BrandontheLover one shots

Let me help you shave

Word count: 1.189

Last updated: 13-8-'22

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'I don't wanna shave but I really should...' Brandon whines. He's sitting on the other side of the couch but you can clearly see his pout. You roll your eyes, a smile on your face. You scoot closer to him, which isn't very far. That's the luck of a very small couch in a small apartment. 'You don't have to shave. You look very good like this,' you tell him, reaching a hand up to touch his stubble. 'I missed your stubble, to be honest. Thought I was gonna get it back but then I hear you wanna shave it off again...' you say, now it's you who's pouting. Brandon reaches a hand up to grab yours. 'If I don't my mom is gonna say something about it again like last time we went out,' Brandon replies. You hum and say 'I almost forgot we were going out with them, has been quite a while since we've last seen them.' Brandon nods as an answer and doesn't say anything else. You lean back into the couch and let out a sigh as you stretch out.

'Hmm, do whatever you want. If you like it like this you should keep it,' you tell him, looking in front of you, 'I think you look really hot.' You hear Brandon let out a laugh next to you. You turn your head to look at him, amused. 'I think you're really hot,' you mumble out, still smiling as you wait for him to respond. 'Oh, believe me, I know you do,' Brandon smirks. He moves to his side so he's facing you more and pulls you closer. 'Come here,' he softly says before kissing you slowly. After you pull away a few seconds later you say 'Only thing I dislike about your stubble is that it feels kind of weird when I kiss you.' 'Hhm, guess I should shave then. Only to find some motivation now,' Brandon states, moving forward on the couch. Just before he stands up you ask him 'Want me to do it for you?' He raises an eyebrow, not expecting you to offer to do it for him. He almost looks confused as to why you asked, but doesn't say anything about it. He keeps sitting on the edge of the couch, not getting up just yet. All he asks is 'Do you want to?', to which you nod your head. 'I don't mind helping you. Plus if you teach me how to do it now I can do it some other time if you need me to.' you try to reason with him.

He thinks for a while before replying. 'You've never done it before?' he finally asks you, looking to his side where you are still seated. 'Nope,' you reply, looking back at him, 'So what do you say?' He smiles and finally manages to stand up from the couch. He reaches out his hand for you to grab, a motion for you to follow him. 'Ok, well, we're gonna have to teach you then. And be careful, cause the razor is quite sharp.' Brandon takes you with him to the bathroom. He grabs you by the hips and lifts you up onto the counter. You giggle, not expecting that to happen. 'What was that for?' you laugh. 'Now you can see what you're doing, little one. Too small to reach up here, otherwise' he says as he motions towards his stubble. 'Not too short, you shush,' you say defensively. He just laughs and opens a drawer next to your legs. He gets out the bottle of shaving cream and a razor and places them on the counter next to where you're seated.

'I guess you know what to do with the shaving cream?' he asks and waits for you to answer him. You nod your head as you take the cap off of the bottle. 'Course I do, dummy.' You get some cream on your hands and get it on Brandon's face. You rub it in a little, making sure everywhere you have to shave is covered. You lean to your side so you can wash the remaining cram off of your hands, before you start the shaving. He takes the cap off the razor and hands it to you. 'Please, don't hit an artery and make me bleed out on the bathroom floor. Please and thank you,' Brandon says and you can hear the sarcasm. 'Keep talking shit and I might. Could go out with your parents without you, I'm sure they would like that.' Brandon snickers, 'I'm sure they would. Almost think they like you more than they like me. They just keep praising you. How nice you are and what a lovely wife you'd be, ugh.' You raise your eyebrow. 'Really? And why have you never told me that before, huh?' you ask him, waiting for an answer before you start shaving. 'Don't need to stroke your ego even more, big enough as it is now. If you can, please start shaving or I might as well do it myself, sweetheart. Don't wanna be late and lose your good daughter-in-law points now, do we?' Brandon jokes, making you laugh. 'Sure thing, babe. Now stop talking.'

You take the razor and slowly make your first line, starting on his cheek. You nod to yourself as you see how well you did for your first try. You get the excess shaving cream off of the razor before going back in. 'M actually pretty good at this,' you mumble to yourself and Brandon lets out a laugh. 'Should have made you done this sooner, is what I'm hearing. After I see how you did I will let you know if you can shave me again or if I should just do it,' he says. He tried looking in the mirror but is unable to properly see what you've done. 'Stay still,' you tell him and you put a hand on his head to keep him from moving.

'Wow,' Brandon says after you've finished cleaning off all the little bits of shaving cream still on his face. You look at him while he's looking in the mirror. You almost want to say he looks impressed with your skills. 'What ya think?' you ask and look at him expectantly. 'You're actually really good at this babe,' he replies. 'I know,' you smile, wiggling around a little. 'Hhm, I may let you shave me more often. Quite nice to just have to stand here and not put any effort into it. Plus you have a very cute face when you're all concentrated on your work.' You nod your head and smile. 'Now, lets get ready for that dinner. Or we're also gonna get a lecture on how we should be on time for things from my lovely mother,' Brandon says as he helps you off of the counter. As you follow him to the bedroom to get changed you hear him say something.

'Now, next time you hold a knife against my throat it can be in the bedroom,' he says grinning. You laugh and hit him on the shoulder.