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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 5: The canvas topples as John bends Aaron over his drafting table, the wet slap of skin echoing through the studio when he drives his cock home in one brutal thrust, Aaron's art supplies scattering across the floor with each punishing snap of John's hips.

The smell of linseed oil and turpentine was sharp in Aaron’s nose, but all he could taste was the salt of John’s skin where his teeth had bitten. “John—” he gasped, but the name fractured into a moan as those fingers crooked inside him, a brutal, perfect pressure. “Dreamin’ about how you’d sound,” John growled against his throat, his palm grinding against Aaron’s clit with every thrust of his hand. “Dreamin’ about how fucking wet you’d get for me.” Aaron’s head thumped back against a canvas, the stretched linen bowing under his weight. “Been two years of you lookin’ at me with those big eyes,” John continued, his voice a rough, hot scrape in Aaron’s ear. His fingers slid out, glistening, and he brought them to Aaron’s lips. “Taste.” Aaron obeyed, sucking his own slick from John’s skin, the act so obscene his knees buckled. John caught him, turning him roughly to face the wall, one hand splayed between his shoulder blades. The button on Aaron’s jeans gave way with a tear. “You’re still loose from this mornin’, ain’t you, sugar?” John’s whisper was triumphant as he shoved the denim down. The broad, blunt head of his cock pressed against Aaron’s entrance, not asking, just claiming. He pushed in, a slow, searing stretch that stole the air from Aaron’s lungs. “Fuck, you’re tight,” John groaned, hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. He stilled, his body a line of heat along Aaron’s back, his breath coming in ragged gusts. “All mine now.” He began to move, a deep, relentless rhythm that shook Aaron’s whole world. Each thrust rocked Aaron into the wall, the impact jolting through his bones. “Say it,” John demanded, his hand fisting in Aaron’s hair. “Say who’s fuckin’ you.” “You,” Aaron choked out, the word a sob. “John.”

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