Painted Passion (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

Danny hadn't expected to start the job right then. He'd thought he would be able to go home and psyche himself up, maybe get a handle on his intense attraction to Magnum and come back with a bit more composure. No such luck.

The studio was a redesigned spare bedroom, with one half of the room containing all the artist accessories; paints, brushes, thinners, cleaners, palettes, and a large easel with a stool set before it. The odor was stronger in there, but not necessarily unpleasant. The other half of the room resembled a photographer's set, with a black leather chaise lounge as the center piece furniture.

Magnum directed Danny's attention to the far wall and the paintings displayed. "These are all part of my current series," he said. "It's titled Raw Beauty."

Danny crossed the room then faltered as he drew closer. Oh shit. He stared at the male nudes, beautifully captured on canvas. He glanced at Magnum nervously. He wants me to pose "nude"? Danny swallowed with effort and returned his stare to the artwork. The men were in tastefully erotic poses-and fully aroused. Had the models actually sported erections? Or had Magnum simply improvised? Surely the latter.

"Something wrong, Danny?" Magnum murmured.

"Uh..." Danny swallowed again, his throat suddenly parched. "You...you paint...nudes?"

"Yes." A shrewd smile formed. "I didn't specify that?"

A short laugh escaped Danny. "Uumm...no."

"Hm." Magnum shrugged indifferently. "Must have slipped my mind."

Slipped his mind? Danny stared at him skeptically. "Yeah."

Magnum chuckled. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Yes," Danny admitted. "I don't know if I can..." He averted his eyes.

"Are you uncomfortable with your body?" Magnum asked.

"No. But..." Danny licked his lips nervously. Was he going to pass up five hundred bucks just because the man wanted him to lay naked on a couch for a couple hours? Problem was-his thoughts of Magnum were already running wild, and he was feeling it in his crotch. If he took off his clothes, Magnum would see that he was already getting hard. What kind of message would that send?

The right one.

"But what?" Magnum was staring at him, a glimmer of amusement in his deep blue eyes.

Danny sighed. "Nothing. I'll..." he shrugged and murmured, "I'll do it."

"Great." Magnum was genuinely pleased. "And rest assured, when I go into artist mode, I don't see a sexy naked man before me-simply a work of art."

Something about that statement further aroused Danny. In the short jaunt to the chaise lounge, his mild erection morphed into a raging hard-on.

Magnum retrieved a white robe and bath towel from the closet and handed them to Danny. "I need you to shower," Magnum instructed and nodded to the open bathroom door. He looked at Danny. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Uh," Danny shook his head. "No, I...I guess not."

"Ok, then." Magnum walked over to a counter beneath a shelf of neatly arranged tubes of oil paint. He opened the lower cabinet doors and sank to his heels as he studied the contents. "When you're finished showering, go ahead and put the robe on. Then we'll begin."

Danny glanced at the bathroom, hesitated, then entered and closed the door. He hung the robe on the door hook and the towel on the metal rack near the walk-in shower. He undressed, folded his clothes and placed them on the closed toilet lid. His cock swayed stiff and heavy, and he ached to work it out-but what if Magnum somehow needed him naturally erect? If he came in the shower, he might not be able to achieve it again afterwards.

He caught his reflection in the mirror as he opened the glass shower door. "How the fuck did you get yourself into this?" He held his own stare for a moment but received no answer, and entered the shower.