Title: A Work of Art

Warnings: Innuendos

Summary: Art student Arthur. Nude model Alfred. Enough said.

On the first week of classes, when I'd walked into art and found I was the only male there, I'd said I was going to kill Francis.

On the second week of classes, when I'd walked into art and all of the girls crowded around me, talking about how it was great that I wanted to express myself through art, I'd said I was going to kill Francis.

But it was on the third week of classes, when I'd walked into art and heard what we were about to do, that I knew I was going to kill Francis.

"Oh mon ami, wouldn't it be a terrific idea if you took an art class? It will be a relaxing break from all your other classes, and would be perfect for a liberal arts student, no?"

Perfect my arse, or according to my art professor, somebody else's.

"What I've noticed while looking at your art thus far," said my professor, "is that not very many of you are very good at drawing human anatomy."

At this point I hadn't started to plot Francis' murder, no that wasn't until the professor spoke again.

"So as a benefit to all of you, because I want you to improve, I've brought in a model that you'll all be sketching," she paused to glance around the classroom. "And yes, it will be a nude sketch, but I know you'll all be able to control yourselves as mature college students."

At this point Francis still wasn't dead; hey if I was getting free porn, what the hell right? No, no, Francis was as good as dead the moment the model walked through the door.

"Alright, everybody please welcome Alfred Jones. He'll be your perfect anatomy model."

Dear god. The model was a male? What? Wasn't the art professor always going on about the beauty of the female body? What the hell is this? Why on Earth would you bring a male model into a class of 49 females... and me?

"Hey there," the model, Alfred, smiled as he stepped up onto the makeshift stand that had somehow made its way into the room. I looked up, but luckily the guy was still wearing a robe. Gosh, how old was he anyway? He looked younger than me.

"Alfred, would you like to introduce yourself before you are turned into a beautiful work of art?" the professor commented, clearly animated over the lovely view she was about to get. I cocked my head around and found that nearly every girl in the room was already fawning over this boy.

"Uh, well hi, my name's Alfred, like the lovely Professor Gilligan just pointed out."

Cue the professor fainting. God, this moron was full of himself.

"Uh yeah... I go here. I'm a sophomore and I needed a quick hundred bucks, so yeah."

That's nice, hurry it up so this can be over with, please.

"Oh! And I'm gay, sorry ladies."

That last sentence. Tagged on as an afterthought. Less than 10 words, which didn't even come from my mouth, and I had every girl in the class (the professor included) staring me down. I could already hear the psychotic girl to my right mumbling something about poison not being so messy. Honestly, I was thinking the exact same thing.

Francis I am going to bloody murder you, you blundering idiot. How dare you get me into this you bastard? I should kill you with some type of erotic torture- but then again you'd probably enjoy that.

"Class," the professor called us back to attention though her tone was now much graver. "Now I'm sorry to disappoint you all, but you need to settle down. We will still be drawing today."

I wanted to facepalm, really I did, but that would've been impolite. Oh lovely, the model was staring at me now... as were several furious females.

"Alfred, if you would?" the professor called, and Alfred smiled at her then turned back to his audience just as quickly.

He shed his clothing like a porn star, and I'm not going to lie, he looked like one too. Alfred was built, my god was he ripped. Everything from his arms to his thighs were bulging with taut muscle... and that's not the only thing that was bulging.

I picked up my pencil and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. I started at his head, obviously, as I tried to avoid gazing at other areas. My pencil traced a few quick lines, but I got distracted as he started smiling at me.

"Hi," he mouthed. I pointedly ignored him and went back to drawing, but when I looked up again: "Are you gay?" Way to be subtle. I flushed and continued to disregard him.

Alfred frowned as I moved past his face and down to his shoulder and abdomen. He was clearly still trying to catch my attention though and it was hard (no pun intended) to look somewhere besides his obnoxious face and his nether regions. I carried on, but soon enough it came time to draw Alfred's... family jewels. I obviously couldn't just leave a gapping whole between his legs, lest I want to fail the class. So I snuck, peak. And then a longer one, and again until I was drawing Alfred 's essence in intricate detail. I could feel my cheeks grow hot, though I knew it was stupid. This was an assignment. I had no choice... right? And I surely wasn't impressed by any part of this twat of a model... right?

I glanced back up to Alfred's face after finishing up the lower half of my drawing. Alfred was not only smiling, but he had that self amused smirk of victory, as my cheeks flushed even redder.

"Like what you see?"

Needless to say, my face spoke for me. I averted my eyes back down to finish his legs which were miraculously toned. I hadn't even realized a whole hour and a half went by when the professor called out to us that class was over.

"Alright, finish up. It's 4:30 and I know some of you have classes at 5. Please leave me your sketches to view and comment on," she turned, slightly disappointed to our hero. "And thank you Alfred, so much for volunteering to better the arts."

He picked up his robe that had oh-so-casually fallen to the floor and wrapped it around himself.

"Anything for the arts! " he replied. "...and a hundred bucks."

I snorted and carefully slid my pencils and erasers back into my messenger bag. At least this session was over. But when I stood back up, as all the rejected girls were filing out of the room, I was blocked by a large, sculpted body, covered by a thin layer of cotton.

"Hey there," he said and shot me a bright smile. "My name's Alfred."

I rolled my eyes and tried to find a way past him, but he blocked my exit. I gave in and stared up at him.

"I'm aware. You were only introduced what, four times now?"

Alfred grinned and laughed.

"Cute and funny," he flashed me another smile. "Might I get the pleasure of your name?"

My cheeks flushed, and I huffed, still looking for another manner of escape.

"Look, Mr. Jones-"

"Alfred-"

"Right, whatever. I've obviously already seen what you have to offer, and I'm not interested."

Alfred frowned, but he clearly did not seem to want to give up.

"Damn, Francis did say you play hard to get."

That piqued my interest, and I turned to give Alfred my full attention.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I have this friend Francis, and he said I might be interested in you, so he persuaded me to do this modeling thing so I could come and meet you, plus hey it was worth a hundred bucks."

So you see, it was on the third week of classes that I'd decided I was going to kill Francis. Alfred actually wound up asking me out, and I said yes on one condition: I get to pick what we're doing. I'm not sure when to break it to him that we'll be burying a body.