Paint Me

Our shirts are off, scattered on the floor as I lay on top of him, kissing along his chest, where I've already left hickeys and marks. I can hear him panting and lean up to kiss him, stealing the air away from him. I smile as he pushes away but sit down on the side, letting him recatch his breath. "Who knew the mystery boy would be such a bottom" "Oh screw off Ryze, you're the one kissing me"

Ryze, the school's art kid doesn't really talk to others much, but when he did everyone said he was the nicest one there. Even the bullies and leaders of the school left him alone because of his kind and sweet nature. Ryze even had "secret" admirers. Or not so secret as groups of girls were always gossiping about him and leaving notes. But Ryze has always preferred to keep to his friends as they are until one day, a new kid comes in and Ryze's life starts to finally begin

Maine was always the quiet kid, the one that nobody noticed in the back of the classroom. All his life he's been told to "stand out" and "socialize more" but it's never been Maine's thing. He was always seen as a troublemaker, a fight starter. It never helped that he was almost beaten up weekly, so he was never seen without a split lip or black eye. The teachers were always on his back, much to his dismay. Until they expelled him and his parents changed him to a stricter, fancier, and prestigious private boarding school. He thought it would be the same until one encounter started to open up his eyes more.