Facial Hair

Lucas loved Eliott’s face. He loved running his hands over it when they were laying side by side in bed, giggling with each other, the early morning sun filtering through the window. He loved looking at it when Eliott was asleep, the lines and worries smoothed by the gentle caress of sleep. He loved the feel of his soft skin between his legs when things were getting heated in bed, the feel of his cheeks brushing faintly against his thighs. Lucas loved Eliott’s face, every inch of it. Lucas almost had a heart attack when he saw a photo of Eliott with the beginnings of a beard, the scruff along his jawline and upper lip causing heat to rise in Lucas’ face.