The Painting of a Love
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charisstomaTitle: “The Painting of a Love: formerly A Work of Art.”
Author: charisstoma
Written for Sunday Snuggles m/m, first time posting to this site.
Content: An artist falls in love with his muse.
Oh to reproduce this composition in paint. Each canvas a highlight of that part of the person as filtered through the eyes and talent of a lover.
Word count: 1021
They’d lived in the same building for over a year now. Progressing through the various stages of nodding to each other in passing , holding desultory conversation in the elevator, and borrowing the odd item when it really was too inconvenient to pop out to the store for that missing ingredient. Kyle waited for the next level up between them an invitation to come over to drink a few beers while watching the game.
Instead he got the next better thing, a wet naked man at his front door with a towel suitably placed, pity that, and soap suds still clinging to his body. There were words of explanation and a plea to use his shower that bypassed Kyle’s cognitive abilities at the time, too busy as he was tracing the lines of the body in front of him with his eyes. He did remember nodding his head and stepping back to allow David to enter into his apartment, watching the rear view as the man walked by him on his way towards Kyle’s bathroom. It was a nice view and much better than the proverbial borrowing of a cup of sugar.
It was perhaps understandable that he’d be drinking a lot of coffee the morning after. Inspiration like David didn’t just walk through your door every day. There were two new canvases in progress in the sunlit areas of his living room and many sheets of drawing paper filled with smooth lines delineating the male nude figure. He’d made real progress with his portfolio but these wouldn’t be for sale at his next showing. A small blank 12 by 9 canvas caught his eye and the vision of a male body done in sepia and black formed itself measuringly against it. Time fell away as the painting turned from vision into reality.
A week or two passed as Kyle was driven by his muse. He barely stopped to eat or bathe and the glare of morning burning through his eyelids drove him from his bed to continue with his labors of lust. He had to admit that he was obsessed with his neighbor for all of the work he was producing were of David. A study of David’s arm, a study of the expanse of muscle in his back, there were even separate studies done of his feet and hands. The best ones though were of David’s head. Side views showing profile, some with the emphasis on the curve of his ear, one small painting of the vulnerable strong lines of his neck with his head dropped forward as if looking at something in his hand. Kyle’s pencil and brush made love to David’s body in each work of art.
It took him 62 days to work himself to a stand still. If not for the brief knock that happened on his door once a day he’d not have survived. He had his own version of Meals on Wheels delivering food to him, finding it set carefully on the carpet outside his apartment’s doorway. Kyle never questioned where the food came from or who cared enough to feed him. He’d just gather it up and later carefully return the empty dishes back where he’d found them. He thought he knew anyway.
One more painting was all he needed to make his total piece complete. He wasn’t yet sure on what size to make the canvas. Did he make it large, symbolizing the importance of the subject but surely the face was just as important with the beauty of the soul of the man to be seen in the eyes. In the end he opted to make two, at least, smiling at his whimsy for of course that part of the individual, this individual, was important. But he needed his subject to pose for him. This time with the concealing towel removed.
Looking around his apartment, Kyle realized that the sight of it would scare any sane person away. A waste of time when he could be painting but works of art needed to be paid for and the muse needed to be fed. A week later, clean of apartment and of body, hair neatly trimmed and pantry restocked, Kyle was ready for company. He needed yet to figure out how to ask his subject to come over to visit him and how to convince him to once more remove his clothes. Inviting David over to see his etchings was too pathetically cliché and transparent.
In the end he didn’t need to. David appeared once more, sheepish grin on his face, clad in towel and soap suds asking with a shrug if he could borrow his shower again. This time Kyle stepped back less shell shocked with simple lust and invited him in with a welcoming smile and a comment that David knew the way. He waited for David to finish in the bathroom bouncing lightly on his feet.
This time Kyle had sense to recognize the look on David’s face as he came towards him from being freshly showered. It might have had something to do with David letting the towel slip as he stepped into his arms and slanted his head to meet the kiss that Kyle was in the process of brushing over his lips.
“It took you long enough,” was spoken with a laugh.
“One can not rush art,” was patiently returned, “though I tried.” Turning them both, “Come look.”
The composition was made up individual framed canvases set together loosely in a put together jig-saw puzzle manner. Each painting was a perfect masterpiece of a different part of David’s body. In the center area were two pieces, a front and a back view. The head was even more complexly done with a halo of different views trying to catch the essence of the man. Only one area was blank, an area below the painting that depicted David’s naval.
It took them many posings before Kyle’s brush produced the missing canvases. They were never publicly shown, but graced their bedroom wall, not that Kyle thought the original pieces could be bettered but the view was very nice.
Author: charisstoma
Written for Sunday Snuggles m/m, first time posting to this site.
Content: An artist falls in love with his muse.
Oh to reproduce this composition in paint. Each canvas a highlight of that part of the person as filtered through the eyes and talent of a lover.
Word count: 1021
They’d lived in the same building for over a year now. Progressing through the various stages of nodding to each other in passing , holding desultory conversation in the elevator, and borrowing the odd item when it really was too inconvenient to pop out to the store for that missing ingredient. Kyle waited for the next level up between them an invitation to come over to drink a few beers while watching the game.
Instead he got the next better thing, a wet naked man at his front door with a towel suitably placed, pity that, and soap suds still clinging to his body. There were words of explanation and a plea to use his shower that bypassed Kyle’s cognitive abilities at the time, too busy as he was tracing the lines of the body in front of him with his eyes. He did remember nodding his head and stepping back to allow David to enter into his apartment, watching the rear view as the man walked by him on his way towards Kyle’s bathroom. It was a nice view and much better than the proverbial borrowing of a cup of sugar.
It was perhaps understandable that he’d be drinking a lot of coffee the morning after. Inspiration like David didn’t just walk through your door every day. There were two new canvases in progress in the sunlit areas of his living room and many sheets of drawing paper filled with smooth lines delineating the male nude figure. He’d made real progress with his portfolio but these wouldn’t be for sale at his next showing. A small blank 12 by 9 canvas caught his eye and the vision of a male body done in sepia and black formed itself measuringly against it. Time fell away as the painting turned from vision into reality.
A week or two passed as Kyle was driven by his muse. He barely stopped to eat or bathe and the glare of morning burning through his eyelids drove him from his bed to continue with his labors of lust. He had to admit that he was obsessed with his neighbor for all of the work he was producing were of David. A study of David’s arm, a study of the expanse of muscle in his back, there were even separate studies done of his feet and hands. The best ones though were of David’s head. Side views showing profile, some with the emphasis on the curve of his ear, one small painting of the vulnerable strong lines of his neck with his head dropped forward as if looking at something in his hand. Kyle’s pencil and brush made love to David’s body in each work of art.
It took him 62 days to work himself to a stand still. If not for the brief knock that happened on his door once a day he’d not have survived. He had his own version of Meals on Wheels delivering food to him, finding it set carefully on the carpet outside his apartment’s doorway. Kyle never questioned where the food came from or who cared enough to feed him. He’d just gather it up and later carefully return the empty dishes back where he’d found them. He thought he knew anyway.
One more painting was all he needed to make his total piece complete. He wasn’t yet sure on what size to make the canvas. Did he make it large, symbolizing the importance of the subject but surely the face was just as important with the beauty of the soul of the man to be seen in the eyes. In the end he opted to make two, at least, smiling at his whimsy for of course that part of the individual, this individual, was important. But he needed his subject to pose for him. This time with the concealing towel removed.
Looking around his apartment, Kyle realized that the sight of it would scare any sane person away. A waste of time when he could be painting but works of art needed to be paid for and the muse needed to be fed. A week later, clean of apartment and of body, hair neatly trimmed and pantry restocked, Kyle was ready for company. He needed yet to figure out how to ask his subject to come over to visit him and how to convince him to once more remove his clothes. Inviting David over to see his etchings was too pathetically cliché and transparent.
In the end he didn’t need to. David appeared once more, sheepish grin on his face, clad in towel and soap suds asking with a shrug if he could borrow his shower again. This time Kyle stepped back less shell shocked with simple lust and invited him in with a welcoming smile and a comment that David knew the way. He waited for David to finish in the bathroom bouncing lightly on his feet.
This time Kyle had sense to recognize the look on David’s face as he came towards him from being freshly showered. It might have had something to do with David letting the towel slip as he stepped into his arms and slanted his head to meet the kiss that Kyle was in the process of brushing over his lips.
“It took you long enough,” was spoken with a laugh.
“One can not rush art,” was patiently returned, “though I tried.” Turning them both, “Come look.”
The composition was made up individual framed canvases set together loosely in a put together jig-saw puzzle manner. Each painting was a perfect masterpiece of a different part of David’s body. In the center area were two pieces, a front and a back view. The head was even more complexly done with a halo of different views trying to catch the essence of the man. Only one area was blank, an area below the painting that depicted David’s naval.
It took them many posings before Kyle’s brush produced the missing canvases. They were never publicly shown, but graced their bedroom wall, not that Kyle thought the original pieces could be bettered but the view was very nice.
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Date: 2011-02-14 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 01:48 am (UTC)I found writing this for Sunday Snuggles difficult. First there's the word count (which I went slightly over), then the fluff (which for some reason I could not fall truely into the mind set of), and then there's the rating of G/PG (oh God not even a word of nipple or ass in sight).
Wish I were artistically capable to produce a set composition like this. Photos might be the closest but that would be so stalker feeling. Drawings maybe but *moans* to reproduce this in paint. Each canvas a highlight of that part of the person as filtered through the eyes and talent of a lover.
** you're good for me**
HAD to go change the title. What me micro-analizing?
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Date: 2011-02-14 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 04:09 am (UTC)What it must be to be so loved that one would inspire such a reaction. This is the stuff of fantasy.
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Date: 2011-02-14 06:15 am (UTC)I love that he was getting "Meals on Wheels".
And just how did David know? Or is Kyle so blind when in a manic-artistic-rush that he didn't even notice he was letting David in while making naked art of the guy? And if so, did David just tiptoe off to the shower around the crazy artist for 60 odd days, deciding to wait to mention anything about it until Kyle had come up for air?
Tee hee.
I really liked it. :)
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Date: 2011-02-14 11:37 pm (UTC)Yes, he very own special just for him "Meals on Wheels" care packages.
David is intuitive like that *grins* or more likely, during one of their 'talking in the elevator' meetings, Kyle mentioned how he gets when in the throes of artistic production. Connecting the dots between Kyle falling off the face of the Earth after David *coughs* tested the water (so to speak *grins*)and seeing how Kyle reacted to him wouldn't be too difficult to do.
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Date: 2011-02-14 06:39 am (UTC)and smut free! Charis are you feeling well? *snicker*
The name David made me think of another artist. I like the concept of the individual paintings and David deliverig meals. Subtle that, borrowing the shower lol.
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Date: 2011-02-14 11:48 pm (UTC)Smut Free! I KNOW. *back of hand pressed to forehead* But it was for Sunday Snuggles and it's suppose to be G/PG rated. Do you know how difficult it is to write G/PG?!!! Not a mention of a nipple or ass or cock or anything. All done with suggestion. *blows bangs out of eyes* Oh God!
David's name was going to be Evan and then I went hmmm painter... David. *grins* Restrained myself and didn't rename Kyle to Leo.
*wails* So wish I was talented enough to do even line drawings to make something like this concept for art. Can't you see it up on a white (or gold if line drawings)wall with spaces in between the separate canvases positioned where the body part would be. *smiles* Of course it would be even better if the individual paintings were of someone you loved.
Subtle that, borrowing the shower.
That was David *coughs* testing the water, as they say.
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Date: 2011-02-15 07:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 11:53 pm (UTC)First post to Sunday Snuggles. ( second attempt but the other one was going way over their 1000 word limit and it was fighting all the way.)
Dear Heaven, writing in G/PG rating limitations is hard. NO smut at all. *wails* I think I feel faint.
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Date: 2011-02-18 09:16 am (UTC)(You can chase me around LJ now, I may deserve it!)
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Date: 2011-02-19 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-20 06:08 am (UTC)Right, I'd better not stare too long at that innocent-looking face in case I get caught out...
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Date: 2011-02-20 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-20 07:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-15 08:39 pm (UTC)I've been completely plagued by all kinds of dirty Leo visions lately, but I won't ever match your poetic rendition of artistic love!
Love the artistic frenzy and the coming together. It didn't feel like it was smut free ^_^
*grin* If you feel faint, maybe going on an all out smut fest would make you feel better? *tries to look innocent*
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Date: 2011-02-16 01:56 am (UTC)Thank You! I love that you loved it. *grins* I worked real hard to ensure that no smutty words or fluids were mentioned, just a light brushing over the subject.
"Go on an all out smut fest"??! *hysterically laughing* You have not read the rest of my stories then. This story was a divergence from my norm. Had to clean up my act for the Sunday Snuggles.
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Date: 2011-02-16 06:31 pm (UTC)Just saying if you feel faint maybe you should do it some more
*head desk* I should learn to watch my mouth when surrounded with likeminded people/perverts
Icon made especially for my Leonardo fics. Glad I could use it logically somewhere else as well. Wouldn't mind if I could use it again *hint hint* ;) *looks around innocently* me breeding plunnies? Never!