Two-shot: Figure Drawing
Brief Description: When the newest model at Katharyn Lincoln's figure drawing class is John Hennigan, she suddenly finds trouble concentrating on her art…
Author's Note: Hey guys, this is a two-part one-shot involving Katharyn from 'Just Friends? Not for Long' and the Shaman of Sexy John Morrison. This here's the first part and the second one will be up soon. I was doing figure drawing in studio art in school, and I remembered watching the traveling pants movie where Lena (Alexis Bledel) has to draw a nude male model, whom she falls for in the movie, and I suddenly had the idea of this two-shot. Oh, and by the way, if I took figure drawing in college and JoMo was the nude model, why would I even waste hours drawing him when I could be doing something else…
Walking into the art hall, Katharyn Lincoln inspected each easel, scrutinizing each angle and contemplating which place would be best to capture the perfect angle of today's model. The room was empty, for she had arrived very early, a daily ritual for her whenever she went to any of her classes. She would leave at least an hour early, find her spot, and then work on her still life drawings quietly until the room poured with her classmates. When the noise interrupted her concentration, she would put away her previous assignment and pull out her supplies needed for that day's figure drawing class.
Today's medium was in graphite pencil, her favorite medium, for it was just one color she would work it and mistakes were easily erasable. Katharyn pulled out her prized graphite pencil set, kneaded eraser, and rubber eraser and set them neatly beside her stool. She sighed, hoping today's model would give her a good angle to work with; she remembered how she unfortunately had to work with the previous model's rear end right in her face. She took a swig of water when her roommate and best friend, Nattie, took a seat to her right.
"Thank God I came early, Kathie; I seriously thought I was late," Nattie said to her, "guess I better come along with you from now on and come an hour early."
"If you wanted to keep me company there's really no point; I spend that one hour working on my still life drawings," replied Katharyn, scrolling through her iPhone and putting together a suitable playlist to keep her concentrated for the next three hours.
"I don't see the need for you to ditch me so early, though," said Nattie, lowering her voice to a whisper as their teacher, Mr. Basilla, entered the room, "speaking of figure drawings, I seriously hope we don't have to work with that bitchy French model last class; when we were done she looked at everyone's and started bitching on how we made her boobs too small."
"Doesn't matter who the model is, Nattie; I hate figure drawing," Katharyn whispered back, "I'm terrible at it."
"Who says you suck at it, Kath?" argued Nattie gently, "you're the fucking best in our class! Just because yours isn't as good as Da Vinci's doesn't mean you're the worst artist in the world. I'm sure you'll do amazing with today's model, whoever it is."
"Attention everyone," called Mr. Basilla, "we will be continuing with our human figure drawing unit as usual; as you all should recall from our last meeting that today's selected medium will be graphite pencil. Now I have decided to move on to practicing drawing the male form, therefore Giselle, last class's model, will no longer be of use to our class."
There were whispers amongst the girls; all were extremely excited at the opportunity to draw a male model.
"I was able to contact a local friend who was able to hire someone to model for us," continued Mr. Basilla, "he did so voluntarily, and a perfect opportunity, as well." He turned towards the door and opened it to let his muse walk in, and instantly the whole room's eyes were on the figure that walked in.
John had been standing outside for what felt like forever, his palms sweating nervously, for he was about to be an art subject for the very first time in his life. Though he had gone shirtless many times before, he shuddered at the possibility of having to strip down nude and literally being the center of strangers' attention for the next couple of weeks. When Francis Basilla opened the door, he hesitated for a moment before stepping into the large hall, where a circle of art students awaited him.
Nervously, John scanned the room, examining each and every one of the fascinated faces staring back at him, until his eyes connected with a pair of doe eyes by the window. His breath caught in his throat as he stared longingly at the rest of her; God, she was beautiful. Her innocent blue eyes locked with his, John's object of desire bit her pouty bottom lip as the blush crept up her cheeks, further reddening her already rosy skin. She broke eye contact and he couldn't help but smile softly at her as she looked around her to see if he was looking at the two girls next to her. Even as Mr. Basilla greeted him and shook his hand, John kept darting his gaze between Mr. Basilla and the beautiful creature staring at him.
Katharyn felt her heart skip a beat when the male model across the room smiled at her softly, not knowing whether it was she or the other girls he was staring at. How inappropriate, staring at a male model when she was supposed to draw him, not drool over him. Still, she, like all the girls in the room, couldn't help but stare.
"Who's the one who said they hated figure drawing again?" teased Nattie in a whisper, nudging Katharyn eagerly, "you obviously can't take your eyes off of him!"
"Shut up!" hissed Katharyn.
"Ehem, Miss Lincoln!" coughed Mr. Basilla, raising an eyebrow at Katharyn's unintended rudeness.
"Apologies, sir," said Katharyn quickly, embarrassed that Mr. Basilla had reprimanded her in front of a very hot male model.
John, however, had to restrain himself. The girl had a soft British accent, the one accent he absolutely couldn't resist.
"Students, this is John, our model for the next two weeks," Mr. Basilla introduced John to the class. John swore every pair of eyes in the room was undressing him. Correction, every single female in the room except the one he wanted: She, on the other hand, was busy sharpening one of her pencils. "John, you may disrobe."
Disrobe? Katharyn thought frantically, you mean we have to draw him nude? Her face was bright red as she tried not to picture what John looked like in the buff.
"John, you may disrobe," Mr. Basilla informed his model. Again, John hesitated for a moment before stepping towards the middle of the room and slipping off his t-shirt, leaving him in nothing but his jeans (he didn't have to go nude until next week). He could practically hear every single girl in the room climax as he discarded his shirt and took his place in the center of the circle. Although John was quite used to girls drooling over his physique, he still felt rather awkward being the subject of an art concentration for college students.
He heard something drop and his head instantly snapped towards the direction of the window, where the golden brown-haired beauty had accidentally dropped her pencil and was now frantically picking it up. Their eyes met again and he chuckled softly. Though he could hear all the girls sighing and salivating over his form, the only voice he wanted to hear was the soft British accent belonging to his beautiful object of desire.
Katharyn had never been this flustered in figure drawing class her entire life. John had simply taken his shirt off and already she could feel the pool between her thighs. Mr. Basilla fixed John so that John was sitting up from a lying position with one knee bent and his left arm resting against it. Much to his disappointment, John wasn't directly facing Katharyn, but from the corner of his eye he could see her eyes fixated on the easel.
Katharyn thought John was the most handsome creature she had ever laid eyes on: his soft brown hair long for a male, his skin tanned and bronzed, every single plane of his muscles carved from stone. She found it rather difficult to concentrate on her task, which was to capture the fine detail of his ripped muscles and facial features. However, she reminded herself that John might come round later and take a look at everyone's drawings, so she decided that perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to capture every single detail of his handsome features perfectly. After all, she had to say she preferred drawing a very attractive male model that couldn't keep his eyes off of her as opposed to stuck-up Giselle.
John stayed fixed and focused on getting the task done; he was doing this to earn some extra cash. But he needed to look at the beautiful brunette by the window and admire her from afar. He had to say, if he were the one in figure drawing class, he definitely wouldn't have minded having her as his muse. With her delicate beauty and gentle demeanor, she would be the perfect female model. His thoughts wandered to what she'd look like when he drew her nude and he shifted slightly from the twitching bulge in his pants.
From the corner of his eye John could see the beauty intensely absorbed in her drawing, her blue eyes fixed onto the paper before her. He couldn't wait to see how she'd done her composition; some part of him told him she was probably a very good artist.
Three hours passed within a blur, and by then Katharyn's thighs were hot and bothered from rubbing together. Mr. Basilla ordered everyone to immediately stop once time was called, and asked everyone to sign their compositions and leave them on their respected easels so he could take a look at them. "Pack up your things and leave your composition on your easel, everyone. I will see you next week."
"Wow, Kathie, yours is amazing," gasped Nattie, peering over at Katharyn's composition.
"Please, it's not as good as yours," protested Katharyn.
"That's what you always say," remarked Nattie, shoving all of her materials into her messenger bag and getting up from her chair, "oh, and I don't know if you've noticed, but your hunky male model couldn't keep his eyes off of you the entire time. Speaking of which, he's got his eyes on you again."
John circled the room slowly, examining each and every drawing. While some of them were revolting in his opinion, he had to say that quite a few of them were very good. He soon reached the windows where the brown-haired girl was packing up her things, anxiously waiting to see what she'd come up with. Call it an ulterior motive; he'd been dying to speak to her since their eyes met.
"Hey," John greeted her softly.
Katharyn glanced up from her bag to find the very hunky model standing just a foot away from her, his hands tucked casually in his jean pockets. This time, she didn't dare to hide the smile she'd been restraining to hold back since he'd walked into the room.
"Hi, John," Katharyn replied, her gentle British accent making John's heart melt, especially with the way she said his name.
"May I take a look at what you've done?" asked John politely.
"Of course," said Katharyn, moving aside for him.
John stepped over to take a look at her drawing and he was left in awe. By far hers was the best composition he'd ever seen in his life. She had so skillfully captured every single detail of his facial features, leaving the white of the paper where the light shone on his skin. His muscles were hard planes used with perfect contour and contrast, making the drawing appear very life-like. Even the jeans slung lowly on his hips resembled the same pair he was wearing at the moment. John was amazed that this girl had done all of this within just three hours.
"Wow…" John was left nearly speechless, awed at her talent, "this is…I can't even describe it…"
"Thank you," murmured Katharyn humbly, blushing subtly. Though she was used to people complimenting on her artwork, somehow John's simple words meant the world to her.
"How long have you been doing this?" asked John, as they slowly walked out of the classroom.
"You mean figure drawing? Just started this year. But I've been drawing since I was a child," answered Katharyn. She wasn't bragging about how good she was; she was simply telling the truth.
"No wonder, you're a professional," said John.
"Oh, I'm not that good," laughed Katharyn softly, "I just like to draw."
"Speaking of which, I didn't get your name," John suddenly reminded himself.
"I'm Katharyn, Katharyn Lincoln," Katharyn finally introduced herself, but she was under John's spell and forgot, "I'm a second-year student here." Even though Katharyn was just a sophomore, she could blow everyone out of the water with her amazing art skills.
"Do you happen to be from England by any chance?" John had to know; her British accent was a dead giveaway, but he just needed to confirm, for he had a weakness for British girls.
"Of course, I'm from Surrey, born and raised." Inside, John howled with triumph. She was a British girl, a very lovely one, no less.
"So are you a student here, John?" inquired Katharyn, as they made their way to her dorm.
"Not here; I'm a graduate student studying film at UC Davis," replied John, "I have a minor in theology and a undergrad major in film. I also have an undergrad in studio art and I will admit I've taken some figure drawing classes as well."
"Really? Care to show me some of your sketches?" asked Katharyn.
"Of course, though they definitely won't be as good as yours," replied John, escorting her to the door, "how about I show you my work tonight? Say, dinner and then head back to my place? I'll pick you up at seven." He took Katharyn's hand in his, kissing the back of it, and parting, leaving the golden brown-haired college girl absolutely speechless by the front door of the student dorms.
