Painted Passion (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

A wonderful heat was spreading through Magnum's groin, seeping up into his lower stomach...and struggling to drift higher. What the hell was it about Danny that tempted him to throw caution to the wind and forget the folly of leaping before looking? When it came to life-and likely relationships as well-Danny was still wet behind the ears, and flying by the seat of his pants, so to speak.

And how did dating an older man benefit you? Roger had been considerably more life-experienced, but it hadn't made him a safe prospect. Age didn't equal willingness to commit. Nor did it automatically mean the older person would act with maturity or respect. The extra years typically just afforded people like Roger the "gift" of a finely tuned line of bullshit. Through trial and error they learned to master the skill of deceit. And lying.

I love you, Magnum. A lie. I just want you for the rest of my life. Bullshit. Fuckers like Roger wanted what they wanted...until they didn't want it anymore. Once the thrill was gone-then they suddenly learned how to tell the truth.

We're not right for each other, Magnum. So true.

We should go our separate ways, Magnum. The best idea ever.

I want to fuck other men, Magnum. And he had-before he learned how to be truthful.

Magnum cleared his throat and set the wine cooler on the end table to his left. "I guess I should get down to business," he said. "And tell you my offer."

Danny looked at him with interest-and still a bit of uncertainty.

"I've been working on a series of paintings," he said. "And typically I pay models to pose for multiple photos. I like to work alone, so I rarely hire a model for live sessions. But with my current piece I'm working on, I've been having a hell of a time finding my muse in a photograph, and an even harder time finding the perfect model to represent my vision for the painting." He smiled. "And then the God's took pity on a frustrated artist-and sent me the perfect specimen." He sighed. "A breathtakingly handsome, well-put-together deliver boy."

Magnum didn't need to lie-Danny was indeed everything he was looking for.

"Me?" Danny stared at him doubtfully. "You...you want me to model for you?"

Magnum nodded. "I will fully compensate you."

"But I..." Danny frowned. "I don't know anything about modeling."

"It isn't rocket science," Magnum chuckled. "I instruct you on the position of the pose. You pose. I paint. Easy as 1,2,3."

The young man was clearly nervous, but at least he hadn't given an immediate 'no'.

"I'll pay you five hundred dollars for two hours," he told Danny. That got the boy's attention. "And if I need you to come back, I'll pay you the same for the added time." Magnum smiled. "Five hundred bucks to just stand there and look beautiful. Something you do every day, anyway." He winked. "Without pay. Might as well make a few dollars off that angel face and heavenly body."

The slight flush in Danny's cheeks hardened Magnum to painful proportions so suddenly he was barely able to bite back a whimper before it escaped.

Danny cast him a look that questioned Magnum's intentions. It was in the young man's eyes-he wanted to ask Magnum straight up if this was simply a ploy to get in his pants. It wasn't. Magnum wanted in his pants, no doubt about it, but he wouldn't play the same games on Danny that Roger had played on him.

"This is a legitimate job offer, Danny," he assured. "You are free to turn it down. I won't be offended." He smiled. "Although I can't imagine ever finding another prospect as perfect as you." He winked. "Not that I would try to make you feel guilty for leaving me empty handed or anything. I surely wouldn't be so devious."

Danny stared at him and a slow smile stretched his lips. Magnum's cock responded whole-heartedly as he was overwhelmed with visions of grandeur for that mouth. "I guess I could give it a shot," Danny said with a shadow of doubt. "I could definitely use the money."

"Wonderful." Magnum stood up. "Let me show you to my studio."