"Wow," Luc said. "This is great."
"I'm glad you like it," Simon said, a slight blush on his cheeks. He nodded to a door at the outer end of the main room. "My actual studio—where I sculpt, is through that door. Then there's my bedroom, and there are other smaller rooms, for when I get visitors."
As Simon spoke, Luc took the liberty to glance around. He realized that other than the art, there were a lot of personal photos around, mostly of Simon and a woman that looked like him, surrounded by a bunch of children. "Sister?" he asked as he picked up one of the frames.
Simon nodded. "Twin. Her name is Susanne. We're very close. The piano is hers actually, and the canvases and painting stuff belong to her children. They stay with me from time to time." He paused and looked at a particular painting. "I keep them around to have a part of them close. You know?"
Luc gaped at the other man in awe. "You love them so much."
"I do," Simon replied. "Like they were my own." After a small pause, he shook his head, as if dispelling a thought. "Come on. Let me get you that coffee."
Luc followed Simon to yet another room that served as kitchen. He watched as his lover worked, surprised at everything he'd found out. "What about your family?" Simon asked.
"We get along," Luc said, "although we're not as close as we could be. They live in a different city." He hesitated, then continued to speak, "Whenever I visit, there's like a shadow looming over us, the knowledge that I'm gay and I'll never give them the nephews they want."
Simon stopped messing with the pots and pans and turned to Luc. "I'm sorry to hear that. But they love you and accept you. That's what matters."
"I take it that yours haven't been so nice?"
Simon shook his head. "Their son died to them the day they found him in the garage sucking the neighbor's cock." He laughed awkwardly. "Probably didn't help that the neighbor was a family friend. But Susie, her husband, and kids love me regardless. Do you have any siblings?"
"Two brothers," Luc said. "One would think that with Johnnie pouring out offspring the parents would leave me alone."
"They love you," Simon offered. "They want to see a little piece of you running around."
"I suppose," Luc answered.
Before silence could fall once again, Simon gasped and abandoned his quest for coffee altogether. "I know this is forward," he said as he gripped Luc's arm, "but would you be willing to model for me?"
Luc blinked at the sudden change of topic. "Model?" he repeated.
Simon nodded, eyes shining with excitement. "I can't believe it never occurred to me before now. Please?"
Luc's insides melted at the hopeful smile. "Of course. I'd be honored."
Simon grinned at him and started pulling him away from the kitchen and toward the sculpting studio. The difference between the rooms was staggering. If the rest of Simon's home was spotless, here, everything seemed like an artistic mess. There were several discarded sculptures in the corner, materials lying all over the place, and the floors were covered with the occasional spot. The only area that looked even a little like the rest of the house was a sort of mini-stage, where a small couch rested, with pillows all over the place.
"There," Simon directed Luc. "Take off your shoes and clothes and sit down. This will take a while."
Luc obeyed and started removing his carefully chosen outfit. He set the clothes next to the couch, acutely aware of Simon's hot gaze sweeping over him. Finally, he sat on the couch and waited.
Simon let out a little groan, but then turned all business once again. He started making preparations and brought out a large block of stone. He then began to retrieve his tools, chisels, hammers, and even scrapers or other electrical instruments. He set them all on a table, next to a pair of safety goggles.
He briefly left the room, then returned carrying a large tome. Joining Luc by the couch, he directed Luc into the position needed for the sculpture. According to Simon's instructions, Luc would be sculpted standing up, with his head tilted back ever so slightly and holding the tome against his heart. "All right," he said when he was finally satisfied. "Remember, don't move. This is going to take a while. Tell me when you start to get uncomfortable and we'll take a break."
Luc rolled his eyes. "No worries. I'll be fine. Now go on and do your magic."
Simon grinned at him and, to Luc's shock, started taking his clothes off. With every bit of skin revealed, the erection that had faded because of the serious discussion and the nervousness returned with a vengeance.
"Do you mind?" Simon asked, throwing a gaze toward Luc.
"Uhh… not at all. But if you want to sculpt me, it'll kind of have an effect."
Simon stared at Luc's hard shaft and licked his lips. "That's what I'm counting on," he said.
Simon changed clothes, abandoning the clean ones next to Luc's. He put on a pair of threadbare jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, then the gloves and safety goggles.
Finally, the sculpting process began. Luc had expected it to be tedious, but he found that time just flew by as he watched Simon immortalize his figure in stone. He saw the passion and dedication on the other man's face, the concentration lining his features, and imagined that this was how he looked when he wrote. He burned with the desire to touch, to feel Simon, to unleash that passion together in a union of their bodies. Luc embraced it, allowing it to flow through him, knowing that he didn't have a chance to hide his feelings from Simon. Images flashed through his mind's eye, the memory of Simon on his knees in front of him, his eyes full of passion as he sucked Luc off, the first time they'd kissed. Luc wanted him again, and so bad it hurt.
He didn't know how long he just stood there, holding on to the tome. At one point, he registered the study begin to darken, before artificial lights came on. When the mallet finally stopped hitting the stone, he realized night had fallen.
"God…" Simon said. "Look at the time. I've kept you standing for hours."
Luc blinked, snapping out of his trance. The fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks and he dropped the book in shock.
Simon rushed to him and held onto Luc as if afraid Luc would fall. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his tone. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you."
As Simon helped him sit down on the couch, Luc laughed. "I'm fine. Just surprised."
Simon took off his goggles and gave Luc a confused look. "Surprised about what?"
"The tiredness. I didn't feel it while you sculpted." When Simon didn't speak, he elaborated, "You were just so… you looked so amazing, so perfect. I can't even explain it."
Simon stared at him and swallowed. "If I wasn't so dirty, I would kiss you right now," he whispered.
"I wouldn't mind getting dirty with you," Luc murmured back. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Luc felt himself falling into Simon's eyes. He wanted nothing more but to be like that forever, with Simon by his side, in this amazing studio.
The moment was broken when Luc unexpectedly sneezed. Simon laughed at him. "The dust can get in the most unpleasant places," he said. "Come on. We need a shower and some R&R."
He extended his hand and Luc gleefully took it. Simon led him out of the studio and into the adjoining bathroom. "I have two bathrooms in the house. This one is to clean up after a session, and the other is for more… pleasant purposes."
Luc watched Simon as the man took off the dusty clothes and ran the water in the shower.
"This will do fine," he told his lover.
He pushed Simon into the shower, grinning at the other man's surprised yelp. The water was, at first, cool, but their bodies were so hot that it didn't matter. Luc pressed his mouth against Simon's, and his lover groaned, parting his lips, allowing Luc entry. They rutted against each other like animals in heat, their hard cocks rubbing in a delicious friction.
Luc gripped both their dicks in his hand, massaging them together, loving the feel of Simon's shaft against his own. But this time, he wanted more. He needed more. He wanted to be inside Simon so bad it hurt.
> "I want to fuck you, babe," he told Simon.
Simon nodded, panting against Luc. "Condom. Should be one in the cabinet. Hurry."
Luc hated the thought of leaving Simon's side even for a moment, but it couldn't be helped. He quickly jumped out of the shower, nearly slipping on the titles in his haste. Calm down, Luc. You don't want to break your neck before fucking Simon.
The random thought almost made him laugh as he rummaged through Simon's medicine cabinet. He finally found the blessed item, retrieved the package and placed it within reach. He took out one condom and rolled it on his cock. Preparations made, he returned to the shower. He nearly fell over once again when he saw what Simon was doing.
Simon had two fingers up his own ass, and he stared straight at Luc as he fucked himself with them. "Faster," he told Luc. "I want you now. Inside me."
Simon's words spurred Luc forward and he joined Simon once again. Hot water fell over them as Luc removed Simon's fingers and replaced them with three of his own. Simon groaned and clung to Luc's shoulders, pushing back against the invading digits. He was already slick, but still so tight that Luc couldn't help a groan.
The wanton despair on Simon's face drove Luc to the edge. Removing his fingers, he flipped Simon over, and his lover leaned against the wall, spreading his legs widely. Luc almost came on the spot at the sight of his lover's ass, exposed for his pleasure.
He rubbed greedy hands across Simon's rear, spreading the cheeks to reveal Simon's opening. His mouth watered at the sight, and he knew he couldn't take it much longer. The arousal had built up for hours now, and Luc could not have restrained himself if his life depended on it.
Simon handed him a bottle of gel and Luc snatched it, spreading the liquid liberally across his cock. He let more gel fall across Simon's anus, rubbing it across the crease in gentle motions. "Don't tease," Simon moaned.
Even though Simon had already lubed himself up, Luc poured more liquid over his fingers and inserted them once again in Simon's ass. He pumped the digits a few times, making Simon's cries and pleas escalate.
Finally, he decided that he'd tortured both of them enough. Taking out his fingers, he steadied Simon and positioned himself at Simon's hole. In one single thrust, he embedded his dick inside Simon's willing body.
Simon gasped, the sound holding pleasure, but pain as well. "You okay?" Luc asked, forcing himself to remain still.
"Give me a second," Simon replied. "It's been a while."
The last thing Luc wanted was to hurt his lover. He ached to move, but he forced the desire back. He'd find no real pleasure if Simon didn't experience it as well.
Finally, Simon nodded, pushing back against Luc a bit. Luc brought their bodies as close as they could come and started a slow rhythm, allowing Simon to get used to Luc's girth. And then Luc changed the angle of penetration and Simon let out a cry of mixed pleasure and surprise. Luc buried his face in Simon's hair and smirked. Found it.
He increased the speed of his motion, pounding inside his lover, possessing Simon the way he'd dreamed from the moment he'd set his eyes on the other man. Simon met his every thrust with unrestrained passion. "Luc. Yeah! Just like that. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Luc readily complied. He thrust his dick in and out of his lover, chasing the pleasure only Simon's body could give him. All too soon, Luc felt his orgasm approach. He reached out around Simon and gripped his lover's cock, refusing to come before him. A few strokes and Simon screamed Luc's name, coming all over Luc's hand, ass tightening around Luc's cock. Luc bit down on Simon's shoulder and came, filling the condom with his seed.
For a moment, Luc thought he would lose consciousness, the pleasure too intense to withstand. He slipped out of Simon's ass, wishing nothing more than to be there with his lover forever. As it turned out, the shower effectively chased that desire away, and Luc yelped as the cold water hit him, assaulting his sensitive nerves.
They fell out of the shower, giggling like children, and collapsing on the bathroom floor. "'M cold," Simon said.
"Yeah," Luc replied. He didn't want to move, but he figured they'd be more comfortable in a bed.
Getting up, he removed the condom and tossed it in the waste basket. After washing his hands, he took his lover in his arms, on impulse deciding on carrying Simon in bridal pose. Simon gave him an affronted look, but Luc stopped any possible protest with a kiss.
He carried Simon out of the bathroom and into the darkened house. "Bedroom is that way," Simon whispered, nodding toward another door.
Luc headed in the indicated direction, carefully navigating around the tasteful ornaments. As he opened the door, he was met with the pleasant sight of a huge, king-size bed. He couldn't help but wonder how many lovers Simon had taken here.
Simon gestured that he wanted to be placed down and Luc regretfully complied. Even as Simon went to turn on the lights, he could already feel his lover's absence in his arms.
"Go on," Simon huskily said. "To the bed."
Luc silently obeyed and climbed on top of the soft mattress. "Why the light?" he asked.
Simon's grin was so wicked it should have been illegal. "I want to see your eyes when I fuck you."
Luc's cock throbbed at the words. "Simon… please. I need you."
In a few instants, Simon joined Luc on the bed. "God, I love how you say my name," the other man said.
After that, words vanished between them. Simon took Luc's lips, their erections already heavy and hard between them. He swept his hands over the expanse of Luc's chest, stopping when he reached Luc's nipples. Luc groaned when his lover tweaked the little nubs, rubbing them, sending shocks of pleasure through Luc's body.
Luc arched against Simon, aching to feel his lover inside him. Distantly, Luc heard the telling sound of a tube being opened. A slick finger invaded his anus, making Luc gasp. Luc wordlessly begged for more, pushing against the digit, and Simon gave it to him. Two more fingers joined the first one, thrusting in and out of Luc's ass. All the while, Simon's mouth remained fused to Luc, occasionally breaking away just to breathe.
Simon retracted his fingers and rolled a condom on. He slicked up his dick and slowly pushed inside Luc. The feeling of being so gently filled humbled and astonished Luc. It was warm, intoxicating, and magical. Luc wanted to push against Simon, to force him deeper, but Simon held him still. Perhaps it was better, because by the time Simon's cock fully penetrated, Luc felt speared open. Not that he was complaining. He loved every second of it, even the slight burn and the edge of pain.
"Simon…" Luc begged again. "Do it. Fuck me."
Simon's aristocratic features contorted in an almost snarl, and with no other warning, he pulled out of Luc and thrust back in. Luc clung to his lover, desperate for some sort of anchor in a world that was quickly fading. Simon fucked him mercilessly, taking what he wanted, much like Luc had done earlier. It felt so perfect, and when Simon's dick hit Luc's prostate, Luc cried out, feeling yet another orgasm approach. Quite amazing, since Luc had long ago stopped being an eighteen year old who could get it up again in five minutes.
Time seemed to slow, no, vanish altogether, and the only thing that remained was the two of them, moving together in tandem. The ecstasy built up more and more, and as Simon buried himself deep into Luc's ass, Luc exploded, without even having to touch himself.
He felt Simon's cock throb inside his ass, and distantly surmised his lover had come as well.
As the buzz of the orgasm flowed through him, Luc clung to his lover, reluctant to let go of the moment. But they were sticky and sweaty, and they couldn't exactly roll over and sleep like that. Simon eventually got up, and Luc let out a groan when his lover's dick left him.
Laughing, Simon left the room, returning with a wet washcloth a minute later. As he cleaned Luc up, he smiled, reminding Luc of the moment they'd spent in the sculpting area.
It occurred to Luc that they'd stopped before Simon could actually finalize his work.
"What about the sculpture?" he asked Simon.
> "Oh, it's not finished by far," Simon replied. "You'll have to come again."
Luc grinned. "It'd be my pleasure."
* *
The Present
"And I did," Luc told Dury. "I came to Simon's studio more and more, until the sculpture was finished. And when it was finally done, I didn't stop coming."
"What happened?" Dury asked.
"Before I knew it, we'd been together one year. But then suddenly, I couldn't write anymore. I started getting obsessed with breaking free of the slump, and simply pushed Simon away. A few months later, Simon broke up with me."
"Why didn't you fight it?" Dury asked. "Why didn't you try to keep him?"
"He deserves better," Luc said softly. "I couldn't make him happy."
Dury didn't insist. Instead, he looked at the sky and said, "It's getting dark. The park will be closing soon. Come on."
He got up and Luc followed, wondering why he'd even told Dury about Simon. True enough, Dury knew some things already, but the emotions, the love and desire and pain, they were Luc's. No one could understand it, not like Luc could.
In that moment, Luc realized it. As he'd spoken to Dury, the feelings he'd shut out for two months had emerged, overwhelming him. His books were dead and numb, yes, because he'd been like that, not allowing himself to realize the true extent of his loss. But why had he been unable to write in the first place?
Too much feeling, Luc told himself. So much, Luc couldn't deal with it. He couldn't tell Simon how much their relationship meant to him. He'd been so afraid, without even realizing it. God, it was so clear now. But it was also too late.
"Are you all right?" Dury asked in a soft, gentle tone.
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