Warning: This is a slash story, which includes an m/m situation. If this offends you, you are free to leave.

Rating: G

This is a cheesy little snippet I tossed off just now. Feedback is welcome at: bianki@hotmail.com Archive at T’Yanna’s Fortress, and anywhere else, please ask me at the email address mentioned above.

A Few Grey Hairs
(by Trent Grey)

"Peter, what is taking you so long in there?" Egon asked, tempted to knock on the door again. Normally, it didn’t take this long before the familiar sounds of running water began in the morning. Egon tried the door and it swung open easily. "Peter?"

Peter stood in front of the mirror, his razor in one hand and the can of shaving cream in the other. At the sound of the physicist’s voice, his reflection looked at Egon with raised eyebrows.

"Apparently you did not hear me inquire about your well-being." Egon replied, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted. Are Ray and Winston up yet?"

Egon shook his head. "I think it will be some hours before they awaken. Did you cut yourself?" At Peter’s surprised look, Egon nodded at the razor and shaving cream in his hands.

"Oh, these!" Peter’s puzzled expression cleared with a grin. "Nah, I guess I was just thinking."

"About what, may I ask?" Egon took this opportunity to step closer to Peter and wrap his arms around the shorter man’s waist.

"This." Peter gestured at the mirror vaguely with the razor. When he saw one of Egon’s eyebrows raise in the glass, the brown-haired man pointed at his left temple and tapped it twice. There was a noticeable line of grey, which seemed to be the only evidence that Peter was almost fifty. "I’m really getting old, Spengs."

"Why do you say that, Peter?"

"Five years ago, I would’ve been in the middle of a panic attack if I had seen anything like this. Now…"

"What?" Egon asked gently.

Peter shrugged. "I dunno. I still feel upset that I have grey hair, but there’s something else that I’ve trying to pin down."

"You are forty-eight years old, Peter." Egon reminded him, his glasses sliding down his hawk-like nose a little. "It is certainly understandable that your body would show some evidence of that."

"Are you implying something, Spengler?" The hard tone was offset by the man’s grin.

"Not at all, Venkman." Egon’s hands came up to take the razor and shaving cream out of Peter’s hands and put them down in the sink and returning his arms to where they held Peter. "I am merely stating the fact that with appearances change over the course of time."

Peter groaned. "That isn’t a comforting thought, Egon. I keep getting a mental image of me at eighty, where I’m sitting in a nursing home and I can’t get it up."

Egon chuckled, nuzzling his lover’s neck gently. Tightening his embrace a little, "I assure you, Peter, regardless of how much you may age, your sexual prowess will not suffer. At least," Egon smiled faintly. "Not too much."

Peter snorted. "Oh, thanks for the comforting thought, Spengs. Now, I just feel all warm and fuzzy inside." He turned around in the blond physicist’s embrace and wrapped him arms around Egon’s neck. "How is it that I’ve got this—" He gestured vaguely at his graying temples. "But you’ve still got blond hair?"

"That, I’m afraid, is a secret, Peter." Egon smiled at him, an impish twinkle in his eye.

"A secret, huh?" Peter’s eyebrows rose slyly.

"Yes, Peter." Egon was aware of what his lover had in mind, but it was quite all right.

"Are you gonna tell me what it is, or am I gonna have to torture you?" Peter’s grin made it clear that he wouldn’t mind torturing Egon one bit.

"Do your worst, Dr. Venkman. I shall never reveal my secret."

They shared a long kiss, followed by Peter prodding Egon toward their bed.

*****

"Egon?"

"Hmmm?" Egon opened sleepy blue eyes to look over at the blurred outline of his lover.

"Will you still love me when I’m eighty?"

The question caught the scientist by surprise. "That is a rather odd question, Peter."

"You didn’t answer my question, Egon."

"I do not believe that it warrants an answer." Egon said calmly, watching as Peter’s blurred eyes grew wide with surprise. "We have been…ah…lovers, for twenty-seven years now."

"Twenty-seven?" Peter joked. "Felt more like forty."

"You do realize what I am attempting to tell you, Peter." Egon said firmly, stopping another wisecrack. "In all of those twenty-seven years, we’ve held on to each other as well as Ray and Winston, through bad times and good. Never doubt that I love you, and that I will always love you, no matter what the future may bring."

The green eyes that almost glowed in the darkness looked relieved. "Thanks, Spengs."

"You are most welcome, Peter. Now, I suggest we get some sleep before our bust at ten o’clock." Egon kissed Peter’s forehead gently before settling back down and wrapping a protective arm around his lover. He could feel Peter sigh against him and a hand card through his hair as he allowed his eyes to drift shut.

THE END