Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

The Many Ways To See Someone

By: KyliePagan

Summary: "Okay, today we're going to bring in some models for our charcoals, does anyone have a problem with frontal male or female nudity?"

Work Text:

"Okay, today we're going to bring in some models for our charcoals, does anyone have any problems with frontal male, or female, nudity?"

Derek was a bit confused as to why his art teacher had to ask, they were all adults. Then one guy raised his hand mumbling about how naked women made him uncomfortable, and really? It's art. They're not going to jump in your lap and demand you fuck them.

But, to each his own. Derek began preparing, covering his finger tips in powder and setting out his charcoal. He heard the door open and assumed the guy had walked out, but when he looked up, he froze.

The first thing he saw, was all of the moles. That marked the young man's flesh in almost patterns, making shapes and constellations appear in Derek's mind. The sheet didn't do much to hide the dips and curves of the model's body as he moved across the front of the class to sit on the old Victorian style couch set up in front of the easels. "Class, this is Stiles. He's going to be our nude male model for the next week."

Stiles looked around the room and sent a little wave to everyone. Derek could have been imagining it, but he could have sworn that Stiles' eyes lingered on him for a little while longer. He felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck as he watched Stiles sit and shift the blanket around to cover his crotch. He looked down and fiddled with his charcoals, not wanting to stare at Stiles while he was trying to get comfortable.

"Today, he won't be completely nude, but by Wednesday, the sheet will be gone. Today, we'll just be outlining a basic body shape-" Derek could have slapped her. There was nothing basic about Stiles' body, everything was intriguing about it. Derek has never wanted to put his mouth all over someone so bad in his whole life. "Stiles has what you would called a lithe body. There's muscle but it's subtle, and blemishes, but they're small." Stiles was perfect. And Derek was staring, he realized, as Stiles locked eyes with him and gave him a small smile.

"You'll have until the end of class to draw him, you can move around, if you'd like, to get different point of views." The teacher said as she turned and walked to the back of the room. She sat down and limply raised her hand, as if saying 'you can start'.

Derek immediately moved up towards the front by Stiles' head setting an angle where most of his drawing will center around the younger man's face. He couldn't help it. He wanted to immortalize, and memorize, his face. He jumped slightly when he heard the younger man's voice.

"Hi." Stiles said softly, darting his eyes towards Derek before looking straight again.

Derek looked at him then back down at his art pad. "Hey."

"You know my name, but I don't know you, and you're kind of seeing me almost naked. But with a sheet." Stiles tried not to move too much while he spoke, but Derek could see that he was struggling with that. He could see the energy buzzing underneath the model's skin and had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it.

"I'm Derek." Was all he replied as he put charcoal to paper. He was glad Stiles caught on to not continue, because Derek wasn't really sure he could come up with anything witty to talk about. Plus, the lady closest to him was giving him dirty looks.

"I hope this is as weird for you as it is for me."

It was Wednesday, and Stiles was laid out before him like a buffet. Of course, it wasn't just Derek he was laid out in front of. It was also the six other people in his class, that were drawing Stiles.