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[paintnheart]

Though he had just met Scott, Brian was going upstairs with him. This was one of those habits his father absolutely hated, but he wasn't ashamed of it anymore. Scott was an attractive man who hadn't judged him for being in NA and had listened to him. If that wasn't a good sign, then he really needed some more therapy

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[oldguysrule]

"You know, portraits and fruit and shit," he laughed to himself. He never thought he'd quote a movie in his life. He stripped himself of his shirt and smirked. "What are you going to paint with?"

[paintnheart]

He had to think about that one for a moment, then he smirked right back at him. "Well, if you don't have any paints there are always markers, sauces work too. Chocolate sauce. A bartender would have that right?"

[oldguysrule]

"I have chocolate sauce in my fridge." He sauntered over to it, pulling the door and getting the stuff, tossing it to him.

[paintnheart]

He caught it then set it down so he could strip off his own shirt. He didn't want to get it dirty. "You should lie down on your stomach, somewhere you'll be comfortable."

[oldguysrule]

He picked the couch and, as he walked over, he kicked his pants and boxers off. He'd said he was comfortable with the naked form.

[paintnheart]

He was more than comfortable, especially with such a fine form. He let his eyes wander over him, just to get a good idea of what to paint, of course.

[oldguysrule]

"Distracted, Brian?"

[paintnheart]

"I'm just considering my canvas." He followed him to the couch and poured some chocolate sauce into the palm of his hand.

[oldguysrule]

"What are you thinking?"

[paintnheart]

"For you? Something classical." He leaned over, dipping a finger in the sauce and then traced a line across his shoulder. "Grape vines, ivy, a beautiful woman in a toga."