#bearded!stiles

"Hola! Yo tengo grande cabeza!"

Derek snorted into his coffee at Stiles' very loud proclamation from the entryway to the kitchen. His mate had arrived back in Beacon Hills very late from his six weeks abroad in Spain, courtesy of some certain well placed phone calls and a mysterious grant. But Derek knew how much Stiles had wanted to go - there were Druidic sites in Spain that Stiles had wanted to see.

Stiles had gotten home really late, or really early depending on how you looked at it; Derek had barely registered Stiles crawling into bed.

"Do you now?" Derek replied, turning to look at his boyfriend. He froze and blinked a couple of times. He and Stiles hadn't really had a chance to video Skype, instead relying on emails and text messages. His boyfriend with facial hair was a surprise. "What is that on your face?"

Stiles' face fell and he immediately covered his lower face with his hands. "What's wrong with what's on my face?" he asked.

Derek mentally kicked himself and set his coffee mug down, crossing the kitchen and pulling Stiles into a hug. "Nothing," he murmured. "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Sure?" Stiles said, cautiously removing his hand from his face.

Derek nodded and leaned in and kissed Stiles sweetly, hands slipping under the back of Stiles' tank top. "Very sure," Derek murmured, tugging Stiles' bottom lip with his teeth. "I like it."

"Promise?" Stiles asked, his tone unsure.

"I promise," Derek murmured. "Guess this means I should be the barefaced one for a while."  He gave Stiles another kiss before stepping around his boyfriend and padding to the bathroom.

"Wait ... what?" Stiles stood a bit dumbstruck in the kitchen for about five minutes before Derek's words sunk in and he went racing for the bathroom. He slid to a stop just inside the doorway and stared at Derek, the lower half of his face covered in shaving cream. He watched in rapt silence as Derek wielded the straight razor, dropping bits of shaving cream and black hair into the sink.

"We'll trade off for a while," Derek said as he worked. "You'll have the scruff and I'll go barefaced."

"Buh?" Stiles blinked and watched as Derek finished up and rinsed the leftover shaving cream from his face. "Derek ..."

Derek wiped his face with the towel and gave his boyfriend a bright smile. "Don't you like it?"

Stiles swallowed a couple of times and crossed the bathroom, running a finger along one of Derek's smooth cheeks, following it with his lips. "Like it," he murmured.

"Sure?" Derek replied, his eyes twinkling.

"Very," Stiles. "Not sure if anyone else will recognize you, but I love it."