Chet Watakeekul

I woke up and stretched enjoying as each muscle pulled taut. When that was done, I turned to my side to watch Vincent's sleeping face. He was always turned to me. It didn't matter if it was right when we went to bed, when we first woke up, if I woke up in the middle of the night. That didn't mean he didn't move in his sleep. He would shift a bit, maybe more on his back, or more on his side or more on his stomach, but it didn't change the fact that he faced me.

We had won our first tournament game the day before yesterday. The last tournament game for our smaller conference would be tomorrow. It wouldn't affect the outcome. Whether we won or not, our wins for the season were high enough that we would automatically be in the Division I tournament. I tried to think positively, but it was going to be hard to win tomorrow. We were up against the goalie that Devon had never scored against. But anything could happen. He could have an off day. I could be the one to figure out how to get passed him.

I reached for my phone on the end table next to me and disabled the alarm before it could go off and wake Vincent. I always woke up before my alarm went off when I stayed with Vincent. Probably because I didn't want it to wake him. I set my phone back onto the end table and shifted so I was on my side facing Vincent.

My fingers reached out and touched the stubble on his jaw, moved to the stubble on his chin. I wondered if he'd let me shave him. Was that a weird request? He shaved every morning anyway. My fingers moved up and lightly traced his lips. His warm breath caressed my fingers. He shifted slightly and his breathing changed. I withdrew my hand. He might find it strange that I was touching his face while he slept.

His golden eyes fluttered open. They really were beautiful. I reached up and ran my fingers delicately over his eyebrows. He smiled and seemed to melt under my fingertips as he closed his eyes again.

"Good morning," I said quietly

"Yes, it is," he said. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I traced my fingers down the side of his cheek and let them linger on his jaw. His eyes opened. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked.

I shook my head and brought my fingers to his lips. My hand returned to my side. I leaned in that short distance and kissed him gently.

When I pulled away he asked me, "You don't want breakfast?"

"Can I shave your face?" I asked.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise. "You want to shave me?" He ran a hand over his stubble. I nodded. "What about breakfast? You should eat something," he said.

"We can grab something quick on the way," I said.

"Okay," he said.

Good. He didn't think it was weird. We rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. I grabbed his facial cleanser and put a little on my hand. I had used his before and thought it was better than my sisters. Yes, I had used my sister's facial cleanser. My mom always got blamed for it, but my mom did use hers too so she couldn't refute it. I was pretty sure my dad used it too. My parents paid for it anyway so I didn't feel guilty.

I put a little bit of hot water on my hand with the cleanser and gently massaged it into his skin. His eyes closed as if he enjoyed it. My fingers lingered on his jaw again. Maybe I had a thing for his jaw. Was that weird?

I rinsed off the cleanser and spread on the shaving cream. I prepared his razor and brought it up to his jaw, but hesitated.

"This feels different than when I shave my own face," I said. The positioning was awkward and I didn't know how to fix it. It wasn't really something to fix. I just had to come to terms that it was a different angle and a different view. I brought the razor up to his jaw but hesitated. "What if I cut you?"

"You're not going to cut me," he said easily.

"But what if I do?"

"Then every time I look at it or feel it I'll think of how you care for me."

That was probably the sweetest thing I had ever heard. My heart beat rapidly against my chest and for a moment, I lost my voice. I forgot what I was doing. Then I remembered the razor in my hand.

"Now I'm afraid I won't cut you," I said.

He smiled. "It doesn't matter if you do or don't," he said. "I'll still think fondly of this moment."

I brought the razor up to his jaw and made the first swipe. His skin was fresh and clear in that spot. I rinsed the razor and shaved the next spot slowly. His jaw was warm under my touch. The more I revealed of his handsome jaw, the more my heart fluttered. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to rub my cheek against his. I wanted to kiss his jawline. I definitely had a thing for his jaw.

"Are you getting turned on shaving me like I get turned on watching you brush your teeth?" he asked when I was almost through.

I blushed and avoided looking into his eyes. "I think I might have a thing for your jaw," I said.

He laughed. Not a laugh like I had just said something funny, but a laugh like I was endearing. My heart wouldn't stop its rapid beat.

I finished shaving him. I hadn't cut him. When I finished rinsing the razor and drying it, I put his aftershave on my hands. I cupped his cheeks, rubbed his jaw, traced the skin around his lips. My eyes met his as he stared down at me. The muscles of his jaw moved as I ran my fingers along them. His skin was smooth and warm. I touched him long after I needed to. The more I touched him, the more I needed him. My breathing changed. There was a stirring in my groin.

I retracted my hands as soon as I realized I was getting hard.

"I'm going to kiss you," he whispered a moment before his lips crashed against mine. His hands rested on my hips as my arms encircled his neck. His lips were soft and warm and delicious. I tasted them again and again as our lips moved together. My tongue darted out first with my desire to taste him - to have him - more fully.

His hands trailed down to the back of my thighs. Our kiss broke for a brief moment as he lifted me - I made a little hop to help him - so I now sat on the bathroom counter. As soon as I could, I pulled him to me again to kiss him. My fingers played with his hair as my tongue rolled with his. My fingers moved down to trace his jaw as our lips moved together. His hands ran along my thighs, squeezing and exploring. They traveled up until he was cupping my hard on over my sweat pants.

"Wait," I panted and pushed him away slightly.

"I can take care of that for you," he said with a smirk.

"No." It was difficult to catch my breath with him so close. My hand was on his shoulder holding him at a distance, but keeping him close.

"You don't want me to?" he asked.

"No. Yes." He had to be confused and I didn't want him to think I was rejecting him. I put my head down in the crook of his neck. "If you do, I will want to take it further and we have classes to get to and we'd miss those classes and I'm not sure either of us are really ready to go further, but maybe we are and I'm being silly, but even if we are ready, we still have classes and we still have to be responsible as we're adults now and puppies." I was rambling so much it was incredible he hadn't just left me. On the other hand, he did say my rambling was cute.

"Puppies?" he asked with a little laugh.

I pulled away from his neck so I could look into his eyes. "Yes, puppies. Talk about puppies."

"Okay. What about them?"

"Do you want one when we're older and have our own place and can afford one and have the time for one?"

He smiled as if I had just proposed. What did I just say? I did just say 'our own place'. He seemed to like it though instead of it scaring him off so that was good.

"Yes," he said. "Let's get a puppy. What kind of puppy do you want?"

"A big fluffy one," I said.

"Like a malamute?"

"Yes or a husky or a golden retriever." It was working. My breath evened out and the ache in my groin eased as I thought about cute big puppies.

"Chows are cute too," he said.

"Every dog has their own traits and issues," I said. "We should be careful we're getting the right one for us."

He suddenly moved forward and hugged me. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him as close as I could. I almost slipped out 'I love you', but I managed to control myself. One step at a time, I reminded myself.

"Are you going to sleep over tonight?" he asked next to my ear.

"I think I better sleep at my home," I said. "I have to get up early to travel to the next game."

"We're still on for lunch today though?" he asked as he pulled back.

"Yes," I said.

He patted my legs. "Then get ready. You can't miss your morning class after you wouldn't let me jerk you off."