“Do you have an extra razor and shaving cream?” Blair called as he pulled the shorts back on.
“Inside the medicine cabinet,” Forge answered. Blair was trying to gauge where in the suite Forge was, but couldn’t.
Blair opened the mirrored door and found a pack of disposable razors and can of shaving cream. Out of habit, he looked at the mirror, but the only thing that looked back was shaving cream, a razor, and the bathroom behind him. Blair hated not having a reflection.
He took a swipe with the razor and hissed, “Damn.” The shaving cream stung where the razor had taken off a small chunk of skin.
Forge knocked on the door. “You okay?” There had been no telltale footsteps, making Blair think Forge had moved from wherever he’d been to the bathroom at vampire speed.
“Ye—yeah. I nicked myself. I had enough trouble shaving when I could see myself in a mirror. It’s twice as bad trying to shave without seeing what I’m doing.”
“Want some pointers? I learned to shave before I had a mirror.”
“Sure,” Blair said without thinking. He started when the bathroom door opened and Forge stepped in.
Taking the razor, Forge rinsed it off, sprayed more cream from the can, and stepped behind Blair. “See, the trick is, don’t try so hard. Your skin hasn’t changed.” He reached around and lathered more shaving cream onto Blair’s face and neck.
Blair sucked in a breath and tipped his head back, resting on Forge’s shoulder.
“All your parts are still where they were before you changed.” Forge’s breath was warm in Blair’s ear. All Blair could do was offer a jerky nod. Forge pressed the razor lightly to Blair’s neck and glided it up, repeating the movement a few times before stopping. Blair wanted to beg him to continue, but his voice wouldn’t work.
Forge leaned around Blair and rinsed the razor. Blair felt Forge’s thighs, as muscular and powerful as he’d imagined, press to the back of his. A shudder ran through Blair, and Forge’s body responded with one just as forceful. How the man ignored it, Blair had no clue.
“It’s like mowing a lawn.” A tremor ran through Forge’s voice. He took a few more swipes up Blair’s neck, these skimming over his chin. “Overlap your strokes.”
“I’m getting your shirt all wet.” Blair winced inwardly as the stupid words left his mouth.
A low rumble vibrated through Forge’s chest and against Blair’s back. “Easily fixed,” Forge murmured. He set the razor down, took a step back, and pulled his shirt over his head. When Blair turned to watch, he saw that at some time after Blair entered the bathroom, Forge had changed to faded jeans and was barefoot.
Forge tossed the shirt to the side, making the muscles of his wide chest stretch and flex. Pale skin had a fine dusting of curly hair so dark it was almost black across his pecs and swirled around dark pink nipples. A thin line of dark hair ran down to his navel creating a small eddy in its path, then continued from his navel to disappear under low-slung jeans. His abs creased along his midline, then formed a web of lines between the muscles to outline Forge’s ribs.
Leaning around Blair again, smiling as he did so, Forge picked up a washcloth, thoroughly wetting it. Repositioning himself behind Blair, Forge used two fingers to gently tip Blair’s chin up and began wiping away the remaining shaving cream.
“Now, was that so hard?” Forge asked. His voice was in Blair’s ear again.
“Oh, yeah, it is.” Blair’s voice was small and tight. He was very aware of Forge’s hard cock pressed against his ass and rubbing the soft material of the shorts Blair wore. A low growl escaped Forge, and something in the mirror flickered.
Blair’s attention riveted to the glass. Forge dropped the washcloth and moved his hand over Blair’s belly, coming close but never touching his aching cock. Blair gasped and tried to jump back, but the solid bulk of Forge stopped him. His arm around Blair’s waist tightened.
“Shh… shh. It’s okay,” Forge whispered in Blair’s ear, licking it ever so softly.
There was another flicker, and Blair got a good look at himself, and Forge, in the mirror. Blair’s eyes had changed to completely gray-green, and Forge’s were a vibrant blue. It was the sexiest thing Blair had ever seen. Seeing it mimicked on his face, it was frightening.
“Wha—?” Blair exhaled. He clawed at Forge’s thigh, and he pushed harder against the immovable force behind him. Forge moaned and rolled his hips forward.
“Enough adrenaline or arousal, and that happens. The reflection and the change.” Forge nipped Blair’s ear as he spoke. “Nothing to be afraid of. You have magnificent eyes.”
Blair felt pin-sharp teeth trace a line down his neck and back up.
A great fast paced and fun read! The beginning took a bit to get into for me but once I did I really enjoyed it. I loved the suspense and mystery. I can’t wait to see what happens next.