Another Point of View
Justin was looking at the picture on the wall which he was quite certain was hanging sideways. This gallery was known for appreciating money more than art and he wouldn't put it passed them to hang the abstract sideways so that it would look prettier and confuse people into looking at it more.
But then he could be wrong, Justin slanted his head slightly to the right and started to see the colors take form. He slanted his head further to the side, bending his shoulders slightly. Yes he could almost see it now; it was a set of hands. The fingers where thin and skeletal, the colouring gave the impression of sharp movement.
Justin's eyes widened as he realized what it was he was looking at, and since he hadn't seen anybody else tilting there heads to the side in front of this painting, it was safe to say he was the only one in the gallery who had any idea what it was about. He smiled slightly, it wasn't that hard to see that the picture was the wrong way up. That meant others had seen but didn't look properly in order not to appear foolish.
Justin felt someone's body heat slide along the wall of his personal bubble running along his back. Having a pretty good idea who it was he didn't bother to correct his neck and sure enough he felt the mans dark, berry colored lips grab a hold of a portion of his exposed, pale throat. Smiling further Justin held back a laugh. Only Brian would take his current stance as an invitation to start necking.
Brian, sensing the laughter being withheld brought his face up to look at the picture Justin was admiring in all its sideways glory. Wrapping his arms around Justin's slim waist he set his chin down on Justins shoulder, his eyes darting back and forth between the abstract painting and Justin's sideways appearance. He gave a mental shrug and tilted his head to the right laying it across Justin's shoulder and lower neck. His eyebrows rose as the image became clear. "Oh it's a keyboard."
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