Roland smiled sweetly, if not patronizingly, at Donny and pushed the door open. He trailed Donny upstairs and followed him across the space to the large window that overlooked the street.
“Do you think people could see the outline of your cock if I fucked you against the window?”
“People could definitely see my cock if you fucked me against the window.” Roland stepped behind Donny and pushed his cock against Donny’s ass before he got any ideas about shouldering Roland against the window.
“Good.” Donny shimmied against him. “So, where are we gonna put the bed?” He turned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Roland pushed him away and walked around to look at the rest of the unit. It was new, as the arts district was still blossoming up around the east edge of downtown. It wasn’t cheap, but finding a space they could buy instead of lease would work out better in the long run.
“So, teaching?” Roland called over his shoulder after poking his head into the bathroom to check out the shower.
Donny ambled into the hallway and nodded, kicking at Roland’s ankle in a familiar way before passing him by and finding his way to the space the real estate agent had suggested they use for a bedroom area.
“Teaching,” he affirmed. “Getting back into your painting helped you, whether you want to recognize that as a catalyst or not, and I think if you taught other people how to paint, they may be able to find that same kind of help for themselves.”
“I’m not patient, though.” Roland cocked his head to the side.
“You waited for me.”
“That was a week.” He rolled his eyes.
“But wasn’t it thelongestweek ever?” Donny walked over to him and pulled the ends of his hair so he lowered his head. He pressed their lips together with a smile.
“For you, maybe.”
“Jesus,” Donny scoffed. “I don’t even know why I keep you around. You’re so mean to me now that you’re comfortable.”
Roland laughed and kissed him again.
“You know I love you.” Another kiss.
“I love you, too.” Donny pushed him away and looked around the area. “So where in this space would you prefer to get fucked regularly? I think if it’s over there,” he pointed toward a corner with windows, “the sun would get in your eyes when I wake you up for it.”
“You’re the most thoughtful boyfriend on the planet, you know that?”
Donny nodded. “I do. I’m so glad you noticed.” He looped his arms around Roland’s waist from behind and kissed his spine. Roland’s entire body shook as a spike of lust flared through him.
“We should put the bed back here,” Roland suggested, his voice suddenly thick with desire. Donny’s arms snaked around his torso and his fingers skirted under the waistband of his pants.
“We can put it wherever you want.” Donny chuckled and he grazed his palm across the base of Roland’s cock, which jumped at the attention.
“Yeah, you know I’ll putitwherever I want,” Donny replied suggestively. Roland closed his eyes and stepped backward, walking them both toward the wall until he felt Donny’s shoulders bump the concrete. Donny’s dick sprang to life, and Roland felt it pressing against his crack even though it was constrained by Donny’s jeans.
Donny groaned and pulled his hands out of Roland’s pants, smoothing down his cock and doing his best to separate their bodies. “Don’t get me started. I don’t have any lube.”
“Shocking.” Roland widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows.
Donny scowled and shoved his hand down his pants to readjust himself. “I know. But you were so insistent about it last night, and I didn’t have time to put more in my wallet, you needy boy.” Donny made a tutting sound and shook his head teasingly and walked away.
Roland trailed him back downstairs to the public space and propped himself in the doorway while Donny walked around the room and looked at the placement of things like countertops and electrical sockets.
“Teaching will be good for you.” Donny’s voice was soft and reflective, matching the look on his face when he turned to look at Roland. “Do you think painting together helped us?”
“Obviously.”
“Then why wouldn’t it help someone else? You could have community classes and teach kids, or couples. You know, I was reading a thing online and it was talking about how art can communicate things that are hard to say in words, and it can even dig into your subconscious and you can paint things that you don’t even know you’re thinking about.”
“You’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?” Roland arched an eyebrow. Donny dropped his head back and rolled it from shoulder to shoulder a couple times before he looked up and faced Roland again.
