Little Shaver

Little Shaver - Part One
The Art of Imitation
By SMITTY KALE

The living room that doubled as a bedroom was empty, as were both the beds in it.
The clothes that had been strewn over the floor that morning had disappeared, likely taken
care of by the resident neat freak that Zax Darklighter roomed with and mentored. Zax chuckled to himself as he stripped off his clothes and headed to the bathroom where a light indicated that Cloud was up
to something inside.
Zax allowemselmself a smirk as he leaned his boxer clad, nearly naked, muscular form
against the doorframe, looking into the bathroom. His roommate, Cloud Strife, was leaning over
the sink and looking intently into the mirror. Cloud's small face was lathered with shaving cream
and in his hahe bhe boy held one of Zax's disposable razors.
Cloud, like Zax, was clad only in boxers, Zax's boxers, as stared at himself in the mirror a
moment longer, unaware of Zax's presence. Making up mindmind suddenly, Cloud pushed a
blonde lock of hair out of his eyes and brought the razor up close to his face. Zax's black eyes
watched closely and the black haired man saw the blond boy hesitate.
The reason Cloud was trying to shave, Zax knew, was because the cute blond boy wanted
to imitate his roommate. Just yesterday Zax had been answering some of Cloud's questions. Cloud
was so painfully shy that he hadn't asked any personal questions save one that barely counted.
With the tips of his ears turning that adorable shade of cherry-red that Zax loved, Cloud had
timidly asked how old Zax had been when he had firsd tod to shave. Zax had, as he usually did
whenever anyone said anything, flashed a grin. This had, predictably, made Cloud blush all the
harder.
"Don't be embarrassed, kiddo!" Zax had admonished. The fact that Zax knew he was
embarrassed made the poor blonde duck his head. Of course Zax calling him kiddo might not have
helped the poor little guy. Painfully shy, that was the only way to describe Cloud. Except for
painfully cute, of course. "Just curious," Cloud had mumbled at his lap.
"Righty, just curious. I'd say I was twelve, probably."
Cloud's eyes and Zax's grin had both widened in unison.
"I hit puberty early," Zax explained. "I had chest hair when I was nine." He snorted and
laughed, his deep, husky voice raising itself into a high-pitched chuckle and making Cloud jump.
If Zax was a puberty poster child then Cloud very simply wasn't. The boy was all skin,
bones and blond hair. He had no hair except on his head; unless one counted the newly emerged
strands in his armpits that were so measly they nearly drowned every time Cloud broke a sweat,
which didn't happen very often. The kid hardly even needed deodorant. Zax had seen frogs that
put forth more sweat than Cloud. The only thing halfway manly about Cloud were his looks that
had just the faintest hint of man in them. There was the boy's ability to ejaculate, but even then
the kid didn't put forth for very much. Zax, who stood tall at six foot, two and one half inches,
had observed the boy closely in their time as roommates that past two months. Aside from the fact
that both were attending the same school, Zax and Cloud had very little in common. From the
stark contrast of Zax's black hair to Cloud's blond hair. From Zax's height, wideuldeulders and
strength to Clouds five foot, eight and one half inches of puniness. From Cloud's quiet shyness to
Zax's outgoing loudness. The two were as different as night and day. If anything it made Zax
love the little shaver more.
And a little shaver was exactly what Cloud was, though there wasn't much to shave. At
15 without so much as a hair on his face, Cloud still stood at the sink, his face slathered with
shaving cream and a razor in his nervously shaking haZax Zax shook away his thoughts and
wondered if he ought to intervene. Cloud was still oblivious that he was being watched and Zax
might have felt bad about spying. But the truth of the matter was that if Zax were to let Cloud
know that he was being watched then the smaller blond would blush to high heaven and die of
embarrassment. Besides, watching the little kiddo shave was just too cute for Zax to pass up.
Zax quietly shifted his weight and scratched at thin coating of fur on his chest, just above
his fiery red boxers. He made a mental note to shave himself smooth later.
Cloud finally mustered enough courage and lifted the razor to his face, brushing it up
against the shaving cream and trying not to cut himself. The little kid was probably scared to
death of cutting himself and being laughed at for shaving his hairless chin. Zax shook his head,
telling himself to go help Cloud but not moving a muscle. Now Cloud was scraping away the first
of the cream, slowly, his confidence starting to grow.
No! Zax groaned inwardly as Cloud continued to run the razor along his face barely
touching his skinoud oud had a better chance of cutting himself if he didn't apply pressure and put
the razor close to his skin. Sure enough, Cloud's hand suddenly faltered and a drop of red slid
over the white shaving cream and dropped into the sink. Cloud let out a squeak and Zax winced
empathetically. Shaving cream in a wound, it burned like hell!
"Zax!" Zax hadn't been paying attention and now Cloud had turned around from the sink
and was staring in dismay up at his roommate. The parts of the kid's face that weren't covered with
shaving cream began to turn a bright red.
"Don't worry about it, kid!" Zax grinned, steppinto tto the cold tile bathroom floor and
ruffling the blond's hair. "I cut myself the first few times I shaved too."
Cloud mumbled something inaudible. Zax grinned.
"Besides, you lookoo coo cute for words, trying to imitate me!" Zax drew the blond's
head to his hairy chest in a tight hug, getting shaving cream everywhere. "You've got my boxers
on and everything!"
"Sorry!" Cloud coughed out, pulling out of Zax's hug. The boy was crying and turning
back to the sink to hastily wash off his face..
Zax's face fell. He hadn't meant to make the kid cry! The black haired man kicked himself
mentally for being so insensitive. Not everyone could take teasing. Now that he thought about it,
Cloud's tears made sense. Being caught wearing Zax's blue boxers had probably made ble blond
want to curl up and die. Wearing someone else’s boxers wouldn’t have embarrassed Zax.
Hell, when he had been 13 Zax had been sporting the thong of his idol Sephiroth as if it were a
trophy. But Cloud was different, embarrassed to even take a communal shower, much less wear
someone else’s underwear.
Cloud was finished washing his face now, all of the shaving cream except a dollop on the
blond's nose was swirling down the drain. The kid started to flee from the bathroom but Zax put
out a hand and Cloud ran into it, the blond's vision blurred by hot tears. Zax heaved the crying
youth into the air, hoping to elicit a giggle.
"Sorry, pup," Zax said, smiling hopefully up at the boy, hoping he didn't sound too gruff.
"Didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He spun in a circle, praying Cloud would forget his
embarrassment and laugh at the dizziness.
Instead of making the situation better, though, the good-natured gesture turned bad. As
Zax spun, the blue boxers Cloud had been wearing flew off of the boy's body from where they
had been precariously hanging off his slender hips. Cloud's tearing eyes were wide with
embarrassment now as Zax's mouth dropped open.
"Oops," he chuckled nervously as he set the boy down, afraid of what the reaction was
going to be.
With an uncharacteristic wail, Cloud fled the room, his sobs shaking his naked little body.
Zax, his face etched with concern, wait mom moment before following.
Dammit, Zax, you sure fucked things up!' Zax rebuked himself. The poor kid probably
wanted to kill himself. Though he didn't think Cloud was capable of it, Zax quickened his pace
just in case.
The boy was curled into a ball in his bed, the covers pulled up over him. Zax watched as
the lump that was Cloud shook with sobs. Zax wanted to cry to, but wasn't about to admit
defeat. He was going to cheer up Cloud even if it killed him. Frowning with thought for a
moment, Zax stepped past his own bed to Cloud's. Stripping off his boxers and letting the air
blow over his body, Zax lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped under with Cloud.
The little blond immediately tried to escape via the other side of the bed, but Zax had been
expecting the move and he reached out and grabbed the boy before the escape could be
completed. In a moment, Cloud stopped struggling and Zax pulled him close.
Cloud had admitted defeat as he wrapped his arms around Zax and buried his face in his
roommate’s black furry chest as he sobbed.
"Shh..." Zax whispered, holding the boy tightly and gently intertwining their legs.
"Why-" Cloud hiccupped, "me? When-w-when can I be b-big and s-strong like you? I-I
don't wann-wanna be small anymore, Z-Zacky!"
"I know you don't honey," Zax bent his head so he his deep husky voice vibrated into
Cloud's ear. "I know."
Cloud shivered at the sound of Zax's voice and Zax held the boy tighter.
"I-I'm scared, Zacky," Cloud continued after a moment more of sobbing, his scratchy, alto
voice muffled into Zax's chest hairs. "I'm s-scared th-that I'll n-never be big and strong like
you...That I-I'll always b-be little and l-look l-like a b-baby!"
"You don't look like a baby, sweetheart," Zax murmured into Cloud's ear. Again Cloud
jumped and then hiccupped at the tickling sensation that Zax's hot breath brought. "You look
beautiful, you're beautiful, sweetie, beautiful." His low and husky voice made Cloud shiver as he
continue sob sob.
"I-I don't even-even sh-shave yet!" Cloud coughed, jerking a little as he accidentally tasted
some of Zax's furry black chest hair.
Zax thought about pointing out that Cloud had been shaving' just a little bit ago but
thought better of it.
"Some men never shave, Babe." Zax hesitated, wondering if he should have used that
particular term of endearment. Cloud didn't seem any more upset than he had been, though, so
Zax continued. "Sephiroth; he never shaves."
"He-He doesn't?" Cloud hiccupped again, his sobs starting to subside. Zax smiled as he
enveloped Cloud's ear with his mouth.
"No," Zax breathed. Cloud continued to sob, but his sobs were soft now. Zax licked the
boy's ear gently, even nipping at it occasionally. Their legs were still intertwined and Cloud was
fully erect and poking into Zax's crotch area. Zax wondered how long it would be before the kid
realized all these things and fled again, face flushed with embarrassment. He hoped it would be
decades before such a thing happened but just in case Zax moved one hand down and cupped one
of Cloud's ass cheeks in his palm, pressing against it so that Cloud was pressed closer and harder
up against the black haired man.
Cloud's sobbing had all but stopped, but the tears were still flowing freely. The covers
were getting hot, very hot, but Cloud's heavy hot breath against Zax's chest felt nice.
Finally, after a long time, Cloud tilted his head back and looked up at Zax, tears still
dripping from his eyes. Zax pulled away from the boy’s ear, which had been thoroughly tongued
and sucked by now, and looked down at the boy's red face.
The poor little kid looked so kissable.
Without so much as a second thought, Zax leaned down and kissed the blond on the
forehead, through the sweaty hair that was so inconveniently in the way.
A finger slipped between Cloud's ass cheeks and began to probe. Zax and Cloud began to
move against each other, rubbing and sending sparks through their bodies that started at their
erections and ran from their heads to their toes. Zax began to lick Cloud's tears away, large
tongue brushing over Cloud's closed eye and loving the feel of Cloud's pale lashes. Cloud moaned
softly.
"Zax..."
And then Zax was back at Cloud's ear, enveloping its small shape in his large mouth easily.
Cloud's petite body felt even more petite as Zax gripped tighter, stopping all motion as he
breathed into Cloud's ear three words:
"I love you."