painter and model

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.

Author’s notes: Hello! First super lemon of the year. It’s kind of refreshing to write lots of lemon again. And this is self-edited so pardon the grammatical errors. Thank you to Mrs. Greenleaf for editing the ‘after seven days’. HAPPY READING!!!

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Art class was one class that Hanamichi enjoys. He loved making a mess out of the paints and clay. But that day was unusual. The teacher presented to the class a male model for them to paint last week. And a finished painting would have to be passed today.

The redhead was super excited. He looked at his painting and he smiledpilypily. The painting was simple but better than any of Hanamichi’s old messy works.

“What’s that, Hanamichi?” Takamiya asked the redhead as he dropped beside him in the rooftop floor. He saw the naked model and made a face. “EWWWW! Gay stuff!”

“It’s not gay stuff, stupid! It\'s art!” Hanamichi screeched.

The rest of the guntai took a tentative look at the painting. It was just a 14” x 10” frame. The model was nude and sitting on a bed.

“In bed?” Youhei looked amused. “The art class had a bed?”

“No, the art class doesn’t have a bed,” Hanamichi corrected. “He was originally sitting on the table, but I want to change the setting a bit. It seems more perverted if you placed a naked guy on top of the teacher’s table.”

The guntai nodded. All of them now had a less green look on them.

“You’re really serious about this,” Noma commented as he looked at the redhead’s radiant face.

Hanamichi gave a golly nod.

“Pretty weird,” Takamiya murmured.

“Hey! Who are you to talk?” Hanamichi shouted.

“Hanamichi the painter,” Takamiya sounded skeptical.

“SHUT UP!” Hanamichi stood up angrily.

Ookuso restrained Hanamichi from attacking Takamiya while Noma and Youhei gave the fat guy a bump in the head. But the redhead escapes Ookuso’s grip and leaped at Takamiya. The three looked on for a minute before joining the fray.

Hanamichi panted in exertion when the five of them stopped fighting. He glared at the fat guy for starting it in the first. “MORON!”

Takamiya didn’t answer. He was lying unconscious on the floor over a suspicious looking frame.

“AHHHHHH!” Hanamichi screamed. With enormous strength, he picked up the prone Takamiya and threw him away.

The painting looked trampled and hideously disfigured. Hanamichi’s face froze in shock. But he crumbled after a minute.

“WAHHHHH!” the redhead wailed loudly. Tears flowed out like a broken fountain from the brown eyes.

The remaining conscious guntai winced. Youhei stood up and comforted his best friend.

“Come on, don’t cry.” Youhei took the painting from Hanamichi’s limped hand and threw it at Noma. “It’s just a painting.”

“IT’S NOT JUST A PAINTING, YOUHEI! IT’S MY PAINTING!” Hanamichi shook Youhei roughly to make his point.

“Okay! I get it!” Youhei shouted. His eyes twirled as Hanamichi stopped shaking him.

Hanamichi sniffed and began crying again.

Ookuso and Noma shared looks of pity for their redhead friend. Noma nudged Ookuso with his elbow.

“What?!” Ookuso growled.

“Do something,” Noma ordered.

“Like what?” Ookuso glanced at the pathetic painting and cringed.

“You could be a model,” Noma thought out loud. “Yeah! You could be the model.”

“Shut up!” Ookuso snarled.

But Noma ignored him. “Hey! Hanamichi! You could paint another picture. You could have Ookuso as you’re model.”

Hanamichi looked at Noma then at Ookuso. “No.”

Noma sweat dropped. “Why not?”

“The painting will have to be passed today. And I don’t want to paint him,” Hanamichi replied honestly. He wiped away his tears and walked towards the door.

The three followed him somberly. Takamiya was left sleeping at the rooftop.

***

Ding-dong.

“Coming!” Hanamichi shouted. The visitor comecome in bad timing. He was at his bedroom and sulking in front of a blank canvas, trying to recapture the will to paint. The art teacher had been kind enough to let him work for another painting to be passed on Monday. Lucky for Hanamichi, this Saturday had no practice.

“Stop it already,” Hanamichi snapped as the doorbell was rung repeatedly. He forcibly opened his door. “WHAT?! Eh?”

Kaede Rukawa stared at Hanamichi arrogantly. “Yo!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Hanamichi snarled. He glared at the fox. But after minutes of glaring, Hanamichi decided to slam the door.

A foot kicked the door wide before it closes. Hanamichi, who was standing behind the wooden frame, was thrown at the middle of the room. The door banged at the wall and Kaede entered the redhead’s apartment.

Hanamichi picked himself up and stood in a fighting stance. “COME ON! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!”

Kaede didn’t even blink. He looked around critically. The whole living room was composed of a couch potato, a colored TV, a small component, and some scattered CDs and cassette tapes. He curiously scanned the titles and noticed that the artist were mostly balladeers. Only a few rock bands’ records were present.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT, FOX!” Hanamichi shouted angrily. His pride was pricked at the way Kaede was looking around. He had never invited anyone from the team to come to his apartment so the fox will have no excuse to drop by. “If you’re here to annoy me, just get out!”

“They told me you need a model,” Kaede said instead. He had finished looking around and noted that the kitchen had no table. He didn’t know why he noticed such trivial thing. He stared at Hanamichi and nearly smirked when he saw the stunned look. “I’ll be your model.”

Hanamichi moved his jaw to say something but nothing came out. He finally shut his mouth when he realized that he might have looked like a goldfish.

Kaede waited patiently for Hanamichi to gather his thoughts. He looked behind the redhead aaughaught a glimpsed of the bedroom in the open doorway. He remembered another door and stepped back to close the front door.

Hanamichi watched Kaede closed the door. And was suddenly struck with the incredulity of it all. Kaede the fox, and most popular guy in town, was standing in his apartment offering to model for him, Hanamichi the peculiar redhead. A giggle escaped and then followed by a pure blown hysteric.

Kaede raised an eyebrow. This was not what he had hoped. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You. And this,” Hanamichi swung his arms around. “This is ridiculous. You? Offering to model? Hahahahaha!”

Kaede didn’t find it funny. Well he never find anything funny. But that’s beside the point. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Oh nothing!” Hanamichi calmed down a bit. But he was smiling infuriatingly in Kaede’s opinion. “It’s just that… you are not model material.”

“Really?” Kaede flicked his eyes at the drawn curtains of Hanamichi’s window. Then locking his eyes with the brown ones, he started stripping. He smirked evilly when he saw the redhead’s face flushed in deep shade of red.

Hanamichi swallowed painfully. He tried to look away but his eyes kept straining back to the fox. First, the shirt was SLOWLY taken off. The fox was wearing a blue T-shirt, and the six-pack abdomen clenched as Kaede bent slightly to remove the shirt. Muscular arms were raised and more part of the chest revealed. With the shirt off, Kaede carelessly tossed the piece of cotton to the couch potato. Then the denim jeans would be next. But Kaede prolonged the stripping as he ran his fingers lightly over the leather belt. The brown eyes helplessly followed their path before pausing at the buckle.

Hanamichi felt a rush of blood rose to his head and he hastily turned away to save face. He didn’t want to have a nosebleed while the fox was in front of him.

Kaede was very disappointed when Hanamichi turned away. Bucidecided to do the seduction later on. “So am I in?”

Hanamichi nodded without looking at Kaede. He was blushing from head to toe. “Yeah! Follow me.”

Kaede blinked at this but dutifully followed Hanamichi as he entered the small bedroom. His eyes automatically landed on the disheveled bed and thought for a minute of how wondrous it would be to lie in Hanamichi’s sweat scented bedcovers. He closed the door and walked casually to the bed and sat down.

Hanamichi paused when he realized his error. ‘Shit!’ he cursed silently. ‘Goddammit! What the hell was I thinking?!’

“Should I strip now?” Kaede asked. His eyes not leaving the very red face.

“Strip?” Hanamichi croaked. He shook his head and swallowed another lump in his throat. He mentally fought the blushes and partially won. “I think we should change setting.”

“What’s wrong with here?” Kaede stood up and, with further preamble, kicked off his shoes. And with less hesitation, he opened his belt buckle and dropped his pants. He smirked when Hanamichi dropped his jaw simultaneously with his pants.

“Anou…” Hanamichi barely recognize his voice. The fox was not wearing underwear. He cleared his throat to try again. He took two deep breaths to calm his overactive heart. The fox was here and looking absolutely gorgeous. Might as well make him useful. “Ahh…please sit down in the bed.”

Kaede would have gawked at the redhead if he was capable of such. He was expecting Hanamichi to jump at him. Looks like it didn’t work. He stared as Hanamichi sat behind the easel and prepared his painting materials.

“Sit down, fox,” Hanamichi ordered. He was still rattled at the naked god in his room bu’ll ’ll be damned if he let the fox see him begged for sex.

Kaede narrowed his eyes dangerously at Hanamichi before sitting on the cotton bedcovers. His eyes followed the redhead’s every movement as he started painting.

***

Hanamichi groaned as he straightened. “Ouch! My waist!” he cried as he heard a nasty creaking of bones. He glanced at his alarm clock and groaned some more when he saw the time. They had started in mid-afternoon and now its past dinnertime.

“Are you done?” Kaede asked as he too tried to loosen his stiff muscles. He didn’t know that Hanamichi could be so engrossed in painting. They had been in the same spot for nine hours. Kaede’s muscles went numb three hours ago. His true intentions were to screw the redhead until morning the next day, not have his muscles going into strike for hours on end.

“Yeah!” Hanamichi slumped back in his stool. But he was smiling brightly. The tension in the first moment of painting wase ane and was replaced with companionship. “Wanna see?”

Kaede didn’t reply, instead he walked up behind the redhead and stared at his portrait. Hanamichi used dark colors of black and blue combined with a tint of white and red. He was sitting with legs parted partially, and a change of color shading giving him a decent covering. What amazed him was how Hanamichi made him look so evil and tempting, contrasting the light blue wings on his back.

“Am I an angel? Or a devil?” Kaede asked. He leaned closer to take a better look. The paint was still wet, but it was watercolor so there were parts of the canvas that was dry.

“You’re human,” Hanamichi replied. He glanced up at Kaede and smiled. “Aren’t I good?”

Kaede looked down at the redhead and smirked. He leaned at Hanamichi’s back, making him aware of his naked body. Hanamichi looked away but before Kaede missed the blush.

Hanamichi chuckled stiffly as he edged away. “I think we should pack up, you know. It’s kind of late.” He stood up from his stool when Kaede refused to let him have his distance. “I think I should give you free dinner for your trouble. What take-out would you like?” Hanamichi was slowly backing to the door. He wanted to run but that would be embarrassing. This was just the fox.

But the fox was following him step by step by step. Blue eyes flashing with determination, and with something more than what the virgin redhead knows but scaring him b.
.

Hanamichi giggled nervously. He was still halfway from the door. But when Kaede took another step closer, Hanamichi forgot pride and ran to the door. A strong hand gripped his wrist before he caught hold of the doorknob. Hanamichi opened his mouth to scream, but another hand seized his chin and turned his head towards Kaede’s hungry mouth.

Kaede groaned as he ravished the sweet cavern. He had dreamed for this moment for so long. He had become so obvious of his desire in the last few months that the redhead always found a thousand and one excuses to avoid him.

The hand that gripped his chin moved lower. Hanamichi moaned as it ran over his clothed chest and pinched his nipple. He gasped when another hand joined its twin’s exploration. It took him a while to realize that his hands were free.

Kaede let Hanamichi twist his face away from him. He breathed heavily on the redhead’s shoulders as he explored his fsy. sy. He shook off Hanamichi’s hands as they tried to immobilize his hands. He licked an erratic pulse, distracting the redhead for a moment for him to find the jeans’ button. It was so tight, but Kaede wouldn’t let such small matter stopped him.

Hanamichi whimpered as his penis was freed then wrapped again. “Stop! Fox!” His knees shook badly that he had to lean on the door for support. He gasped as Kaede began rubbing his heat.

“I’ve watched you from afar.” Kaede pushed Hanamichi’s jeans lower. His other hand moved at the valley of the redhead’s ass. “For too long, I’ve watched you made a fool of yourself over that girl.” He found the puckered hole and gently inserted his middle finger.

“Ahh!” Hanamichi cried. He closed his eyes tightly as pain sliced through him. “Stop it, Rukawa! It hurts!” He reached behind him and gripped Kaede’s wrist.

Kaede licked and kissed the redhead’s neck lovingly. Hanamichi gasped and subconsciously loosened his grip. The fox started pumping the redhead’s penis to distract him from the pain. The helpless redhead moaned loudly. He let go of Kaede and planted his hands on the door.

The aggressive of the two panted as he kept a tight control on his own needs. Kaede gently probed his finger deeper into Hanamichi, searching for his pleasure spot as tenderly as possible. He began sweating profusely as well as the redhead.

“FOX!” Hanamichi gasped. He mewled as pain and pleasure bombarded his senses.

Kaede didn’t answer. Instead he bit Hanamichi’s shoulders as the redhead instinctively moved with his hands. He had found the spot and he allowed himself the liberty to touch it again and again.

Hanamichi cried and moaned each time Kaede hit his pleasure spot. He felt his climax nearing.

“Fox?” he pleaded. He moved his hips to hasten Kaede’s motion. “Fox?”

Kaede complied with Hanamichi’s request. He licked a delectable ear and groaned throatily, “Come to me.”

Hanamichi bit his lip to stop a scream as he exploded in Kaede’s hand. Kaede withdrawn his hands and stepped back as Hanamichi gathered his breaths again. He licked Hanamichi’s essence in his hand. The redhead opened his eyes and stared at the stain in his door.

“Shit,” he murmured. He yelped in surprise when he was sudden dragged from the door to the bed. “Oof!” Kaede didn’t waste anymore time. He ripped Hanamichi’s cotton shirt apart and pulled his jeans off in a matter of seconds.

“Now it’s my turn,” Kaede growled as he stood over the fallen redhead.

Hanamichi stared back, eyes still unfocused due to his nerve-shattering ejaculation. He didn’t resist as Kaede pushed his legs apart. He wrapped his arms around the fox’s neck when Kaede positioned himself between his legs. One leg was draped over one shoulder, and the other leg was being pushed away by an arm. Hanamichi had never felt so open and vulnerable before, but strangely he didn’t mind at all.

“Hanamichi?” Kaede asked softly. He knew that he have to force in and its going to hurt Hanamichi a lot. But he won’t stop, he just want Hanamichi to be ready.

Hanamichi tugged Kaede closer for a kiss. Kaede assumed that this was Hanamichi’s answer. Actually, it was not. Hanamichi didn’t know that he was preparing him for the intrusion. But it was too late.

The redhead’s scream was muffled by the searing kiss. Kaede moved swiftly. He had waited for this fo lon long. He even had a hard-on for nine hours straight without the autonomy of masturbation so Hanamichi could paint him. All pent-up passion of the past months and the frustration of the past hours quickened Kaede’s movement.

Hanamichi parted from Kaede’s kiss and screamed. The fox gave animal-like grunts in sync with the purrs and moans of the redhead beneath. Hanamichi combed a hand in the black tresses and one hand clawed at the pale back. He arched wantonly to get even Kaede closer and deeper.

“Kaede,” he groaned.

Kaede slowed a bit to shift. He smirked when Hanamichi shriek a protest but screamed again when his pleasure spot was hit repeatedly.

“KAEDE!”

God! How he had longed to hear Hanamichi screamed his name in the throes of passion! His blue eyes darkened to black. Kaede knew that it won’t be long now. But he held back as much as possible. He wanted Hanamichi to climax again before he did.

Hanamichi clung desperately onto Kaede. He panted heavily as he gazed up at his tormentor-lover. He tugged Kaede’s head closer for another kiss which the fox happily obliged.

“I love you, Hanamichi,” Kaede groaned before he lost control.

Hanamichi didn’t hear him. He clamped all his inner muscles on Kaede’s penis as they simultaneously reached the pinnacle of nirvana.

***

“You were there, weren’t you?” Hanamichi groaned. He was so tired he couldn’t sleep. Painting for hours and a couple of ejaculation could wear out even geniuses.

Kaede nodded on his lover’s shoulders. He curled as close as possible without lying over the redhead. “I was sleeping really. But woke up when you cry because of some painting.”

Hanamichi didn’t reply. He gradually felt his eyelids closing. He smiled fondly at the unfamiliar ache on his body. He’ll haves mas marks and will have trouble walking for a while, but he didn’t mind. He had given the fox a lot of scratches in the back too. And a couple of hickies in the neck.

“I love you, Hanamichi,” Kaede murmured. He stiffened when Hanamichi stiffened. He thought that the redhead had fallen asleep. Slowly, he untangled himself from his newfound lover and stood up from the bed. He donned his jeans and shoes quickly and left the room. He leaned on the door as he closes it. Pain, disappointment, and lost engulfed his chest. He had hoped that Hanamichi will stop him from leaving.

Kaede stood there for a minute then left the door.

Hanamichi stared after Kaede helplessly. He didn’t know what to do. He had suspected of the fox’s feeling after he went back from the hospital. He had felt the same for Kaede too. But didn’t acknowledge it. The persecution from friends and society for having a homosexual relationship was not Hanamichi wanted in an affair.

“K,” h,” he whispered. “Kaede. Kaede. Kaede. Kaede! Kaede! Kaede!” Hanamichi bolted on top of the bed but his waist cracked viciously.

“Awck! My waist!” he shouted painfully. He lost his balance and fell head first on the floor.

“Idiot!” was the first word he heard when he came to.

Hanamichi smiled goofily at the worried fox over him. “Hi!”

Kaede frowned angrily. “What were thinking diving out of bed like that?”

“I thought you left.” The brown eyes filled with tears.

Kaede sighed. “I was just in the kitchen making coffee.”

“Eh?” Hanamichi blinked at this. “Coffee?”

“Yeah,” Kaede nodded. He glared sternly at the redhead. “You honestly didn’t think I’ll let you get away after taking advantage of me, do you?”

“Thank God! I thought you left me,” Hanamichi exclaimed tearfully. He blinked again then narrowed his eyes at Kaede. “Hey! What do you mean ‘take advantage’? You practically raped me!”

“You invited me in your room. What was I suppose to think?” Kaede retorted.

“What?! How dare you!” Hanamichi wanted to get up and pummel the fox for thinking such perverted things about him. But Kaede got ahead of him and pinned him to the bed. “Get away from me, you sleazy fox!”

Kaede kissed him instead. It was super effective for Hanamichi forgot everything.

“That’s not fair, fox,” Hanamichi protested feebly when they parted for air. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Kaede’s neck possessively. “What were we talking about?”

“We were talking about how much you love me,” Kaede replied. He smirked when Hanamichi gagged in jest.

“Who loves you?” Hanamichi asked as if he didn’t care. But he smiled and tightened his arms to bring Kaede even closer.

Kaede kissed Hanamichi lightly. “You do.”

“I didn’t say anything,” Hanamichi replied. He licked Kaede’s lips in a silent invitation.

“You don’t have to.” Kaede stared deeply into Hanamichi’s expressive eyes and smiled. All his worries and fears dissipated at the open look of love.

Hanamichi traced Kaede’s face lovingly. “I don’t care what the world will think of us anymore,” he murmured honestly.

Kaede gave a snort. “They can go to hell for all I care!” he cried out.

Hanamichi giggled. “We’re probably the ones that will go to hell. For all the sinful things we’re doing.” To make his point, he raised his hips tauntingly.

Kaede’s eyes narrowed seriously. “Hell will be all the heaven that I need if I’m with you.”

Hanamichi laughter rang around the house at such cheesy line.

Kaede raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”

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