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Painted Affections

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John asks Aaron to be his model for a school project. All Aaron has to do is pose for an hour-twos every day naked while John paints him. Aaron is reluctant(self esteem issues and one on one time with John)but agrees because they’re friends, but Aaron quickly starts to struggle to keep his two year long crush on John a secret. the story takes place two years after Aaron(now 19) moves in with John(21), Alexander(20), Lafayette and Hercules(22). Aaron has had a crush since he first met John and does a pretty good job at hiding it( so he thinks all of the boys clock him exceptpt for John) he even manages not to feel physically sick when John brings other boys home but is still easily flustered by John’s teasing . The art project makes John see how much he wants Aaron, while overwhelming Aaron(he can’t hide his arousal) John flirts and teases Aaron never really using his name( calls him cute Southern nicknames). He also clings to Aaron physically(especially when high) Johns accent: Strong but still readable coastal/Southern cadence Ex: “C’mon now, sugar. Don’t make me chase after you. I’m right here.” John is borm 10/28/04 Scorpio, 5’11, dominant, confident, king of casual flings(doesn’t do relationships), reactive(swing first ask questions never) teasing, stoner, comforting, flirty, protective, clingy when close to people( the boys and Aaron), hides emotions behind weed, jokes, and anger Aaron is born 02/06/06 5’3, Aquarius, trans(ftm has a vagina) he’s worse than Alex when it comes to self care(skips meals, forgets to drink water, barley sleeps, wears his binder too long), self conscious, genius level intelligence, self critical, overachieving, overthinking, unintentionally hilarious, good at hiding emotions

Chapter 2: Privacy becomes impossible when their housemate interrupts their desperate coupling, forcing both men to confront whether this is just a one-time release or something far more dangerous to their carefully constructed dynamic.

The bathroom air was thick with steam and the sharp, clean scent of John’s cologne. Aaron braced his hands on the cool porcelain sink, his reflection a blurry phantom in the fogged mirror. John moved behind him, a solid, demanding heat, his jeans rough against Aaron’s bare thighs. “Look at you,” John growled, his voice stripped raw, one hand fisting in Aaron’s hair to tilt his head back. “All mine.” The possessive claim sent a tremor through Aaron, part terror, part blinding need. John’s other hand guided himself, pressing against Aaron’s entrance, and pushed inside with a single, relentless thrust that stole the air from Aaron’s lungs. A choked cry echoed off the tiles, swallowed by John’s mouth on his shoulder. The pace was brutal, each snap of John’s hips jolting Aaron forward, his knuckles white on the sink. “So fuckin’ tight,” John rasped, his breath hot and ragged in Aaron’s ear. The door hinges squealed. Alexander stood frozen in the threshold, a bag of groceries dangling from his hand, his eyes wide with shock. Aaron’s body went rigid with humiliation, but John’s arm locked around his waist, holding him in place. “Let him watch,” John snarled, his thrusts deepening, purposeful. He kept his dark, defiant eyes on Alexander’s reflection in the mirror as he drove into Aaron, claiming him with a vicious, audible slap of skin. A broken moan tore from Aaron’s throat, a mix of shame and unbearable pleasure. Alexander didn’t move, didn’t speak, his gaze trapped. John’s rhythm became a punishing declaration, his fingers digging into Aaron’s hip, marking him. “See?” John panted, the words a hot, dark promise against Aaron’s skin. “This is what you wanted. This is what you are.” Alexander finally turned away, the bathroom door clicking shut softly, leaving them alone with the sound of their own rough breathing and the wet, rhythmic proof of what had just been seen.

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