Rain pattered on your bedroom window as you sat cozied up in bed, swaddled in the duvet you shared with Shawn. The pages of your book were illuminated by your bedside lamp, leaving the rest of the room dim aside from the stripe of light spilling in from the washroom. The door was half-shut and you could just make out the shape of your boyfriend leaning up to the mirror, inspecting his face.

Your focus fell back to your novel, immersing yourself in the story as things started to get interesting. You shifted a bit, getting more comfortable against the pillows until the washroom door creaked open, causing you to divert your attention to your boyfriend in the doorway.

Shawn tilted his head, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck, deep in thought. He stood shirtless, grey sweats hanging low on his hips, riding up a bit at the ankles because he was so tall. You pushed your glasses to the top of your head, placing your bookmark on your page and snapping your book shut.

"Yes?" you asked, meeting his gaze.

"I think I should do a face mask," he said bluntly.

"You, you what?" you laughed, leaning onto his side of the bed to turn on a second lamp.

"My skin's all funny," he said, rubbing his jaw with a worried expression. "I think I should do a mask. Will it help?"

"I mean, yeah, it'll just kind of even you out a bit," you muttered, tossing the blankets off of you and getting out of bed.

"You sure?" he asked as you passed him and slipped into the washroom, opening the cupboard under the sink in search of your masks. "Will you do it too?"

"You want me to do it with you?" you giggled, pulling a potted charcoal mask from your stash and standing in front of him.

"Yeah, and can you maybe put it on for me? Please?" he smiled, tilting his head again.

"Yes Shawn, I will put on your face mask for you," you laughed, hoisting your butt onto the counter and pulling him forward to stand between your knees.

Shawn pulled his headband out of his pocket and slipped it on to keep his hair out of the way. You laughed even more, baffled by how ridiculous this situation was becoming.

You twisted the lid off, dipping your finger in the paste as Shawn's restless hands found your hips. He leaned in a little closer and quickly kissed your nose.

You broke into a smile, finger still in the little container as his lips began attacking your face. Little pecks were messily placed everywhere between the bottom of your chin and the top of your forehead, finally reaching your lips, where he placed four soft kisses.

"Shawn! How can I put this on your face if you won't stop kissing me?" you giggled, trying to push him off you so you could apply the mask. He leaned back just enough, keeping his hands planted firmly on your sides.

You started with his cheeks, soon spreading the grey paste over his nose and under his mouth. He closed his eyes, relaxed by your soothing touch on his skin. Once it was completely slathered over his face, you tapped his nose and muttered, "Boop!"

His eyes snapped open as a lazy smile stretched across his cheeks. Leaning to the side a bit, he looked at his reflection in the mirror with a little giggle.

"Okay, your turn," he said. You took more of the mask out of the glass container and twisted your body to look in the mirror. "What? Babe, no," he stopped you, placing a hand on either side of your face and forcing you to face him. "Let me do it."

You laughed but gave in, offering the pot to him and allowing his finger to swipe off the excess product that you'd already extracted from the container.

He brought his right hand to your face, lightly dabbing the cream onto your skin as his tongue snaked out of his mouth in concentration. You tried not to giggle, rubbing your wrists up his sides because your fingers were still covered in the mask. It took him much longer than it had taken you, and his brows were furrowed the entire time. Once he'd finished, he took a step back to look at you, smiling at his victory.

You hopped off the countertop so you could both wash your hands, meeting each other's gaze in the mirror in all your masked glory. His application on your face was a little messy, but not bad.

"So, what now?" he asked, drying his clean hands on the towel hanging on the door.

"Now we just wait," you responded, running your fingers over his bare abdomen and pushing onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. He gave you a little peck and rested his forehead against yours with a smile.

"Shawn!" you squealed, turning to the mirror. "We're doing face masks, you can't just touch my face."

"But we're both doing the mask," he laughed, meeting your eyes in the mirror. "So mine can touch yours."

"Wouldn't be the first time I've heard that come out of your mouth, Mendes," you smirked, pulling your hair into a high ponytail to keep it off your face. He gave your shoulder a tiny shove, flicking off the washroom light and following you out into the living room.

"I'm hungry, you hungry?" he asked, wandering off into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

Shawn thought it was a great time to make turkey sandwiches, only later realizing that he had to be careful not to get his face mask on the bun. You laughed at his exaggerated mouth movements, trying his best to eat it without making a mess.

"I just don't get how you're eating so easily," he sighed, looking up as you munched away on your sandwich.

"Shawn, I do this all the time," you mumbled, mouth full of bread as you finished the last of your nighttime snack. "Twenty minutes have passed, though, so we can take these off now."

He darted into the washroom ahead of you, coming to a halt when he reached the sink, unsure of the removal process. You laughed, grabbing the facecloth on the faucet of the tub and tossing it to him.

"Soak it with warm water and gently wipe the mask off, then wash your face," you spoke, propping yourself up on the countertop again. You watched his toned abs contract as he leaned over the faucet, ridding his face of the grey paste and rinsing out the cloth for you to use after. Turning sideways, you washed it off from where you were already seated as Shawn pulled his headband off, kicking away his sweatpants.

"Does it look any better?" he desperately asked, leaning up to the mirror and giving you a nice view of his boxer-brief-clad butt.

"Shawn it takes time, a face mask isn't just gonna solve your problems," you giggled, hopping off the counter and rubbing your fingertips up the soft skin of his muscular back. He twisted to face you, pulling you up against his warm body.

"But you can," he muttered in your ear, bringing a strong hand down behind you to squeeze your ass.

"What?" you laughed, tilting your chin up to meet his honey eyes. He leaned down a bit, holding your face as he planted a hot kiss on your lips.

"You can solve my problems," he repeated, grinding his now-hard on into your hip.

"We'll see about that," you bit your lip with a smirk, pulling him out of the washroom and into the bedroom.