Chase's Book of YT One-Shots

Shave (MaskedMexican)

A/N: I've been trying to hold off on publishing this one until Monday, but screw it. I like MaskedMexican.

In other news, I hit one hundred reads. This may sound ridiculous, but I'm astounded. Thank you guys so much.
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Ohm woke up slowly and drowsily, gradually turning and pulling the duvet tighter and closer to him in hopes he may fall back asleep. The lack of resistance informed him that Max had gotten up already, a fact which was only in the very back of his mind while he busied himself with trying to transform 'drowsy' into 'asleep'. His efforts had begun to reap rewards and he began to drift off, but just as he was about to fall off the edge a noise from the bathroom shattered any semblance of sleep.

The sound was almost unfamiliar, and it took him a moment of confusion to realize what it was caused by. A low, metallic buzzing noise that was just loud enough to drag Ohm from slumberland and keep him out. It sounded an awful lot like an electric razor. In fact, Ohm realized in confusion as he sat up, he was pretty sure it was. But Max didn't shave, he barely even trimmed his beard.

So... what then?

Ohm slid out of bed cautiously, his bare feet curling into the carpet as the cold air outside the sheets met them. He clenched his teeth and hugged his arms over his chest, deciding to steal one of Max's discarded sweatshirts to pull on top of his thin cotton t-shirt he'd gone to sleep in. A little more satisfied with the article that could be equated to a portable blanket, he dropped his hands into the pouch pocket and approached the bathroom door which was connected to their room. Light spilled out underneath, washing over his toes as Ohm stood outside, debating whether to just walk in or not. In the end, he knocked his knuckles against the door.

"Max?"

The razor turned off just in time for his voice to carry, and Max knocked back jokingly from inside. "Ohm?"

Ohm rolled his eyes and pulled his hand back, retreating it into the warmth of the sweatshirt which just seemed to be getting warmer with his own body heat. "Are you shaving?"

"Trying to," Max responded with a light laugh, pushing open the bathroom door while Ohm cautiously glanced inside.

It was worse than he'd thought.

Horrified, the older- though who in the world would actually figure he was the older of them- stepping inside and reached up in attempt to wrestle the razor away from Max, but Max simply lifted his arm over his head. Ohm contented himself instead with following the cord and unplugging the offensive device. Max protested, but Ohm held the plug behind his back in open rebellion.

"What the hell are you doing?" He half-spluttered, eyes scanning his boyfriend's face closely as though hoping his first glance was wrong. When Max looked confused Ohm grew irritated, dropping the cord to the ground and holding his hands on either side of his face, one mostly shaven and the other still bearded. Seeing this, Max's brow furrowed.

"Are you saying you're upset with me for shaving?" He questioned slowly, as though trying to see what the big deal was while Ohm felt tempted to throttle the man in front of him.

"Obviously!" Ohm said in annoyance, pulling his hands back from Max's face harshly. "Why would you do that?"

Max had the audacity to look amused at him, setting the razor on the counter. "It was getting long, and I figured I might try the clean shaven thing for a bit. It can't hurt."

Ohm groaned dramatically in despair, turning to leave the bathroom so he didn't have to watch the rest of this horror show. Max caught his wrist and waited until Ohm forfeited the razor he'd swiped from the sink, probably hoping Max wouldn't notice until he could chuck the thing out a window or something.

Ohm jumped down the steps in a hurry to get to the lower floor, but the sounds from above arrived down just enough for him to be perfectly aware of what was going on above him. He contented himself with making a cup of coffee while he closed his eyes and waited for the horrible noises to cease.

He was sitting on the couch and staring at the turned off TV ten minutes later when they finally did, and he felt a weight in his stomach while he pulled his knees into Max's sweatshirt, because God damn if he wasn't going to be as comfortable as possible when the reveal came.

Footsteps of someone larger than himself thudded down the stairs, then became muffled by the carpet in the living room. They halted beside him and he could see bare feet on the ground, but he refused to look up beyond that.

There was a heavy sigh above him as Max took his coffee from his hands and sat it on the table next to them, then dropped a kiss onto the top of Ohm's head. When he still received no response, he sat next to him and waited until good ol' predictable Ohm came closer. When he didn't, he felt confused and pulled down as he realized Ohm was genuinely upset with him for shaving. What the hell was that about? He'd been almost certain Ohm had been joking with him.

"You look like a girl."

Max's face flared up red, too busy staring at Ohm to notice he'd actually looked up at last.

"If you mean the manliest girl to ever live, then I agree," he shot back, a half smile forming. Ohm rolled his eyes, turning to face Max and pulling his knees from his stolen sweatshirt despite feeling it had been stretched now. Oh well.

The beard had been replaced by smooth skin, slightly off color from the rest of Max's face due to the lack of sun it received over the past few years. It just looked... wrong. It looked strange and out of place, like something very important was missing. He leaned over and drew his hands along Max's jaw, holding it under close inspection. He felt the younger's expression mirror his earlier amusement and hit Max's cheek lightly to attempt to be rid of it.

He frowned and folded against Max's side, dropping his hands into his lap. "Grow it back."

"Why?" Max challenged, lifting an eyebrow.

"I won't kiss you until you do."

"Oh?" Before Ohm could react, Max caught him by surprise and caught his lips with his own, leading to an instinctual return of the action before he could catch himself. Max pulled away when Ohm refused to continue. "Really, are you sure about that?"

"Bitch," Ohm accused, folding his arms over his chest and turning his head against Max's arm. Max chuckled and pulled Ohm against him, this action receiving no protest. After a few moments of silence, Ohm spoke up again.

"... But you're going to grow it back, right?"

"Hell yeah."