The paintings all depicted lustful scenes with some dark backdrop and all of them having two men. Anthony wasn't shameful at all of his artwork. He watched the younger male observe them with blushing cheeks. "You like them?"

"MMmmm," Alex moaned contently, staring at the pictures. He turned and said, "Oh yes. Very erotic." His eyes then grew wide, and he turned away, having gotten an erection from seeing the pictures.

Anthony raised an eyebrow from what he heard, then he went blank-faced and he walked over to where James was standing. He roughly set his mug on the stool and he pushed the younger male against the wall while he stared hard at him. Something about that moan...it made him think James was a good actor, that he was just good at being naive and acting oblivious. Anthony felt like he got fooled by a pair of pretty eyes...again. He reached down and roughly began massaging the brunette's erection over the material of his pants and he didn't say a word.

James gasped when he began to touch him there, and moved away from his touch, confused and embarrased. "What are you doing," He asked, his face bright red.

"I should've never fallen for those eyes of yours...but, you are a great actor. How much of what you said was a lie, or did you lie to me the whole time?" Anthony growled softly as he dug his hand into James' pants to roughly rub the other male over his underwear.

James whimpered under his touch and looked into his eyes, "Why do you think I'm lying to you." He then mumbled, "I'm turned on by your pictures."

Anthony paused for a moment as he searched the other male's face. He didn't see any sign of deceit, but then again he couldn't help but wonder if there was anything being that innocence. He pulled back slowly from the younger male and picked up his mug filled with alcohol without saying a word and he left the room in a slow trudge.

James whimpered a little, unsure what to think. "That was odd," He thought, heading towards the living room area. Sitting on the sofa, he opened his bag, taking out a book on Art history, reading it slowly.

Anthony remained silent as he walked to the kitchen area where he leaned on the island and watched James come in and sit on the couch. He should say something...but what? "Sorry I almost molested you because I'm insecure or antisocial?". That didn't sound right in his head, so he remained quiet and emptied his mug with quiet gulps. He didn't tell James what he'd been through, so there's no way the kid would guess what would set him off next time, if ever.

He noticed him out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing, focus on his reading, embarrased by what happened too. However, he did enjoy it, at least a little bit.