Butterflies (boyxboy)

Chapter 10: Robe

"Wait...you're not going to do a porno are you?"

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"What are you doing with my bath robe?" Henry questions as he sees the burgundy garment being pushed into a black rucksack. 

"Oh, yeah...I'm borrowing your robe." Blake says, now only out of declaration, more than anything else. 

"And what if I say no?" Henry says, folding his arm. He probably wouldn't but Blake's nature sometimes just got the better of him, making him take things for granted at times. It was Henry's job as his friend to remind him to be grateful, humble and most importantly, to stay grounded in an industry where people had self inflated egos.

Blake stops what he is doing. The garment is half in and out of the bag. He looks Henry in the eyes. "My dear friend and flatmate, please may I borrow your cosy bathrobe?" 

"What for?" Henry now asks. Blake's usual line of work didn't really require him to bring garments from home, making Henry wonder why he needed it in the first place. 

Blake slowly begins to push the remainder of the garment into the bag. "I have a new modelling job." He glances up at Henry for just a split second, hoping his flatmate wouldn't ask any more questions, but the look he got told him otherwise. 

"What kind of modeling job requires you to wear a..." Henry suddenly stops speaking. His eyes go wide, a hand covers his mouth as he stifles a gasp. "...Wait you're not...you're not going to do a porno are you? Is my bathrobe going to be in a porno?" 

Blake's expression now almost looks as shocked as Henry's...almost. "No I'm not! And it's nice you think more highly of your bathrobe than me!" Blake half jests. 

"Then why do you need it?" Henry again questions, folding his arms like before. 

"I'm doing some life modelling." Blake answers casually, like this is something he always does. 

Henry is silent for a moment, as if processing the words. "This is not one of your usual jobs is it?" 

"Uh...No." Blake replies in a semi sarcastic manner. "Definitely not!" 

"I didn't even know there were any life classes around here. You're gonna give an old lady a heart attack when she sees you tackle out." Henry laughs. 

"It's not a life class, it's just for one person, one artist." Blake now zips up the bag, pulling it onto his back, ready to leave before any more questions...he almost makes it...

"Woah wait a minute!" Henry pulls on Blake's sleeve a little as he turns. "Is this to do with that painting you wanted to buy?"

"Yes! This is how I'm paying for it. Now, can I go please mother?" Blake says rather impatiently. He leaves the apartment whether Henry has finished his questioning or not.

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Blake knocks lightly on the gallery shop door. Everything inside appears dark except for a faint glow radiating through the beaded curtains. He waits a while for a response before knocking a little louder, this time seeing some form of life. 

The silhouette of Tamesh is soon visible through the glass as he approaches the door with the same set of keys, inserting one of them and unlocking the door to let Blake in. "Sorry, I didn't hear you." He says, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. 

"That's ok." Blake replies smiling. Already amused at how the artist was getting so flustered and he had only just walked through the door!

As he makes his way through the beaded curtains once again, Blake stops. "Shall I change now or..."

"Sure, you know where to go." Tamesh says over his shoulder as he enters his studio, making his way to the side to pour out some ready made tea. He was determined to be professional. He was an artist, Blake is his study and nothing more...

"Nice music!" Tamesh almost jumps at the sound of Blake's voice as the male enters the room a few moments later. The sound of a calming mandoline playing in the background intending to make the ambiance very relaxing. 

Tamesh turns to see Blake adorning the burgundy robe tied with a loose knot around his waist. "Thanks, I thought it would be better than silence." He replies, offering over one of the mugs of tea, which Blake takes with an appreciative smile. 

There is a moment where both males just stand a few feet apart, sipping their tea, letting the mandolin strings fill their ears, before Tamesh places his mug down and clears his throat. "Ok, shall we begin?" He says, gesturing for Blake to head in the direction of the chair, which had the throw tossed over it like before. 

Blake slowly pulls at the knot of the robe's belt, the weight of the garment pulling open to once again reveal a snippet of nakedness, before it is exposed in its entirety, with the model letting the sleeves fall down his arms, making the gown pool on the floor like a fluffy puddle. 

Once again, out of nowhere, Tamesh feels that weird, inexplicable feeling shoot through him. He feels his heart beating within his ribcage as his mouth suddenly goes dry. All his best laid plans, the herbal tea, the soft music, the constant conversation he had been having with himself to stay focused, had all gone to pot...Blake was just too much for him to handle!