His Vision of Art

Men

Tarq:

Uriah's sudden confession set something in me. I press my lips together, daring myself to take a step forward. Uriah's eyes slowly lift to my own.

"What's it like?" I whisper against him, and my forehead is close to touching the top of his head.

"What?" Uriah asks quietly.
He doesn't step back, and I take the opportunity.

I place my hands on his hips, leaning closer. "What's it like to be with a man?"

Uriah watches me closely, and then he finally does take a step back, but I move with him. My hands stay on his slim body, and when we fall back against his bed he presses his hands to my chest, almost like he wants to keep a distance.

My head drops, and our lips brush. I feel him shiver. My pulse spikes.

"Well?" I breathe against him.

He swallows, and his eyes dip down, his eyelashes even more pronounced.
Though he doesn't say anything.

I kiss him, taking the silent opportunity. He sucks in a quick breath before our lips meet, his lips soft and warm, the pressure hesitant.
I realize that my eyes are still open, his eyes already shut as he tentatively returns the kiss, so I shut them quickly before he pulls away.
We part, but not for long, Uriah parts only to inhale another quick breath before kissing me.
I cradle his head in my hands, holding him down against me, and I never realized how...different it is to kiss a man.

Uriah lets one of his hands trail into my hair, the other pressing gently against my neck, running his fingers along in a constant quiet motion. It's disarming, and I suddenly loosen up, letting my body relax and mold against his.

I soft moan escapes him and I gasp against his mouth at the sound. He's so innocent, so inviting...so...so willing.

Willing to let me kiss him without an explanation. Willing to let me press him against his bed without a second thought. Willing to let me control the pace and action.

My hands loosen my grip on his hair, our kisses turning a bit more urgent, and I let my hands slide down. I find the hem of his sweater, my fingertips pressing against his stomach hesitantly, and the soft and warm contact encourages me to keep going. My hands slide up his body, along his chest, and to his neck, his shirt twisted around my arms.
I somehow manage to get the thing off him, and when I pull back Uriah curls up in embarrassment.
I kiss his neck, leaning back and grabbing the hem of my own shirt.
I wait a beat, knowing that my actions will lead to a consequence.
But I don't stop.
I shed my shirt quickly, pressing back up against Uriah, my hands quickly curving along his chest.
He whimpers, and I bite his neck softly before letting my hands trail downwards.
His hands slide around to my back, his fingertips softly pressing against my spine and shoulder blades, like he's afraid to touch me.

His hand skims along my shoulder, to my collarbone, and back to my lower back.

I pull back slightly, but our hands stay where they are. "What are you doing?"

Uriah ducks his head, blushing. "Just...it feels unreal...you're this amazing artist. You seemed unreal to me, a piece of artwork yourself...I just--"
He pauses. Pressing his lips together. "I just don't want this to be unreal."

I don't know how to respond to him, but he swallows before looking back up at me, his green eyes holding something I can't read.
"I'm sorry...just forget about it..." he mumbles, and then he presses a kiss to my jaw, his hands keeping still on my back.

It's like something just pushed a bunch of tension in between us, and I try not to admit that I miss the feeling of his hands tracing my body.

My hands slide down again, resting on his belt buckle before undoing it. The clasp jingles, and the sound almost rattles across my eardrums.
I'm about to really do this. With a guy I literally just met. How messed up is this?

But the thoughts soon slip away when Uriah slides his jeans off, and his undergarments go with it. I'm soon staring at a naked young man beneath me, and I catch my bottom lip between my teeth.

No wonder why he wants to draw men.

He's beautiful.

I bend down, pressing a kiss to his hip without thinking, and he shivers, clutching the sheets next to him.
I nibble across to his other hip, also pressing a kiss to it before going for my real destination.

Uriah cries out in surprise, grabbing my hair and yanking none-to-softly.
It's almost like he's trying to pull me off him. I growl against him, causing him to cry out again, his legs shaking around me.

"I'm gonna--"

But it's already too late and I swallow it down, and when I look up again I see Uriah's face tear-streaked, his jaw locked down and teeth grinding as he tries to keep his voice down.

I lean forward, kissing his brow, my lips soon grazing his ear. 
"Don't hold back. Let your voice out." I whisper softly, and then I gently take his hips again, turning him around on his stomach.

I unbuckle my own belt, shedding the rest of my clothes before straddling across his legs. He shivers when I run a hand along his legs and up his back.
I press a kiss to his lower back, and he lets out a hiss between his teeth when I spread his legs and let a finger go through.

It's hard, so we take our time, and by the time I've got three fingers in him he's whimpering into the pillows, his back arched and his hands gripping the sheets.

I spit into my hand, using it as a lubricant before pushing inside him, and when I do he lets out a breathless scream. I lean forward, supporting myself above him as I croon soft praises into his ear. He gasps by the time there's nothing in between us, and when I move slightly he groans.
By the time we're really moving he's mumbling incoherent things, bucking against me and writhing beneath me.

He turns his head, and I kiss him, the sound of skin slapping and the bed slamming against the wall the only noise in the room.
I don't even get a warning before Uriah screams my name, and his body locks against my own, letting me peak right after him.

The sound of my name...my first name...it sets something inside of me.
"Tarq..." Uriah whines again. His voice is soft and pained, and it breaks me out of my small trance that he put me in.

I gasp against him, a sheen of sweat across us. Uriah moans when I leave his body, and when I fall onto the mattress next to him he curls up against me.

I push a hand through his damp hair, and he sighs against me. It's not long before he falls asleep.

I glance at the clock on his wall. It's been hours.
I glance back at Uriah, already passed out.

I get dressed and leave.