TYLER #2
“Fuck, seems like dropping it helped.” Sebastian cocked his head to the side. “It still needs…” He waved his orange finger around the bottom of the canvas. It was only eight by eight inches, but it depicted the figure fully, and the guy in the picture was packing some nice ass, too.
“This is incredible,” I said in awe.
Sebastian shot me an angry glare. “It’s not incredible. It’s barely anything. At this rate, I’ll have to drop it ten more times before it’s close to alright.”
I barked out a laugh, then forced a serious expression back to my face. As I tossed the box of chocolate away from the stained sheet and the coloring palette, I focused on Sebastian. “Is this what upset you so much?”
He almost said yes, but stopped himself. He inhaled a deep breath and looked into my eyes.
“It’s more than just the painting, huh?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what I felt just then. Some sort of hopelessness that had filled him must have overflowed and spilled on me. I’d hoped we would have more time to figure it out. I’d hoped we’d talk about this later.
Sebastian shook his head. “I love being your boyfriend,” he said, his gaze dropping.
“Everything we have done has been amazing, Ty. Everything. Kissing, blowing, touching, dating…” He licked his lips as my heart clenched.
I feared his next words more than I feared anything.
Some things I simply couldn’t fix with words. “So why can’t I take us further?”
I frowned a little. “It doesn’t work that way.” I wanted to take his hand in mine, but he was holding them both tightly together. “There aren’t any IOUs between us, Sebastian. We do what we want to do, right? What we both want. There’s no scoreboard saying who did what. Just feel it.”
“But what if we never…?” He shrugged and let the words trail away.
“Then we never,” I said. “I already love what we are and what we have now.” As I said the words, I knew they were true.
I wanted us to find all the pleasure in one another.
I wanted us to make each other happy and horny.
I wanted to make him writhe under my hands and pant for air that was just short of enough, and I wanted him to never have enough of me, to always want more, to never be bored.
But those things didn’t mean we had to fuck.
“And if we try it and don’t like it?” he asked, as worried as I had been all this time.
That was one question I didn’t know how to answer. So I shook my head. “It can’t be so bad that it tears us apart, right? We’re overthinking this.”
He seemed interested enough to follow my thoughts. He would accept it if I simplified these things.
“It’s just sex,” I said bravely, pretending I wasn’t just as terrified of the outcome. “What we’ll do is this: we will promise to tell each other what feels good and bad, okay? And we’ll just…stop. If it goes south.”
Sebastian slowly released his hands from one another and lifted his pinky. “I promise.”
It warmed my heart to see his brown pinky pointed at me like that. For such a big, buff guy, he was incredibly boyish. I found it charming beyond belief. Our pinkies locked together and we shook them, nodding.
“Now,” I suggested, “let’s try fixing my bubble butt on that painting.”
Sebastian laughed at last. He propped up the painting and played a tutorial he had been following. It took me a moment to be comfortable dunking a finger into the blob of paint and touching the canvas with it. Sebastian laughed again. “Don’t worry if you fuck it up. It can’t be much worse.”
I wondered what his thinking had been. We were still discreet and hiding this relationship, even after two trips to play games out of town and sneaking on dates in new locations.
We kept this hidden from our teammates and our families.
Yet Sebastian was painting my naked ass, presumably to display somewhere.
It meant he was planning for us to be together long-term.
And it meant that coming out was a probable outcome.
I glanced at him as he focused on dabbing his finger against the taut canvas, applying paint that added shadows to my broad back, making it appear more muscular than before.
His eyebrows rose as the dimensions appeared on the canvas and my body looked less like a flat smear of paint and more like a young man’s physique.
“The best part about this,” he mused as we each applied paint all around the canvas slowly and quietly, almost like we were meditating. “I get to picture you naked.”
I bit my lower lip playfully until I couldn’t contain my silly grin. “If you want me to pose, all you have to do is ask.”
Thoughtlessly, Sebastian put his painted fingers on his chin. “That would help.”
It amused me so much to see the green stain on his chin. He had been busy adding grass. It was beginning to look like I was standing in a field, watching a fiery sunset.
It had been years since I’d last seen Sebastian mess around with canvas and paints. He’d had some talent, but he had never taken it too seriously. Our thing had always been hockey. It was good to see him dusting off his old skills.
I stood up after wiping my hands on an old towel, then shrugged my jacket off. Slowly, I undressed to my underwear. As I did so, I watched Sebastian’s pupils dilating. “It’s definitely inspiring,” he whispered.
I turned my back to him and looked at him over my shoulder, the rest of my body mimicking the pose on the canvas. One hand lifted the waistband of my tight briefs and pulled it down over the curve of my ass, making Sebastian hold his breath. “How’s this?” I asked softly.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
I chuckled and pulled my underwear lower, feeling my dick swell with excitement.
My briefs dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
Sebastian, in the meantime, glanced down and dipped his finger in more green paint, adding texture to the grass at the bottom of the painting, but his gaze kept darting back to my body.
When I turned around, half-hard and almost completely breathless, I sat down on the old sheet and applied more paint to my fingers. This, however, wasn’t going on the canvas. An idea so naughty crossed my mind and I couldn’t get rid of it. It was almost a compulsion.
As Sebastian’s gaze trailed down my body and settled on my growing cock, my green fingers hovered up until I could close the distance before he got away.
I touched his cheek and dragged a smear of green paint down his face.
His mouth dropped in shock, wide eyes rising to look at my face in horror.
And I threw my head back and laughed. “What?” he huffed.
As I leaned forward to examine him, I wasn’t paying attention.
Well, I probably hadn’t expected Sebastian to go that low and take revenge on me.
But he wore a determined expression on his green-smudged face and loaded paint on his whole hand.
Before I knew it, he had pressed his open palm across my face and laughed victoriously.
I balked. “That’s not fair,” I cried as I picked up more paint from the palette.
As I lunged at him, he was ready to fight.
All our fingers were loaded with various colors as we went for each other’s hands.
In a heartbeat, we wore all the colors of the rainbow, and Sebastian had far more room to play with, considering I was naked and he wore protection everywhere but his arms and face.
As we grappled with smeared fingers, I dragged the T-shirt up his back and pressed a wet hand against his skin, marking him as mine, but he slapped my naked ass with red paint and made me yelp with shock.
I managed to pull his old white T-shirt over his head, and he threw it away, promptly catching my chin and face with fingers that carried a mixture of colors. I laughed with surprise but spread some of my own ammunition over his hard abs and curved pecs.
What was a paint fight in one heartbeat became a sensual exploration of each other’s bodies in the next. I was no longer aiming to cover him in paint but to feel the ridges between his muscles and the tremors of his body where I touched him.
Sebastian put his hands on both sides of my face and looked into my eyes.
When he leaned in, the blazing heat of our kiss melted the paint on our bodies.
He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, and I accepted him, pulling his body tightly against mine, wrapping my arms around him, and playing with his tongue inside my mouth.
His kisses had never been hotter.
SEBASTIAN
Tyler’s dick throbbed hard against my leg.
It pulsed harder when my painted hands reached his curved ass and gave him a firm squeeze.
He whimpered against my lips and I ran his hands down the length of my back until he met the waistband of my old sweatpants.
His fingers remained there, feeling my skin but never moving lower.
Fear had driven me all day today. One month.
After one full month of kissing and fooling around and exploring his body with my lips, I was still too cowardly to give it a try, but the desire in me was stronger every day.
Tyler didn’t mind me hesitating. He would wait forever and wouldn’t complain.
Even with the fear casting a shadow over it, every day brought more vivid ideas of what it would be like.
And I wanted it. I couldn’t get it out of my head.
It made my heart skip a beat when I thought about it.
That was why I had wanted to make it happen tonight. And yet, my worries turned my plans into a blunder. I needed Tyler to fix it with his easy smile and infinite charm.
I pulled my head back from the sweet kiss we were sharing. I looked into his warm eyes and nodded. “Now,” I said. “I want you now.”
Tyler’s cheeks turned pink and his eyes widened. “Are you sure? Shouldn’t we maybe…look at a manual? Consult the literature?”
A chuckle rose from my throat. “I did that already,” I said. “Tonight. I got ready and then I chickened out.”