Obvious

Lines Of Your Body

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, okay. But only if you're sure you're comfortable with doing this."

Jack smiled. "I like you, Nate. There's just something about you that makes me feel as if I can be... I don't know, free? I just trust you, I guess."

I stood up, helping Jack up. "Well, let's get started then"

His parents were gone for the weekend luckily, but we still stayed in his room. As I set up myself and tools, Jack undressed. I refused to look at him until it was the right time.

"I'm ready," he said softly. I switched into artist mode, leading him to his bed, my hands gently grazing over his skin. I let him lay down on his stomach before going and positioning him. I laid his head on his arm, then tilting his hole body sideways, bringing up his top leg to decently cover his excellent dick.

Before I started, I placed my finger on his head and trailed it down his body, learning the lines of his body. I felt Jack shiver underneath me, but he stayed silent. As I reached the curve of his hip, I let two other fingers brush over his skin. I felt his breath hitch but heard a small sigh follow, content and happy. I rested my hand on his hip, just barely on the curve of his ass.

"Beautiful," I whispered. "So beautiful." I left his body before sitting in a chair and began to draw him.

****Jack's POV****

When I first saw Nate's drawings, I was amazed. Especially by the ones of me. The way he drew me was incredible. I had suspected since the first tutoring session that he had a crush on me, but I wasn't sure because he'd never said anything about being gay. But God, I wanted to see what he could do with my whole body. So before I could shut my mouth, I had asked him to draw me nude.

Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed to be naked in front of Nate. As he positioned me on the bed, his hands gentle as they touched my skin. When he was finished, he placed a finger on my head and trailed it down until he reached my hipbones, letting three fingers touch me. It was like fire, the way his touch made me feel. I let out a contented sigh, and then Nate let his hand rest just barely on my ass, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

"Beautiful. So beautiful," I heard him whisper, and then his fingers were gone.

I watched him draw me. Every time he came over to study me, I willed myself to be still. It wasn't that I was scared. It was more like I was scared I was going to touch him, to pull him down underneath me and let my hands discover his body. I had never had thoughts like about another guy before now.

He had put on his iPod, soft music playing, and occasionally I'd see him lip singing and dancing to it, but when an obvious favorite of Nate's came on and he stopped drawing and just started singing and dancing, I laughed.

By the time he was done, it was almost one in the morning. He walked over and sat beside me, showing the finished project.

"Woah. Nate...Jesus, you have got some real talent. It's, it's beautiful."

I sat up, sitting Indian style, and leaned my head on Nate's shoulder. I never meant to do it, but I was exhausted from the game and it was late and I just wasn't thinking anymore.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked through a loud yawn.

"You don't owe me anything, Jack. In reality, I should be the one paying you."

I shrugged, then got up and pulled on a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants and turned to Nate.

"Do you just want to stay the night?" Nate nodded. "That would be great, man. Thanks so much. For everything."

I threw him another pair of sweats before I headed into the shower, letting the hot water work its way into my muscles.

By the time I was done, Nate was curled up in a ball on my floor fast asleep, and I laughed softly before picking him up and placing him gently on my bed. "I wonder if you have any idea what you do to me, Nate Manson."

****Nate's POV****

I was awoken by the feeling of someone nuzzling my neck, their warm breath making me content to just lay there in happiness.

Then it dawned on me that I had never awoken to someone nuzzling me. I turned over and realized it was Jack, who was beautifully peaceful as he slept.

I wanted to move, because I knew that this was wrong, that Jack was definitely not gay, but I was just too in love with him to say no.

I knew he was asleep, so I dared a tiny little kiss on his nose. He responded with a happy little moan and pulled me closer into him. I knew that it was wrong, but I'd always fantasizes about the way his lips would feel on mine, and one little kiss wouldn't hurt, right?

I was gentle, my lips barely brushing his, and I almost moaned at the contact. My god, they were like satin. So then, I was an absolute idiot and full on kissed him, tasting him. He kissed me back, though still asleep, and as his tongue swiped across my lower lip, I realized that if I let this continue, I was going to wake Jack up and ruin our friendship. So I pulled away reluctantly and untangled myself from his arms.

"Jack," I whispered softly, gently shaking his shoulder.

"Whaa?" He blinked sleepily and yawned, his dark hair in a messy bed head/sex hair style, and I smiled, adored at the thought that maybe one day I could always wake up and find that view every morning.

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow some more clothes and hop in the shower? If I go home like this, my mother is going to think I slept with someone and she'll ground me for a month." He nodded, then went back to sleeping.

I quietly got the things I needed and stepped under the hot spray, letting the water relax my tense muscles. I sighed, letting myself relax for once. It seemed that Jack made me tense and relaxed at the same time.

By the time I was dressed, Jack was still asleep. I needed to do things before Abby and I were to come here, so I left quietly, leaving the drawing of Jack and a small note saying thanks on his desk before leaving.

As I worked that afternoon, the sun seemed to be brighter.