❛ forgive me if i stumble and fall. for i know now how to love too well. i am clumsy and my words do not form as i wish, so let me kiss you instead and let my lips paint for you. all the pictures that my clumsy heart cannot.❜
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EZRA lets out a frustrated sigh, looking at Isaac with a blank expression. "Isaac, I swear to god if you don't hold still!" Ezra hisses as he grabs Isaacs face once again to keep him in the center. "I'm sorry! We've been at this for hours." He huffed, turning back to face Ezra.
They both sat in the empty classroom, A shirtless Isaac sitting on a stool and Ezra sitting in front of him with his canvas and paint brush in hand. "Isaac, it's only been 20 minutes." Ezra rolls his eyes, continuing to lightly paint against the canvas.
Ezra wanted a model for his next art project. Well you can say he was limited with options. Stiles was tired of being 'used', Erica was unavailable since she had a doctors appointment, and Scott, was well sulking over Allison. Ezra was left with Isaac, who was the only one available.
"How do you want me to pose now?" Isaac asked as he awkwardly did poses. Ezra chuckled as slowly got up from his seat, he gently took Isaacs hand in his, moving his head the way he wants him to be. Ezra's hands were so gentle that the pass of his fingertips feel like delicate feathers just breathing over Isaac's skin. Isaac holds in his breath, as Ezra gently moves the boys limbs.
"-Like that." Ezra finally said looking up at Isaac's blue eyes. Ezra tilts his head to the side, a slow soft smile appearing on his face. "Perfect, don't move!" Ezra, playfully warned.
Isaac finally lets out a breath he was holding in, giving the boy a curt nod.
"So, what are you going to do after school?" Isaac asks curiously as Ezra continued to stroke the canvas. "Well, I have to deal with a sulking Scott and a confused Allison, but that's not the only thing I have to deal with. Stiles suggests, it would be best if we would hang out and try to get Scott drunk and let loose to make him feel better."
Ezra shakes his head with a smile, "But then that would follow a breakup drunk and the massive hangover, and that won't look too good."
Isaac chuckles softly, "You guys really close, huh?" Ezra lets out a sigh, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, even if they can be a pain in the ass, they're my whole world since the second grade."
Isaac quietly nods, "You and Stiles seem pretty close. Every time I see you, it's Stiles right next to you." Isaac asked quietly, Ezra surprisingly hearing the boy, "I honestly thinks he's obsessed with me-Nah I'm just playing. Me and Stiles are pretty close." Ezra chuckled, continuing to brush away.
They sit in a comfortable silence, only the sound of Ezra humming fills the empty classroom. "...And done!" Ezra said with a bright smile. Isaac slowly gets up from his stool, walking over to Ezra. "Woah." Isaac lean over to look at the painting closer.
