It was easier to convince Thomas to allow him to do a nude drawing than Newt had expected. He was sure Thomas would come up with a thousand and one excuses to avoid it but the idea of using one of the studio's nude models may have helped Newt's cause. Thomas had a tinge of jealousy, that when played at the right angle, pretty much got Newt whatever he wanted. With Thomas sprawled out on the couch cushions in the middle of the living room, almost asleep because of his oh-so-tiring day of watching his marathon of FRIENDS, Newt got peace to work efficiently and quickly on his newest piece for his exhibition.
Charcoal wasn't his favorite medium but he knew that it would take forever to complete the project using his oil paints. Thomas would get fidgety before he could finish painting his face and charcoal did wonders when it came to shadowing in certain parts. It was the least he could do, considering that people would essentially be looking at Thomas naked all night long when the gallery opened. Newt half hoped no one wanted to buy this particular piece so he could keep it all to himself- selfishly tucked away so only they could see its beauty.
"It's a tad cold in here, don't you think?" Thomas moaned from the other side of the canvas. He shivered slightly, though Newt knew better than to give in to Thomas at the moment. Newt could just about hear Thomas pouting at the silence he received in return. "Aren't you going to keep me warm, lover of mine? Or at least get me a freaking blanket?"
"If I get you a bloody blanket, you won't be nude anymore, which defeats the purpose of this entire evening. If I keep you warm, I'll end up just as naked as you and with you rutting inside of me. Give me another 45 minutes and you can get your clothes back on. Or mine off, whichever you prefer," Newt replied. He tried to bite back the smile when Thomas rolled his eyes and shivered again.
"45 minutes for a silly sketch?"
"A sketch that'll pay of the rest of my car loan if I'm lucky. Now shut up and sit still!" Newt shouted good naturedly.
"You're selling it? I never agreed to that!"
"Yes, you did. You were just too busy trying to make yourself look better. Now sit still, or I'll have to start all over!" Thomas sat still, begrudgingly, only because the twinkle of a promise that was in Newt's eye as reassessed the lines of Thomas' body. At least Newt was right about his clothes coming off rather than any clothes being put back on.
Authors note: To the person who requested a penpal story- consider it done. I think there was someone who requestes one where they get engaged, its done too.