|happier_bunny (happier_bunny) wrote in qaf_scavenger,|
@ 2009-10-30 18:47:00
|Entry tags:||2009 fall contest|
Post # 29
Title: Red Leaves
Challenge Category: Leaves
Notes: Thank you to my wonderful beta, ahaw9913. Also giant thanks to happier_bunny for hosting the fall themed challenge.
I was completely lacking inspiration. I had already done all the busy work, prepping the canvases and making sure that I had all the supplies I needed. I was ready to paint, only I had no ideas; not even bad or impossible ones, just nothing. It was driving me crazy. I had exactly four weeks to produce three more canvases.
David, the owner of the gallery, which held my first solo show a few months ago, was a friend of the owner of the new gallery that wanted to show my work. Alistar, the owner, had seen my show at David’s gallery and he was really excited that he had the opportunity to show my work. He asked to show seven of my pieces for his “Young Artists” group show. I was never sure about him, but I always got the impression that he was checking me out but too shy to act on it.
Regardless, he wanted to show my work and he was paying me in advance to even show my work, which almost never happens. I had four canvases finished, only one of which I liked. My feelings about the other three ranged from ambivalent to hatred. The only reason those three had been saved is because I know they will sell for big bucks. To me they look like a rudimentary approach to color, light, and shade. But I know that some rich New York aristocrat will buy it and show it off as their prized piece of artwork. I hated doing it; it felt like I was selling out. But if I occasionally jump through their hoops, I am able to do more of what I want and spend time finding what makes me happy, besides Brian.
I had spent the last week staring at my stretched canvases and chain smoking in my studio. I was hoping that suddenly something would inspire me and I would pull a few all-nighters and have the paintings done in plenty of time to relax before the show. At the rate this was going, I was going to be lucky to have dry paint on all of them before I had to pack them to ship them to the gallery in New York.
My phone ringing startled me from the daze I was in. “Hello?” I said trying to shake the fuzz out of my head.
“I am so jealous, I wish I could just take naps all afternoon and call it working.”
“What?” I cleared my throat and scrubbed at my face. I looked down to see the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. “Fuck!”
“Something wrong?” He said, mocking concern in his voice, with a hint of honesty behind it.
“Oh nothing; well I just realized that I have smoked a lot today. That might be why it sounds like I was asleep.”
“OK,” he sounded skeptical, “How’s the painting coming?”
“Peachy.” I cut him off; I didn’t want to talk about it. I lit another cigarette.
“Justin, don’t smoke any more this afternoon, you are going to set the smoke alarms off.”
“I already unplugged the one in my studio. It was driving me crazy; it kept going off.”
Brian laughed at me, “They are installed so that you are warned when the smoke in a room becomes too much for your lungs to handle.”
I was more aware than I’d been before, but I still felt like my head was surrounded by fog. “So, what’s up?”
“Oh, well that sounds like a dangerous situation. Do you need me to come help you down?” I asked, feeling the fog finally lifting.
“I wish. I’ve got meetings all afternoon with Eyeconics and Brown.”
“Damn, you had me excited for a minute there,” I said in the most seductive voice possible. As soon as he mentioned it, I was completely interested and ready to drive to Kinnetik for an afternoon quickie. I figured a change of scenery would be a good thing.
“Not today. Do you want to go to the Diner and then Babylon tonight? My meetings will most likely run late.” To the untrained ear, he sounded completely cool and under control. I knew better, under his calm exterior he was completely out of control; if you knew where to listen for it, it wasn’t hard to hear.
“Do you want to meet at the loft before going to the diner? That way you can change and I can help you with your not-so-little problem.”
“I’ll see you about seven. Later.”
I was barely able to say ‘later’ before he shut the phone, most likely to go quickly jerk off in the bathroom before his meetings. Just thinking about Brian needing to relieve himself before the meetings made me incredibly hard. Well, at least I wasn’t going to spend the whole afternoon chain smoking.
A little after five, I was sick of the house. I had spent the last week alternating between staring at the canvases, hoping they would speak to me, and pacing aimlessly around the house and grounds. Thank God Brian had bought such a large house, I could pace for nearly an hour without seeing the same thing. I decided to drive in to Pittsburgh and hope that the loft would inspire me. It had inspired a lot of things over the years: joy, rage, fear, sadness, pain, laughter, and most importantly hardness. But I wasn't too hopeful.
When I got to the loft it was almost six, I had about an hour to wait until Brian would be there. I paced around for a minute, looking at everything-untouched since the last time we were here-almost two weeks ago. I opened up the drawer where I knew Brian kept his stash of pot and other illegal substances. He was going to bring it all to Britin, but I convinced him that there would be times when one or both of us would want it while we were no where near the house. He left a small supply of everything.
I rolled myself a joint and walked over to the window and stared out. The sky was starting to get dark and I could see a breeze blowing through the trees outside. The leaves had already started changing colors. They were filled with bright reds, yellows, and even some orange. They were falling in the wind and fluttering down to the ground. I opened a window so I could feel the breeze, hear it rustling through the leaves, and smell the delicious smell that only fall has.
A stronger gust of wind came and blew quite a few leaves off the trees. A smaller red leaf blew in through the open window right next to me. It fluttered down to the ground, reminding me of the way the confetti flitted down from the ceiling at Babylon. I picked up the leaf; it was so small and perfectly shaped. I stubbed out the joint and grabbed the sketchbook I kept in the loft for occasions like these; for those sudden bursts of inspiration, and started to sketch.
I first drew just the leaf by itself, but then it looked like it needed something else. I kept drawing leaves, from all different angles and sizes. Eventually the page was filled with tons of leaves that looked like they were falling. I put down my pencil and stared at it. It looked like the leaves were being swirled around in the wind. The idea suddenly hit me, Leaves. I would paint leaves falling. Small splotches of color on a dark brown background. The ideas were flowing through my head and I started to sketch my ideas for the next paintings.
"I see you found your inspiration." Brian said, standing behind me. I most likely jumped about a foot off the couch, startled. I turned around to look at him, he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and jeans. He had clearly been here for a while, since he had already changed.
"Hey, you're here."
"You're powers of deduction never cease to amaze me. I've been here for almost 15 minutes." He said walking around the couch and sitting down next to me. "What inspired you?"
I put my pencil down and turned to look at him, "Honestly. A leaf blew into the open window and I started to draw it." I subconsciously started to rub my hand. Brian picked it up and started to give it a gentle massage.
"I'm glad you found it again. It'll be nice to have you working until the wee hours of the morning again; rather than pacing aimlessly around the house and smoking pack after pack of cigarette. Sleep deprivation is much better for you." He kept rubbing my hand, working out all the tightness; causing my eyes to roll back into my head and then my head to fall back onto the couch. "Feel good."
"Mmm. Yeah. Don't stop."
While still rubbing my hand, he maneuvered over to straddle my lap and started kissing and nipping at my exposed neck. I moaned and thrust my crotch up towards his. Brian caught my mouth with his and kissed me deeply while grinding in to my crotch. His hand stopped massaging and slid down to my stomach and under my shirt. I moved my hands to the waist of his jeans and slipped them inside and cupped his ass. He broke away from the kiss, and moved down to bite at the spot on my neck that made me crazy. He bit me hard, hard enough to cause me to sit up and look at him questioningly.
"I thought we were going to Babylon tonight?" he asked seductively.
I groaned; I knew where this was going. He was going to tease me all night long, keeping me right on the edge, before finally fucking me into the mattress. I started to protest when Brian grabbed my dick through my jeans and squeezed. I thrust up into his grasp, and I knew that I was going to be playing his game all night long.
When we got to Babylon it was already crowded. Brian had a few business things to take care of in his office, so I went to the bar to grab a drink while I was waiting. I found Emmett and his latest beau, Ted and Blake, and surprisingly enough Michael and Ben all hanging around the bar. I hadn't seen Michael at Babylon in a long time; he was always busy with the store or at home with Ben. I was nice to see everyone again. We were chatting about Ben's latest book, which had just been accepted by his publisher, and Emmett finally getting to rest after a long summer of weddings. After I finished my beer, Emmett dragged me out into the center of the dance floor for a few songs before going back to his beau.
I stayed out on the floor dancing with everyone and no one. Quite a few men tried to pick me up; I danced with them for a few minutes then always sent them away. The confetti was falling all around me, reminding me of the leaves from earlier. I decided that I was going to paint red, yellow, orange, and green specks falling from a grey sky. I could see the paintings taking shape in my head.
I was about ready to go find Brian and see what was taking him so long when someone started dancing very close behind me. I thrust my ass back into his crotch and continued to move in time with the music. Just as I was going to tell him to fuck off, he reached his arms around me and grabbed my cock while biting at my neck, I was ready to tell the ass hole that I was taken, when I turned around right into Brian's arms. I stood up on my toes so I could kiss him better. I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth using long strokes to massage his tongue. Brian grabbed my ass and pulled me to him; my crotch at the same level as his.
We continued dancing for a while, then the guys came over and joined us. Brian pulled Michael over and started dancing with him, all the while looking at me. After a bit, he pulled me back over and breathed in my ear, "I want your mouth on my cock in the next 30 seconds." I moaned and we practically ran into the back room.
We found a slightly more secluded corner of the back room, almost impossible on a Thursday night. Brian shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, while groping my crotch. I moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to explore more deeply. He took my hand and moved it from the back of his neck down to his dick and thrust into my palm. I used my free hand to forcefully turn him around and push him back against the wall. I kissed him once, hard and then moved down to undo his pants.
As soon as I had his jeans unzipped and pulled down, his cock sprang free. I gently lapped at the slit, tasting the leaking pre-come. I kept my touch light, driving him crazy with each gentle lap of my tongue. After a few minutes, his grip on my hair tightened, trying to push my mouth further around his straining cock. I took just the head into my mouth and sucked hard. He groaned and thrust into my mouth. I used his motion to take his length all the way inside my mouth. He gripped the back of my head hard, and started to thrust in and out. I hummed slightly. His movements became quick and jerky then he shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop and then gently licked him clean. He pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting himself in my mouth.
I slumped against him, enjoying the contact; grinding my painfully hard cock against his hip. The friction was amazing, almost enough to get me off. I reached down to pull my cock out of my pants and Brian grabbed my wrist. He broke the kiss and said, “Not yet, Sunshine.”
I groaned and said, “But…”
He squeezed my hard cock through my pants and then started to put himself back in his pants. He kissed me one more time, then pulled me behind him out of the backroom.
To be continued…