“Just saying - I don’t think it is too long.” Fajar said, eyes worry, he doesn't want to shave, he thinks he looks good with his beard. But Rian always does this, everytime his beard grows a little bit too much for him, he practically drags Fajar to the bathroom and help him shave.
Rian grins as he combs through the coarse hair, glancing up at Fajar. His chin is just tilted slightly up, guided by the gentle pressure of Rian's fingers.
“I know,” Rian laughs quietly. Fajar's body is stiff as rock, because even though Rian helps him shaves all the time (it's their routine), and Rian knows what he is doing, Fajar always gets nervous when he has a pair of scissors in his hand. Because of that one time he accidentally knicked his skin, which had been completely Fajar's fault anyway.
Rian frowns while he is concentrating, he guides the scissors to the hair peeking out of the teeth of the comb. Fajar's adam's apple bobs as he swallows, like he knows the scissors are near though his eyes keeps looking at Rian intensely.
He refrains from commenting about Fajar's intense stare, not wanting to make Fajar move abruptly or laughs as he starts to trim his beard (because that may or may not be the reason he had gotten knicked before). His heart sinks a little, because he loves the thickness of Fajar's beard, the way it feels against his own skin. But he loves how smooth Fajar's skin is after a fresh shave, and hair always grows back, right? Also, he doesn't want people to throw themselves at Fajar because even though his boyfriend is hot without a beard, but he is way, way, way hotter with a beard.
But he wouldn't dare saying that last part as one of the reason he always want his boyfriend to shave. Fajar would tease him forever if he finds out.
"I think shaving you before the tournaments start is like our lucky charm you know? It makes me feel good." Rian said, standing between Fajar's opened legs, his knees close around Rian's hips, his fingers tapping against his own spread thighs.
“Hmm,” Fajar mumbles after a moment, pinching Rian's belly before cupping his hands around the edge of the sink he sits on. Clumps of hair trickle down to the floor, catching on his legs, flyaways latching onto his shirt and it isn’t the best position for an easy clean up, but Fajar had insisted. “I think so too."
Rian tilts Fajar's chin to the right, admiring the slope of his neck before he starts on the left of Fajar's face. It is amazing to him how he finds every part of Fajar beautiful, from the slope of his neck to the round of his knuckles, each strand of coarse hair that clings to his skin, and the dip of his collarbone -
“You’re distracting me,” Rian murmurs, gliding the scissors across the comb as his heart thumps in his chest. He swallows, focusing more on the shape of Fajar's beard then the feeling he has for Fajar building up in his chest.
“I’m not doing anything,” Fajar responds when Rian brushes through the beard quickly.
Rian pushes up on his toes as Fajar looks down at him with a questioning look, a mischievous smile on his lips as he starts to press it against Fajar's fuller ones. Fajar doesn’t hesitate to part his lips, head cocking to the side so their lips fit just right.
He makes a noise of content before pulling away and patting Fajar's thigh, indicating for him to hop off of the counter. He grabs the towel waiting for them to soak as he turns on the hot water, feeling Fajar's body cover the back of him.
His large hands cover over his hips, and he feels Fajar's lips at his jaw. “I reckon you’re distracting yourself babe.”
Rian doesn’t deny it as he soaks the hand towel with hot water, but instead bites at his lips and cocks his head to the side to allow Fajar to move his lips lower, tickling his skin with the coarse hair still on his jaw.
Rian puts the towel to the side, start cupping Fajar's unfinished shaven jaw, kissing him softly. Fajar groans softly in the kiss, mumbling "Aren't you going to finish shaving my beard?" then Rian pulls away and grins cutely, "Sorry, you distract me!"
Fajar smirks, "I don't even do anything!" But Rian doesn't reply to him, purposely ignoring his boyfriend, and continue shaving his boyfriend's beard.
Helping Fajar shaves his beard has always been Rian's favorite moment as a couple, he doesn't know why, but it feels really intimate to him. There is something about being near Fajar, the gentle way he touches him, that constantly drags a warmth feeling through him that he longs for when they are away from each other.
It's these small moments, that Rian appreciates more. Helping Fajar shaves his beard, eating chicken satay at their go to place near their dorm at midnight, random talks at night if Ahsan goes back to his house and Fajar got the dorm room for himself, cuddles when one of them are feeling down.. all those small yet meaningful things make him love being in love with Fajar Alfian even more.
And Rian would never, never, ever, let all these beautiful things go easily.
