I tried not to listen…well, I tried to try (as Bart Simpson would say), but I was too curious. Shortly after I'd finished blowing Brian, we'd fucked slow, delicious torture slow…
I'd quickly divested myself of my clothing and pulled Brian down to my fluffy white bearskin rug (next to the chaise) and pushed him onto his hands and knees. Then I'd grabbed my freestanding full-length mirror from the bedroom area and set it in front of the rug (We usually faced each other when we were fucking, either with me on top and his legs on my shoulders or him riding me, and I found myself reticent to change that pattern. I needed to see the expression on his face and in his eyes as I fucked him, when he came. Yet…I wanted to my cock to be buried as deeply as possible, hence the mirror). Finally, back behind him, I'd half-whispered, half-moaned, "Put your chest on the floor." He'd eagerly complied. Seconds later, I was balls deep in Brian's ass. I held onto his hips tight and fucked him slow, God, so slowly. Just remembering had my cock achingly hard. Brian'd pushed back on every thrust, but not to quicken the pace, just wanting my cock deeper inside him. Seeing him like this, us like this…it took everything in me not to cum immediately, to last as long as I did… I watched my cock slide in and out of Brian's ass…and gazed at him…he was so beautiful…all spread out…writhing against me…sweat glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows, which made his skin look more golden and brought out the red and blond highlights in his hair… And fuck, the way he looked at me (in the mirror). He raked his heavy-lidded eyes over my body and licked his lips…he closed his eyes tight and swallowed hard every time I grazed his prostate…and sometimes…he got this sort of surprised look on his face…his eyes widening a little and, in them, vulnerability…as though he were scared and stunned but irresistibly drawn…at these times, his eyes glistened. It was like…like…he'd seen something inconceivably beautiful and that…that made my chest ache painfully…caused me to struggle to swallow back tears.
Deep breath…okay, so, as I said before the long meditation on our fucking, shortly after I'd finished blowing Brian, we'd fucked slow. And shortly after that, still naked (I had thrown on a pair of shorts, just in case Ethan came back early), Brian had holed himself up in the bathroom with his cell phone. Again, like I said before, I tried not to listen…well, I tried to try, but I was too curious. First he called Blake. Asking whether he could borrow some money…promising that he'd pay it back, and soon. Then he called Manny asking the same thing…promising the same thing…even offering to work at the diner for a while in exchange. But apparently, they were both strapped (at least for that kind of money) and Manny had enough regular help. From Brian's response, it seemed that Blake offered to ask Ted, but Brian told him not to: "No, don't do that. It would be weird."
I tried not to be hurt that Brian hadn't just asked me. I mean, I already understood why he needed the money, and I had it to give. I tried not to be hurt by the disappointment, the desolation, in his voice. Was he so desperate to avoid asking me? I would have offered if I thought that would be any better, but I knew it wouldn't.
I sighed and walked back into the part of the loft where I painted. I knew that accepting a place to stay…meals…and lunch money was different from accepting a thousand dollars to 'buy himself' from his mother. I knew that whatever else he would let me give him that that would be a particularly hard pill to swallow (because, in effect, I would be buying him). But…still. I was the last person who would judge him. I loved him. I didn't just love him; I was crazy in love with him. Maybe I should have been touched. Touched that he wanted (so much) to keep me as far from his mom and her fucked up life as possible. And I kind of was. And I understood. I did. But still…it hurt. I wanted Brian to know that we were in "this" together. This being not just this situation, but life in general. Course, whatever we might feel, we hadn't known each other too long.
I was deep in this contemplation when my eyes lighted on the painting I had done of Brian. Suddenly, unexpectedly, I smiled. I headed back toward the bedroom area (running, I was so excited). Brian was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Brian turned when he heard me approach. He looked miserable. I crawled onto the bed next to him and then…then I lied. I lied my ass off. I said, "So my agent just called. He's eager for me to exhibit the painting I did of you in my next show."
Brian smiled a little. "Really?" I kind of melted (seeing him so pleasantly surprised…but I didn't really understand it; Brian knew that he had an incredible body. He knew that he was beautiful, or he should, by now. I told him often enough).
"Yup." My agent had said as much at the dinner party, so that part wasn't really a lie… "I would never sell it; the painting is yours (Brian's eyes widened…why was he surprised? I painted it for him), but if you don't mind me exhibiting it, that would definitely enhance my profitability as an artist… so for liability reasons, he thinks we should give you a sitting fee…"
"A sitting fee?"
I nodded. "You know, for posing."
"Oh." He looked thoughtful. I smiled and tried to appear lighthearted…trying to telepathically send him messages… "It's just a legal thing…my agent's idea… completely unrelated to your sudden need for money…"
Then finally, finally, he said, and slowly, "Well if your agent thinks it's necessary…ok."
It took everything in me not to jump up and do a happy dance (or smile so brightly I blinded Brian). As evenly as I could manage, I replied, "He was thinking fifteen hundred."
Brian's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he exclaimed, "Fifteen hundred?"
I nodded and lied my ass off. "Yeah, that's the industry standard."
I didn't actually know what the industry standard was…I'd never had anyone pose for me, never before Brian, but I couldn't make it exactly what he needed, or he might get suspicious.
"Oh." After a pause, he added, "Ok."
TBC…
