, well, you know.” JC resisted the urge to move away. “Scissors…and razors…and stuff. There.”

At that, Justin did raise his head the candlelight reflected on the bright scissors Justin held. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked with a slight grin.

“Yes…” came JC’s hesitant reply.

“Then relax.” Justin winked. “You’ll love this, I swear.”

JC suppressed a winch as Justin resumed his work with the scissors. He wondered where Justin had even come up with this idea, and why he let Justin talk him into it.

A brush of cool/warm air brushed over JC’s cock as Justin blew the last of the clipped hairs way. JC felt his cock shiver and grow as Justin’s breath ghosted over him and the question of why was answered.

Justin rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, giving JC to opportunity to survey his now shorn pubic area. His growing cock appeared huge without the bushy thatch of hair that was usually near it.

“Like it?” Justin asked. He was leaning against the bathroom door, a towel, a razor, and a can of shaving cream in his hands. At the sight of the razor, JC felt his cock wilt.

Justin sauntered back to the bed and patted JC’s now limp member. “Poor little scaredy-cock,” he joked, dropping to his knees between JC’s legs. “Lift up,” he instructed.

JC lifted, and felt a towel being placed under his hips. This time he couldn’t look away as Justin poured shaving cream into his hands, then began to lather JC up.

It was cold at first, and tingly, but felt good as Justin worked the cream into a think lather around JC’s cock. Soon a thin, white shield covered JC’s groin. Justin wiped his hands on the towel and picked up the razor.

JC held his breath at the first swipe of the blade and a smooth patch of skin appeared. Justin repeated the action, his hand steady, his face a mask of concentration. He lifted JC’s cock, moving this way and that way, depending on where he needed to shave. Of course, JC’s cock started growing again. When Justin had finished the area around it, he dropped his head and kissed JC’s cock quickly.

“Spread your legs a bit,” Justin instructed hoarsely. JC noticed that Justin’s breathing was a bit accelerated. But the hand wielding the razor was still steady.

And that was a good thing, because Justin was now shaving JC’s balls and oh..my…god…what a feeling. JC’s legs started moving restlessly on the bed. The feeling…stroking…oh…then the cool air…oh…

“Stop. Moving.” Justin looked up at JC, his eyes dark with desire. “Please.”

JC stopped moving.

“And close your eyes.”

JC closed his eyes.

Which was actually even more erotic than moving and watching. He could feel Justin finishing, then felt him leave the bed area. A splash of running water, then Justin was back, kneeling again at the bed and placing a warm, wet cloth on JC’s groin, wiping off all traces of shaving cream.

Then. Oh, god. Then…lotion? Oil? Baby oil, being smoothed on JC’s newly shaved skin by Justin’s firm, strong hands and it felt so good and oh...yes.

“Look at you,” Justin whispered, more to himself than to JC. “Just…look at you.”

JC did. He looked…different. JC watched as Justin continued to rub the oil into his smooth skin. JC’s cock was back at full attention, straining for a touch and already leaking a bit as Justin massaged oil onto his balls.

“So pretty,” Justin murmured, his face nuzzling JC’s smooth skin. “So…so pretty.” Justin’s hands continued to massage JC’s skin as his tongue peeked out, licking a hot path up JC’s cock before his lips enveloped the head.

The heat from Justin’s mouth matched the heat of his hands on JC’s hips as he held the older man down. Justin’s head moved along JC’s shaft, sucking and licking and oh…Jesus…throating…and…ugh…

“Justin…baby…”

“Come on, Jayce,” he whispered, his lips now moving along the smooth skin, his mouth sucking at the tender flesh. His hands worked JC’s cock and balls, squeezing and tugging. “Come on…” he said again before filling his mouth with JC again.

So JC did. His hips moved fast, his cock pumping in and out of Justin’s mouth until finally, his back arched and his climax exploded. Justin groaned and swallowed.

JC caught his breath and opened his eyes, finding Justin next to him, smiling down and still stroking JC’s newly shaved skin. “So pretty,” he said again, his fingers light on JC’s sensitive skin. He chuckled. “Oops. Guess I left a hickey,” he said, brushing over a dark red bruise next to JC’s cock.

JC shrugged. “No one else will see it.” He looked at Justin, still enraptured by JC’s skin. “You really like this, don’t you?”

Justin blushed so hard it could be seen in the candlelight. “Yeah,” he admitted. He looked up at JC. “Thanks.”

“Anytime,” JC replied, smiling as Justin lowered his head to JC’s stomach, rubbing the soft stubble of Justin’s hair.

Stubble.

Hair.

“Oh, my god.” JC wailed, looking down at his shorn groin. “It’s gonna itch like hell growing back in!”



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