The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only thing keeping the room from being completely silent. i look across the room at troye, who is laid out on the sofa in one of his oversized, blue, sweaters. he then looks up at me, a small smile playing at his lips. troye then pushes himself further back onto the couch, and pats the small empty space in front of him.
i make my way over, and lay next to him. to prevent myself from falling backwards off of the couch though, our chests where just barely touching.
"so, i saw this thing on tumblr..." i began. a mix of interest, fear,and excitement being shown on his face, he placed his hand on my hip.
"oh god, should i be worried?" he asked. i giggled.
"no!, its just something i wanted to try." troye then raised his eyebrows, silently questioning me,
"can i paint on you?" his eyebrows then moved in confusion.
"what??" i sighed, not in an annoyed way, and quickly got up. i walked into our small office room, opened a drawr, and pulled out six brand new, pale colors. pink, blue, yellow, purple,red, and white.
when i got back, troye was half holding himself up, his eyes following me back to the couch, where i sat down.
"take off your shirt?" i half asked, half told him, he obeyed with only a slight hesitation,
"okay, now um, turn. i want to start on your back."
i hear troye wince from the cold as i use my finger to paint the petals of the flower,starting on his left shoulder blade, with thick pink paint. i then move onto the corolla, using yellow paint. i repeat, switching colors,until i reach his right side.
"ill let this part dry, and then ill do the front." standing up, i head to the kitchen, "coffee?"
he nods almost frantically
***
i run my hands over the painted flowers, dry to the touch, i decided id be good enough to start on the front of his body.
as he laid down, i chose my colors, and decided my route, then, when he seemed comfortable enough, started painting. only stopping when i got very close to his pants line. there'd be room for one more flower if i moved his jeans down an inch. as light as possible, i slowly push them, accomplishing not only an inch more room, but a cute breath hitch from troye.
"uncomfortable, troye?" i tease, smiling when i get a scoff in return
"you know quite well what that was"he was smiling too. adorable.
drying my hands, i step back and admire my work, also troye, but my work too.
"i think i have a new idea for the common culture album."
wow i am a horrible updater frick
ohwell tho heres this one, there may or may not be a part 2, i haven't decided yet
gbye bbys
