Bald is Beautiful

The glint of metal, coming into contact with smooth, pale skin caught his attention as he slowly awoke. Looking around the hotel room, it took a few minutes for everything to register. His mind told him it should be dark outside - the middle of the night according to his internal clock - and yet the sun was shining brightly thought the window.

Raising his head, he trained his dark brown eyes on the other occupant of the room. Growling softly to let the other man know he was awake, he contemplated throwing something at him. Seeing the sharpened straight razor, he quickly changed his mind. "Whatcha doin?" he rasped, his voice still heavy with sleep.

Wet droplets flung from the razor landed on his cheek as the other man turned to look at him and he reached up, wiping them away. "What does it look like I'm doing," the other man answered. "Brain surgery?" A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he sat up, watching the man complete his task with total fascination.

The razor slid over the surface of his head once…twice…each swipe of the blade precise, perfectly placed. His arm flexed with each movement and the towel around his hips rose and fell with the rhythm. After a few moments, aware that he was being scrutinized, he turned from his makeshift washbasin and studied the man in the bed. "Why don't you take a picture," he said, turning back to the mirror. "It'll last longer."

"Ain't got a camera." His hand paused, razor poised above his scalp as he laughed. "Smart ass," he said, removing more of the rich lather on his head. A movement across the room caused him to turn again. "Jesus, Dave," he said, frowning. "If you're just going to sit there and stare at me, I'm gonna end up cutting myself."

The bigger man just shrugged, letting the sheet pool around his waist as he sat on the edge of the bed, chin resting in his palm as he watched. "Am I making you nervous?" The nod of his head caused globs of shaving cream to dot the surface of the dresser. "Actually, you are," he responded, swiping the razor across his scalp for the final time.

He wiped the residue from the razor and folded it, putting it back into the kit he carried in his bag. Grabbing some clothes, he turned toward the bed again. "I'm taking a shower," he said. "You might want to think about dragging your ass outta bed and getting ready. We have to leave for the arena in a couple of hours." A deep furrowed brow was his response.

"Ain't gotta be there till 3," Dave said, running a hand over his face. Tyson nodded. "Yeah, and it's noon now," he told him. Dave's growl no longer sounded playful. "Fucking jet lag." Another nod from the smooth bald head as Ty headed for the bathroom. Dave fell back against the bed, letting the sound of running water from the other room lull him back to sleep.



Steam filled the room as the hot water played over Ty's shoulders, easing some of the tension in his neck. Looking down, he wished for the millionth time that he could find something to ease his tensions elsewhere. He and Dave had been friends for years, more than he could count at the moment. But for so long, he had wanted something else, something more.

He couldn't tell from the signals Dave gave off if the feeling was mutual, and he liked his face too much to broach the subject. Not that Dave didn't like guys - Ty had seen him with some real lookers on more than one occasion. But they were always short, cute, bouncy - words that didn't easily come to mind when one looked at the bald man.

His sigh was drowned by the splashing water as his hands slid over taut muscles, washing away the shaving cream that had fallen on his chest. As his fingers made their way lower, Ty's eyes slipped shut, imagining Dave's hands on his body. Fingertips met hardened flesh and he resisted the urge to wrap his hand around his cock and take care of the problem himself.

It was painful, but right now, pain was what he needed to stop the thoughts bouncing around his head - and the throbbing between his legs. He tried thinking of his match later…baseball…the Harley he had his eye on…how much fun he and Dave had when they went for a test ride a few weeks back. That was all it took - the thought of Dave in tight leather, strong legs gripping the huge bike…

Biting his lip, Ty wrapped a soap-covered fist around his erection and began to pull his hardened length. Images flashed through his mind of Dave - in the ring, in the locker room, lying in the bed across the room from him, downing another beer as they checked out the waitresses at Hooter's. Dave…his best friend, his roommate, his traveling companion…the man he wanted to pound his ass on a regular basis.

His body shook with the need to release as he stroked faster, wishing it was someone else's hand on his flesh. A strangled cry was caught in the back of his throat as he neared orgasm…and then the door opened. "It's just me," Dave called. "I gotta take a leak." Ty's eyes widened, hid hand frozen midstroke. "Um, okay." He tried to control his ragged breathing, not wanting Dave to know what he was doing.

The frosted glass of the shower door did nothing to conceal Ty's view of Dave as he stood, legs spread, taking care of business - cock in hand. Even in that state, it was impressive. Ty's own cock twitched in response to the sight before him and the thoughts of what it could do. Covering himself with a loud cough, Ty came, shooting his load on the shower wall as Dave flushed the toilet.

"What are you doin' in there," Dave asked as he turned to leave. "Playin' with yourself?" Ty froze again. "Wha…" he stammered, swallowing hard. "Don't use all the hot water, man," Dave said. "I ain't in the mood for a cold shower." The door slammed shut and Ty slumped against the wall, heart racing as he realized just how close he had come to being caught. Something had to be done - and soon. He couldn't take it much longer.

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