Fifteen: Facial Hair

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I'm sitting on the closed toilet lid in the bathroom watching my god of a step-brother shave.

We decided we are going to see a movie today, but Ferb told me to let him shave first since his five o'clock shadow was turning into a full on beard. And I of course followed him into the bathroom because I'm so freakin' enamored by him that the thought of not following him around like a lost puppy is painful.

I can't help watching him closely.

To a normal person he may just be shaving his face, but to me, a puberty suffering fifteen year old boy, it is a very erotic action.

I can't take my eyes away from his bobbing Adam's apple. I can see it move every time he takes a swallow and for some reason that really gets to me.

I don't know what it is, but something about it just gets my blood flowing. And from previous experiences since I've turned fifteen, I've learned that my blood tends to go low when it really starts to flow.

As his razor clears another strip of white off of Ferb's neck, I concentrate more on his throat. His skin is so white and gorgeous, and I just want to bite it and-

"Hey, Phin?"Ferb calls my name suddenly.

"Huh? What?" I ask, focusing my eyes on his and trying to look like I wasn't just imaging sucking on his throat.

"Did dad show you how to shave yet?" Ferb asks as he rinses his razor. For all the attention I was paying I didn't realize that he'd finished.

"Oh, no. Not yet. Why, do I look like I need to?" I ask jokingly. I've only gotten a few uneven hairs on my chin so far. I've just been letting them go.

I wonder if Ferb likes beards. Or guys for that matter. They seem to go together.

He smirks in a way that tells me he gets my joke and also makes my heart feel like it's leaping into my throat.

"Do you want me to show you?" Ferb asks.

"Sure." I answer, trying not to sound eager. I think if Ferb asked me to jump off a cliff I would. And I'd do it enthusiastically too.

I walk over to him and he moves so that I can be in front of the mirror.

"You should either wash your face with hot water first, or shower. And you obviously know how to use shaving cream," he says pointing to the can he has out on the sink.

I nod because I'm not an idiot.

He then nods toward the sink so I turn on the hot water. I guess I'm getting rid of my chin hairs, but I can't say that I really care.

Once I've washed my face I spray the shaving cream into my hand and then rub it on my face. I probably have more than I need, but oh well.

Ferb then grabs the razor and turns it backwards before he takes a step toward me so that we are so close that I can feel his body heat.

"You want to use this much pressure," he tells me before he runs the back of his blade over my face.

I'm holding my breath trying to convince myself that it's not a good idea to knock away the razor so that I can kiss him. He's so close to me and I can smell the sent from the aftershave he put on while I was washing my face.

I keep telling myself I'm not going to jump him, but everyday he does something that makes me have to fight to keep control of my body.

He runs the back of the razor a second time down my face, an area where he knows I don't have any hair.

"You see?" He asks.

I'm scared to talk because I think I may just let out a moan instead of words, but I force myself anyway.

"Y-Yeah." I curse my stutter, but he just looks on at me as though I didn't.

"You try on your chin." Ferb tells me as he puts the razor in my hand, the spark I feel when our hands touch almost making me drop it.

I try to hold my hand steady as I turn to look in the mirror instead of looking at him. I try to concentrate on my own face in the mirror instead of his in the background as I run the razor against my skin.

The cream comes off easily and soon I'm shaving like a pro.

"I don't get why T.V. shows and movies make this look so dangerous. It's really- Ah!" I yell a little as I cut myself.

Ferb takes the razor from me as he gives me a look that says 'That's why'.

"I guess I spoke too soon." I say as I look at the cut in the mirror.

"Happens." Is the only reply I get from Ferb before he's holding a wet rag to my chin, while standing much closer than he needs to be.

He wipes the cream off of my face as I stare up at his face. I'm glad he's not looking at my eyes because I can imagine my pupils are blown wide with need.

I close my eyes and breathe in the smell of his aftershave, so much different than the typical smell of motor oil that always clings to him. God, I love both scents. Or maybe I just love him.

I should not be in love with my step-brother.

I feel the rag leave my skin and force myself to open my eyes before he realizes what effects he has on me.

"You got all the hair off at least." Ferb says as he runs his thumb over my chin only to pull it back with blood on it.

I swear to God that I let a noise out of the back of my throat, but he either doesn't hear it or pretends he doesn't.

"It'll stop soon," he says before putting his blood covered thumb in his mouth. If he didn't turn away from me the second he did it I would have been on him.

From the door he gives me a look that asks 'Are we going, then?'.

I take a deep breath, remind myself that we're practically related, and follow him.

I swear I'd let him slit my throat if he'd get that close to me again.