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The sugar baby escapades (4)

OT6
Word count: 17704
Chapters: 18

Jeremy is going to die today. He's either going to have a heart attack or some form of aneurysm.

Today in one of his rudimentary art classes, the prof decided they should have some experience in sketching the nude form. And, okay, Jeremy's fine with this. He's already had to look up nude photos on the computer for some of his projects, and now he's working with the real thing. And he's looking forward to it. He loves it when he gets to sketch and draw with the others. Just a quiet time of sketching for an hour and half.

Except when the prof announces their nude model.

"We have a very special guest today," Turner announces. "His name is James King, and he's an international model, having done shoots for Gucci and Boss."

And then fucking Ryan walks in, dressed in only a bathrobe, hair pulled up into a bun. He's wearing glasses, acting like Clark fucking Kent to hide the fact that he's actually the Vagabond.

"Hi," he says, smiling brightly, and Jeremy can tell half the class is in love with him. "I look forward to working with you guys for the next week."

"All right!" Turner says. "Let's get started."

Jeremy's fucking dying. Rob and Paula are on either side of him and Tess is beside Paula, because this is a pre-req course and they all need to take it, and of course Ryan just had to torment Jeremy and volunteer his services as the nude model because he likes riling Jeremy up and ugh. Fuck him.

Once the prof has Ryan settled into the best position, Ryan drops his robe, and the class begins. Jeremy's pretty sure he's experiencing tunnel vision, and Rob gives him a look that says holy fuck.

And, please. He doesn't need comments on his boyfriend's anatomy. Not today.

So Jeremy tries to keep it out of his find as he sets the paper to pencil. He keeps his figure faceless and focuses on getting the general shape right, catching the tilt of Ryan's hip and the spread of his legs, ignoring everything else betwixt them because no. Just no.

He gets through the class amazingly well and excuses himself to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and wait for Ryan to disappear. He does, thankfully, because he knows when to stop teasing and leave Jeremy in peace.

Unfortunately, his friends don't know when to keep quiet.

"You didn't tell us your boyfriend was a model," Tess says.

"Yeah, and good looking, too," Paula says.

"Can you ask him what his workout regimen is like?" Rob says. "Because he is fucking ripped."

Jeremy stands up and says. "I have to go now."

"What about your sketchbook?"

"Oh, you can keep it."

That night he pins Ryan against his bedroom door, pulling him down by the shirt to kiss him, one hand moving to unbuckle his belt.

"You are," he says against his lips. "The worst."

Ryan laughs. "I like it when you're riled up. Isn't your friend Paula looking for someone to do photoshoots with?"

"Shut. Up."

He pulls Ryan in and pulls him down onto the bed, hands getting to the skin he had to trace on paper. He's always been a fan of the hands on approach to learning.