UST galore
Another oneshot -luckily most things I'm coming up with right now are short, or maybe they are just replaced too quickly to grow into a full story-; about a young man who ends up being the Spanish tutor for a teenaged boy and (obviously) develops a wholly inappropriate attraction towards him, but keeps it under wraps- until the day, that is, where he finds out that the interest is mutual. Once he knows that, he can't guarantee that he will keep his hands off his student; so he resigns.
The student finds his own ways of communicating his desires, though.
snippetglimpse:
The pictures change. They are tiny paintings now, sometimes still watercolors but often done in oil; they show biblical scenes and historical figures, great fights from ancient mythology, and to anyone else they might be just that.
But there is always that blond Rafael in them, and always the blue-eyed Callum, and if you ignore the quills and scrolls, erase the swords and shields and imagine the same scene without what little clothes there are -a loincloth here, a flowing cloak there- then the paintings always show two men in the most intimate ways, suggesting and sometimes blatantly displaying a variety of acts that the boy has to have done, in order to know of them and to portray them so accurately.
Rafael hates them, for that fact, and still can't stop looking at them; a whole little collection now; a chronicle of Callum's journey from a boy on the brink of his sexuality to a young man familiar with such depravity that it can land him in jail.
A diary in pictures, maybe. Or daydreams of what might have been, regrets over what wasn't. Or maybe a confession, each of them.
Or maybe a little bit of each.
What strikes him -what keeps him awake, some nights- is that in every single scene Callum has painted himself as passive; as the one being touched, being kissed, being taken. If that's not an invitation, Rafael thinks, -if that's not the most explicit, most shameless invitation-
He dreams himself into these scenes, on those nights where he can't sleep and can't stop thinking about Callum.