Lured into the Danger

Cinq

"Right...so...how does Francis normally help you shower?" Gilbert asked awkwardly. He had already checked for razors and sharp objects, and even for anything poisonous, so now he only had to figure out how to get Matthew clean.
To answer his question, he sighed, rolling his eyes again. He put his hands on Gil's chest, where his heart was now beating like crazy. What was he doing? Was he going to kiss him? Were they going to shower together? Gilbert started to worry that Francis would walk in on them and kick Gilbert out for seducing Matthew and breaking the deal. He was about to object when Matthew started to push him, gently so he wouldn't fall.
"Oh, I...uh..."
Matthew didn't push him against the wall or into the shower like Gilbert thought he would. When Matthew finally stepped away, he was in the hallway outside the bathroom, the door closing in his face.
"Oh...yeah. Of course. Sorry." Gilbert swallowed. His body felt hot all over and he knew it wasn't because of the heatwave happening at the moment holy fuck guys stay hydrated okay?!!
What was happening to him? It was different from what he felt for Matthew two years ago. It was like he was getting a fever.
Ten minutes passed. Arthur walked by once, nodded at him, then disappeared into one of the many rooms down this hall.
Matthew unlocked and opened the door five more minutes later. His hair was damp and he was wearing new clothes, a baggy pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Gilbert couldn't help but notice how skinny his arms had gotten. He took a deep breath, placing a hand on Matthew's cheek, feeling the prickle of stubble.
"Do you want to shave?"
Matthew blinked at him, confused.
"What?"
Matthew put a hand on his wrist, prying him away from his face. He nodded.
"Okay. I'll help out. Does Francis normally shave you?"
He shook his head.
"Arthur?"
He nodded.
"Well, I'll be your designated face shaver from now on. I'm really good at it. I taught my bruder how to do it."
Again, he nodded.
"Okay, come on." Gilbert dug the razors out again, along with shaving cream and other things idk I've never shaved my face.
He sat Matthew down on the closed toilet lid and started to work.
He was still through the entire process, unfocused but patient. Gilbert finished the job. It had transformed Matthew quite a bit. He almost looked like his old self.
Almost.
"Can I cut your hair too?"
Matthew reached up, touching his wet locks. He nodded.
"Come sit on the bathtub so we can wash your hair down the drain." Gilbert held out his hand, which Matthew took.
He was set down on the bathtub and Gilbert climbed inside after finding scissors and a comb in the top drawer of the sink.
He started cutting, snipping away at his blondness until his hair was the length it was supposed to be.
"There." Gilbert declared. "Now you look less messy."
Matthew stood up, tugging on Gilbert's sleeve.
"Yes, we can have ice cream now. Let's go."

I'm kinda drunk and half asleep as I type this but please support your skeleton as much as they support you. I mean, they keep your body up and they deserve some kind of treat so today (as in whatever day you read this on) is national thank your skeleton day.
Pls thank your bony bois!