This week's prompt was "Don't look at me like that." I've also included the links to my fellow Silver Flashers, at the bottom of the page.
“Oh,oh, please. Uh.” Jonathan writhed on the bed, Martin was busy showing him just how much he loved him.
Jonathan’s eyes rolled back in his head, he fisted the blankets and arched off the bed. Martin gave him one final thrust and took them to paradise.
Their sweaty bodies wrapped around each other. “Love you so much, sweetheart.” Martin caressed his face and their lips met. Jonathan buried his fingers in Martin’s thick, dark hair.
“Love you too.”
The two men snuggled, their two bodies meshing like a pair of puzzle pieces.
Martin was a handyman; he hated being inside an office doing the same thing everyday. He got called over to the Barnett’s Art School, there was a stuffed up sink with his name on it waiting for him to clear.
He got his gear out and walked into the main office.
The receptionist pointed him in the right direction; it took him a while to fix the clogged sink. He had to replace a pipe and put two new washers.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and the turned around.
“Aaron, what are you doing here?”
“I’m the owner and operator slash teacher of this fine art school.”
Martin knew Aaron from high school; they were on the La Crosse team together.
“So you’re the handyman huh?”
“Yep, I like to work with my hands.”
“Did you fix the sink?”
“It’s all fixed,” Martin put his tools away and washed his hands.
“Do you have time for a tour?”
“Sure let me put my stuff into the truck.”
Aaron showed Martin the classrooms.
“Oh my!” Martin exclaimed when he saw a nude model sitting on a stool.
“Don’t tell me that embarrasses you.”
“No, it just took me by surprise is all.”
The class was just finishing up and the model put a robe on, as the students were filing out Aaron waved the model over.
“Martin, I want you to meet my partner, Jackson.”
“You’re partner? You don’t mind him being gawked at by those students.”
“They aren’t gawking at me, they’re drawing. You make it sound like they're perverts.” Jackson said with an annoyed look on his face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“I think the human body is a beautiful thing to behold.” Aaron walked over to Jackson and wrapped his arms around him and kissed his lover. “Especially the naked body.”
Martin averted his eyes to give them some privacy.
He suddenly had a thought. “Hey Aaron, do you think you could do me a favor?”
Martin and Aaron went to Aaron’s office; Jackson joined them later after he’d put some clothes on.
“What’s this?” Jonathan asked when he came home from work. The dining room table was set with their finest china and candles. There was some soft romantic music playing in the background.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Martin put two plates of shrimp and angel hair pasta. It was their favorite dish.
“Oh Martin!” he wrapped his arms around his lover. Their lips met “I love you.”
They had dinner; Jonathan didn’t like cake so they had chocolate mousse instead.
Jonathan climbed into Martin’s lap. “Thank you, baby.” Then they made their way to the bedroom where Martin gave Jonathan some toe curling moments, it was truly a birthday gift he wasn’t sure to forget.
“It’s not done yet.”
“What?” Jonathan looked into Martin’s green eyes.
“Hold on,” he leaned over the bed and pulled out a wrapped gift he’d hidden underneath.
“What did you do?” He slowly unwrapped the present.
“Martin!” he was shocked his mouth dropped open. Then he looked at the gift.
Martin hadn’t ever seen that look on Jonathan’s face before.
“How, when?” he held a portrait of the two of them looking lovingly at each other.
“I was working at the Barnett Art School about two weeks ago. It turns out a friend I knew from high school runs the place. I asked if he could do a portrait of us and…”
“Don’t look at me like that.” Martin’s face fell; he thought he was doing a good thing. The thought he’d disappointed his lover tore at his heart.
He was shocked when he found himself on his back. The portrait had been gently put to the side and Jonathan was smothering him with kisses.
“You like it?”
“Oh baby I love it. How did you do it?”
“I picked out a photo from our online album, you know the one we had taken during that weekend trip to the mountains. Aaron created this portrait from that photo.”
“You had me worried with that look on your face.”
“I was in shock.” Jonathan caressed his face and cheek then started planting kisses all over his lover’s body.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” Martin held him tight.
“Love you.” Jonathan smiled and laid his head on Martin’s chest and sighed contently.
The portrait was proudly displayed above the fireplace in the living room.
Heather Lin (m/f)