Slayshots - [scomiche]

Painting

As I was writing this slayshot I realised you could correlate it with the Airport one. So, if you want, you can pretend this one shot it's a couple of years into the future :D

"Stop moving!" Mitch complained for the fourth time in thirty minutes. Scott kept moving, laughing and talking while Mitch was trying to draw his beautiful face. "Do you want to end up with a crooked nose?!"

"No"

"Then stay still" Scott was sitting on a chair with his back against a plain white wall. Mitch had asked him to be his model, Scott couldn't say no to those sweet chocolate brown eyes. He was always willing to help Mitch with his art projects, he bought him all the materials he needed and drove him to the university but one of the few things Scott could definitely not do was stay still.

"Are you done?" He asked. Mitch sighed and put his pencil down.

"That's it. I give up, you're a lost cause and I'm going to fail this class" He hit his head against the drawing and caused a few pencils to fall down to the floor.

"Hey, I'm sorry. I swear I won't move now!" Scott frantically said, he hated to see Mitch like that. He cursed to himself for being such an asshole.

"I have 2 fucking days to turn it in" Mitch stood up and put his hands above his head, he turned around to look towards the window. He had always loved the view, gorgeous buildings shining when the sun rays brushed against their sides. At night they would sparkle with such force their light illuminated their living-room.

"Can't you do another thing?" Scott cautiously asked, he knew better than bother Mitch when he was stressed out.

"We can do photography, painting or drawing. I need a strong mark since the semester is almost finishing and drawing is my strength but it's going to take so damn long now"

"You could continue this one! It isn't that bad" Mitch glared at Scott's blue eyes. "Okay it really is bad" A moment of silence stretched between them and suddenly Scott had an idea, but it would require Mitch to play along.

He went towards the drawers where Mitch kept his paint and brushes, this was going to be messy. The brunette wasn't paying any attention to him, so Scott quietly opened the can and dipped the brush in it. "You should relax, don't stress about it" He whispered into Mitch's ear when he was close enough. Using only one hand he begun to lift Mitch's shirt, the short didn't suspect a thing so when the shirt was gone he let out a small scream when he felt the wet brush slide against his bare back.

"You BASTARD" Mitch shouted. "That was cold!" Scott couldn't stop laughing, he was at the verge of tears.

"You want to play it dirty?! Two can play this game honey" Mitch grabbed the nearest big brush and dipped it in some brown paint. Funny thing was that Scott had used a dark blue one to mark his back. It was blue against brown.

Paint flew around the room and bodies got stained creating a breathtaking chaos. At one point Scott tackled Mitch to the ground and straddled his waist, he used his fingers to draw lines and dots throughout Mitch's face.

"You're so dead" Mitch squealed. He had somehow managed to turn the tables around, he was now on top of Scott and he did the same thing he had done to him. The brown around Scott's eyes made them brighter and more impacting. The only sound you could hear was the symphony of laughter, a sound Mitch never wished to forget.

Their faces were inches apart, Scott was the first one to start the kiss. It was a messy one, filled with paint and sweat. However, it was one of the best they've ever had.

"You're project is done" Scott said.

"What?"

"Come here" He led Mitch towards the mirror. Scott was covered in deep brown paint, stripes and dots covering his face. A pretty simple view. He had his eyes closed but when he opened them everything changed, the blue in his eyes sparkled fiercely and stronger than ever. The contrast between the brown and blue was majestic, his eyes were light in a world of darkness. Mitch was in awe, but that wasn't the end. He then looked at himself, he was covered in blue paint. Mitch's eyes looked darker than ever, the blue in his body absorbing all the light leaving his eyes in the shadows. If you thought about it, it was like some kind of Yin Yang going on in their faces.

"Now take a picture, only of your left eye against my right one. Leave half of our head off of the picture" Mitch set the camera and did as he said. The result was incredible, he was definitely going to get a good mark of this.

"You're a genius!" Mitch breathed.

"No, I'm a lost cause remember?" Mitch rolled his eyes and punched him lightly on his shoulder.

It took about twenty minutes to get the picture done for the professor but about two hours to clean up the mess they've made. A few days later Mitch presented his final piece of art and the professor was in awe as well, he adored it. He thought it was a clever idea to play with those colours and using a blue eyed person to create the contrast.

"That's Scott isn't it?" She asked.

"He is" I smiled at her. "He inspired me to do this"

"He's your muse it may seem. Do me a favour and keep him around, he brings out the most creative part in you" She examined the photograph a little more before grading me. "Simply outstanding, great job Mitch"

"Thanks. I bet he'll be happy to know he's the reason behind my A"

And he was way too happy about it, I owed him a lot.