Finding The Write Words

Chapter Thirteen

It had been Roman's idea. Of course, it was Roman's idea. The beautiful, dramatic summer child could never take a subtle approach to things. No, that would be too easy.

Why Logan agreed to it, though, was completely unknown. It was obvious why Patton agreed to it; he had practically squealed at the idea. But Logan... Logan got the brunt of it.

Standing in front of his soulmates in naught but his boxers, Logan shifted uncomfortably. They had decided to do this in Roman's apartment, as he already had a studio and the paints were all here anyways. Plus, he had the most privacy of them all in his apartment.

Why had Logan agreed to this?

Roman dug through a drawer of paints, picking out his older, cheaper bottles, and a handful of brushes before bringing them back to Logan and Patton. Patton refused to look at Logan. The pink blush of his had spread over much of his entire face, appearing on the others as well. Roman pressed a kiss to Patton's forehead and one to Logan's cheek.

"Calm down, you two. If you don't, he's going to know something's up."

"He probably already does. I just stopped talking to him, and we haven't written anything in hours," Patton mumbled.

"Yes, but you have to remember. You're blushing, and that shows up on him, too. His dark eye circles show up on us."

Patton took a deep breath, calming himself, and Roman looked at Logan until he did the same.

"Alright, now. No need to be so prudish, you two. It's just a body. We're all men."

"While that is correct, Roman," Logan began with a voice that trembled slightly. He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "I am without clothes while you two are fully dressed, and to be frank, I feel a bit exposed."

"Well, here." Roman shrugged off his shirt and tossed it aside before his pants joined them. "There. Now we're both undressed. Better?"

Logan glanced towards Patton.

Patton's face grew red now, and he ducked his head, squeaking in surprise at seeing the both of them. His hands went up to cover his face and he peeked at them through his fingers. They were gorgeous. If he had thought they were attractive before...

Roman had the body of a dancer. Lithe and lean, his muscles shifting with every move he made in a way that made Patton's head spin. And Logan... Logan was tall and thin and though there was little visible musculature, every inch of his skin was a marvel.

Shit, they were looking at him.

"Pat," Roman purred, leaning down close to him. Patton's eyes lingered just a tad too long at his abdomen. "Would you do us a favor? Just so none of us feel left out? We want to get this done as soon as possible, don't we?"

He nodded deftly and slowly undressed, discarding his clothes in the pile with Logan's and Roman's. He fought the urge to cover himself up with his hands, and Roman pressed another kiss to his forehead.

"You're so pretty. You both are."

Logan hid a smile at his words, and Patton relaxed after a moment, his blush fading. "Should... should we get started?"

Roman nodded and handed Patton a paintbrush and squeezed out some paint in purple, black, blue, and red onto his palette. They finished rather quickly, Roman's brush swiping with one more splash of purple on the front of Logan's thigh, and Roman and Patton leaned back to admire their handiwork.

Patton wasn't an artist, by any means, his brush strokes sloppy and smudged in comparison to Roman's, but he loved it anyways. They had made a work of art, and Logan smiled down at them, his eyes flickering over their colored bodies.