Inspiration
By Julia Talbot
“Can you imagine? Some people just have no sense of self-control.”
Theo had been listening to the woman with the pierced nose and the hundreds of tiny braids for at least a half hour. She was going on and on about how her best friend liked to fuck outside, where people might see her, where she could feel grass under her feet.
“It takes all kinds, Jen,” the other girl said, and watching the purple Mohawk bob above her head, Theo kind of agreed.
He wasn’t much for sitting in coffee shops in the city. Theo only did it when he had to meet with his agent, who was worth chancing the traffic and the city dwellers for. Eamon not only sold Theo's art at a fucking premium, he was the most beautiful man Theo had ever met, with soot colored hair and bright green eyes. Not to mention the body that seemed sculpted by Michelangelo or someone.
“You have that look on your face,” Eamon said, as if thinking of him had magically conjured him up.
“Which look is that?” Theo asked, smiling and waving Eamon to a seat.
“The one that says, ‘I hate the city; it’s almost as entertaining as an ant farm'.”
Theo laughed, drawing looks from the black-clad denizens all around them, people frowning at the bright sound. “Anything for you, babe. Besides, I’ve been eavesdropping.”
“What have you been hearing?” Eamon waved to the little waiter, completely at ease with the setting, and with having a little drama queen sashay over and flirt with him.
“Outdoor fucking. You ever done it?” There, he thought. Let’s see how comfortable Eamon was with that.
“When I was in college? Sure. These days, grass in my ass just doesn’t appeal.”
Staring, Theo chuckled, sure Eamon was either lying or exaggerating. “No way. You?”
“Believe it or not, I went to school in the northwest. You don’t go there and not be outdoorsy.”
“No shit? Tell me about it?” He and Eamon had this great chemistry, but they’d never acted on it. Oh, they flirted. They teased. They got hard. But Theo had always thought they were just too different.
Those high, bottle-tanned cheekbones went red, Eamon glancing about before leaning forward and lowering his voice. “What? It was my sophomore year, I was on a hike. Shit, this sounds like Penthouse letters.”
“You know I take my inspiration from nature, honey,” Theo said, batting his lashes and feeling not quite ridiculous. “Lay it on me.”
“Shit.” Shifting in his chair, Eamon waited for the little waiter to set down his espresso and croissant before going on. “There wasn’t much to it. I mean, there was a hiking guide I had the serious hots for, so I got him to take me out along the river. Just me. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he was family, you know?”
Theo nodded, leaning his elbows on the table to get closer. He could almost smell the old growth forest and hear the rushing water.
“So I did all the obvious shit. I took my shirt off when it got hot. I rubbed against him every chance I got. I wiggled and flexed…”
“And what? He wasn’t interested?”
Eamon laughed, the sound low and intimate. “He was. I think he was just worried that I was jailbait.”
”So what did you do?”
“I finally just grabbed him. Kissed the sap right out of him. He didn’t need much more encouragement,” Eamon said, eyebrows going up and down.
Theo waited for more, poking Eamon when he trailed off. “So, what did you do?”
“Fuck, Theo. Do you want a blow by blow?”
“Yes.” Was he going to deny it? Hell, no. His cock was hard in his jeans, his hand twitching with the need to reach down and rub it.
“I sucked him off, okay? I wasn’t so good at it back then, but he didn’t seem to mind. I took his jeans off him and got down on my knees and sucked the Hell out of him.”
Somewhere from the vicinity of the pierced and painted girls there was an outraged gasp, but Theo paid it no mind. “Did he help you out, too?” he asked, having to clear his throat to get the words out.
“Yeah. He pulled me up and let me lean on him while he jacked me. I remember the sun coming down through the trees. We stood right next to the water, so the spray off the rocks cooled me off while he heated me up. He held me against his chest and stroked me off and I swear, I thought he was the strongest man in the whole fucking world.”
The words seemed to ring loud, even though Eamon whispered them, his eyes closing, long lashes shadowing his cheeks.
Jesus fuck, he was beautiful.
Theo squirmed, trying to find a comfortable place for his cock in his too-tight jeans.
“Okay, then. You really have done it outside, huh?”
“Uh-huh. Did I inspire you?” Wicked. That smile was purely wicked.
Adjusting himself, Theo got up and headed for the bathroom. “You did, honey. You surely did.”
***
Three weeks later, Theo stood back from his easel and stared at his most recent painting with a critical eye. Then he smiled. Yeah. Yeah, it was good.
The scene was a lot lighter than his usual work, a lot more… almost Impressionistic. Swirls of green and blue, with just the hint of two flesh tones in the center, the painting felt natural, sensual, drawing the eye right to the two figures who seemed to entwine.
It was everything he’d hoped it would be.
Theo grabbed his phone, smearing linseed oil on his cheek. The stupid thing rang and rang, making him dance a little with impatience. One he was ready to make a move, Theo hated to wait.
“Eamon McClellan.”
“Hey, Eamon. Theo. I have something new to show you.”
“Theo! Good to know. You going to bring it into the city for me to see?”
Staring at the canvas, Theo shook his head, feeling his cock start to harden, just like that. “No, Eamon. I think this time you need to come to the boondocks,” he said. “You need to see it in its natural setting.”
“Okay, man. I’ll come out this week.”
“Cool.”
They hung up not long after that, and Theo pulled off his soft sweats, heading to the window seat to give himself a hand. With any luck, he could get Eamon to see that nature was still damned inspiring.
There was nothing like the great outdoors.
End
Copyright 2007 Julia Talbot (originally published electronically under another pen name)
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Julia
2 comments:
Well that was short, sweet, and delicious!
Thank you, darlin!
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