Lips Lickin' Lolli's For Money • Joshler One-Shot Stories

•Enlighten Me•

This was supposed to go up yesterday. But I went to work at three, got called in early, and didn't get home til midnight

There's AN at the end which I hope you read because it follows up what it is.
this one-shot is pretty.....confusing
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Tyler laid flat on his back, on top of a bed, nude to the brim. His eyes scanned the somewhat dimmed room, a blanket cascaded over his lower tummy and covering his personal places.

Usually, by this time, there would be tears, he would be begging to come and writhing in the sheets. But this man was different as he sat across the room, his hands layered in a thin layer of pencil and paints covering up his arms, some on his bare chest and on his face.

When Tyler had started selling his body, never in a million years would he think he would get paid for a night, to just be painted. Yes, he expected the man behind the canvas to push the canvas away and have his way with his body.

But it never happened, it now being almost 2 am, the moon burning through the curtains, and he just laid there. On the soft pillows, soft bed, it was just too magical. It was everything Tyler had wanted for his life. Soft, gentle as he dug himself deeper into the comforter, the sheet hanging a bit lower on his body.

"Be still, doll," the man, Josh, behind the canvas had said so softly. Making Tyler's tummy do flops on the inside. He loved everything about this night. He was getting paid to just lay here. Mean, he does that every other night, but he won't deal with the painful burn that he would regret in the morning.

Tyler licked his lips again, looking at Josh who was focused on the canvas in front of him, pulling the paintbrush from between his lips, coated in black and began running it slowly and smoothly along the canvas.

His hands careful, muscles slightly flexing. And for the first time, Tyler wished that the man had his way with him. Treated him like he was a canvas, pull him in slowly and bring him to his finish in a gentle manner.

Tyler averted his eyes away from Josh's as the man looked over the canvas to see his form. His right arm was up above his head, his face half shown due to his arm being kind of in the way. Right leg bent and the other extended, it exposed in the cold air of Josh's beautiful apartment.

Tyler couldn't help but think he could sleep like this, a smile slowly forming as his face and he could feel the heat on his cheeks. Falling asleep in front of a stranger, a beautiful stranger with thick glasses and short hair. Tyler swallowed, he couldn't.

His night job had taught him to stay vigilant.

"Can you keep that smile, doll?" Josh had asked, looking around the canvas with a friendly smile, and raised eyebrows. Tyler looked away, he loved looking at Josh's eyes, a gentle brown color that made something swell in his chest.

Josh looking at him, recreating his body the way he sees it, it most likely will be beautiful because Tyler could see other things he's created. The one that pulled him in most was the red painting. It wasn't just read, many hues, swirling and convulsing into each other. Some would say it was a heart surrounded by more red, but Tyler couldn't see the resemblance. Instead, he just saw many fires, lots of fires dancing and pulling and swirling.

Crashing into each other at a sporadic speed, hurting themselves, dulling to their deepest color, trying to find their light. But only dulling more and more to they fall into their darkest shadow of red before black, at the bottom of the painting. It made Tyler swallow a heavy lump.

He was that dark red, he felt like he was. Dulling himself day by day. The blush still felt hot to the touch as Tyler looked back at Josh from the painting, the man tilting his head at him as he roamed his eyes up and down his body.