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It is said that if an artist falls in love with you then you will never die, as they will continue to make you live in their works, but I never believed it was true... Nobody will ever remember me reading a book or admiring a painting or, more simply, no artist will ever fall in love with me and my stupid face...
Or am I wrong?
“You have to be desperate for real... Are you sure about that? I wouldn’t do that if I were you..."
How I should have listened to him! But no, here I am in front of art classroom’ door ready to open it and step in, in order to have the whole class of art students to portrait me.
Why am I doing that?
"I-I’m sure Mikes... after all there are only about twenty guys three years older than me who just have to do a stupid portrait... W-What could go wrong?"
Okay, I'm terrified, but I don't want to give up and let that damn bastard that my professor wins. Indeed, he promised me that I can skip the next exam if I will spend two hours or so in the classroom while the students portrait me for their exam.
Art students have always been the craziest ones, with the craziest clothes, haircuts and ideas for their future... Posing like a fucking model in front of them certainly doesn't make me feel comfortable, but the next exam I have zero possibilities of success, so...
“And let all those weirdos watch you like an animal in the zoo? There's also my brother in there and he's crazy himself, I don’t want to think about the others! Frankie, if you get out of there alive you will officially become my hero."
He is so dramatic!
"Mikey, fuck you."
He smiles at me and opens the door for me, making a gesture to invite me to enter and so I do. I close my eyes, take a deep breath and enter that room that smells of paints and dirty brushes.
"Here is your exam ready to be done!"
He’s so nice, this professor is really kind and lovable, but I have to keep calm and be nice and obedient if I want to skip the next exam. I forcibly smile at him.
"This is Frank and he kindly volunteer to pose for you for a very specific reason..."
Wait, what the hell is he talking about?
“…And this reason are his tattoos. Portrait a random person is an everyday thing, but you guys have to prove to me that you are artists, so I got you a more interesting model. Take off your shirt Iero."
He's kidding, isn't he!?
I’m okay to pose like an idiot in order to skip the next exam, but I keep my shirt on. There are lots of boys! Oh my God, what if I’m chubby? Maybe the pizza I ate yesterday made me put on weight and everyone will laugh at me... That bastard of a professor! He should have made things clear from the beginning. However, how does he know about my tattoos?
"Professor I-I would prefer to keep my clothes on..." I say while becoming red as a tomato and everyone start to laugh at me... I'm so ridiculous in cases like these.
“Oh, but I didn't ask you to totally undress! Just the shirt Iero, we don't need the striptease yet."
And everyone starts again to laugh out loud at me. I’m so embarrassed...
"You didn't tell me, so I won't take my shirt off." He glares at me and sighs, then grins, for then starting to talk directly in my ear.
“We had an agreement I think... Do you think that I make all the desperate students who posed as models skip exams? I did it only for you for your goddamn tattoos, so I will never make you skip the next exam if you don’t take off your shirt, even if you beg me."
Oh my God is he threatening me?
I have no choice.
I begin to take off my shirt and when it finally touches the ground, I feel everyone's eyes staring at me from head to toe... What a horrible idea.
I have never felt so naked and exposed in my whole life and so I start biting the piercing on my lip, feeling nervous and ashamed of my own body.
"Would you mind turning around a bit before starting? I would like to see better all of your tattoos."
A guy sitting in the second row asks me, so I look up at him and my breath stops for a moment.
Perfection exists.
Pale skin, sweet brown eyes, thin pink lips and black hair held back by a rubber band.
An angel, my God, I just saw an angel.
"Sorry, you should... emh... turn."
“Y-Yes sure! Sorry...”
Another shameful episode, red cheeks as fire and more laughter! In these cases, where my stupidity takes over my life, it is impossible for me not to hate myself.
“Well, you have exactly four hours and thirty minutes from now. Good luck!"
What!?
Four hours?? Mikey was right, I should have never accepted.
I sit on the stool, half naked, uncomfortable and embarrassed and I pray that these four hours pass quickly.
At least in the meantime I can admire the angel in front of me who is... Oh God. He’s staring at me while smiling and he’s so beautiful! But what I am saying? He’s staring at me because he's doing a portrait of me, come on. I must have imagined the smile, because it can only be that way... No, he is really smiling at me.
I blush like a dork and smile at him in turn, praying that no one has noticed it and then I immediately look down at my feet.
That boy with hair stained with paint and a brush behind his ear is really the most amazing thing I have ever laid eyes on, as his embarrassed and sweet smile is too beautiful and I cannot help but feeling like a fag in cases like these...
Time goes by and I think I've blushed about every five minutes, but it doesn't matter, as the boy hasn't stopped smiling at me not even for a moment and my poor heart is about to explode with joy.
"Time out! Give me your paintings guys." The last remaining students, sexy angel included, get up to give their paintings to the professor, so that I have the opportunity to admire but above all to feel disgusted after seeing how some of them have painted my precious tattoos.
I quickly put my shirt back on, I get up, take my backpack and look up in search of the boy but he has disappeared… Fuck.
I leave the classroom heartbroken, looking with hate at the professor and trying to take my cell phone from my backpack to call Mikey, but when I do so, I find something that isn't mine...
I pull out a drawing, a pencil sketch of me sitting on that damn stool, but without pants and... underwear, with the "part" blackened so that it's nothing porn or embarrassing, as if a portrait of me like a porn star cannot be considered embarrassing.
“Frank, I think you are just beautiful.
My room is number 113, will you come to visit me with your adorable red cheeks?"
G.W.
And I cannot help but jump and laugh full of joy.
Oh my God, the sexy angel wants to see me, in his room, and he thinks I'm beautiful!
But I immediately reconsider this choice, because what if it wasn't him? There is only written G.W. and I don't know his name, so it could be anyone... I just hope it's not some ugly, smelly guy or even a girl.
Maybe I shouldn't go... or yes? Dammit!
Did I already mention that I hate myself in cases like these?
*****
I've never been a smart person and now, while I'm here in front of door 113 with sweaty hands and a pounding heart, I’m definitely demonstrating how much of an idiot I am.
I hear footsteps on the other side of the door and with every step that approaches my heart beat harder and harder.
"Who is it?"
Man, it sounds like his voice...
"F-Frank... the model from this morning..." Did I just define myself a model? Can I be more stupid than that?
I hold my breath as the door opens and when I finally see the boy's face lit up with a smile, I can't help but smile back.
"I knew it!" I yell, proving more and more how stupid I am.
"What do you mean?" He asks me confused not losing his smile, leaning against the door and therefore showing me his beautiful "outfit", consisting in a black T-shirt three sizes more, Batman's pajama pants, bare feet and loose, unkempt hair.
I could just come for this vision…
“I… I mean, I didn't know if G.W. was you or not and so... I was hoping it was you and luckily it is, I mean, if you had been some other boy, I would have run away... "
I’m so stupid… I cannot help but blush again.
"Come in." He says with a smile, taking me by the hand and making me enter into his room, then closing the door behind us. We're alone now and I'm damn attracted to him and his crooked sweet smile.
Heaven helps me!
"I’m Gerard by the way, and what I wrote on the drawing is true ... You are beautiful Frank and it was an honor to take a portrait of you."
Dying of a heart attack at twenty is not what I dreamed of, oh no.
"I-I don't ... think that, well, I-"
“Sssssht, you are gorgeous. Come here." He whispers in my ear and then takes my hand again to make me sit on the edge of his bed, with black blanket and pink sheets.
Everyone is aware of the “one night stand” experiences, but it never happened to me! I'm a freshman, everything is new to me and this Gerard boy is rocking my life with a couple of sentences and breathtaking smiles.
Would I look very slutty if I jumped on him to kiss him?
"You want some?" He asks, while handing me a donut, the kind of you get fat just by looking at them. Okay, I didn't expect it. Shouldn't he have jumped on me and... yeah, I mean, isn't that how it works?
"N-No thanks ..." I'm very nervous, I can't even speak. Fuck.
“You are really adorable, you know? You don't have to be embarrassed, I mean, look at my damn clothes! I should be the one to feel embarrassed. " I laugh and blush profusely and then I bite my lip and torture my piercing as I always do when I am uncomfortable.
“That poor little ring looks good... You ate it all the time this morning. Maybe I could try to taste it too later, what do you think?"
Oh my God yes! Now, immediately, you don’t even have to ask!
I nod and blush at the same time and in the meanwhile I hear Gerard laughing.
“You are irresistible, you know? Anyway, if I were you, I would try that, it is very good. I've already eaten one before, because I'm thin and so I can eat it, right?" He says with an ironic tone, touching that adorable little fat on his stomach. I don't know what to say... I mean, Gerard is just a stranger for me, and it is true that he isn't exactly thin, but he's not fat either.
What do people usually say in these cases?
"I love donuts, I eat way too many, but I can't help that... You don't like them?"
I’m so confused… I didn't come here to talk about donuts! I'm sitting on your bed Gerard, shouldn't you sit next to me, or better to say on me, and kiss me so maybe touch me?
I just move my head to say no, because indeed I hate donuts and all their icing, too sticky and therefore disgusting, so I'm sorry to disappoint him, but donuts are the evil of pastry.
"Oh no? And what do you like?”
I decide to make him happy, so maybe we can move on to something else if I answer his stupid question.
"Cupcakes..." I whisper, biting my lip again.
"Yes, you look like someone who eats cupcakes now that I think about it... In fact, you really look like one of them. So small, sweet and inviting…” He says while getting closer to me.
Cupcakes be praised!
"You make me want to taste you if you continue to bite your poor lip like that, you know Frank?"
Just do it! Please...
"It looks like you have a very good, delicious taste... Can I give you at least one bite?"
That’s my occasion.
“Gerard, if I have to be honest, I'm not expecting anything else. Eat me like you would eat that fucking donut, without leaving a single crumb."
Sometimes I know how to be a slut, so what? However, it seems that he liked my invitation, since the light in his eyes is giving me enough confidence.
"You are mine." And his lips finally meet mine.
He makes me lie down on the bed and climbs on top of me, with his tongue playing with my lip piercing in the meantime and his hands rising under my shirt, touching my chest and making me shiver. His kisses taste like donut, cigarette and coffee and I swear there is no more exciting flavor than this.
"You taste so good..." He says in a whisper on my lips, for then quickly taking off my shirt and smiling as soon as his eyes meet my tattoos, so that I give him a few minutes to admire them, contemplate them and... lick them all.
"Fuck!" I squeal without really wanting to, but I can't help myself because I just didn't expect it. His tongue is so hot and his hands so cold… If he continues like that, he will make me cum before we even really start!
"Do you like that?" I gasp a "yes" with great effort as I lean my head back on the pillow, feeling his mouth around my navel.
A little further down... come on, please.
Suddenly, to my enormous sadness, he goes up to my neck, and begins to bite and kiss the place where the scorpion tattoo is.
I no longer have a dignity, since my face is totally red, and I’m completely sweaty, excited beyond all limits and my hands have moved on Gerard's ass which, let's face it, is a pretty nice ass.
I feel him laughing against my neck when a decidedly obscene moan escapes my lips.
“Finish undressing sweetie, I need to see your whole body so that maybe the next drawing can be complete...” He whispers in my ear, then standing up so that I don't need him to repeat it twice.
Within thirty seconds I'm naked, from head to toe, sitting cross-legged on the bed to better watch his striptease, so I can only thanks cupcakes for their existence.
When his boxers hit the ground, I can't help but be amazed because, well...
"I-I’m disgusting, I know, maybe I should have kept the shirt on, because maybe you were expecting a muscled boy and not a fat one... I-I'm sorry, don't go away, okay? I'll get dressed right away, sorry...”
What is he saying? Pushed by some unmotivated affection, I immediately get up to hug him tightly, making our lips meet and start a new sweet kiss.
“Shut up, you are beautiful. It's just that… I-I don't know how to say it without making it sound weird…”
I feel him laugh against my neck again, so that I hope he has understood what I mean and that he will avoid making me humiliate myself by saying it.
"Say it, come on, I want to hear you say that..." He's such a bastard!
“You’re… well… huge…? I mean! That’s huge, and… Oooh come on Gerard! I think you have understood what I mean!” I’ve never felt so ashamed in my whole life, since I have never felt so embarrassed as in this moment.
Contrary to what I had thought, he does not burst out laughing, but rather strokes my cheek in a very sweet and tender way, kissing my cheek and then leaning his forehead against mine as we stare at each other for a few minutes, with his hand slowly caressing my cheek.
The meaning of “one night stand” shouldn't be sex, sex and more sex? This gesture seems anything but erotic... I feel loved, appreciated and so damn good.
What the heck are you doing Gerard!? You don't know how romantic I am, skip this part or at the end I'll beg you to become my boyfriend and cuddle all day long.
He gives me one last sweet kiss on the lips and makes me lie down on the bed again.
"How can you be so beautiful, can you tell me?"
I smile like a dork, knowing that with this sentence he has just won a good half hour of cuddles at the end.
"S-Stop it, it's not true!" I say with a hysterical voice and he doesn't waste time kissing the silly smile on my lips.
"Get on your stomach, I have an idea.”
I have an idea... These three simple words are enough for me to obey instantly and so here I am, lying on a stranger's bed, naked and completely exposed, excited beyond all limits and increasingly embarrassed.
I feel him climbing up on me and bending over my neck to kiss and torture me as he did just before, so I moan in response, feeling a shiver of pleasure going down my spine.
“Your skin tastes so good Frank, you should taste yourself. You create addiction, my little cupcake…"
I find myself moaning again and I immediately push my body against him, caving as much physical contact as possible.
He has won another half hour of cuddles just from that “my little cupcake”.
He starts to go down, leaving kisses and hickeys on my back, until he reaches the place where I so desperately need him to be, but he suddenly stops for a moment making me die of desire and expectation.
I don’t think my ass is such a work of art, so staring at it for so long seems a bit suspicious…
Before I can even open my mouth, I feel his tongue so damn hot and wet inside me that makes me immediately stop to think and it also makes me moan in a very obscene way, followed by many other embarrassing sounds and whimpers.
"My God Frankie you taste so good..." He says as he continues to do his job and soon after adding a finger, so that what comes to my ears is little more than a whisper, a very confused and exciting whisper.
I can't articulate a right sentence, since the pleasure is too intense, and Gerard's tongue is so good...
"More, please..." I manage to say at the end, so that he gets up, kisses both my buttocks and goes up, licking the whole spine and thus making me arch my back and open my mouth to search as much oxygen as possible.
"I would say that you are more than perfect sweetie, can I finish eating you now?" He whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe.
"Y-Yes, please..." He gives me a last kiss under the ear, and then positions himself better on me and stares at me for a few moments more.
"Gerard I beg you, I'm going to die if you continue to stare at me, do something…!" I desperately ask him, because by now my dignity no longer exists and the desire is making me explode.
“Oh you beg me? My God you’re such a turn on…” He laughs one last time and then starts to slowly push himself inside me.
Yes, indeed he is definitely huge.
He starts to move slowly in order to not hurt me, while he whispers in my ear "now the pain it's over" or "I'm so sorry, sweetie" or "I don't want to hurt you", so that I feel so loved and at ease with him, but despite his concern for me and his kisses to make the pain ends, I can't help but feel a few tears running down my face.
"Sorry Frankie, let's stop, okay? Don’t want to hurt you, I-I thought you-"
"N-No!" I practically scream finally feeling a wave of pleasure rising up my spine.
"Please Gerard, I need more, more, more ..." I beg him again, squeezing his hand and smiling happily when I hear him hide his face in the space next to my neck.
Unfortunately, we go on for, in my opinion, a short time, because I was already at the limit when he started licking my tattoos and now, I could not hold back for long...
I’m so sad that it did not last longer since after a few minutes the pleasure was so strong that I could have go on like this forever.
However, not long after, I feel him moaning loudly and coming on my back and I don't think there's a single thing more exciting than this in the whole world.
We lie down next to each other panting for a few minutes, smiling at each other and laughing a little, until we convince ourselves to clean ourselves and then lie back on the bed again, wrapped in his adorable pink blankets that smell of sweet and bubble bath.
"What do you want to do now baby?" He asks, slowly stroking my hand and making my stomach flips.
"Cuddles?" I ask softly, feeling embarrassed and childish, but Gerard simply smiles at me, turning me on my side and hugging me tightly from behind, leaving small and sweet kisses on my neck and making our bodies fit perfectly.
"You really are a sweet cupcake, baby..." He whispers before falling asleep, so that I follow him instantly, falling asleep with a smile on my lips and the warmth of his breath to gently caress my neck.
Fuck the experience from a “one night stand”, I said that too much tenderness makes me think strange things...
Dear Gerard, you are getting yourself into a very huge mess…
*****
Waking up surrounded by the warmth of his arms makes me feel more and more loved and safe, so I decide that if I don't want to make the situation even worse, I have to leave instantly this room that smells of sweets, paints, cigarettes and Gerard.
I slip out of his embrace, put on my jeans without underwear because heaven knows where they are, and then I bend down to pick up my shirt from the floor, trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Are you leaving without saying goodbye?"
Fuck.
Go back to sleep Gerard! If I see you like this, half asleep and wrapped only in these adorable blankets, I won’t be able to stop myself from coming back to you and kissing you!
But it’s too late...
I sit on the edge of the bed and I turn to him, caressing his arm. He’s just so beautiful...
“You were running away, weren't you?" He asks me in a sad voice, gently stroking my thigh.
“Isn't that how it works? Just one time...” I reply with a voice full of sadness and feeling embarrassed again.
“Actually, no" he says taking me totally off guard and sitting down next to me, making me immediately remember that he's naked... “I wanted to ask you if I can portrait you one more time, maybe two, or maybe a thousand times...” he softly smiles at me “I-I have felt something Frank when I painted you and, well… fucked you, and you are also the prettiest guy, I mean! The prettiest model I have ever seen, so… What do you say? Do you want to pose for me one more time?"
Is he kidding me?
"Of course I want to! When?"
"Now, and for this reason... Would you mind undressing again?"
I smile and take off my shirt but, before standing up to take my pants off too, I turn to him and I give him a quick kiss.
Fuck. Maybe I shouldn't have...
I try to move away quickly but one of his hands takes my neck from behind and makes our lips, our tongues, meet again...
“Stay with me today, you're booked cupcake. Let's skip classes."
Of course we skip them!
Dear Gerard, you got yourself in a very huge mess...
*****
"Tell me why you find my eyes so pretty!" He rolls his eyes but smiling in the meanwhile and moving some of his unkempt hair behind the ear.
"I've already told you a thousand times, your eyes are simply beautiful." And after that, he leans towards me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
"If you say so..." I mutter sitting down better and smiling sweetly at him.
A lot of things have changed during this week...
Gee made more than a couple of portraits and every day he dedicated it to a specific part of my body: my mouth, my hands, my profile, my hair or like today, my eyes.
The rules are always the same, so no clothes for the both of us, since Gee is used to say that “nude is more inspiring”, and at least two hours of portrait to then have the "reward"... Sometimes we end up with cuddles, but sometimes with blowjobs and things like that and I never broke the rules, always obedient and always naked, so six days a week I got what I wanted. Only one day we had to stop, because Mikey showed up in the room and almost died from laughing and embarrassment.
"Frank, so the mysterious guy you fuck is my brother!?" God, it was awful...
However, it was the best week of my useless existence, I must admit. Gee is extremely sweet and cuddly, with his soft body that makes everything even more cuddly, and by now we are both fond of each other, even if maybe I’m a little more attached to him, but it doesn't matter...right?
Now, while he is carefully drawing my eyes, I can't help but think about how it will end, I mean, we spent a heavenly week, how long does he want to continue? Don't get me wrong, I love this situation, but perhaps what I feel for Gerard is a little more than simple affection and physical attraction...
"What are you thinking about Frankie?"
He found out that something is wrong, as always...
"N-Nothing ..." I reply, looking down and biting the piercing on my lip.
In response, he puts the drawing aside, approaches me, moves his legs around my hips and makes me look up, so that I immediately meet his beautiful eyes.
"Baby, I don’t believe you... What’s wrong? You can tell me."
"That's exactly what I mean!" he looks at me perplexed and frowns in confusion "Y-You are so tender and sweet and caring, you treat me like I am your boyfriend, always ready with lots of compliments, kisses, cuddles and portraits and I-I... I..."
He smiles at me and kisses me on the cheek, so I think he understood what I mean, as he always does. Indeed, Gee has this ability to immediately understand me, as if we were united, which sometimes scares me a little.
"And you're falling in love with me, aren't you?"
My heart stops.
I blush like never before and I look down again. I can't look at him, not now.
"Y-Yes..."
He hugs me tightly and starts to fill with kisses the space between my shoulder and neck, making me laugh like a kid.
“Gee! Stop it!" I hear him laugh on my neck and then stops with the kisses to meet my gaze again.
“You know, it's more than okay that you're falling in love with me, because I already am since the first portrait. My concept of love may seem strange to you, but every time I look at one of your portraits I smile and fall in love with you a little more... If during this week you would not fallen in love too, then it meant that either I am a bad artist or... I really suck at making love!"
I laugh and hug him more and more, feeling happy, complete and finally at peace with myself.
"Does it mean that... we can try to be together?" I ask him in order to be completely sure I have understood what he just said.
"This means that we can and must be together." I smile even more and I kiss him, I kiss him because it is right to do so and because he said that we are together, that he is finally mine.
"You still taste of damn donut, you know Gee?" I feel him laughing on my lips.
"Oh that will be the last time, from now on I'll only eat cupcakes, one in particular..."
It is said that if an artist falls in love with you then you will never die, as they will continue to make you live in their works, and I can only agree with that.
Every time I look at a painting Gerard made, it is impossible for me not to see the love he put into it and the love he feels for me...
An artist fell in love with me and I fell in love with this artist and so finally with myself through his works, his beautiful paintings and all the love he puts in them.