Butterflies (boyxboy)

Chapter 6: Pose

"Not here! You don't need to give me a striptease!"

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Tamesh looked at the attractive man, sitting on the stool, as he held the mug of tea in his hand. "I assume you'd know how it works, what's expected of you." He half smiles, watching how Blake shuffles a little on the stool. 

"So...you want the full monty?" Blake asks a little warily.

"Yes. Purely for artistic purposes you understand." Tamesh reassures.

"Yep, just checking." Blake grins, taking one last sip from his tea, before placing it on the floor by his feet. He stands up and begins to remove his long black jacket, letting it fall on the floor, then begins unlacing one of his boots. 

"Woah woah woah!" Tamesh steps forward, holding up his hands. "Not here! You don't need to give me a striptease...there's a bathroom through the door, under the stairs." 

Blake stops what he is doing, suddenly feeling more embarrassed about getting the so-called process wrong, than actually getting naked. He had no hang ups about his body and was used to changing in front of others at fashion shows and photo shoots but back in those situations, people would be more interested in him with his clothes on... This guy was going to study him au natural, in the buff, starkers, completely naked! His eyes would be focusing and scrutinizing every inch of him. He would be exposing himself in more ways than one. 

"Oh, uh sorry." He smiles widely, cheeks a little red. Tamesh catches the captivating grin, once again creating ideas of how he could possibly portray that within the image. 

He managed to pull his gaze away long enough to head to a paint splattered trunk, sat in the corner of the room. He flips open the lid and pulls out a brown and beige checkered blanket. "Here, take this." He offers the material over to Blake, who takes it and heads back through the door to change into... well... his birthday suit and a throw!

In his absence, Tamesh brings together all the things he may need. He only had 50 hours. It might seem like a long time, but he knew how fast time could pass when he was engrossed in his work. He kind of only had this chance. This one chance to get this right, before Blake had fulfilled his end of the bargain and would be on his way, with the seascape painting under his arm. He decides to go for it. Go for the paint straight to canvas. 

Everything is now more or less in place, with Tamesh just pondering how to position Blake, deciding on the battered looking leather armchair he usually used to relax on and catch up with a book. 

He is in the middle of pulling the heavy piece of furniture across the wooden floor boards, making a screeching sound as the feet get pulled across its surface, when he hears the door close. He stops and looks up to see Blake standing there, the blanket being held around his waist by one hand. "Where do you want me?" He asks, still standing shy of the doorframe.

Tamesh's mind momentarily goes blank as he gazes at the half exposed man standing before him. His body is muscular, strong. His skin is fair, but flawless. Every curve, every protrusion like a carving. It was as if he was the art itself, rather than becoming the subject matter for the art. 

Tamesh subconsciously licks his lips as he clears his throat "Mmhm, ok, so over here please." He taps the back of the armchair with his fingers. 

Blake now shuffles his bare feet towards the leather armchair and is about to remove the blanket to sit when again Tamesh stops play. "Wait!" He almost shouts in a panic. Again holding his hands out to Blake, who was in a weird half sitting half standing position. 

"What now?" He says, still gripping tightly on to the blanket with one hand, still wrapped around him. 

"Just...just drape the throw over the chair before you sit down." He says. The thought of a stranger's bare butt cheeks and balls resting on his place of rest and relaxation was not at all appealing to him. Even if the guy did look like an Adonis!

"Got it." Blake replies as slowly and surely he pulls apart the material shrouding him, letting it fall back onto the chair, like a winged cloak before sitting down in the seat to reveal himself in his entirety. 

Blake sits, legs shapely, knees bent, feet flat on the floor. His thighs are thick and solid, ready to crack nuts from their shell if need be. His back is nice and straight, heavy shoulders set back. Strong muscular arms bent at the elbow, hands gripping the arms of the chair either side. Blake's chest, firm, defined, his skin with a glorious sheen reflecting the light from the opaque window. The naked appendage on display rested comfortably alongside Blake's left thigh.

Tamesh never thought much about the body parts of people, he never really felt those desires that Alfie had often spoken about of some of the customers that came into the candy shop, The tall guy, the one with the chiseled jaw, the one who had a pert behind. It all sounded like shallow infatuation to him, but what Tamesh did appreciate was beauty. 

He appreciated the beauty in life, all things could be beautiful. Beauty could be the oil spill rainbow in a shallow puddle. It could be the steam rising from a bowl of hot soup on a winter's day, it could even be the shadow cast by the cat in the alleyway on a dark night. And right now it was this man. Blake was beautiful and Blake was looking straight into Tamesh's eyes...