"I still want my painting!"

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(Mature content)

Tamesh seems to still once again in position, as if frozen.

Blake feels like the artist is going to bail yet again but is taken a little by surprise when he takes his hands to Blake's buttoned down shirt. Blake swallows hard as he feels Tamesh's fingers slowly trace around his neck to rest at the loose material surrounding the top button.

Eyes are now trained on Blake's protruding collar bone. Blake's breath quickens at the intensity as Tamesh's lips part, breaths light as he whispers four words.

"Let me do this." 

Blake suddenly feels weak as he nods just slightly, allowing the artist to slowly unbutton the first fastening, the action slow, with Tamesh taking his sweet time.  His fingertips brush over Blake's smooth skin, exposing the defined chest bone in its entirety.

Fingers move to the next button, the action seemingly easier to undo than the first fastening as the loosening shirt reveals more skin as each button is popped open. 

Tamesh now lowers the garment from Blake's shoulders. The weight of the material allows it to fall down his arms. With Tamesh being able to pull the shirt from Blake's wrists completely. He lets it fall to the floor, before stepping forward again, hands stretching out, reaching forward to place on the model's bare chest. It felt like it was the first time Tamesh was seeing him. As if he was gazing at him through different eyes.

Blake closes his eyes as he feels the feather light touch of Tamesh's fingers brush over his chest and nipples. Hands are now moving south as Blake can feel a palm gently rub his toned abdomen. 

The action stills and Blake opens his eyes to see Tamesh gazing at him.

He doesn't speak, his stare strong as Blake feels the gaze bore holes into him, touching his soul. Tamesh pushes himself forward. Blake swears he can see a purplish glint in the artist's eyes, just for a split second until he is distracted by lips pressing forcibly against Blake's, ready and waiting for contact. 

Blake wastes no time in wrapping his arms around Tamesh's shoulders, fingers getting lost in his deep brown locks. The gap between them now non existent, they are chest to chest, as Tamesh rests his artistic hands on Blake's waist. He wedges a knee in between the model's thighs, making them part and causing Blake to moan into the kiss.

Tamesh begins to rub his thigh in between Blake's parted legs as he moves his kisses away from his reddening lips and begins to suck gently at the juncture between Blake's neck and shoulder. 

Blake lets his head rest back against the wall, the spotlights on the studio ceiling blinding him as he absent mindedly stares at them, relishing the rough but sensual kisses on his neck, coupled with the delicious friction being applied between his legs. His fists ball in Tamesh's hair, tugging at the artist's locks as everything around him suddenly begins to align. 

"Sh...shit!" Blake lets out a long moan as he reaches his height of pleasure, seemingly in time with the orchestra crescendo being played in the room from the sound system. 

Tamesh jerks his thigh forward a few more times until he feels the pull on his hair by Blake weaken.  He slowly lowers his knee, causing Blake's own knees to momentarily buckle slightly at the loss of support. Tamesh looks at the model once again. 

Blake sees the once confident artist moments before shrink before his eyes as Tamesh looks panicked and steps back a fraction. "I'm sorry...I've never... I'm sorry." 

Blake smiles at the flustered male before him. "Hey, it's ok." 

"All the same." Tamesh stoops down to pick up Blake's shirt and hands it back to him. "Maybe you should go." 

Blake looks at Tamesh a little in disbelief at what he was hearing. But seeing that the artist wasn't going to waiver and was still holding out his shirt for him to take, Blake ends up snatching it back. "I'm using your bathroom before I go." He says a little forcefully before stepping out of the studio. 

Tamesh watches the man leave, feelings of frustration burning within him. He had never acted that way with anyone. It was out of character.  He looks down on himself, he is rock hard and hates himself for it. What was the matter with him? Is this how Alfie always felt about the guys he dated? Tamesh never understood it, maybe until now. 

He tries to ignore these emotions, by tidying up the studio. It was getting late and maybe all he needed was a cool shower and good night's sleep. Everything would surely return to normal in the morning.

"So I guess I'll go then." Blake emerges once again in the doorway. 

Tamesh stops what he is doing and looks at Blake, who seems to have adopted his cocksure attitude, making Tamesh once again crawl back into his timid shell. 

"It's probably for the best." He mumbles, not being able to make eye contact with the model, instead choosing to randomly kick a stray paintbrush resting on the floor. 

He can hear the heavy sigh come from Blake. "I still want my painting, so I will go back to settle my debt." 

Tamesh now glances up at Blake. "You still want me to paint you?" He is surprised to say the least. 

"A deal is a deal." Blake replies dryly. "I'll be back tomorrow." He then turns and leaves, leaving Tamesh rendered speechless.  He is soon left alone with just his classical music to keep him company.

***

Blake heads into his apartment. The heat of the party is still in full swing, with the apartment beginning to look a little worse for wear. All this to get the guy! Blake thinks, chuckling to himself, wondering if his flatmate had had a better night than him. He looks around not being able to see Henry anywhere in the open planned living space.

He heads to his bedroom, passing Henry's closed one on the way. Should he check on his flatmate? He hadn't seen him all night.

Blake softly taps on the door. "Henry...are you in there?" He gets no response, so decides to try the handle. The door silently opens, just a crack for Blake to peek inside and see enough...no faces, no bare bodies, but sheets moving erratically accompanied with heavy breaths and moans.

Blake grins to himself as he pulls the door silently closed.  It seemed Henry's mission was a success! 

As he enters his own room, Blake immediately sheds his still rather soiled clothes, before pulling on a pair of PJ pants which were screwed up under his pillow. He lays on his back on the bed, reflecting on the unfolded events, pulling a remaining can from his dresser and popping it open. 

Sonny enters his mind. Having said the words to Tamesh out loud that he wants to see him seemed to have ignited a small spark within him, though he didn't know yet quite how he would go about it and as for Tamesh? Well, he was another mystery altogether. But Blake was determined to solve it!