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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
612
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Paintings
“So you have been doing this for…?”
”about twelve years” He looked at the brush in his hand, tan paint slowly sliding down the hairs and onto the ferrule.
An’Desha lounged on a well used but comfortable couch covered in a cream colored sheet. His had agreed, after only slight persuasion, so model for his friend as he painted. He supposed that is what he got for laying on pieces of furniture in a artists studio. He looked over and watched as his friend painted. The sound of the brush sliding over the canvas was hypnotizing for all of its irregularity.
Aiden was only partially visible behind the canvas as he worked. His brow creased in concentration as he chewed lightly on the end of his brush. He looked up quickly and turned his attention back to the canvas before him. He was completely absorbed in his work, so much so that he didn’t notice that Desha was watching him.
It was amazing to watch him work. He seemed lost to the world, even Desha constantly staring at him didn’t faze the usually perceptive teen.
“You can get up if you want.” His voice was soft almost as if it was as after thought to tell him he was allowed to move if he wanted.
Sitting still for over an hour didn’t constitute quick movement once it was allowed. Desha stretched his limbs slowly before he turned off his side so he was sitting up. He reached up, stretching his back, and groaned in pleasure as his muscles shifted and relaxed. “Get what you needed?” He stood up, stretching his legs, as he waited for a response.
A unintelligible grunt was all he got in reply.
Rolling his eyes he walked over to see what was on the canvas. He was surprised to see the whole thing was done in shades of tan and caramel, almost like a sepia toned picture. For all the monochromatic blandness there was an amazing variation in shadow and light. He looked over at Aiden and back to the painting a few times as his friend continued to ignore him.
It was then that he noticed it. A little stripe of reddish paint cut across Aiden cheek.
It was completely out of place. He had succeeded in not getting any of the stuff on his cloths or his hands, but somehow a brush stroke had gone unnoticed. Without thinking he reached up and brushed a finger over the paint.
Aiden started as he was touched and turned his head to look at his friend. “Wha…”
“Paint.” He held is fingers in sight of Aiden’s eyes. “I think the stuff is attracted to you.” He smiled as Aiden reached up and whipped the last bit away from his skin and turning his skin a little pink in the process.
Looking at the floor Aiden tried to banish the thought running through his mind. That simple touch from An’Desha had sent heat rushing through his body. He shouldn’t be thinking of his friend like that.
”about twelve years” He looked at the brush in his hand, tan paint slowly sliding down the hairs and onto the ferrule.
An’Desha lounged on a well used but comfortable couch covered in a cream colored sheet. His had agreed, after only slight persuasion, so model for his friend as he painted. He supposed that is what he got for laying on pieces of furniture in a artists studio. He looked over and watched as his friend painted. The sound of the brush sliding over the canvas was hypnotizing for all of its irregularity.
Aiden was only partially visible behind the canvas as he worked. His brow creased in concentration as he chewed lightly on the end of his brush. He looked up quickly and turned his attention back to the canvas before him. He was completely absorbed in his work, so much so that he didn’t notice that Desha was watching him.
It was amazing to watch him work. He seemed lost to the world, even Desha constantly staring at him didn’t faze the usually perceptive teen.
“You can get up if you want.” His voice was soft almost as if it was as after thought to tell him he was allowed to move if he wanted.
Sitting still for over an hour didn’t constitute quick movement once it was allowed. Desha stretched his limbs slowly before he turned off his side so he was sitting up. He reached up, stretching his back, and groaned in pleasure as his muscles shifted and relaxed. “Get what you needed?” He stood up, stretching his legs, as he waited for a response.
A unintelligible grunt was all he got in reply.
Rolling his eyes he walked over to see what was on the canvas. He was surprised to see the whole thing was done in shades of tan and caramel, almost like a sepia toned picture. For all the monochromatic blandness there was an amazing variation in shadow and light. He looked over at Aiden and back to the painting a few times as his friend continued to ignore him.
It was then that he noticed it. A little stripe of reddish paint cut across Aiden cheek.
It was completely out of place. He had succeeded in not getting any of the stuff on his cloths or his hands, but somehow a brush stroke had gone unnoticed. Without thinking he reached up and brushed a finger over the paint.
Aiden started as he was touched and turned his head to look at his friend. “Wha…”
“Paint.” He held is fingers in sight of Aiden’s eyes. “I think the stuff is attracted to you.” He smiled as Aiden reached up and whipped the last bit away from his skin and turning his skin a little pink in the process.
Looking at the floor Aiden tried to banish the thought running through his mind. That simple touch from An’Desha had sent heat rushing through his body. He shouldn’t be thinking of his friend like that.