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HE PAINTS
Justin’s hands moves gracefully. Every stroke of his brush adds perspiration on his handsome face. Salty sweat drifts from his forehead to his neck…Down his throat…then chest. The summer afternoon denies the open windows of his Art Room - one of the largest rooms in Britin - any breeze. Justin places the brush down to take his shirt off revealing his sweaty torso, glistening in the sunlight. He isn’t aware that a pair of hazel eyes watches him …He continues painting; splashes of rich colors patches his skin. The owner of the eyes as if hypnotized, walks towards him…

THE VOYEUR
Brian feels the pit of his stomach jumps to the back of his throat as his car enters Britin’s driveway. He’s been gone for a week, meeting with new clients overseas. He looks up at the Art Room‘s open windows. He licks his lower lip, giving it a little bite as he feels something inside his Armani pants twitch. He can smell the aroma of rich oil paint in the air; he hurries upstairs pulling his tie off his neck…Brian peeks in the room, dropping his tie on the floor as Justin tosses his shirt, unaware of Brian’s presence…

HE'S HOME
Justin’s astonished to see Brian; his bright blue eyes lights up. Brian moves cautiously, eyes fixated on Justin and his flat stomach. Like a ghost in the night, Brian slides next to Justin, placing his right hand on the young man‘s abdomen; fingers lightly touching Justin‘s hair below his navel…A soft moan escapes Justin’s throat; Brian‘s face is now buried in his neck.
Working hard? Brian whispers in his ear, making each fiber of his being shiver in excitement. Brian circles Justin, giving him no chance to reply…his fingers passing his body like warm air in a hot summer night…

LIVING THE MOMENT
Justin’s arms and hands remains on his sides; his eyes closed, living the moment when his husband is right next to him…Feeling Brian's touch, letting him awaken his whole being. The only time he fully feel alive is when their skin touches; when their lips and noses exchanges spit and air…sharing their moment of life and energy. Brian’s wet tongue licks his salty neck, the tips of his fingers scratches on the paint patches on Justin’s chest and back. A tiny can of orange paint spills as Justin is forced to lean forward on his table next to his canvas…

LOVE
The can of paint rolls as Brian’s foot hits it as he moves closer to Justin. He lets his wandering hands feel his young husband’s hard body…He whispers something in Justin’s ear as he licks it…Making Justin beg. Yes, Justin says, I missed you. Brian’s hand then makes its way inside Justin’s jeans, groping a familiar flesh. It feels warm in his experienced hand.
A week without Justin…he thought.
You missed me? 
Brian doesn’t answer, instead he pulls Justin’s head towards his, kissing him feverishly. 
Brian’s eyes catches Justin’s latest masterpiece: him. 
It’s going in our bedroom, he tells Justin. 

JUSTIN
Justin drowns in ecstasy and lust, savoring each lick and bite that Brian plants on his bare flesh. Sweat and spit mixes with paint as naked skin rubs on each other. Justin’s knees are weak; his mind clouded, letting his feverishly body slide down on the hard wooden floor of the Art Room. Brian’s body follows…Justin lays on his stomach, Brian straddling his perfectly shaped ass…Brian’s hand caresses Justin’s nape, outlining the contour of his spine…
Beautiful…he sighs. He leans forward, kissing Justin on the cheek. Justin’s dreams and desires are his to fulfill; for his own is only Justin…

ON THE FLOOR
Brian pulls Justin’s jeans down exposing his ass; he pins the blond on the floor as he unzips his pants. One handedly, Brian covers his stiff dick with a rubber; his other hand plays with Justin’s hole. Justin’s nails scratches the wooden floor, the noise echoes lust in their heads. 
More…Justin begs. Brian licks his fingers then places it back inside Justin's body. Justin reaches for Brian, Fuck me. 
It’s deliriously intoxicating…Justin’s body writhes beneath Brian, taking him all in; using the hard floor to help Brian deepen his thrusts. Since Britin, they never seem to fuck in their bed.