Epilogue
"What the fuck is all over my floor?"
Justin didn't take his eyes off his newly acquired easel to answer his lover who had just returned from work.
"Protection."
After setting his briefcase down on the counter, Brian cautiously stepped over to Justin amid the crunching sound of the newspapers under his feet. Jennifer had so lovingly bought her son an easel for his beginning into true painting and currently, he was working on converting his "humanity" piece into watercolor.
"You think that will keep you safe?" He whispered in a deep voice, arms reaching around the teenager from behind.
"Paint!" Justin exclaimed causing Brian to freeze in his tracks and withdraw his hands with a sigh. He waited for Justin to turn and make eye contact with him and after a few long moments, resorted to waving a hand before the shining blue eyes.
"Hmm?"
Brian smiled as he looked at him. His clothes and hair were disheveled, eyes wide with excitement and passion, tiny specks of paint on his face, neck and hands. Clasping his chin with his thumb and index finger, Brian pulled his head up slightly to kiss his lips. The younger man's fingers unavoidably found their way to the side of Brian's face where they gently made their presence known. Pulling away, Justin smirked a little at the tiny wisp of brown marring his lover's cheek.
"Gotcha," he whispered moving his hands slightly under Brian's jacket. "You'd better take this off unless you want your clothes to meet the same fate."
When Justin retracted his hand, Brian's came forth and slowly closed around his wrist.
"You do it," he breathed.
The blonde looked around for something to wipe his hands with and Brian leaned in again to kiss his forehead.
"Now," came a throaty, seductive whisper.
Feeling the older man's breath warm against his face, Justin set about his task and within minutes the two had managed to find their way to the large pillows that Brian kept on the floor. Flesh against flesh, they moved against each other, meeting needs with passionate embraces and answering moans with kisses. Afterwards, Brian dozed off and Justin lay next to him, head propped up on his arm, admiring the beauty that his lover was. With a small grin he moved to retrieve a fine paintbrush and after coating it in black, returned to Brian's side.
His hands found the soft hollow of skin just above Brian's hipbone. With a smooth hand and the pride of a creator, Justin signed his masterpiece.
The End
