This story was written for the challenge in two parts at qaf_challenges and was inspired by this graphic.
If you haven't already you should really check out all of the stories (41!!!) and graphics (24!!!) from this challenge. The master list can be found here.
Thank you to cam_a for making the beautiful and unique graphic which inspired this story.
Hugs, kisses, licks and possibly even a little humping for my wonderful beta _alicesprings
I can't stop staring at it. It's just so perfectly him. I offered to help him with it, but now that I have it in my hands I couldn't be happier that he turned me down. It wouldn't have been any better for my help, but it would have been less him.
I haven't seen the pieces for the show yet and this feels almost like a tease. Bold graphics with his loose, expressive style of painting... a hint of the bigger picture. Not enough to give anything away, just enough to draw me in.
But it's impossible not to focus on the picture of him. I don't get to lay my eyes on him nearly enough right now.
It's really just a glimpse, eyes down, slightly hidden behind his work. An even bigger tease. He's in black and white, but I know how red his lips are and it makes me want them wrapped around my cock.
It shouldn't be enough, but looking at it makes me hard.
I don't bother taking the time to get naked. But once I have my dick in my hand, I slow down to enjoy it.
I can see him.
Painting in his studio. Shirt off, little smears of paint across his chest and completely engrossed in what he is creating.
Biting his bottom lip before casting his eyes down in a flirtatious show of submission to the photographer. And then later, fucking the photographer up against the wall.
Greeting friends, family and complete strangers with that huge fucking smile. Waiting, hoping to hear that they all think he is as talented as he knows he is.
Me, kissing him. Sucking on his lower lip until it's swollen and raw. And then letting him suck my cock, slow and perfect. Until my back bows away from the bed and I fill his mouth.
I lick my come from my fingers because if he was here he would slide his come covered tongue into my mouth and feed it to me.
But my mind doesn't stop when I come and I spend a few minutes thinking about what happens after the show is over. When he comes home for a few weeks to rest and catch up with everyone. And to get fucked properly in a comfortable bed. He's worked hard for this and he's looking forward to the break. I am too.