Page 66 of What I've Tasted of Desire

“I’ll take care of that for you, baby,” I told his limp body. “Don’t want you to be uncomfortable and itchy when you wake up.”

I brushed the damp towel across his chin and down along his jawline, where tiny hairs had started to sprout. “You know, if you really wanted, we could see about getting you laser hair removal. I personally don’t care whether you’re hairy or not; you’re beautiful no matter what. But if it would make you happier, and more comfortable, we can look into it. I’ve heard that it hurts, though.”

It felt good talking to him like this, with him unable to respond. It reminded me, in a nostalgic way, of all the days I’d spent gazing at him and having long, private conversations between us in my head. Before I made him minefor real.Having Alex warm my bed was glorious. A gift from the god that I no longer believed in. But a very tiny part of me liked to reminisce about the years I had spent sustaining myself with the romance in my head, imagining kisses and inside jokes.

I pressed my finger down on the nozzle and a small dollop of shaving cream pooled into my palm before expanding to fill my hand. I carefully distributed the cream across Alex’s chin and up over the lower part of his cheeks. I used my finger to smear some across his top lip, careful not to get any in his slack mouth.

I started at his side-burns and carefully brought the blade down against his skin, moving with the growth pattern to avoid bumps. It took two passes down his cheeks, and then it was on to the stubble along his jawline. I moved the razor slowly along the right side of his jaw, following the trail with a peppering of kisses on the soft, soapy skin left in its wake.

“Oh, Alex. You have no idea the things that I would do for you. I would move this entire earth around if you wanted it.”

I leaned over and kissed his lips again, not bothering to wipe the little bit of shaving cream that transferred from his skin to mine upon contact.

I carefully turned his head to the side and fluffed up his pillow before repeating the same process. I made slow and steady strokes down the sides of his neck with the blade, easily clearing away the light stubble.

Alex wasn't very hairy. He had barely any hair on his arms or legs, or anywhere on his body, really. I think every hair follicle on his body lost their map when he was being created and they all just gathered on top of his head. The boy had more hair on his head than anyone else I’d ever seen. He should be a model doing shampoo commercials.

I, on the other hand, was covered from head to toe (literally) in thick black fur, an inheritance of my ethnic heritage. Alex seemed to be really attracted to my body. Anytime he saw me without a shirt on, he licked his lips. He was constantly running his hands across my hairy chest and abs. It could be the rock-hard muscles, I guess, but something told me he got off on the wholebearthing.

Did that make him a cub? Or is that just a smaller hairy guy? Then there was something about an otter… I don’t know. Some aspects of gay culture mystified me, and this was one such area. As long as Alex kept looking at me the way he did, however, I didn’t care what other people called us.

I cleared the hairs on his chin and then the sides of his goatee. There really wasn’t much in that area except peach fuzz, but I wanted to do my due diligence before I tilted his chin back down. Being this close to his mouth, I couldn't help but kiss him again, sipping the moist warmth of his slow, even breathing from the chalice of his lips.

I brought the razor down on his mustache. His head tipped back an inch and I slipped, nicking the very top of the arch in his Cupid’s bow.

“Oh, no!” My breath hitched as a small drop of blood welled up, spilled past the cut skin, and began to pool in his philtrum.

Without even thinking about it, I stuck my tongue out and licked across his top lip to clean him up. I moaned as the taste of copper and salt exploded on my taste buds, overwhelming my senses. I pulled his lip into my mouth and suckled it, coaxing out more blood through the small cut.

I pulled back, brought the blade to my mouth and cut my own top lip to line up with the still-bleeding cut on Alex. Once some of the blood had covered my lips, I leaned over and kissed him, rubbing my torn skin against his and smearing our shared gore between us. His mouth tastes like pennies and dreams, elemental and exquisite.

“Yeah, baby…” I whispered. “Don’t you see? My blood isyourblood.”

I licked into his mouth, ran my bloody tongue along the edge of his, and whispered into his lips. “We’re connected on a biological level. Your cells swim inside my body, and mine inside of yours. Don’t you understand?”

I reached down between my legs and adjusted my cock. It was rock-hard and painful, jammed up against my thigh in my briefs. The contact with my hand made me shudder.

Having just dipped down for another long, slow exploration of Alex’s bloody tongue, I nearly bit it off at the harsh interruption of someone banging on the front door.

“Goddammit! We’re havingalone time,”I growled as I grabbed the towel and swiped angrily at my mouth, smearing the peach-colored terry cloth with crimson.

Bang-Bang-Bang

“Alex!” That was, unmistakably, Mike’s voice.

I closed Alex’s door as I headed down to see what the fuck Lover Boy could possibly want at this hour. He really was starting to get on my nerves.

As soon as I opened the door, he came flying past me into the foyer. “Where’s Alex?”

“What the fuck are you doing? And lower your voice. Alex is asleep. In case you hadn’t heard, it's been a rough day.”

Mike looked over at me and scowled. “I know everything, you sick motherfucker! You’re not a firefighter, you’re a fucking imposter.”

My blood ran cold.

“Excuse me?” I managed.

“Alex!” Mike called again, ignoring me completely and heading through the room towards the staircase.

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