A Hairy Situation
by Karen and LB
© 2002
Inspired by the removal (YAY!) of that caterpillar JC had on his chin up till the Grammy Awards...
"It's a razor, Josh. Look, it's state of the art."
"Do you have a point? I know what a razor is, Lance."
"Well, I don't think you remember how to use one."
"Look who's talking."
"I've only had this for a few days. You've had that chin stripe for months now."
"Months? Hardly."
"Please--you've had that thing since before Larry King."
"Your point?"
"It's time, Josh."
"But-but I don't WANNA."
"Stop being a baby. Come here."
"I don't see you shaving anything off."
"I only grew this thing 'cause I got lazy. Now come here. I wanna show you something."
"Show me from here."
"I can't. C'mon, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to show you what you look like."
"I know what I look like." But JC goes over anyway.
"I want you to see what I see." Lance leads JC over to the bathroom mirror and stands behind him. He can see their reflections, side by side, and he kisses JC's neck. "I think you are the most sexy, gorgeous man alive." He kisses him again, then slides his hands down JC's arms, and before JC can react Lance pulls his handcuffs out of his pocket and snaps them on JC's wrists. "But that thing on your chin's gotta go."
"What do you think you're doing, Lance?"
"I think I'm gonna make you look beautiful again. And you're gonna love every minute. Sit." He gestures to the toilet seat.
"So all you care about is what I look like?"
"Of course not. I love the inside as well as the outside. But I gotta tell you, that thing has been bugging me for weeks. It scratched up my thighs, dude."
"You didn't tell me THAT."
"I didn't want to hurt your feelings. But it's gotten to the point where I can't wear anything tight anymore." Lance kneels before JC. "Just let me do this, okay? I promise, you'll love it."
"Okay. But the handcuffs, Lance?"
"Just a little insurance. To make sure you don't bolt. Besides, it's a turn-on."
"Oh, really?"
"Really. Seeing you sit there all restrained-like. I'm getting hard just watching you."
"You ARE going to pay for this. You know that, right?"
"I hope so. Now hold still." Lance reaches for the shaving cream he conveniently left on the sink.
"You are going to be careful, aren't you?"
"No, I'm gonna slice your nose off. What do you think? You think I'd want to even nick that beautiful face of yours?" He places a soft, wet kiss on the end of JC's nose. "Do you trust me?"
"Sure. But I have no experience of you with sharp objects."
"I use a knife when I cut my steak."
"The steak doesn't have a pulse."
"It did. Stop being such a baby. I knew I should have blindfolded you. I promise, not one drop of blood will be spilled," Lance says, spraying a dollop of cool cream into his hand. He smooths the cream onto JC's chin and wipes his hand on a towel.
"I'm closing my eyes, now. Tell me when it's over."
"It'll be over before you know it. You won't even miss it. And I'll make it up to you. Now, don't move." Lance kneels once again before his lover and, with razor in hand, very careful draws it up JC's chin. He inspects his work, rinses off the razor and draws it up again, removing every trace of hair. With a clean towel he wipes off the excess shaving cream. "Wow, you look . . . great." He tosses the razor in the sink and moves closer. "Really great." And he brings his lips to JC's, tasting the fragrant shaving cream and JC all at once.
"And I'm alive."
"You have that little faith in me?" Lance sinks back on his heels.
"Just teasing you, babe."
"Ohhh, teasing? That's not teasing. This is." He brings his mouth to within a fraction of an inch of JC's, letting him feel the heat from his lips and then quickly pulls away.
"You're right. That's teasing."
"So let's not tease each other. I'd much rather do this. Now that I can." He runs his tongue along JC's chin and then captures JC's mouth in his own. JC struggles a little with the handcuffs, frustrated that he can't touch, that he can only be touched.
With his tongue probing JC's mouth, Lance begins to unbutton JC's shirt slowly, popping open each button with sure fingers.
JC moans into Lance's mouth, rattling the cuffs again, ineffectually.
When Lance has the shirt open, he slides his hands inside, his cool touch against JC's warm skin bringing JC's nipples to hard peaks. He circles each nipple with his thumbs, pressing the flesh gently.
JC presses into Lance's hand, into his mouth. He hooks his legs around Lance's and pulls him closer.
Lance instinctively wraps his arms around JC, intensifying the kiss. He pulls back, breathless, and says, "So, still mad I shaved you?"
"Kiss me again and I'll tell you." This time, his kiss is sweet, full of love as well as lust. His hands travel down JC's sides to his slender waist, and then between his legs to the hot bulge there.
JC has never wanted to touch Lance more than now, when he can't. He feels powerless, off balance. And utterly aroused.
"Hmmm, I think you kinda like this," Lance murmurs, kissing JC's neck and flicking open his fly. He reaches inside JC's pants and rubs the hot organ.
"Please, Lance. I wanna touch you."
"Well now, I don't know if I want you to. Just yet." He smiles wickedly and begins to rub more vigorously JC's trapped erection.
"Lance." It's a moan, a whimper, an entreaty.
"Shhhh, it's okay. I'm gonna make you feel so good." Lance slips his fingers under the waistband of JC's pants and starts to slide them down his hips, lifting JC a few inches off the seat so he can lower them to the floor. Removing JC's shoes, Lance is able to then slip the pants off. Slowly, he kisses his way up JC's legs, alternating between the right and left leg, sometimes using his tongue, sometimes just his lips.
JC presses his toes into the cool tile of the floor, as his breathing becomes more ragged.
When Lance reaches the warm, musky place between JC's legs he pauses, taking in the scent. He's left on JC's shorts, knowing that the seat is probably cold, but now he reaches in and frees the straining member, wrapping his cool fingers around the long shaft.
A sound that can only be called a growl forms in JC's throat as he struggles yet again with the binding cuffs.
With his mouth poised millimeters from the tip of JC's erection, Lance looks up and says, "You know, it's kind of hairy down here too."
"Don't get any ideas."
"Don't worry. I kinda like this area just the way it is. VERY much." To emphasize his point, Lance flicks his tongue at the tip of the moist, pink shaft.
"You are such a tease."
"Oh yeah?" Lance swirls his tongue around JC's thickness in one spiraling motion and then draws his head back.
"Yeah," JC says, but his desire-roughened voice has a smile in it, too.
Lance grips the base and draws his tongue along the underside, and then back down to JC's balls. Once again, he traces the length of the heated member with his tongue, and when he gets to the tip he opens his mouth and takes it in.
"Yeah," JC breathes again, this time more a whisper, a sigh.
Lance engulfs the entire length into his mouth, using his tongue to apply added friction, sucking gently as he tightens his fingers around the base of the pulsing erection. His other hand grips JC's thigh, holding him in place while he begins to move up and down in a slow, easy rhythm.
JC feels his muscles tense. It's bad enough not being able to move his arms, but being held in place while Lance does such incredible things with his lips and tongue, is at once frustrating and wonderful.
Lance draws himself down and just sits there, JC's fire filling his mouth. Finally, after what seems like minutes, he pulls himself up and sits back on his haunches. "More?" he asks playfully.
JC looks down at Lance with narrowed eyes. "You just love being in control, don't you?"
"Sometimes. Okay, lots of times. I like having the power to make you happy."
"How about giving me the happy use of my arms."
Placing his hands on JC's knees and sliding them up to his crotch, Lance growls, "Are you sure you want me to?"
"When you do that, I'm not sure of anything."
Pressing his face against JC's chest, Lance reaches behind JC's back and snaps off the cuffs.
Flexing his aching wrists, JC brings his arms around Lance and squeezes him tightly. "Better. Much better."
"Yeah, but now you can have your way with me. I feel so helpless."
"You're the least helpless person I know."
"Not when I'm around you. I'm at your mercy."
"So what? You want to lock me back up?"
"What will you do if I don't?"
"This." JC slips one hand around to grasp Lance's erection.
Lance jerks in reaction. He didn't expect this sudden burst of aggression and it's all he can do not to come.
"Still want to lock me up again?" JC asks, his hand moving against the denim-clad hardness.
Lance grips JC's legs. "Noooo," he breathes. He presses his cheek against JC's chest, feeling his heartbeat through JC's skin.
"Good." JC drops his head to kiss the top of Lance's, feeling the spiky hair tickle his newly shorn chin.
Lance wraps his arms around JC, inside his shirt, clinging to the warm body as his hips rock against JC's hand.
"Stand up," JC whispers.
Lance obeys, rising slowly, his body practically trembling with anticipation. JC immediately reaches for the button, the zipper, sliding Lance's jeans down over his hips, followed quickly by his boxer briefs. He leans forward, Tilting his head back, he rubs his smooth chin over the soft hair surrounding the twitching member, then over the even smoother skin of Lance's heated erection.
Gripping JC's hair, Lance throws his head back and moans. His knees buckle but he maintains his balance, relishing the sensation of the smooth skin against his heat.
JC wraps his arms around Lance, holding him, supporting him. He brings his head forward, allowing his lips, his tongue to lightly graze the hot flesh.
Lance lowers his head to see that tongue, those full lips, the soft hair. He bites his lip to keep from crying out, loving every minute of this delicious torture.
JC's lips become firmer, more deliberate, his tongue darting out more frequently, but he still does not take the straining member into his mouth.
Lance groans. "Who's teasing who now?"
"You want me to stop?"
"Heck no! You stop and I really will put those cuffs back on." JC leans forward again to lick Lance's erection from base to tip, then pauses to blow on the moist strip his tongue has left, feeling Lance's shiver as the wetness evaporates.
Lance is trembling now, using all his strength to stay on his feet. If this is what happens when he shaves JC, Lance makes a mental note to do it more often.
JC shifts his grip on Lance so he's supporting more of his weight, then, finally, slowly, deliberately takes Lance into his mouth.
Lance whimpers when his member is captured in the hot, moist recess of JC's mouth. He cradles JC's head, his fingers lightly scraping JC's scalp.
JC begins moving in the slow, sensual rhythm he knows Lance loves, just the right amount of suction, just the right tongue to make Lance crazy.
And crazy he is. Lance's eyes roll back in his head as he begins quick, careful thrusts against the thick tongue. "Joshhhhhh." Lance is panting now feeling himself close to climax.
Gripping Lance even more tightly with one arm, JC reaches out with the other for the hand lotion on the counter. He pumps some into his hand, then brings his hand around Lance again, parting the firm globes of his ass and seeking with slippery fingers the sensitive opening. Lance's body jerks forward and he almost sends them both crashing to the floor, but JC holds him steady. He spreads his legs wider, giving JC better access. Squeezing his eyes shut, he concentrates on staying in control. The intensity of the sensations JC is producing nearly sends him over the edge, but he fights back the urge to come, wanting this to last long enough for JC to experience the kind of intense pleasure Lance is feeling. JC's mouth glides more intensely, more quickly as he pushes his fingers into Lance, stroking with just the right pressure over his prostate. He's almost completely supporting Lance now, holding him securely.
With JC stimulating him from both sides, Lance grips JC's shoulders, crying out each time JC touches that sensitive spot that drives Lance wild. He rocks steadily against the thrusting fingers, trying not to push too far into JC's mouth. JC intensifies his actions even more, relaxing his throat muscles to take Lance in even further as he thrusts.
That's all Lance needs. His neck straining, Lance stifles a scream as his knees give out and he comes again and again, gripping JC so tightly he later finds out he left bright red marks.
JC holds Lance up until he's done, only then letting him slide down onto JC's lap, Lance's softening penis flopping against JC's still stiff one.
Spent and sweaty, Lance leans his head against JC's. "I should shave you more often." He kisses JC's forehead, his nose, and finally his lips as his hand wraps around JC's neglected erection. "Every day, if you want to."
"If this is what happens, I don't think I'd last a week." He tightens his grip and begins a steady stroking motion.
"Does that mean you don't like it?"
"Do I look like I didn't like it?" Lance rubs his thumb over the moist tip of JC's erection. "Nooooo," JC moans. He lifts his lips to Lance's once again.
Lance feels a surge of energy in the kiss. He strokes harder, surer, plunging his tongue into JC's mouth.
JC catches Lance's tongue between his teeth, playfully as he begins to thrust in time with Lance's hand.
Squeezing JC's erection just a little more, pulls his tongue away, teasing JC's mouth.
With both hands, JC grasps Lance's head, bringing Lance's mouth back to his.
Taken by surprise and about to protest, Lance's words are captured in JC's mouth. He shifts so that JC's erection is resting on Lance's thigh, and he rubs it vigorously, listening for any sounds of pleasure from his lover.
JC makes small, growling sounds deep in his throat and his hands tighten in Lance's hair.
Lance smiles even while kissing, loving the sounds he's hearing and wanting to produce more. He rubs faster now, urging JC on.
JC releases Lance's mouth, letting his head fall back as he gasps out his pleasure.
Lance watches JC's face, concentrating on every facial muscle and every change in expression, altering his strokes in reaction.
JC opens his eyes, gazing up into the face he loves, which is looking into his own so intently. That's all it takes. He's coming, crying out his lover's name almost desperately. Wrapping his arm around JC, Lance holds him steady until his orgasm subsides, and even then he cradles JC's head to his chest, kissing the sweat dampened skin and whispering sweet words of love.
JC waits until his body has ceased to shake, then pulls back enough to look up at his lover. He runs one finger over the stubble decorating Lance's jaw and chin and murmurs, "Now, what are we gonna do about this?"
Grinning, Lance reaches for the razor.