"Oh, shit—" Jenko blurts, reaching out to shut the door on Schmidt.
"Oh, my god. I'm sorry! I'm sorry."
"Dude, you share a bathroom now. Can't you remember how to knock?"
Schmidt leans against the closed door and rubs a hand over his face. "Well, maybe next time warn me when you decide to get naked and go do weird shit in there."
"Pube trimming isn't weird! Everyone does it!" Schmidt doesn't answer, which means that Jenko pipes up three seconds later with, "Whoa, have you never trimmed your pubes? It must be like the fucking Amazon down there. All humid with crazy flora and fauna and shit."
"No way, I've totally, um, man-scaped before."
Jenko opens the door and Schmidt nearly falls backwards. "No, you haven't," he says. He walks into the bedroom, snapping the elastic band of his boxers, and Schmidt's fingers flex instinctively with the urge to slowly pull those bad boys down Jenko's legs. Jenko turns and holds something out to Schmidt: a small pair of scissors. "Here, use these. Nobody likes getting pubes in their teeth, okay? Especially not girls. This isn't The Ten Commandments and you're not the talking bush."
Schmidt reels back. "That's the burning bush! And I'm not using your scissors to trim my pubes, dude!"
"They're just scissors!" Jenko tilts his head, eyes wide. "Did you or did you not have your fingers halfway down my throat the other day?"
"Fair point," Schmidt says.
My Yuletide reveal, written for eleanor_lavish!