Micah stared at himself critically in the mirror. He was a fine looking man. There was no denying that. Unfortunately, he was obviously a man, and that simply would not do for the game he wanted to play. He needed to look about ten years younger if he wanted to take on the role of an inexperienced youth. He reached for the shaving cream and razor. He would start with the hint of a moustache and goatee he had been sporting recently. Facial hair made a man look older. Removing it would hopefully make him look younger.
When he was done, he examined himself again. That was definitely an improvement, but he had a way to go if he was going to pass for eighteen again. His recently straightened hair was next. He had started wearing it that way because it was a more mature look than the riot of boyish curls that topped his head if he didn’t take the time to style his hair, but he wanted more youthful, at least for the next few hours. He stripped so he could take a shower. There was nothing he could do about the breadth of his chest and shoulders where he had filled out from all the weights Cameron had him lifting, but he would choose clothes that would disguise it while he was dressed. Of course, knowing Cameron, that wouldn’t be for long.
Turning on the water to let it get hot, he looked at himself in the mirror again. He still had remarkably little body hair, but he was pretty sure that removing what little he did have would add to the image of youthfulness he was trying to muster. Certainly, the hair under his arms and at his crotch had not been as thick at eighteen as it was now. With a grin, he grabbed the shaving cream and razor, bringing them into the shower with him. He washed his hair quickly and tried to decide what to shave first. The armpits would be the easiest. He foamed up and ran the razor over the ticklish skin under his arms. The rasp of the razor against his skin was surprisingly sensual. Or maybe it was the thought of preparing himself for his lover that had him so turned on. When he finished with his underarms, he considered his legs. The dusting of hair there was light enough that he decided to leave it.
That left his treasure trail and the nest of curls around his rapidly swelling cock. He lathered his groin and, holding his erection out of the way, began to shave. Each pass of the razor sent a fresh surge of desire shooting through him. If Cameron liked the effect, Micah would have to ask his lover to shave him next time. That thought made his hand tremble so he forced his mind elsewhere. The last thing he wanted was to cut himself because he was distracted. When he was finished, he ran an exploratory hand over the newly shaved skin. It felt different, both to his fingers and to his skin. His fingers were used to finding hair instead of smooth skin, and his skin was used to a layer of hair separating it from any direct touch. The sensation was definitely more intense. He considered giving himself a quick hand job, but decided against it. He would channel the sexual tension into the nervousness he wanted to portray along with his youth.
He left the shower and toweled his hair dry, choosing not to apply any of the products he usually used to keep his curls in check. Innocent. Inexperienced. That was the look he was going for. He searched out a tube of makeup to hide his tattoo. He’d had it done at eighteen when he pledged his fraternity, but it did not suit the image he was trying to create. He pulled on the pair of white briefs he had bought for the occasion. Virginal. Untried. He raided Cameron’s closet and found an old dress shirt that his lover never wore any more. It was big enough to hide the width of Micah’s shoulders. He buttoned it all the way up, even the top button, and tucked it into the least provocative pair of plain black pants he owned. Finally, he checked the drawer next to the bed to make sure the tube of lube was not empty. That would be distracting in the middle of their game.
Micah straightened up the bathroom and the bedroom, then started downstairs. He walked into the kitchen, eyes downcast in the subservient fashion of a nineteenth century British houseservant.
“I’ve finished the bedroom and the bath, m’lord,” he said in a timid voice. “Is there aught else that needs attention before I go home for the evening?”
Cameron looked up from his newspaper in surprise. What in the world was Micah talking about? He took in the downcast eyes, the mop of curls, the conservative clothes, and the look of innocent purity that Micah was projecting.
“M’lord?” Micah prompted, looking up and meeting Cameron’s eyes daringly before blushing and looking away.
The metaphorical coin dropped, and Cameron remembered the seemingly random conversation he and Micah had recently about Micah playing the innocent virgin to Cameron’s wicked seducer. Micah had even rented Dangerous Liaisons and insisted that they watch it together. Even though it wasn’t game night, Micah was clearly in the mood to play.
