Prinxiety Short Stories.

Model

AU: Human/College
Ship(s): Prinxiety and Logicality
Type: General
T/W: Nudity, dirty thoughts, cursing
Notes: My mom has an art degree and was talking about college and how awkward her technical painting class was (because they had to paint a nude model) and I was like "yeah, I have to write this"

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Virgil set out his brushes and paints. He rolled up his sleeves and cracked his knuckles. This was his favorite class. No lectures, no memorization, just him, his music, and his paints. His professor walked to the front of the room and addressed the class, clapping her hands together.
"Okay, everyone! I'm going to warn you in advance. For the next month or so we are going to be working with a nude model to help with anatomy." Virgil's eyes went wide. This was not going to be fun.
      "I know, I know, it's awkward, but trust me, it will help in the long run." The door was opened behind Virgil. A young man, only a few years older than himself walked in. He had messy auburn waves that constantly fell into his green eyes, sun-kissed skin, and a pretty impressive physique if you asked Virgil.
      "Sorry I'm late! Traffic." The man smiled crookedly as he spoke and Jesus, even his voice was sexy.
      "It's no problem, Roman, I was just introducing you. Go and get changed, yeah?" Professor Greyson assured Roman, who nodded and walked off to the bathroom. Virgil wanted to crawl in a hole and die. The model was unreasonably hot and he was about to be naked. For Virgil to stare at and paint. Great.
      When Roman emerged he was in nothing but a robe. Virgil felt his cheeks burning and quickly ducked his head behind his canvas, but not before Roman dropped his robe, giving Virgil a glimpse of his fantastic ass.
Roman had always been that guy who loved having all the attention on him. That's why he liked doing this. He also liked to see different reactions. He loved watching people squirm, blush, giggle, try not to stare, Hell, one time a girl wolf-whistled at him. He was never distracted, more just bored from sitting in one position for two hours.
Until today.
Sitting right in the front row, there was a guy. A very attractive guy. He kept giving Roman this look. Not an 'I'm trying to figure out your anatomy and paint it accurately' kind of look. A 'holy hell, you're really hot' kind of look. Roman would've laughed if he wasn't so entranced. This guy's facial expressions as he focused on his work, the fairly obvious shade of red dusting his cheeks and ears, his deep brown eyes... he was absolutely adorable.
Virgil willed his eyes not to linger, he really did, but he couldn't tear them away. Roman was muscular. Not in an intimidating way or like a bodybuilder, but definitely enough that he could pick Virgil up with ease. Virgil felt his cheeks burn just thinking about the many ways he could use that to his advantage if his wild daydreams ever came true.
He looked up at Roman's face, examining the curve of his lips, the sharpness of his jawline, the kind glint in his eyes. He bit his lip as he imagined what it would be like to kiss him. Then Roman winked. Virgil's heart stuttered in his chest and he almost fell off his stool. He quickly dropped his eyes back to his canvas and heard a small snicker from the model.

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"Hey!" Roman called after the attractive painter, his shoelaces smacking him in the shins as he ran after him. The painter turned around with wide eyes.
"Uh... hi?" The painter raised one eyebrow as he spoke. Roman felt his heart stop for a moment before he came back to his senses.
"Um- I'm Roman. Roman Prince." Roman held out his hand, smiling awkwardly. The painter shook it hesitantly as he let a small smirk slip onto his face.
"Yeah, I heard."
"Can I know yours?" The painter's smirk grew.
"And why would you want to know that?" Roman shrugged.
"Because I think you're cute and based on the way I saw you bite your lip earlier, the feeling is mutual," Roman said nonchalantly as the painter's face and ears quickly grew red.
"Virgil Underwood." He spat quickly, his voice suddenly much smaller. Roman smiled.
"So, Virgil Underwood, can I interest you in a date? Say Saturday? At 7?"

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"And that's how we met." Roman smiled proudly, a hand on his fiancé's knee.
Patton's giggles rang throughout the room. He was usually very bubbly, and the two glasses of wine he'd already had definitely weren't helping.
"Y-You were a nude model?!" Patton breathed out between giggles, nearly spilling his wine in the process. Thankfully, his ever-careful boyfriend, Logan, kept it from tumbling to the ground.
"A damn good one too!" Roman said. Virgil scoffed at that.
"Oh, please! You were so fidgety!"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't stop eyeballing me!"
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Princey." Roman kissed Virgil's cheek, smiling at Patton's overdramatic 'aww'.
After a beat of silence, Virgil spoke, "I still have that painting, by the way," and the room erupted into laughter once more.