Title: Art for Art's Sake
Author: Alexandri
Pairing: Draco/Blaise
Rating: M. It's PWP, but not heavy on the porn.
Disclaimer:Yeah, still don't own them.
Sunlight filtered in through the high windows, splashing gently across the large, immaculate loft. In the midst of the loft lay a large drop-cloth, splattered with bright, warm paint colors. Draco bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiling. A shirtless, paint-streaked Blaise sat on the cloth, a pallette in one hand, a brush in the other, and a fierce look of concentration on his face. "What are you doing?" he asked.
Brilliant blue eyes glanced up at him and the sweetest, most boyish smile Draco had ever seen stretched Blaise's lips. "Painting you."
"Really." Draco raised an eyebrow at this. From what he could see of the drop-cloth Blaise was smearing strokes of vibrant blue paint on, there was absolutely no resemblance. "I didn't know you could paint."
"Who said I could?" Blaise asked cheerfully as he drew the back of his hand across his forehead, leaving a streak of yellow behind.
Draco laughed. He couldn't help himself; he'd never seen Blaise so carefree before. He decided that he quite liked it. Rolling over on his stomach and propping his chin on his folded arms, he said, "So what brought on this spontaneous artistic spurt?"
"Seeing my hot lover sleeping stark naked and hard in the morning sunlight."
"So, instead on doing something about the hardness, you decide to paint me?" Draco asked half-amused, half-incensed.
Those magnificent blue eyes met his once more. This time desire burning in their depths and it was all Draco could do not to lick his lips in anticipation. "If I'd decided to paint you, I'd have used warm chocolate sauce and maybe added some honey."
"Is that the plan for the day?" Draco asked, his voice much deeper and his cock a lot harder than mere seconds before.
"Why, Draco, I'm surprised at you," Blaise drawled, lowering his eyes back to his impromptu canvas and swirling blood-red paint over it. "Here we are in the exquisite city of Rome and you want to stay in and fuck."
Eyeing the sleek, tanned body of his own hot lover, Draco had yet to find a flaw with his proposal. Rising on his hands and knees, he eased out of the pallet they'd made the night before and slowly crawled toward Blaise. "What, pray tell, is wrong with having a nice, long 'good morning' shag? It's not like we aren't here for two whole weeks." Draco reached the edge of the drop-cloth and studied it for a moment before continuing his crawl. He slid his hands up Blaise's silk-covered thighs and thrusted his hands into the waistband, caressing the Italian wizard's slim hips. "And I've never heard anyone say a bad thing about a lovely shag to start the day."
Blaise pressed his full, firm lips together. "You're ruining my painting," he said dryly.
Draco took Blaise's brush and pallette out of his hands and set them aside before wrapping his legs around his lover's hips. "I am your painting," he murmured against Blaise's mouth as he gripped his shoulders and tugged him forward. They fell into the sticky, wet paint; Draco moaned as Blaise's weight settled on him. "Now about that 'good morning' shag?"
Without moving off of Draco, Blaise managed to discard pajama bottoms. "I supposed the Eternal City will wait for us," he conceded as he eased into the blond beneath him.
Draco groaned as he raised his hips to met Blaise's gentle thrust. "That's the spirit."