Jason & Dick

Fuzzy Chin

AN: Suggestive

Fuzzy Chin

"I don't feel like shaving yet so you'll have to deal with my fuzzy chin until I do so~."

With a fake scowl on his face, Dick said, "I'm sure you and your fuzz will grow on me. Eventually. In three years."

"Three years?" Jason gasped in fake shock. "Too long. Get used to my fuzz now Dickiebird~."

"Pfft. Never! However, I won't deny that you look really hot with your fuzz. You should keep it for just a little bit longer."

"Maybe five minutes. I don't intend on growing a beard so as soon as you give me my good morning kiss, the sooner I can go shave off my fuzz."

"I hate that it's already starting to grow on me. Which makes me wonder, what will you look like with a beard?" Dick turned his head and placed his hand on Jason's cheek, kissing him softly.

Jason kissed him back before shrugged his shoulders. "Older I suppose. I don't really know so we'll have to see when I decide on growing it out. But for now, I'm shaving...how come you don't have any fuzz? Did you shave already?"

Dick set his head on Jason's shoulder, running his hands down his sides. "I don't like my fuzz. It makes me look like a hobo. And I'm doing you a favor by shaving quite frequently." He began picturing Jason with a beard. "Woof. I can see you with a beard and I love it." He chuckled briefly. "Go! Shave!" The acrobat began shooing him off by swatting his hands.

"A hobo? I'll be the judge of that." Jason grinned as he headed to the bathroom and said from over his shoulder. "Don't shave tomorrow and I'll see if you look like a hobo or not." In the bathroom while looking at himself in the mirror, he pictured Dick looking the way he did now and he loved it. "A hobo? Yeah right."

Dick followed him to the bathroom. The conversation was not over. "And if I shave tomorrow?" He wrapped his arms around Jason's waist, bringing him closer as he peppered his neck in kisses, his arms slowly falling as his hands gave his rear a squeeze.

"Then tomorrow night," he began, looking at Dick's reflection while smirking a bit. "I'll be sure to handcuff you to the bed and keep you close to my side until I wake up and see your fuzz." Jason reached for his shaving cream and put a good amount on his hand before spreading it all over his chin and cheeks.

Dick was watching Jason in the reflection as well. He moved to the side of his neck, his hands traveling to the front and rubbing his thighs, grazing his covered member. "Sounds more like kink to me." He smirked, setting his head on Jason's shoulder and watching. "Don't scratch yourself. I just cleaned the sink."

"I never scratch myself while shaving...but with you touching me like that I might do just that." Jason tilted his head and began to shave, keeping his gaze on Dick's reflection. "Don't you have work today or is it your day off?"

"It's been a while since I've given you a handjob." Dick smiled, slowly tugging at Jason's pants and pulling them down, just enough so he can see it and touch it. "I'm off. Called in sick." He whispered, nibbling on Jason's earlobe.

"It's been a while since we've done anything." Jason murmured, pausing as Dick pulled down his pants. "Should we make that believable then?" Jason finished up shaving, low hums of approvals rumbled deep in his throat and he rubbed on some aftershave before turning around. "Your voice gets hoarse after screaming so much. They'll definitely think you were sick...unless they see the hickies I'll be tattooing on your neck."

He whispered, trailing his finger down the shaft, very, very slowly. His light blue eyes met Jason's green eyes when he turned around, his hand closing around the shaft entirely, giving it a good grope. "Can't wait. You should get started now. Have we banged in the bathroom, before? I don't think we have."