Eyebrow Fic

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It was 2:17 a.m., Brendon slowly walked to the bathroom on his tiptoes so he wouldn't make a sound. His eyes were well adjusted to the darkness because he had been tossing all night. He couldn't stop thinking about Ryan. He had been acting strangely for a while, but he ignored it, because he knew his boyfriend wasn't right in the head anyways.

The bathroom door closed without making a sound, and clicked shut behind Brendon. He sighed before flicking the light on. The mirror was right in front of him, just below the sink. He didn't take a look around the room and stepped up to his reflection.

Brendon passed his fingers over his eyebrow. The hair was very short, as everytime it grew, Ryan would shave them. Taking another deep breath, he tried accept the fact that soon his face would be bare as soon as it grew big enough. The little hairs brushed against his fingertips. He'd do anything for his love, but it was getting strange.  Shaving his eyebrows? Was it a fetish he had? Was there something Ryan wasn't telling him? Brendon would accept him as the way he was, why couldn't he just tell him?

(Flashback)

"Come on, Brendon! It won't be that bad."

"I don't want to shave them, I like my eyebrows."

"Oh c'mon."

"Why do you want me to do this anyway? What the hell?"

Ryan laughed. "I just want to see you without eyebrows. And besides, you can always draw them on."

It sounded weird, but Brendon gave in.

Ryan left then returned with a strange looking razor.

"Whoa, what is that? Hey, go easy!" Brendon blocked his eyes with his hands from Ryan.

Ryan showed Brendon his instrument. "It's just going to collect your hair...so we can throw it out later."

Brendon forced a laugh. "You love seeing me suffering."

Ryan shook his head, "It's not going to hurt I promise."

Brendon nodded.

Brendon leaned on the cabinet to think about it. The cabinet creaked, and gasping, Brendon recoiled his hand. He didn't want to wake up Ryan. He blinked fast, eyeing the cabinet which looked like it was falling apart.

And indeed it did. Brendon quickly reached foward and caught the cabinet door before it fell. He placed it carefully on the sink, before looking up at the contents that were hidden in the cabinet. Ryan liked his privacy, so Brendon never messed with his things, or his bathroom cabinet. But curiosity made him forget his promise to Ryan.

The razor Ryan used to shave Brendon's eyebrows was on the first shelf. On the next shelf was a small clear container of hair. Next to it was another clear container with a green-blue goo.

On the third and last shelf was a key. Nothing else.

Furrowing his thin eyebrows, Brendon eached for everything, he couldn't make any sense of it.

The hair in the container, it looked like eyelash hair...or eyebrow hair.

Brendon was confused and a bit grossed out. But if Ryan had a fetish...

He set the hair container down, and reached for the other one. He opened the lid and took a whiff of the goo. It smelled like baking soda. Puzzled, he put the two items where they sat originally.

The top shelf wasn't very high up, but Brendon stretched his arm up to grab the key. A loud shuffling noise came from the bedroom. Thinking Ryan had awoken, Brendon jumped and pulled his hands into a defensive position. The key had been under his fingertips, and fell down when he moved. It fell onto the sink and vibrated for a few seconds before stopping.

Brendon cringed, knowing Ryan probably would get up. 

He slowly reached for the key, to put it back. But silent footsteps made him shake his head and quickly putting it back and turning away.

The door opened and Ryan took one look at the room and slyly grinned. Brendon, was a bit confused, but didn't want to look at him.

"Ok Brendon. I know. It's time I tell you," Ryan turned his gaze to his lover, 

"Come with  me,"  he whispered.