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Coffee flooded down his throat, threatening to burn him. It left a bitter taste behind that was addicting and familiar, making him crave more. To him, nothing compared to black coffee expect a nicotine rush and mostly the climax of sex.
After draining the third cup of the day, Gerard dropped the mug into the stainless steel sink, using just enough force so it wouldn't crack. He licked his lips of whatever coffee may be left behind. He leaned against the wooden top counter, putting weight on his hips. His eyes scanned the apartment for something to do.
A canvas leaned against the splatter painted wall. The whole room was a rainbow of colors. His black pleather couch sat in the middle. Real leather would've cost too much and he didn't see the point in slaughtering animals for a freaking couch. Doodles, sketches, paintings, charcoal and oil done artworks, all were hung up. There was barely any room to see the pieces of art the walls were themselves.
Gerard was in a sketching mood, but he was waiting for the model to show up. An old friend of his worked high up at some modeling agency and gave something for Gerard to turn into art.
A faint rapping came from the door. He shuffled his way over. He didn't bother looking through the peep hole like normal. He knew it was the model. He unlocked the door. This part of New Jersey wasn't safe at all, it was crawling with crime. He opened the door.
Gerard looked at blank space for about a second. His eyes snapped down an inch or two. It was a male model. He was only about 5'4 and cloaked in a black trench coat. It was much too big for him, swallowing his frame. A black ring pierced the right side of hip bottom lip and another hung from the left side of his nose. Small gauges were in both of his earlobes. His eyebrows were plucked into perfection, making Gerard semi self conscious about his own. The sides of his head were shaved and dyed blonde. The rest was black and flipped into a curl that just reached his nose. Strikingly familiar hazel orbs shone in the light.
Gerard blinked. This man was no doubt beautiful. He almost started drooling right there. "Um," he mumbled.
The smaller man shifted uncomfortably. "I'm the model." Gerard expected a high pitched voice to drip from the man's lips. Instead, it was deeper, not deep, but deeper than Gerard was expecting. "My name's Frank."
Gerard took a step back and motioned for the model to enter. He did and gazed around the apartment in awe. "I'm Gerard." He closed the door shut behind them.
Frank turned and looked at Gerard in confusion. "I'm used to having a white screen and cameras. What's this?"
Gerard couldn't help but chuckle. "How long can you stay still?"
"Excuse me?"
"I asked how long could you stay still. I'm not taking photos, I'm drawing them. Mostly you."
Frank blinked. Clearly he hadn't been expecting this. "Oh." His gaze met everything but Gerard's eyes. "Clothes or no?" Frank was always called on to do naked photo shoots, the question was just mandatory.
Gerard froze. He hadn't been ready for that. Sure, he's seen naked people before. He's drawn woman and men without clothes, and he's slept with men without clothes. But it seemed strange for someone to ask him, they just shed their clothes right then and there. "Uh, either I guess. Whatever you feel more comfortable with." That was the smart thing to do, play the safe route.
Frank's eyebrows met in a puzzled frown. It was his turn to be confused. He was always told to strip in either a completely bored tone, or an eager, hungry, creepy voice. His only choice was to pose naked. He only wore the trench coat, not even boxers were underneath. Call him crazy, but he never felt ashamed going around pretty much naked. His image was already on magazines and on the internet. The only problem was the breeze outside.
He slumped his shoulders and the coat slide down, revealing his olive, yet pale, skin. It slowly dropped, seeming to tease Gerard. It finally hit the floor with a light thump. Gerard nodded the couch for Frank to pose on. He figured he could be at least comfortable.
"How do you want me to pose?"
Gerard shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Whatever feels natural if you want."
Frank sat down and chose a pose. He decided to make it odd, just for fun. His knees dug into the soft couch. He faced Gerard and his eyes locked onto him and never left. He leaned backwards, his back arching along the couch. He turned his head and fully exposed his neck and its tattooed scorpion. His hands slid down his petite hips and stopped on the inside of his thighs. His manhood was fully exposed to the world. His mouth slightly hung open, his eyelids drooped, and his face read "Please fuck me."
Gerard couldn't help but get excited. Now, in his defense, he had never gotten like this from models. Hell, the small stack of porn magazines hidden under his bed didn't have this big effect on him. He tried focusing on all of Frank but a certain part.
He held the sharpened pencil tip less than an inch away from the blank, fresh sheet of paper. He studied the tattoos staining Frank's skin. Besides the scorpion, he had doves and the words "Search and Destroy" between them. He could make out a small flame on his chest. A virgin Mary was settled on his elbow. "Halloween" was written across his knuckles, as was "Bowrokm", whatever that was. Others covered him. Strangely, some seemed rather familiar. But Gerard didn't know where he'd seen them before.
Frank's tattooed hand twitched. Gerard watched with shock as Frank moved and began to stroke himself. He slowly picked up the pace and started moaning. Gerard sat there, his erection throbbing in pain against his skinny jeans, begging to be released and join in with Frank. Then he used his other hand to gently play with his own balls to increase pleasure.
"Uh, Gerard!" Frank gasped. Gerard couldn't believe this. The man was moaning out his name! Frank pulled his hand away from his sacks and put a few fingers in his mouth. After a few seconds he pulled them out and put his spit coated fingers into his entrance. The muscled in his arms flexed, telling Gerard he was pushing in and out. Frank gasped as he added another finger. He moaned like a whore and let out a string of profanities mixed with Gerard's name.
Frank roughly squeezed himself. Gerard knew that action very well, meaning Frank was about to release all over his couch. He violently shuddered and –
Gerard blinked and the image was broken. Frank sat on the couch, waiting for Gerard to draw him. He wasn't touching himself. He didn't have a boner. He wasn't moaning. And he wasn't about to cum everywhere. He had been sitting still, unknowingly teasing Gerard with a mental image and leaving behind a rock hard cock.
Gerard wasn't in the most comfortable position for the rest of the time with Frank.