My breath is taken away as i step into a brand new world. A world that defiantly isn't mine but i fall in love with it as soon as i enter. each of the walls are painted with some form of art.
Art that represents me and him in more ways than one. As i turn around Nash is no longer behind me but on the other side of the room hidden by a maze of sporadically placed easels. Each of which h as its own work of art.
The room is done up with fairy lights streaming down the walls, framing nash's extravagant brush strokes. We make eye contact from across the room. A blue i couldn't never want to go away. Electrifying. Utterly enticing.
"you like?" He smiles sheepishly toward me. Seemingly not so nervous anymore.
"how'd you do this?" I look around and i feel like Alice in Wonderland. He smiles a quirky smile, mostly to himself. Most likely boasting in his own head.
"I can work magic when i want to." He chuckles under his breath. His eyes flicker up at me kind of mischievous as usual. "Come here."
I follow his order as if he's compelled me and make my way over. He makes me this way. he doesn't know half of the things i'd do if he'd just utter the words.
I stand in front of him, his chest touching my back. I have a glimpse of a wall with a big curtain covering it that i missed when i walked in. There are newspapers covering the floor where we stand. Things are about to get messy.
His hands glide over my shoulders and then my arms real slow. This makes me breathe in sharp. My hairs stand on end where he's touched me. How embarrassing...
His lips are near my ear and then i hear his low gravely speech saying to me, "Cameron, i know you're not art prodigy. But i need you to show me something...". I get an idea at what he's hinting and i like it.
I want to connect with him. I want to share with him, his most favorite thing in this world. I have no problem with that. His fingertips reach the hem of my shirt and it trails up my abdomen, taking my shirt off in a swift motion.
My heart is pumping a million miles a minute i start to feel a little dazed. It's almost as if he's drugged me.
"Anything." He whispers and then he taps the only blank canvas in this room, which is beside him. I look over at it. He wants me to paint on it. I've never done any form of visual art.
"Or you could make me your canvas." A smug smirk is placed on his lips. And my knees want to give beneath me. I silently plead for my bones not to fail on my burning body. Nash has ignited a fire in me.
When i can finally look up at him, i know my eyes are blown as his were just moments ago. To the size of saucers or maybe even bigger. Filled with lust and attraction at the Adonis standing in front of me. Dark in want and plentiful in need. Filled to the brim with desire and i have full intentions on having my way tonight. As of right now this is too much frustration to just leave again like before. Too much of a good feeling to leave myself high and dry. Right now i know have to have him. "I wouldn't mind that." I pull my lip between my teeth as i dip my hands in bright red paint.
i trail my lust colored fingers down nash's toned, now shirtless chest. then i take them down his back. I leave strikes from his neck to the very bottom of his pelvis. And now all of a sudden his eyes are closed and his sweats aren't doing too good a job of keeping his secret.
