(Heh. Sorry, I don't speak slang.
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Hein turned around from sharpening his charcoal stick, the fresh piece of paper awaiting him. He lifted his head and promptly dropped the stick of charcoal he had so lovingly shaped, snapping it in two. Seeing Brendon Heart right in front of him wanted to make Hein scream in frustration. Was this guy ever going to give up?
But then again, Brendon looked as shocked as Hein was, so maybe it was time a give him the benefit of the doubt. Hein felt his cheeks flush but he looked away as Mr. Breeze began to strip Brendon's robe off him. It was such an awkward moment: Hein could literally hear people swooning or gasping, but he decided to leave it to the moment when he was about to draw.
He heard Mr. Breeze instructing them to draw, and Hein lifted his head. The pose was undeniably sexy: Taylor had his hands holding to both sides of Brendon's head, both were facing each other, staring into each others' eyes. Brendon's hands were placed on Taylor's chest, resting slightly and moving with each breath that Taylor took. It was almost surreal. It was like some dream, and there was an awesome sense of beauty to it. Of course it made Hein very totally jealous too.
I bet he's getting back at me for having run away from him just now, Hein thought. He fleshed out the two human forms in circles, rectangles and triangles, slowly building up the dark contours of dramatic musculature. Brendon was a gym whore: Hein could tell from the beautifully defined abs that Brendon held, and that was just one of his many features. The artist shook his head, concentrating on his drawing.
Brendon was also much darker than Taylor. Hein had a hard time mimicking that wonderful skin tone in charcoal without making him look like a lump of black. Even after he had detailed both figures down to every last braid of Taylor's, Hein chose to fuss over the drawing, carefully dabbing his eraser here and there, covering up minor imperfections. He was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice the time: everyone had more or less finished and he was the only one still fussing over his drawing.
He heard a very loud cough, then the next half-hour bell. Of course, there was one more pose, or at least he hoped, but Hein had NO IDEA what was in store for him...
(I'm really sorry to KingBice for not having seen your post
http://yaoiai.com/forum/showpost.php...70&postcount=5 I don't remember seeing it at all for some weird reason. Only saw it today when I re-read the previous posts. Are you still here? D: )