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“I won’t sell unless I do, because I don’t share much of myself with the public. Hell, I’ve only come to one premiere. My paintings are personal enough, but this right here, you in my bed”—I point to the sketch—“is as personal as they come. I’d not sell it, or the others in my collection, without your permission.”
“Wait, there are others. More than this?”
“Yeah, there are, but there will be more too.”
Ashton drums his fingers against where he’s resting them on my arm. “Funny you mention your dad’s boat. Something clicked with me the other day withThe Bride. I came home and had it done in six hours. And now it’s my turn to admit, I drew this with you in mind. You gave me the inspiration to tell her story. And I think I have. The new name of this painting isThe One.”
He pulls me to the other side of the reception area. “You’re the reason I completed this. You should do the honors.” He straightens his shoulders next to me. There’s a confidence in him. Do I instill that? He waves a hand at me. “Come on. I want you to reveal it.”
I’m the one with shaky hands, but I carefully draw the sheet back. Once I see the horizon, I drop the entire cover, completely floored. If awe can chemically change my response to art, this is the example. I’ll never look upon the colors of yellows, blues, golds, pinks and burnt oranges without thinking of Ashton’s painting. If an experience can be life altering, this is the moment. The boat, the way it’s painted, in abstract form but still looks like my father’s, reflects my own influence in his art, as Ash has done for me. This is bold. Sure, the colors aren’t, but it’s his depiction of a bride fleeing her wedding, running toward the person she has a deep connection with. I see the story in his picture.
I can’t articulate words of how this painting inspires me. It’s like describing a shooting star.
“Holy shit. This is nothing like what you shared with me a couple days ago. Ashton, honey, this is…” A tear falls down my cheek. I’ve never had as much of a reaction to another person’s art as I am with his right now. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Ash. I’m so fucking proud of you. And the abstract art on the outside, it’s so fucking perfect. So beautiful.”
I can’t wait. I grab him, and not gently either. He comes willingly, but still, I push him against the nearest wall, my hand moving up his torso and resting near his face. My body blocks his escape. But there’s a smoldering look in his eyes and his body squirms closer to my touch. I know he doesn’t want to get away from me.
“Noah, babe, is this a good idea?”
I clutch his chin with my fingers, moving my hands from the wall to his neck. Not too rough, but not gentle, my touch on him is every bit as possessive as I feel.
“We can and we fucking will.” Even if it’s just for him, because in his painting, he’s given meeverything.
“Kate…”
“Kate most likely expects us to fuck, after what you just showed me. I’ve never felt closer to another as I do with you in the moment.”
I had every intention of blowing him, and waiting until we were back in my loft to fuck. It’s the intimacy I crave with Ash, more than just pure sex. I twist him around, pushing him into the wall, tugging down his track pants. “Love that fucking easy access,” I whisper into his ear.
I rip his T-shirt from his body; I’ll need it as to not ruin Kate’s walls. I don’t want a quick fuck with him. This is about closeness, and how we both find inspiration in the other. Sharing my art with him is an act of intimacy in and of itself. After all, anyone can see my body. But no one sees inside my soul, except for him.
My cock presses into his crack, the friction a preview of what’s to come. “I want to know every fucking thing about you, Ash.”
He doesn’t speak, even when I start to stroke his cock from his balls to his tip. “If I was given a chance to create the perfect partner, I could never make someone as perfect as you.”
I roll my hips, my cock pressing against his hole. Sadly, I came with no lube. Thank fuck I have a condom.
I’m in no hurry, though I should be. The thrill of Kate walking in on us, that fear, used to be a kink. Right now, though, it’s about our seclusion, togetherness, and tenderness.
His hands reach behind me, tugging my hips closer to him. “You want me as much as I want you.”
“I. Never. Denied. It,” he forces out, pushing his ass closer to me.
“I need lube, babe. I won’t hurt you.”
The thought of Ashton physically hurting causes me pain. I’d hurt myself before I let pain touch his life. But I don’t question us, the quickness or the closeness. It’s more relief that there’s someone in this world who was made specifically for me.
My lips explore the muscular beauty of his back, stroking his cock and peppering kisses down his skin.
His hand finds my dick, and his fingers work magically over the smoothness of my shaft.
“Tell me,” I command, my tongue running down his ear.
“Tell you what?” he asks, his breathing coming hard, his hand sliding up and down my cock.
“What this is between us.”
He tips his head, watching me from the corner of his eye. “This is us. Ash and Noah. How we were always meant to be. This is a future. This is…fuck! Oh, babe, I’m about to come.”
