“Sexy?”
“Yeah.” It’s a strange feeling to be aroused by drawings of himself. Maybe it’s not about the drawings themselves, but the notion of Owen alone in his room, imagining Will’s body while putting it on paper.
“Can I check if I was accurate?” Owen asks.
Will holds back a smile. “How do you want to check?”
“Well, when I draw you, I usually picture you lying down.”
“Without my shirt?”
“Of course.”
Well, then.Will glances around to make sure they truly are alone, then he pulls off his shirt and lies down on the blanket, the late afternoon breeze stroking his skin.
Owen turns toward him, his eyes moving between Will’s torso and the drawing. “Yeah, I got it right. I spent most of last night drawing you. I didn’t know if we were… I wasn’t sure about us, so I wanted to have as much of you on paper.”
Will acknowledges that with a nod. He hates imagining all the dark thoughts that must have crossed Owen’s mind since Nate had spread his poison. But he doesn’t want to think of Nate right now.
“I drew your bicep,” Owen says and turns his sketchbook for Will to see. It’s his arm, raised next to the outline of his head.
“Was I accurate?” Owen asks.
Will raises his arm above his head.
Owen smiles. “I was. Now, the next one is a bit… creepy.”
“Show me.”
Will sucks in a breath as he sees the next drawing. It’s the outline of his chest from the side, with his nipple firmly held between someone’s teeth. “I hope that it’s you biting it.”
“It’s my sketchbook—of course it’s me.”
“And is it accurate?”
“Accurate? Hmm.” Owen moves his long hair back and leans down to meet Will’s left nipple with his soft lips. He sucks gently, spreading warm currents across Will’s chest. His cock pushes against his jeans.
“I have more,” Owen says once he raises his head. “Ithink you’re my muse.”
“My body, at least.”
“No.You.It’s never just about the flesh. Ready to see your pubes?”
Will laughs. “Let me see. Damn.” The drawing is of Will’s hip bones, navel, and the upper part of his pubic hair.
“Can I check if it’s accurate?” Owen asks, his eyes already focusing on Will’s crotch.
“I’ll do anything for art.”
“Is that so?” Owen opens the button of Will’s jeans, then lowers the zipper. It reminds Will of the first night they were intimate, how he enjoyed being slowly undressed by Owen. He raises himself a bit to help Owen when he pulls down his pants and underwear, leaving his cock tucked inside the fabric while most of his pubes are exposed. Owen leans down and sniffs. “I love your smell. Did I tell you that?”
“Once or twice.”
“You’re hard.”
“Please tell me you drew my cock.”
“Maybe.”
