(WARNING: BOYXBOY CONTENT)

Cheshire watched the dust float around, hovering over his papers in the morning sunlight. His midnight-blue mug was filled to the rim with coffee, provided by the school, located on a small table against the back wall. His arms lay across the thin table, fingers curling around the other end and legs stretched out beneath it, hooked at the ankle.

More students of the prestigious art academy entered the room and sat, scattered, chattering. The teacher, Sir Lore, wrote sketching instructions on the blackboard. Nude anatomy, muscle and bone detail, twenty minutes each position. This was the third week of class and ‘Nude anatomy’ was the common art subject of every Monday (and Tuesday). Not that there were any complaints to be heard from Cheshire’s system, he found nude sketches to be stabilizing, an odd balance in the air as he looked at a creature with it’s own curves and faults and thought nothing but “Beautiful”. The truth of human nature, behavior even, could be grasped within those brief minutes of sharp pencils touching thick sheets of bare artwork.

A cloud moved along its trail in the sky, blocking the 7 o’ clock suns rays that once proudly filled the large room of wood and pencil shavings. With no more floating dust to reminisce on, Cheshire couldn’t help but focus his eyes and mind again. He then became aware of the man, clad in torn jeans and a black long-sleeved thermal skin, standing beside Sir Lore’s desk. A tan messenger bag hung across his chest, covered in pins and patches of quotes and cartoon characters.

Upon a curious glance, Cheshire thought to himself, 'Cloth on flesh on bone and, underneath it all, a black heart gushing blood for only one perfect being.'

Cheshire strived to hear their conversation, pulling his legs back under his chair and leaning forward, far over the desk. Sir Lore handed the man a red kimono and gestured toward the workroom a few feet across the wall from them. This man was the model, Cheshire realized.

He grinned, baring long canines, pleased with the beauty and stature of the dark-haired model. Cheshire arranged his sketchpad and loose papers into two vertical stacks with his pen, two pencils, sharpener and kneading-eraser beside his right arm. As he brought his attention back to the front of the class, Sir Lore was writing a name in the top corner of his blackboard, white chalk-dust flying, in bubbly cursive.

Gemini Lykaios.

The name rolled over Cheshire's studded tongue. 'Greek. The heavy bustle of family and food and what the two become when melded together. A happy sight.'

As the new model exited the workroom in the kimono that no other model looked so good in, the rooms chattering finally died away and turned to a preparing shuffle. Cheshire never once removed his eyes from the model’s face, apricot skin, hazel eyes, short, darkest-of-brown hair splayed around his head as if trying to create a halo for the angel it covered. He crossed his legs beneath the table, having to ignore the sexual charge the body before him provided so as to successfully draw his naked origins.

The model and the teacher briefly exchanged words, Cheshire assumed discussing the first position, before the model stepped up onto his pedestal and untied the loose fabric from his bodice. For the first time, Gemini’s eyes met his audience, almost immediately finding Cheshire’s own cerulean orbs. Cheshire tried to keep a straight face under the man’s gaze but his lips cracked at the corners none-the-less. Gemini smiled in return before quickly turning back to his job at hand; being naked in an interesting positioning in front of forty people a few years younger than him. And so It begun.

'Raw.' Cheshire thought.

Gemini stood with his back to the tables and arms stretched above his head, wrists crossed. Cheshire’s left-side view allowed the sight of the man’s eye, round and dark, nose, long and in perfect proportion to his slender cheeks, lips, dark rose and parted. His arms and legs were long, almost stringy, thought Cheshire, nothing but sharp bones and lean muscle. Even his ass appeared to be only that.

With his tall figure, Cheshire started his movement at the top of his clean page with thick outline. His hands were large, like his feet, but his hips and shoulders were small, with a tan sheen. Light protruded through the cloud coverage again, breaking easily through the glass windows, gleaming off the skin and shining through dark locks. Cheshire suppressed a gasp but noticed some couldn’t quite do even that.

Feral teeth could be seen from Cheshire’s point of view, a tongue slipping out and tantalizing full lips. Cheshire couldn’t help but copy the movement; why wasn’t it his lips that tongue teased?

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Cheshire jumped once the timer went off , signaling the end of the final position. His eyes darted about as he collected his bearings, then he turned back to the model. Gemini placed the kimono over his shoulders again, tying the silk around his hips, and stepped down from the miniature stage, engulfing himself in the immediate tirade of compliments from several students. He accepted the words with flirtatious eyes but Cheshire paid no mind, only frowning at his torturously empty coffee mug and pulling his dyed-black hair behind his ears. He gathered his stuff and stowed it carefully away into his worn backpack, his sketchbook almost hanging out of the small red bag.

A few minutes passed before Gemini was left alone again, having made his way up the stairs to the third table during all the tittering, where a multi-colored hair girl recently batted her eyelashes in goodbye. Gemini’s chocolate eyes circled the room again, seeking the blue eyes of a certain boy who caught his undivided attention at the beginning of the class. He found them, and in the same place they had always been. Cheshire sat with a hand under his chin, ankles crossed under his bench and bag on the table, watching Gemini’s little show. Once grins were exchanged, Gemini made his way over to the other boy, swaying his hips in the dull light.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Did you have a question or something?” Gemini asked, inquiring the fact that Cheshire’s eyes had hardly left him. His arms were crossed over the silken kimono, an eyebrow arched, hips held to the left side and Cheshire could read the bedroom talk all over his features.

‘Seducer, seduce Me.’, was tugging at Cheshire’s lips.

“Actually, I was wondering if you modeled professionally?” Cheshire replied, matching Gemini’s sensual tone.

“Not at all. Though I wouldn’t mind, I have very little experience.”

“Oh? What are you experienced in?”

Giggles and hissed curses of pleasure or disgust suddenly filled the already half-empty room, someone even whistling. Ignoring the once-forgotten onlookers' reactions, Gemini leaned forward, propped up by his elbows on the table and ass clear for the taking behind him, he met Cheshire’s gaze and purred his next words.

“Perhaps I could show you.”

The room erupted with laughter! and a senile presence made itself known behind them with a clearing of the throat. Both boys looked over with distractedly blank stares to the man who interrupted their rather hormonal dialog, seeing none other than Sir Lore wearing a scowl and bristled ‘stache.

“Can we help you, Sir?” Cheshire droned. Sir Lore shook with the insulting attitude and pulled Gemini from his needed-to-be-drawn-out position by the shoulder.

“Such explicit conversations are hardly suitable for the place and situation and I strongly suggest that you both pull yourselves together and be on your separate paths.” He huffed, glaring down at the two who were both, still, unaffected. A moment passed amongst the thick air, the three leering at each other for fundamentally different reasons while everyone else held their breathes in anticipation.

Gemini was the first to break the silence, none too gracefully, throwing back his head and howling with laughter! Cheshire averted his eyes and smiled, pleased with the man’s reaction, and slung his bag over his shoulder before standing and making an exit from the pew. Sir Lore’s heavy mustache was taken aback with the sudden outburst of misbehavior, but he stood his ground and prepared himself to scold them further for the complete disrespect. Though, he was cut short.

“I’m sorry Cappuccino. It’s my fault.” Gemini tried, hoping not to further laugh his ass off at everyone’s rather shocked silence. He remembered why he hated school then, too much exaggerated drama, like now. “Me and Chesh have been together for three years. We were just play’n; I’m sorry.”

At that, Sir Cappuccino Lore stepped back in surprise and was at a loss for words. As the thought sunk in, he hoped the apology written on his face was enough.

“No, it won’t have been three years for another eleven hours.” Cheshire stated, giving his lover a crooked smile, having glanced at the clock beside the blackboard.

“And twenty-seven minutes.” Gemini added.

“Oh really?”

“Wouldn’t that be impressive if I knew the exact minute we started going out?”

“No, not really. Just creepy.” They chuckled, allowing the open-mouthed man to make his escape unnoticed.

Gemini swiftly pressed his lips to Cheshire’s, a chaste farewell kiss containing all the love he could muster on such short notice. Gemini’s back turned on him, assumabley to retrieve his clothes. Both were unaware of the matching smiles that graced their lips, the pair of coupled eyes that glazed over with something exquisite and, perhaps, completely unintelligible.

“See you after school.” Gemini fake-sneered, feral grin returned to his mouth as he flipped his hair in Cheshire’s general direction.

“Oh, shut up.”


End.