Uninspired!

Always

It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection.

-Oscar Wilde

Blue light reflected off every dip and curve of Heechul's pale skin as he lay sprawled out naked on Eunhyuk's bed. He was lying on his stomach with a pillow under his folded arms and legs kicking lazily back and forth. His long dark hair cascaded across the crisp white sheets and his fedora sat crooked on his head. Heechul's eyes were focused on Eunhyuk as the young artist sat behind his easel a few feet away, the large wood framed windows behind his back and the city lights twinkling like stars in the sky.

Heechul smiled softly and traced the wrinkles in the sheets with his long thin fingers as he watched Eunhyuk work. The look in the artist eyes as he peaked over the canvas at him was something Heechul will never forget. Eunhyuk looked at him with a sense of wonder and devotion, mixed with a calculating look as he etched his image upon the canvas.

"You're very serious, Mr. Artist." Heechul commented, breaking the soft silence that had formed between them.

"I'm concentrating," Eunhyuk replied as he dipped his paint brush in a shade of dark blue.

"Blue?" Heechul observed, "I told you to use red."

"I know what I'm doing," Eunhyuk reassured, "I want to capture the way the blue lights above the bed are reflecting off your skin."

"I can't wait to see it when you're done,"

"You can't see it until the art show this weekend," Eunhyuk denied, "I won't be able to finish it tonight. I'm just getting your general shape and the lighting done. I'll add the background tomorrow."

"Are you inviting me to your show?" Heechul asked with raised brows, "I'm not sure if you'd want someone like me there."

"Someone like you?" Eunhyuk repeated with a frown, "There's nothing wrong with you, Heechul. I'm not embarrassed. You're my muse, you should be there."

"No, I'm a whore. I might have slept with some of the men you know. I work this neighborhood a lot and...,"

"What you do, doesn't define who you are." Eunhyuk cut off, "Your job doesn't make you beneath anyone. I want you to be there."

"We're all in the gutter," Heechul quoted in a tired sounding voice, "But, some of us are looking at the stars."

"You are the stars," Eunhyuk complimented, affection present in his gaze as he continued to paint.

"Don't go all sappy romantic on me, Mr. Artist." Heechul chuckled, "I'm not your boyfriend. You're paying me to be here, remember?"

"Would you like to be?" Eunhyuk asked nervously.

"Would I like to be what?"

"My muse?" Eunhyuk clarified, "Would you like to be my regular model? I'd pay you."

"My current job pays better," Heechul teased, his heart skipping a beat as he observed the nervousness in Eunhyuk's eyes. "I'm not a model."

"I know, but...," Eunhyuk's words trailed off as Heechul sat up and slid out of bed.

Dropping his paintbrush, Eunhyuk swallowed nervously as Heechul moved between him and his easel and placed his hands alongside his face. Heechul smiled at him gently before placing a soft kiss on his lips. Eunhyuk's hands slid up Heechul's spine as they kissed, the exchange feeling so much more intimate and meaningful than any of the dozens of kisses they'd shared earlier that night. The kiss was slow and deep, each man pouring his emotions into the exchange.