The Art of Loving

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Brian walked down the steps from the bedroom into the living room only to find Justin absentmindedly fondling a set of paint brushes.

"I must be losing my touch if a set of brushes can get a rise out of you." Brian snarked.

Justin looked up and coyly smiled as Brian sauntered to the sofa and sat beside him.

"So what gives with the paint brushes? I don't think I've ever seen you this excited about a set of brushes before."

"They're new." Justin said by way of explanation, almost embarrassed by his thoughts.

"And?"

"I'm going to try watercolor."

"And you're other brushes won't do?"

"No. They're for oils and acrylic. These are specifically for watercolor. Here, feel." Holding one of the new brushes, Justin began to stroke a line across Brian's face following along his jaw.

"Mmm, soft."

Justin took another brush from its package and traced a path from Brian's brow down to his ear and then to his neck. Brian couldn't help but lean into Justin's sensual touch. Brian reached for a brush and softly dabbled it against Justin's full lower lip. Justin closed his eyes at the feather light touch.

When Justin opened his eyes he found himself staring into Brian's hazel eyes that had darkened with lust. Somehow their clothes vanished as they tried to consume each others lips in a searing kiss.

They made love on the rug surrounded by the paint brushes.

"Justin, I've always known you were a very imaginative artist."

"And as a lover?" Justin asked.

"A master, Sunshine. You are a master."

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