Chris / Joey / Lance - or any combination of the above

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

Had a bit of an accident yesterday, and today I'm stiff, sore, and realising just how frustrating it is to have your right arm hurt when you try and do most anything for more than five seconds ... set me thinking to the various times we've seen one or other of the guys with a wrist strapped up and just what exactly a caring boyfriend could do to make them comfortable, as it were ...

pretty please with sugar on top?

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[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

"Argh!"
Lance winced at the high pitched scream of frustration from the bathroom. His first impulse was to run and see what the problem was, but Chris had not reacted well to Lance's earlier offer of assistance.
Still, he had to make sure that Chris was alright. Lance walked quickly but quietly, stopping just to one side of the doorway where he could see part of the bathroom. Chris was looking in the mirror, scowling at his shaving-cream covered reflection in the mirror.
It was almost funny, his right arm in a bright purple cast covered in layers of plastic wrap, the towel around his waist slipping off (because how could he have tied it one-handed?) and the foam dripping from his face down his chest.
"You ok?" Lance asked.
"Ever try to shave one-handed?"
"Can't say as I have." Lance tried to sound as matter-of-fact as Chris did, knowing that Chris did not take well to pity.
Chris set the razor down and wiped at his face, scowling at the uneven sideburns. Lance barely noticed the asymmetry, mesmerized by the newly shaved skin peaking through the foam.
Without actually planning to move, he found himself standing behind Chris, speaking directly into his ear. "You know what would be hot? If I shaved you."
Chris's eyes met his in the mirror, clearly suspecting a ploy. Lance leaned to pick up the razor, pointedly rubbing himself against Chris's towel-clad backside. He could see int he mirror that Chris's eyes had gone wide with realization.
"This some kind of fetish for you? It's not a blood thing, is it? I don't do the blood thing."
"It's a naked thing. Like stripping you, only more intimate. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," Chris replied in the lowest voice Lance had ever heard from him outside of bed.
Lance set the razor down, and put his arms around Chris, turning him so that his back was to the mirror. He kissed him carefully, avoiding the mess of foam, and then lifted Chris up to sit on the counter.
Chris grinned at him. "Show-off."
"Little-bitty thing like you? Anyone could lift you." Lance replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he aligned the tools he would need. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to center himself. If he held a blade to Chris's throat while he was this excited, it might turn out to be blood play after all.
"I trust you," Chris said softly, and Lance opened his eyes and nodded.
They were silent then; the only sounds were their breathing and the soft grating slide of the razor. Lance started by evening up the sideburns, making sure the angle was more flattering than Chris's mistake. Then he moved down towards Chris's mouth, edging carefully around the goatee and beard horns.
He worked in short strokes, carefully considering the angles of Chris's face, memorizing each place of clean fresh skin as it was revealed.
Chris was uncharacteristically still, his only movement to wrap his legs around Lance's waist and pull him closer. It was harder for Lance to move his arms, but he didn't really mind. Not with Chris's cock jutting out from the towel to rub against Lance's belly. He wanted to take his shirt off but he'd have to set the razor down and step back. And that was not happening until he was done, so Lance settled for feeling the hard blunt push of Chris against his t-shirt.
So it went; razor stroke, look down, rub against the counter, look back up, repeat. It seemed to take forever, but finally he was almost done. Lance gently pushed Chris's head back, revealing the underside of his chin. For a brief moment he fantasized about swiping upwards, removing the beard horns in one swell foop, but he resisted the temptation.
When the last stray hair was cut away, with Chris's head still tipped back, Lance tossed the razor into the sink and roughly pushed the towel aside.
When he leaned down to take Chris into his mouth the angle was awkward and the had to take all his weight on his arms. Chris's hands were pushing at him, almost to the point of making him gag, and there was a twinge in his lower back.
It was perfect.

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

Eeee - thank you! Perfect indeed ;)

"It's not a blood thing, is it? I don't do the blood thing."

"It's a naked thing.

*bibble*

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

glad you liked it! It was supposed to be all sweet and cute, but Lance has a dirty mind.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh wow.

That was amazing! I'm all wibbly just now because that was so perfect and I loved it. Especially Lance lifting Chris onto the counter, that was just...gah, so hot!

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

have you seen the arms on that man lately? Had to be, even if ti was sort of mixing up the timeline

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I have seen them and now I've the most delicious thoughts in my head of Lance lifting Chris all the time, which is probably wrong as he wouldn't want to be lifted like that but I can't help it!

[coffeewordangel.livejournal.com]

*wibble* Oh Trickyfish, how I love thee.

I've always had a thing for shaving fic. I think because it's so intimate and personal and about trust and yeah. Little things, man. Little things.

*wibbles again for good measure*

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

Shaving is very intimate, and I was intending this to stop there but Lance was really horny.

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

oh yum-my!

[krankykittie.livejournal.com]

MEEP! How did I miss this post?!? Shaving...I might just have a new fetish...or something now :)

Perfect!

Lance was really horny
Ans a horny Lance is the best kind.