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Authors: Brenda Cottern
Tags: Romance MM, erotic MM
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was a two-handed process and Mike knew it was only a matter of time before his stubborn best friend would let him help.
Johnny turned his head to the side and drug the razor down his face. The first nick happened midway through the stroke but Mike didn't say a word. Johnny shot him another glare in the mirror but Mike didn't meet his stare. His eyes were focused on the small bead of blood that had formed and was now running down Johnny's cheek, to make a smudge in the white shaving cream.
Johnny raised his hand and drug the razor down his face next to the smooth spot he had already shaved. When a second nick appeared, Johnny cursed and glared at Mike again through the mirror.
"Minced meat," Mike said flatly.
"God, I hate it when you're right," Johnny mumbled and held out the razor.
Mike pushed himself off the wall and took it gracefully. Johnny maneuvered his walker into position to sit on the toilet and grimaced in pain as he lowered himself down.
Mike didn't say anything and just waited for Johnny to slide the walker away. He grabbed Johnny's chin and tilted his head but before he could lift the razor to his best friend's face, Johnny grabbed his wrist to stop him. Mike was looking into Johnny sky-blue eyes that looked back at him through blonde lashes.
"You do know what you're doing, right?" Johnny asked and sounded nervous.
"No," Mike replied seriously and gave Johnny a crooked grin. "I only do this on my own face everyday. What kind of question is that?"
Mike didn't give him time to answer as he brought the razor up. He had a firm grip on Johnny's chin and couldn't help but think of how intimate shaving his best friend was. Johnny's lips were slightly parted and for a moment the urge to close the distance between them and taste his brother was strong. Mike pushed his desire aside and concentrated on not nicking Johnny. But thoughts of how erotic this was kept entering his mind, especially when Mike bared Johnny's throat.
After each pass of the razor, Mike ran his thumb over the area to ensure it was smooth. He knew he would not likely get another chance to touch his best friend's face and neck like he was doing now. Unless it was to shave him again and there was no guarantee of that happening once Johnny started rehab.
If Johnny noticed his lingering touches, he didn't say anything and it wasn't until Mike was turning his head from side to side to inspect his work, that Johnny opened his eyes. The sky-blue eyes froze Mike to the spot and made his gut cinch. He thought for sure that his best friend knew what he was thinking and was going to call him out on it. The tense moment between them seemed to go on forever but then Johnny grinned.
"Done?"
Mike's throat was dry and he fought the urge to clear it when he swallowed. Instead of offering his brother a reply he grabbed a towel that Johnny had left on the sink and handed it to him. Mike couldn't meet Johnny's gaze when he left the bathroom.
"Gonna make some grub." Mike called from his bedroom as he threw on a T-shirt. "You need help getting downstairs?" Mike turned and focused on Johnny's walker as his brother made his way across the room.
"I should be good with the crutches if you take this monstrosity." Johnny rattled the walker as he grabbed the crutches.
Mike waited until Johnny was settled with the crutches before he folded up the walker and headed for the stairs. Johnny was right behind him and moved better on the crutches then the walker. But the crutches defeated the purpose of making him actually use his new hip. Mike took his time ascending the stairs, staying only a few steps ahead of Johnny. He figured that if his best friend wiped out, then at least he would cushion his fall... Again and probably break his own damn hip in the process. Once downstairs, Mike unfolded the walker and looked at Johnny.
"At least let me get to the couch, bro," Johnny said giving the walker an evil glare.
"Cough over the crutches or no grub for you," Mike
Johnny turned his head to the side and drug the razor down his face. The first nick happened midway through the stroke but Mike didn't say a word. Johnny shot him another glare in the mirror but Mike didn't meet his stare. His eyes were focused on the small bead of blood that had formed and was now running down Johnny's cheek, to make a smudge in the white shaving cream.
Johnny raised his hand and drug the razor down his face next to the smooth spot he had already shaved. When a second nick appeared, Johnny cursed and glared at Mike again through the mirror.
"Minced meat," Mike said flatly.
"God, I hate it when you're right," Johnny mumbled and held out the razor.
Mike pushed himself off the wall and took it gracefully. Johnny maneuvered his walker into position to sit on the toilet and grimaced in pain as he lowered himself down.
Mike didn't say anything and just waited for Johnny to slide the walker away. He grabbed Johnny's chin and tilted his head but before he could lift the razor to his best friend's face, Johnny grabbed his wrist to stop him. Mike was looking into Johnny sky-blue eyes that looked back at him through blonde lashes.
"You do know what you're doing, right?" Johnny asked and sounded nervous.
"No," Mike replied seriously and gave Johnny a crooked grin. "I only do this on my own face everyday. What kind of question is that?"
Mike didn't give him time to answer as he brought the razor up. He had a firm grip on Johnny's chin and couldn't help but think of how intimate shaving his best friend was. Johnny's lips were slightly parted and for a moment the urge to close the distance between them and taste his brother was strong. Mike pushed his desire aside and concentrated on not nicking Johnny. But thoughts of how erotic this was kept entering his mind, especially when Mike bared Johnny's throat.
After each pass of the razor, Mike ran his thumb over the area to ensure it was smooth. He knew he would not likely get another chance to touch his best friend's face and neck like he was doing now. Unless it was to shave him again and there was no guarantee of that happening once Johnny started rehab.
If Johnny noticed his lingering touches, he didn't say anything and it wasn't until Mike was turning his head from side to side to inspect his work, that Johnny opened his eyes. The sky-blue eyes froze Mike to the spot and made his gut cinch. He thought for sure that his best friend knew what he was thinking and was going to call him out on it. The tense moment between them seemed to go on forever but then Johnny grinned.
"Done?"
Mike's throat was dry and he fought the urge to clear it when he swallowed. Instead of offering his brother a reply he grabbed a towel that Johnny had left on the sink and handed it to him. Mike couldn't meet Johnny's gaze when he left the bathroom.
"Gonna make some grub." Mike called from his bedroom as he threw on a T-shirt. "You need help getting downstairs?" Mike turned and focused on Johnny's walker as his brother made his way across the room.
"I should be good with the crutches if you take this monstrosity." Johnny rattled the walker as he grabbed the crutches.
Mike waited until Johnny was settled with the crutches before he folded up the walker and headed for the stairs. Johnny was right behind him and moved better on the crutches then the walker. But the crutches defeated the purpose of making him actually use his new hip. Mike took his time ascending the stairs, staying only a few steps ahead of Johnny. He figured that if his best friend wiped out, then at least he would cushion his fall... Again and probably break his own damn hip in the process. Once downstairs, Mike unfolded the walker and looked at Johnny.
"At least let me get to the couch, bro," Johnny said giving the walker an evil glare.
"Cough over the crutches or no grub for you," Mike
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