Canvas
by blarney Stone
Rated NC-17
m/m graphic sex SRK/RT
Disclaimer: due South and all it's characters belong to
Alliance. No
copyright infringement is intended.
"Hey Renny, you wanna go out for chinese?"
"Ummmph."
"Okay, how about we go see a movie? I hear Zorro is pretty
good, and you know how you're always drooling over Antonio
Bandaras."
"MMMmmmhummmm."
Ray Kowalski clenched his teeth in frustration. Renfield
Turnbull, his lover, was in another one of his painting
moods. He stood in front of his canvas, chewing on the end
of a paint brush, regarding a bowl of fruit with complete
fascination. Exuding an air of nonchalance, Ray sauntered
over to bowl, picked up a banana and started peeling it.
"Ray!" exclaimed Renny.
"What?" Ray inquired, his face a picture of innocence. "Oh,
were you painting this? I'm sooo sorry."
"You've disturbed the whole setting!" Renny said, dashing
over and attempting to rearrange the remaining fruit. "I'll
never get this back the way it was. My painting is ruined!"
"That's too bad. So, do you want make out?"
Renny glared at him. "You did that on purpose," he accused.
"I did not! I was hungry, that's all. And besides, you were
ignoring me," Ray answered, pouting.
"So you _admit_ it!"
"If you're gonna be like that, then I'm going home. My
turtle pays more attention to me than you have lately," Ray
huffed. He retrieved his denim jacket from the couch where
he'd thrown it, and headed for the door.
"Wait Ray," Renny pleaded. "I'm sorry. It's just that I get
in these creative moods, and I have to express myself." He
kissed Ray on the forehead.
Ray dropped his jacket on the floor and grabbed the
mountie. Pushing him up against the wall, he said, "I
forgive you. Let's neck."
Renny squirmed free. "Ray I really need to paint
now."
"AAARRGHH!!!! That's it, I'm outta here!" Ray snatched up
his jacket,
and jerked open the door.
"Wait, wait. .Ray, I have an idea!" Renny's face lit up
with inspiration. Instead of painting still life, I'll use
a nude model."
Ray's face turned an angry red. "You mean you're going to
bring a naked girl up here?"
Smiling mischieviously, Renny said, "No Ray. I would prefer
to paint a male form."
Ray's jaw dropped, and he took a menacing step towards the
Canadian. "No. No way, no how, not gonna happen. You are
not going to have some beefed up studboy up here waving his
lizard in your face. I mean it Renny. I won't stand for
it!"
"Ray, Ray, Ray, RAY!" Renny repeated until he had the
detective's attention. "I was hoping you would pose for
me."
This news left Ray stunned. He opened his mouth several
times but words wouldn't come out. Finally, he managed,
"Me? Why would you want to paint me? Shouldn't you get
someobody who's, you know, beautiful?"
Stroking his cheek gently, Renny answered. "You're
beautiful." When Ray shook his head in denial, he
continued. "You are. I've always thought you so." He took
Ray by the hand and led him to the dining area where he had
set up his easel. He placed a stool in front of the dinner
table and pointed. "Sit there. Oh yes, take you clothes
off."
"Just like that?" Ray said blushing.
"Why not? I've seen you naked before."
Unable to argue that point, Ray began to remove his
clothing. As he did so, he watched Renny rush around,
getting another canvas, mixing paints, adjusting the light;
all the while, muttering happily to himself. Ray stepped
out of his boxers and held his hands sheepishly over his
privates.
"Sit on the stool," Renny encouraged. "Can you, um, arrange
yourself so that I can get a good look at
everything?"
With a grimace, Ray obeyed. "I wonder if this is what it
feels like to pose for playgirl? Is this gonna take long,
Renny, 'cause it's not very comfortable."
Renny frowned at the scene. "That's stool's not displaying
you very well. Hmmm. Ahhh! I know, perhaps if you were to
recline on the dinner table."
"Uh, what?"
"Move the fruit and get up there," Renny ordered.
Grumbling, Ray did so. "Now stretch out. On your side, Ray.
That's good. Could you move that so it's in the center.
Excellent!! Hold that position!." Renny grabbed his brush
and got to work.
Five minutes later, Ray said, "Is this going to take much
longer?"
"Don't move."
"My butt's cold," Ray whined.
"Hold still!"
"My arm's asleep!"
"Ray!."
"Can't you paint any faster?"
"RAY!"
"I gotta go to the bathroom!"
Renny threw down his brush in disgust. "Why are being so
difficult? You wanted me to pay attention to you and now I
am, so what wrong?"
He sat up and crossed his legs. "I knew it. You're only
doing this to humour me. I'm not really someone you would
pick to pose for you."
A dull pounding had begun in Renny's temples; Ray's
insecurities had a tendency to reveal themselves at the
most inconvenient times. "Ray you are the most erotic
person I have ever known. You are like a mythological wild
creature that has somehow wandered into my life. That's
what I want to capture on this canvas."
Ray snorted with laughter. "That's a good one, Renny.
You've got quite
an imagination."
Sighing, Renny picked up his brush and pallette and
approached the table. "You just need to get into the spirit
of it."
"What're you gonna do?" Ray asked, shrinking back.
Renny grabbed a foot and pulled his friend to him. Dipping
his brush into a dark blue color, he painted a thin blue
line down Ray's nose. "Hey!" he protested. Renny pressed a
finger to his lips for silence. He then stroked the brush
across Ray's cheeks and chin.
Stepping back to admire his work, he smiled, then pushed
Ray down flat. He carefully drew a gold line from his
collarbone to his navel. Frowning, he tossed his brush
away, and dipped his finger into this paint, and smeared
gold color over Ray's nipples The color blended well with
Ray's pale skin. Flushed with inspiration, Renny collected
all of his paints and set them on the table. He then
climbed up and straddled Ray.
Coating his hands with gold, he ran them along Ray's arms
down to his fingertips. He then traced circles and symbols
in a dark green. Returning his attention to the thin chest,
he also painted it gold, with green points around the
nipples.
Ray moaned slightly, catching Renny's attention. He gazed
into his lover's face and found his eyes closed, a slight
smile on his lips. Renny smiled, and went back to work.
The legs, he also did in gold, with celtic designs for
accents. He rolled Ray carefully over onto his side,
started on his back. Gold again was the base color.
Retrieving his brush, Renny quickly sketched a cladagh. Ray
shivered as the brush tickled his spine.
"Lay still." Renny whispered. His hands then moved down to
the small, rounded ass. Gold, followed by the playful
inscription "Property of Renfield Turnbull", completed the
job.
Clambering over his companion, he studied the the one part
of Ray's body that had been left untouched. Ray regarded
him through slitted eyes.
"Don't," he said.
"Why not?"
"What if it doesn't come off?"
"It's watercolors, Ray. It will come off.'
"Oh."
Renny picked up the paint, then hesitated. "First things
first," he decided. He nuzzled Ray's cock with his face.
Ray started to turn over, and Renny ordered, "Don't turn
over, you'll mess up the cladagh!"
Ray grunted in frustration. Renny smiled happily, and moved
to a comfortable position.
He wrapped his fingers around Ray's cock and licked it
slowly, enjoying every inch of it.
Ray caught a handful of Renny's hair and thrust against
him. Renny's mouth covered his cock, his fingers stroking
the tender balls, as Ray arched his body into the source of
his pleasure. "Renny!!"
Sliding his hand under, he squeezed Ray's backside,
smearing the inscription. His other hand fumbled with his
jeans, until it found his his own erection. Sucking and
squeezing Ray, and pumping his own cock, Renny felt as if
his entire body was about to explode.
Pulling Renny's hair, and leaving gold trails in it, Ray
peaked, with a wordless cry, filling Renny's mouth with the
warm, milky fluid. Renny swallowed greedily; his body
shaking from his own orgasm.
At last he sat up and looked down at his creation. Ray was
snoring softly, a contented smile on his face. Renny
stroked the blond hair gently, "My masterpiece!"
the end
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