Page 43 of Developing Hearts (Pine Point Fixer-Uppers #5)

Chapter forty-three

Mason

After some wrestling and some pleading, Mason finally agreed to wait.

David wanted him to see the painting in its natural environment, so Mason sat on the edge of the bed, wearing some basketball shorts and simple black tee that he saved for tooling around his hotel room.

Except this wasn’t the hotel room. This was…

this was his boyfriend’s bedroom. His boyfriend, who wanted to bathe with him naked, who wanted to watch him masturbate, who didn’t care if he wore clothes that hid his body or not.

Footsteps announced David a second before he backed into the bedroom, staring over his shoulder, the canvas facing the opposite direction. “Okay. You ready?”

“I was ready fifteen minutes ago when you tackled me.” Not that Mason really minded getting into a naked tussle with David.

David brought the painting over to the easel he’d set up in the corner and, finally, he turned it around and set it down, then looked over the top edge at Mason. “Ta-dah.”

Mason smiled before he even properly examined it. His first impression, taking in the wild colors and lines all at once, was joy. Joy that gave way to contentment so intense he had to bite back tears.

There was no doubt in Mason’s mind that it was him, and there was simultaneously no doubt in his mind that it was erotic. Sexy. As Mason stood to step a little bit closer to the painting… “I’m sexy.”

“Well no shit.” David stepped out from behind the easel and stood next to him. “I’ve been telling you that.”

Mason swallowed hard. He’d never felt sexy before. Not like this. Not when he wasn’t directly in the throes of passion already, when hormones clouded reason. But they weren’t getting ready to hook up, and they were past the post-orgasm sea of endorphins.

Mason didn’t touch the painting—it was still wet, obviously—but he brought his hand up close, tracing the air in front of the lines.

His butt stuck out in the painting, since it was a three-quarters perspective, but not in a bad way.

In a way that invited someone to grab a handful.

His belly bulged a little, but in David’s vision of him, it wasn’t flab.

It was soft, like a fluffy pillow or plush carpet.

One area Mason never had any issues with was his penis, but even that looked better than he would have imagined.

He even chuckled at the tiny fleck of gold on the tip.

His hair was done in gold. His eyes were more suggestions than properly painted, but there was a line of red in his open mouth. His tongue. Emerald flecks of paint scattered over his chest and his neck, where his muscles were taut.

Mason finally couldn’t hold back. Tears welled up as he turned to David. “That’s me.”

“Well nobody else jacked themselves off for me tonight.”

Mason wrapped his arms around David, and they stumbled back onto the bed. Mason kissed him, even through blurring vision. He pulled David in close against him. “Thank you.”

David wiped the tears from Mason’s face and looked him in the eye. “No. Thank you .”