May I paint you? (TordMatt)

Chapter 4

Tord's pov

“The bathroom is down the hall if you don't want to change here,” I said. “Oh it's fine,” he said as he proceeded to take off his hoodie. I tried to look away, but I simply couldn't.

Matt didn't say anything, but he did notice. I turned around and said “I'll look away. Tell me when you're ready.” I then tried to calm myself down. Try not to blush. Don't say anything stupid.

I heard Matt move the sofa I have. I didn't turn around though. Then the sound of a zipper. Oh God. “Ok I'm done,” Matt said. Taking a deep breath, I turned around.

Oh God. I feel my face heat up. Matt's laying down on a sofa with rose petals surrounding him. He even has a rose in his mouth. Adding onto that, he's naked. I dropped my brush.

“What's wrong?” he asked. How did he speak flawlessly with a rose in his mouth? “Nothing I just,” I stopped to reach my brush. “I've never really painted a man naked,” I said with slight embarrassment. “It's not hard. I've drawn myself nude before,” he said proudly. “Sorry that I haven't,” I said sarcastically.

“I understand that you're nervous,” he said. “You do?” I asked. “Yes. It's hard to paint perfection,” Matt said. Well that's one way to shut me up.

I got my paint and began. “How long is this going to take?” he asked. “It's going to take longer if you talk or move,” I said. Matt sighed and stood still.

-time skip-

“Tord. It's been two hours. Please let me move and talk,” he said. “Wait. I'm almost done,” I said. I only had to finish off the rose petals and the eye shine.

“You said that two minutes ago,” Matt complained. I ignored his complaints and continued on. It took longer since I kept catching myself staring. I then dipped my paintbrush into the cup and smiled.

I also put some paint on my finger and signed on the bottom of the canvas. “Ok, now I'm done,” I said. “Finally,” Matt said as he got up.

“I'm starving. What are we getting?” he asked. “We're getting some clothes on you,” I said. “Answer my question and then I'll get dressed,” Matt insisted. “Fine. We could go to a cafe and get some sandwiches?” I suggested.

“Perfect,” he said as he grabbed his clothes. He was facing away from me. Damn he has a nice ass.

He proceeded to put on his clothes. “Uh, could you help me?” he asked. He was half dressed, with only his jeans on. “With what?” I asked. He tugged at his zipper. “It's stuck. I can't zip it up,” he explained. I walked over to him.

My face began to heat up as I realized I was super close to his crotch. I quickly tried to fix the zipper, but to no avail. “Is it broken?” he asked. “I think,” I said.

It can't be. I can fix it. I can fix anything. I have to fix everything.

I kept trying to fix the zipper and eventually, I actually did. “Woah thanks Tord,” Matt said with a smile. I then stood up and realized the height difference.

Matt was a bunch taller than me. He seemed to realize too. “You know, I'm always have been taller than everyone. I feel like a freak because of it,” he explained. “Heh. That's the first time I ever told anyone that,” he said.

He seemed nervous. “Hey, I've been meaning to tell you something,” he continued. “Yes?” I asked.

“I think I'm in love with you.”