I'm back! So, so, so excited to be posting again (very conveniently landing on Friday as well xD). I'll keep to the weekly postings and this will have a fair few chapters so I hope there are still a handful of you guys looking forward to stuff and, even better, that you guys will enjoy it!
The professor walked into the barely lit classroom. "Hello Class. Today we will be drawing a live model. He has done this before so we are lucky to still have him. Now, he will be standing here in the middle. You can offer him some ideas on what you want to draw but nothing sexual."
Some of the people in the room snickered and awed jokingly.
"Alright everyone, get ready, we're starting in five."
Ivan grabbed the tools out of his bag, some pencils and a large sketchbook, and situated himself comfortably on the wooden horse. He knew from experience once he got into the rhythm of drawing he wouldn't move so he might as well shift now. He glanced at the clock at the corner of the room, it was in an old style that Ivan had always enjoyed, the model would be there in the next couple of minutes. Ivan settled into position and watched the door, he tossed around ideas to the type of person that would come in. Typically they were extremes of one type or the other; shy or confident, sheltered or whorish. He had settled on a confident and casual person since the professor had stated that not only was the model male but that he was experienced so he was either confident with his body, a glutton for attention, or needed the money. Ivan watched the door and waited.
Alfred walked in right on time and, after a short chat with the teacher, he placed his bag by the changing room. He stepped into the closet-like room and undressed; wrapping himself in a robe for decency before coming out.
The teacher set up the mobile table complete with a fan/heater for temperature comfort.
Alfred smiled in thanks and shrugged off the robe. The teacher adjusted the lights as Alfred laid down on his back, a pillow under his lower back to add more of a bend. He moved his hands above his head, relaxing. His body was on display for the class. His head settled comfortably to the side, eyes on the ceiling…for now.
The teacher smiled, looking around the class as the students moved for their desired viewpoint "…Alright…you have 20 minutes…work hard to get the outline…be sure to get some details too… Good luck and begin."
Ivan watched him and was internally pleased at getting close if not completely correct on the description, the poses the model chose would tell the rest of the story. He focused and set to work on capturing the form in front of him. He preferred the side view as it gave him more to work with and a much easier perspective.
He worked quickly, zoning out on everything else and finishing the basic lines easily; using the rest of the time for the extra detail such as muscle emphasis and some shading.
After 20 minutes Alfred stood, getting in a more direct position for the next pose. His whole front facing much of the class. Alfred made eye contact with the closest student and smiled at the Russian. He moved so his arms were on his hips, giving Ivan a great pose.
Ivan was a little put-off by the model facing him but paid no mind as he started on a fresh sheet and followed the same pattern as before but focusing more on the defined chest and abdominal muscles and the sharp, clean angles of the hips; leaving the difficult hands for last.
This went on for an hour before the teacher gave Alfred a break. Alfred pulled on his robe and strolled around the classroom to stretch his legs and see what everyone was drawing. He stopped at Ivan, staring at his drawing "Wow…you make me look great…" he smiled at the man.
Ivan tensed, not appreciating the intrusion on his work but used to it enough that he was able to brush it off with a clipped comment of "Thanks…" He cleaned up a couple of stray lines, set his things on the board of the horse, and fixed one of the chains on his pants that had become caught on one of the many zippers; unhooking it quickly and ignoring the tanned and tall blond still standing next to him.
Alfred smiled "You're welcome… Hi…I'm Alfred…" he held out his hand to him. "I hope that my positions are ok for you…" he chuckled gently.
"My name is Ivan" he responded as he took Alfred's hand. "Yes, you have an excellent form, but if you could work in more angles I would appreciate it" he kept his tone and face stoic for the most part, not trying to lead the man either way.
Alfred nodded, excited to do what he could to help the artist "Alright, I can do that when the break is over…so…what do you normally do after this class?" he asked, sitting down on the horse next to Ivan. His robe slipping open the slightest bit from his movements to reveal a thin strip of his chest.
And with that Ivan's personality analysis was complete, though the name did help as he had heard it around campus, Alfred was the confident whorish type. With it figured out he lost a bit of interest but stayed polite "Drop my things off at my apartment and make dinner."
"Ah…so that sounds fun…I am going back to mine too…" he sighed gently, sensing Ivan drawing back but wanting to try for a new friend. "Maybe we can see each other around… Hang out? …You seem cool…" he smiled a bit.
"Perhaps and thanks, you too" Ivan answered. He was a little wary, people did not generally want to talk to him unless they had to and they tried to avoid being near him as much as possible. But he took everything that was said with a grain of salt, the blond was just trying to make conversation.
Alfred sighed softly "…Alright…I see you want to be left alone… Guess I'll see you around…" he got up and went back to the table. He sat down on the other side, sighing as he played with his robe and waited for the class to start again.
Ivan nodded and shifted on the uncomfortable seat of the horse as he waited for the class to begin. He passed the time by watching the other students and how they interacted, just simply people watching.
The teacher came in, telling Alfred to get in the position he wanted for the next chunk of time. Alfred twisted his body as much as he could while staying comfortable to give Ivan the angles he wanted but he didn't face him. He just stared at the white wall with geometric drawings scattered about, letting himself be drawn.
Ivan got back into drawing but he did notice that Alfred's attitude had changed, making him much more tense instead of the fluid grace he had possessed earlier. He sighed and just drew what he saw, frustrated with himself over whatever he had said to disturb the man. He would try to make amends when he got the chance but for now he would take the poses as they came. He finished the current one and got an idea and while it was extremely out of the ordinary for his behavior he decided to do it anyway. With a quick glance up he flipped the sheet over and doodled a nervous face with the words 'Sorry!' next to it. The sentiment was silly but Ivan hoped it would improve the man's mood from what was said; there was no reason for the other students' art to suffer because of an upset model.
Alfred moved to the next position, turning back to Ivan for the new position. He laid down on his stomach, shifting the pillow to his upper chest and resting his arms and head on it. He crossed his legs and settled on the area his large robe covered, his hand resting against his face as he eyes flicked around. He blushed a bit when he saw the simple but cute picture hanging off of Ivan's sketchbook. He blushed and glanced away, unable to move once the timer started, but he could still see the Russian.
"This is the last one for the day…make it a great one" the professor smiled as he wandered around the room, assisting some students and giving tips or encouragement when needed.
Ivan smiled the slightest bit as Alfred regained some of the relaxed nature he had before and started the new picture, taking more time on the smaller details for practice, especially the slightly curled hand and the definition of the crossed legs and how they helped to support the slightly arched position.
Alfred blushed more as he watched Ivan, taking in all details. Alfred closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. His legs shook a bit from the cold room.
Ivan's eyes flicked up from the well shaped legs back to the blond's face and decided that, in this pose, the closed eyes worked better so he changed the eyes on his picture. Considering that Alfred was a seasoned model he should be able to get a more powerful pose for the strong gaze another time.
Alfred stretched when the teacher called the class "…Alright. Class is over. Remember to keep these images for your portfolios."
Alfred sat up, pulling on his robe before walking to the changing room and redressing. He walked out, grabbing his bag and getting the next appointment day from the teacher. Once he had the check in hand, Alfred set out on his way; stopping outside the art building to sit on the steps to enjoy the nice, warm evening.
Ivan packed his things and left; nodding a goodbye to the teacher as he walked by. He exited a side door and relaxed in the quiet evening as he leaned against one of the sculptures made by previous students outside.
Alfred sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair. "…" He was on his phone, texting his mother. The phrase 'family issues' didn't come close to the problems he had and while both of his parents caused problems, his father was the worst and he worried for his mom. He sighed harshly through his nose.
Ivan heard the dejected sigh just around the corner and spotted Alfred. The blond felt it would be awkward to try to start a conversation after the last one and so, with the smaller male busy with his phone, Ivan felt it best to keep to himself. He moved quietly, planning dinner with the image of Alfred lingering in his mind.
Alfred whispered a few cuss words, slamming his phone into his bag. He lit another cig before standing up. His sour mood shown with each action as he began to walk towards his apartment.
Ivan furrowed his brows, curiosity getting the better of him, and called out "Alfred!" and jogged a bit to catch up quickly, chains jingling as he moved. "You were fine a moment ago what happened?"
Alfred stopped, looking over at Ivan with the slightest suspicion "Why? Why do you want to know?" He stared at Ivan and gave in, the irritating situation making him short on patience and just wanting to rant it all out "I have major at home problems and my mom turns a blind eye… It makes me mad, ok?"
"You have every right to be mad" Ivan said defensively "but don't get mad at me. I'll leave you alone if you'd prefer."
"…" He looked away. "You look at me like everyone else does… Campus whore is my title…I get it…but just because I've had sex with a few people…doesn't make that who I am…" He sighed, suddenly feeling drained "No one understands…I thought you might be different…" he looked at the other student. "Have a good day Ivan…" He met the violet gaze that was even more pronounced with the man's black and silver outfit in better lighting before walking towards his building again, holding his shoulder bag close.
"I never said that was what I thought. My first impression was that you are confident, the robe slipping may have been slutty but I have enough sense to know that you were not hitting on me." Ivan sighed "But I also know a bit of the reputation you hold on campus even though I don't allow that to shape my views of a person and I'd like that you didn't think so little of me." Ivan went silent and continued the walk to his apartment, noticing that they were going in the same direction, at least so far. He walked quietly with Alfred only a couple feet ahead.
Alfred looked back, feeling the awkward tension increase. He stopped and let Ivan catch up. He walked with the man. "…You really are a fantastic artist..." He said, blushing a bit. "So, uh, you live in the campus apartments? I live in building A…room 435…what about you?"
"I'm just down the hall in 430. And thanks, you are a good subject. Most can't hold their form that still for very long" Ivan answered, able to relax a bit now that the ice between them had broken.
"…I worked hard to be able to stay still…I wanted to work for my pay and not be shitty…" he grinned. "Oh, sweet… Maybe we can hang sometime? I have no roommates so…we don't have to worry about them…"
"Your efforts are greatly appreciated" Ivan said, offering a small quirk of his lips, the closest he had gotten to a smile so far. "Maybe and my place is alright but there are a couple of people living with me though they are hardly there."
Alfred nodded "Don't worry…I'll keep my hands to myself…" He walked up the stairs with Ivan. Alfred stopped at his door, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't do this for most people but…if you need me to model for you…I can come by sometime… Strictly business…maybe to practice…" he looked up at the bigger man.
"While I'm sure that's against whatever rules they set it would be a big help. Would you need to be paid?"
"You don't have to pay me…I'm doing it out of kindness… Just let me know if you want to do it tonight or any day you want to…" He smiled at the man "I'm free everyday after 2."
"I don't have the most steady schedule but I'm free for the rest of the day if you want to come over later."
Alfred nodded "…" he took Ivan's hand and wrote his number on the pale skin. "…Text me and let me know…I'll do as many poses you want… I am free the rest of the day…just let me know…" he smiled.
"Alright, I'll text you later tonight" Ivan said as he glanced at the number on his hand. "Talk to you later" Ivan said as he walked to his door and unlocked it, walking in.
Alfred nodded, going into his dorm. He sighed, sliding down the door. He felt something…just a bit…for the Russian. He sighed again before laying his head on his knees for a few moments until he got up and took a shower.
Ivan sent his things down by his bedroom door and listened around for a couple of moments, 'No one's here' he thought with a small sigh. From time-to-time he just wished for a bit of a break in the monotony of life to make things a little less pointless; even if his roommates could be pricks. He shut his door and changed into his casual home wear. It was comfortable even if it was not the kind of thing he typically wore, being of light coloured material and without adornments, and went to the small but functional kitchen to start dinner.
Alfred cooked a small meal for himself. He rubbed his hand through his hair as he watched a bit of Spongebob as he waited for a text from his secret crush.
Ivan made a decent dinner and sat on the small couch as he thought about what pose would be good and where the best lighting would be.
Alfred sat on his couch, watching TV. He had finished his dinner and was now relaxing. He placed his phone on the table; more than a little eager for Ivan's message.
Ivan finished, cleaned up, and grabbed his phone. Having plugged in Alfred's number while cooking it was easy to send a simple message "Come over in 10 minutes?"
Alfred smiled, texting him back. "Alright!" he waited ten minutes, TV show ignored and leg bouncing, before coming over to Ivan's place in a robe and his boxers still on for the walk over. "Hmm…" He knocked on the door, keeping the robe shut.
Ivan set everything up and heard a knock at the door and answered, ushering Alfred in. "Please take a seat on the recliner facing the couch and you can keep the robe on." Ivan shut and locked the door before heading back to the couch and grabbing his sketch pad and waited for Alfred to sit so he could finish adjusting the nearby floor lamp for the best shadows.
Alfred nodded, sitting down in the seat. "Anything special?" he asked, getting in a relaxed pose. He exhaled comfortably.
"For now I just want to practice hands and facial features." He made himself comfortable and started "Just pick a couple of comfortable poses and we can cycle through them."
Alfred nodded, making his hands in an interesting position for Ivan and made a relaxed facial pose. He sighed gently before staying very still.
Ivan got into his focused position and started. The lighting here wasn't the best but it would still work for what he had in mind and it was better than the dim central bulb in his room. A distant part of his mind mused that getting a lamp like the one in use now would be a good idea if this was to continue.
Alfred stayed perfectly still, giving Ivan what he wanted. He was great at his job. You could barely tell he was breathing.
Ivan finished a few quick sketches and flipped to a new page to work on the face, spending more time but trying to get the details more realistically.
Alfred blushed and said sorry really quick before sneezing. "I am so sorry…" he looked at Ivan, so red.
Ivan laughed a bit, quietly "It's alright, relax. That's the most important part for a natural looking picture, a relaxed and comfortable model."
Alfred nodded, relaxing. "It is hard around you…" he muttered, blushing as he relaxed again. "Alright…"
Ivan started a new face and smiled unknowingly as he added a bit of shading for the blush, and the strong gaze that seemed to capture him more he could ever hope to replicate but he would try.
Alfred blushed, trying to relax a bit as he felt Ivan's eyes on him "…Ah…so…are you in a relationship with anyone?"
Ivan, focused on what he was doing more than the question, just responded with a little grunt and went quiet again, at least until he was done and he pulled away for a bit to look over the drawings.
Alfred relaxed sighing a bit "I see…" he rubbed his fingers through his hair.
"Hm, I need practice on the knuckles…could you curl your hand slightly and give me a little bit on it?"
Alfred smiled, nodding doing as he was told "So…ah… What do you do all day?"
"Some form…of this…or computer with a bit of gaming, I have a few platforms in my room. And of course whatever school related work I have in addition to a weekend job. What about you?" Ivan stopped and glanced up to converse since he couldn't quite process and draw at the same time.
"About the same thing… Work on some homework and…watch some TV…" he smiled. "Now…maybe helping you with school is on my list…" he chuckled, blushing.
"What is your major?" Ivan asked curious about the blond wanting to participate more in his life.
"…Criminal justice…working to become a police officer in the military…" he looked down at his hands, many people didn't agree with his life chooses about going in.
"Hm, I'm not really taking any justice or economic classes but if you know history well I could use the help. I'm fairly good in sciences if you need any help with that" Ivan offered.
Alfred smiled, nodding. "I am the best at History! Oh yes, please! I suck at sciences…!" he looked at Ivan. "I think we can help each other in many ways…drawing, history, and science for sure!"
"I'm pleased" Ivan said smiling "would you like a break or to stop? Or a drink?"
Alfred blushed a bit "…A drink sounds amazing…got any milk?"
"Sure" Ivan set his sketchbook on the coffee table in front of him and went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk and returned shortly after, handing the glass to Alfred.
Alfred was looking at his sketches "You are so amazing…these are beautiful…" he took the milk gently, hand brushing Ivan's.
"Thank you" Ivan said, the slightest blush dusting his pale cheeks "but I still have a lot of practice before I'll be where I want to be…"
Alfred nodded, sipping his milk "I understand that… You are off to an amazing start for sure… You draw so beautifully it's so amazing…I've never been drawn so…you are clearly amazing…" he blushed, looking up at Ivan.
Ivan's blush blossomed across his face and he looked away, not sure how to take the sincerity in his tone. He fidgeted a bit, unconsciously playing with his tongue ring that had gone unnoticed till his concentration slipped and it caused him to slightly lisp a quick "Thank you."
Alfred saw the tongue ring and stood up "You have a tongue ring?!" he moved very close to Ivan, staring at his mouth.
Ivan's eyes went wide for an instant but he calmed down quickly "Yes…" he said and opened his mouth a bit to show it, it was a smooth black ball with thin red stripes crisscrossing it.
Alfred blushed, leaning in more "That is amazing…I've always wanted one but I could never pull it off like you…" His eyes moving from his tongue to his eyes, his dark blues meeting the purple before he blushed dark and backed off some. "Ah…so…umm…anymore poses?" He rubbed his hand through his hair. He clearly had a thing for Ivan.
It was just the slightest bit awkward with the little bit of tension in the room but Ivan pushed through the residual blush as he spoke "Could you take off the robe and turn your back to me and try to tense as many muscles as you can."
Alfred nodded. He gently dropped the robe and stepped out of his boxers, sitting on the couch naked with his back to Ivan. He blushed as his hands lay on his own lap.
Ivan was surprised to see that Alfred was essentially naked under the robe but he should have guessed because he was wearing the robe in the first place. Even still, he was all the more surprised that Alfred had stripped completely when he was really only focusing on the back. Ivan blushed a bit too strongly but it faded as he started drawing.
Alfred stayed still for Ivan. His blush was clear on his face as his hands covered his privates.
Ivan glanced up as he finished the outline and started on the shading. He smiled as he saw that the blond was blushing so hard that his neck and ears were tinted pink. "No reason to be embarrassed, it's just us" Ivan said trying to offer a bit of comfort even if he could feel his face heat up as well.
Alfred blushed, nodding "Ah…yes it is just us…" he whispered, closing his eyes. 'But…it is you…' he thought. He relaxed a bit "Ah…" his eyes opened again, wanting to see Ivan.
Ivan just shook his head and started adding the definition "Hm…" Ivan pulled away from his paper with a slightly displeased face. "Could you hunch forward a bit and square your shoulders?"
Alfred was a bit confused and tried to do it "Like this?" he asked.
"Close but…hmm" Ivan set his stuff on the table and got behind and slightly to the side of Alfred "More like…this" he said using a surprisingly gentle touch on his back to get it down a bit more and pulled his arm out a bit, his elbow resting on his knee and repeating on the other side. "Now just tense your back…"
Alfred was bright red. Alfred's eyes were down as he tensed up "Ah…th-this right?"
"Perfect thank you" Ivan turned around and sat back on the couch and got back to drawing. He glanced up frequently as he worked and admired the beautiful definition Alfred had "You have amazing definition in your back" he said rather casually, not focusing on much else than getting the shading correct.
Alfred blushed again "Ah…thank you…I work out every now and then…you have amazing definition in your chest and arms…" he blushed even more and he was starting to think it was going to become a permanent part of his face.
Ivan paused and felt his own face flush when he realized what Alfred had said "Th-thank you…" Ivan was not used to compliments, especially ones about his body. He wasn't quite sure how to take it, especially considering Alfred hasn't seen his chest just his arms, unless it was noticeable even with the baggy shirt…he just went back to drawing but the blush persisted.
Alfred smiled a bit. His eyes shining from his little crush's reaction. "Ah…" he moved a bit but stayed how Ivan wanted. He had a few scars here and there but they added to his beauty.
Ivan was just finishing so he didn't mind that Alfred had moved. He put on the finishing touches and flipped to a new sheet. "If you want to you can take a break or just move into any position you like."
Alfred nodded and took his chance. He moved, laying out on the couch. He placed his arms above his head, head turned slightly towards Ivan. His cheeks red. He watched the man. "Is this ok?" he asked, blushing as he stretched out on the couch.
Ivan blushed as Alfred stretched out on the couch so close to him, not touching but still very close "Y-yes" he stuttered a bit and grabbed his book again and focused on the angles, especially in the arms and neck.
Alfred relaxed. He smiled, watching Ivan draw. "Hmm so serious…" he teased a bit.
Just then Ivan's roommates strolled in the door "Yo I'm—DUDE! You got a babe naked on the couch! Hot damn!" Gilbert announced with a grin the moment he noticed the situation.
Alfred shot up, covering himself as best he could.
Francis smirked "Oh my…or is this for us?"
Ivan tensed and handed Alfred his sketchbook since his robe was out of reach. He narrowed his eyes and dropped the calm demeanor he had instantly "Art practice…" he explained as he stood and grabbed his robe and boxers "now give him privacy." He handed the items to Alfred and stood in front of him, using his form to help block the onlookers.
Alfred was so red. He quickly started pulling clothes on.
Gilbert laughed "Come on bro…I can tell that's Alfred… He's been with half the campus so why not just hand him over for a bit and you can go back to drawing later when we're done…" purred with a wink.
Alfred's eyes widened more as he fought to get the robe on, his nervousness making everything more difficult.
"He did not come here for this and he obviously has no interest in going with you" Ivan glared at the two men.
Gilbert chuckled "Bet you were thinking about doing that…hmm? Have him already laying on the couch naked…"
Alfred tied the robe closed "…Ivan…I think…I'm going to go back…" he whispered, clearly upset.
Ivan glanced behind him and nodded. He pulled Alfred to his side and led him past the door "I'm so sorry about them. I should have considered the possibility of them walking in."
Alfred nodded, holding his robe closed "Ah…it is ok…" he whispered as they made cat calls at him. Alfred loved being against Ivan though, he felt…safe. "I'm sorry we couldn't finish your practice…I hope to see you around…" He kissed Ivan's cheek before running the rest of the way down the hall to his room before Gilbert and Francis hung out the door, calling him sexual names and trying to get him back.
Ivan stood at the door making sure Alfred got to his room alright and reentered, closing the door behind him. He gathered his things and grabbed a soda before heading back to his room, ignoring the others.
Gilbert smirked "So did you get it in?" he gave Ivan's shoulder a good slap.
Francis laughed "I bet you did, mon ami…" They followed him.
"Did you get his number? I've wanted to get with that for awhile!" called Gilbert.
Ivan said nothing and just slammed his door in their faces, regretting with all of his being the assholes he lived with, even though he wasn't entirely aware that they were this bad. He sighed and opened the drink, settling at his desk to review the drawings he had done both here and back in class. He admired Alfred's form both as a person, he was very attractive, and as a model. He knew how to position himself well and kept almost unnaturally still when he needed to. He set everything down and turned on his computer, turning on some music the moment he could to relax.
As always, please let me know your opinions on this I'd love to get a comment or message! I hope you enjoyed it and are eager for the next chapter, tootles for now!
~Poison