Late Bday fic: Beards
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ai_hen . A short, but sweet ficlet for a lovely lady. *hugs*Beta'd by two lovely ladies
gattodoro and laura_iskra Viggo hated shaving. His skin was too sensitive for an electric shaver; not that he hadn't tried every one on the market hoping that maybe this one would work...and spent a week in hiding because his face hurt and he felt disfigured. There was a chance he really did have a streak of vanity running through him sometimes. Regular razors just took too damned long, and despite over a quarter of a century of shaving, he still nicked himself every single time.
Letting a beard grow was so much easier than shaving daily. Beards were manly and good. They protected his face from harsh weather, caught bits of food so they wouldn't stain his shirts, and could be used as a tickling device when necessary.
Beards were easy to maintain, and he thought he looked a little rakish with one. Maybe not a full-on lumberjack beard, but more than Don Johnson had in the eighties. A bit of danger without the pastels.
He studied his face in the bathroom mirror and then looked at the razor in his hand.
"Is the razor talking to you?"
Viggo didn't bother looking at his lover standing in the doorway. "Yes."
"What's it saying?"
"Don't clog my blades with nasty hair and shaving cream," Viggo replied falsetto. He even made the razor move with his words.
"I have beard burn on my arse, love."
Viggo sighed and glanced over at Orlando who was rubbing his backside and looking disgruntled. "What if I promise to be less enthusiastic next time?"
"Never happen. You see my bum and some switch in your brain is flipped."
"Are you calling me a Rim Monster?"
Orlando covered his face, shoulder shaking as he laughed. "You're mad!" He picked up the can of shaving cream from the counter and gave it a shake. "What if I help?"
"My face is too angular for razors."
"I shave." Orlando touched his smooth cheeks and chin.
"You can use the electric." Viggo narrowed his eyes. "I have a beard in your favorite picture of me."
"Your picture doesn't make it hard to sit down comfortably."
"I'll give up rimming."
Orlando gaped. "You bloody well will not!"
"I like the beard!"
"I like your tongue in my arse!"
Viggo blinked and cracked a smile. "Now why don't you talk like that in bed?"
Orlando sighed. "Because your lunacy usually stops at the bedroom door."
"I'll shave tomorrow."
"Then I top tonight."
Viggo set down the razor and grinned. "Deal."
Beards were also good for getting laid.
Orlando turned around and Viggo "accidentally" knocked the razor into the trash bin before following his lover into the hall.
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Date: 2009-03-21 07:09 pm (UTC)Loved Orli's answer to it!
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