JC the painter
May. 12th, 2004 11:59 amHow about this for a concept? JC as a reputable house painter. I can see him shirtless, cap backwards with paint all over him. Anyhoo-- he goes to work for this couple (Chris and Joey) whos sex life has become dull. Both men are attracted to JC. (suprise!) JC comes along and sparks things up between the two lovers :)
Its kind of based on two episodes of Queer as Folk, one where this female couple is having trouble in the bedroom and a friend of one of the women sparks things back up, and another line where this male character goes to work for this male couple.
~Jilly
Its kind of based on two episodes of Queer as Folk, one where this female couple is having trouble in the bedroom and a friend of one of the women sparks things back up, and another line where this male character goes to work for this male couple.
~Jilly
Loving Color (part one)
Date: 2004-05-12 06:57 pm (UTC)A knock at the door snapped him out of his daze. The painter he had hired was standing there, on the other side of the screen door. Chris dried his hands on a thin towel, then wandered to the door. “Come on in. JC, right?”
“Um, yes sir. I just wanted you to check the color to see if it’s about what you wanted. It’ll look a bit lighter when it dries, but um, yeah, I wanted to know if that was close to what you wanted. ‘Light blue’ wasn’t much to go on.”
Chris stared at JC’s offering and nodded. “Yeah, it’s fine. We’re not picky as long as it’s blue.”
JC smiled and nodded, then headed back outside to work. Chris left for work, without waking Joey up.
The day became hot and muggy. As he headed home, he felt hot, sweaty and smelly. Joey was sitting on the front porch. Watching. Chris frowned as he followed Joey’s line of sight. Joey was watching the painter, who had removed his shirt, leaving it tucked into his waistband for use as a towel. Chris swallowed as he watched JC reach for the end of the shirt and wipe the tricking sweat from his body.
“He sure is something, isn’t he?” Joey asked as he sipped at a glass of iced tea.
Chris swallowed again, watching the condensation roll across the glass in a way that only reminded him of the sweat clinging to JC’s tanned skin. “He um, he looks hot.”
Joey smiled. “I meant his work.”
“Uh, yeah. His work. Amazing. I bet he does great paint by numbers.”
“You should see his portfolio. He does amazing detail work and murals. I asked him to make some suggestions for, um, hmmm, for our, um, bedroom.”
Chris’ eyes lifted to meet Joey’s. Sadness. He hated that the sadness was for them and how their relationship had fallen from hot, passionate love to little more than friendship. Chris wondered often if Joey only stayed with him, because he was afraid he’d never find anyone else. They both turned as JC approached. The man was graceful as he painted and graceful as he walked. They watched as he removed his baseball cap and wiped the sweat from his brow before replacing it.
Loving Color (part two)
Date: 2004-05-12 06:58 pm (UTC)Joey shrugged, then offered, “A mural, I guess. Something, um.”
“It’s a bedroom, we want, um, we’d like something sexy. Can you make a bedroom sexy?” Chris asked.
JC smiled like the Cheshire cat, stopping only inches from Chris. “Sexy I can do. Actually, I’m told I’m very good at sexy. What exactly do you want?”
Chris swallowed and licked his lips. “Sexy, but tasteful,” he nearly whispered. “Our families know about us, but they may walk in there. Tasteful, but sexy. They know we sleep together. A lot of our stuff was gifts from them, so maybe if you look around you might get some ideas. No abstract stuff. If it’s a mural, we want it to look like something recognizable.”
“If you don’t mind me looking around now, I can think of something tonight and paint it tomorrow.”
Joey had left for his job the next day before Chris had come home. JC was just finishing up in the bedroom. Chris didn’t notice the mural at first. His eyes focused on JC, once again shirtless and covered with paint splatters. He turned and smiled when he saw Chris watching him.
JC’s eyes wandered around the room. He had pushed all the furniture to the center and had covered it with plastic. “We should give the paint at least a couple hours to dry.”
“Are you hungry? If you could stay, I’ll cook you dinner then help you put everything back.”
JC shrugged. “I could do it any way you want. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whatever works best for you.”
Chris woke up the next morning, knowing Joey was beside him. He smiled, remembering that Joey had mastered slipping into bed without turning on the lights, so he knew Joey hadn’t seen the mural yet. Chris peeled back the sheet, then placed his hand against Joey’s chest. He smiled as he debated plucking at Joey’s chest hair until he awoke, but decided to go with an alternate plan. Instead, he placed his lips against Joey’s and kissed him until he awoke.
Joey blinked his eyes open, smiling at the color JC had painted on the walls. The mural was above the bed, featuring Chris and Joey nude, yet tastefully covered, and holding a single heart between them. “It’s beautiful,” Joey noted, awe in his voice, “the colors are so, so wonderful.”
Chris leaned forward, shifting one hand below the covers, giving Joey’s cock a squeeze before he began pumping it. “You’re beautiful. You’re wonderful. I miss morning sex. I don’t know why we stopped having sex in the morning. I miss it.”
Joey sighed and began thrusting into Chris’ hand. “You stopped waking me up.”
Chris settled his head onto Joey’s shoulder. “We’re both awake now.”
~~~ End ~~~
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Date: 2004-05-12 07:17 pm (UTC)thanks jacie... you rock girl. I can so see all that happening in my mind :) Thanks for bringing my thoughts to life :)
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Date: 2004-05-12 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-12 07:46 pm (UTC)Yknow whats another good image? Sweaty JC the poolboy ;D
*hee hee*
Not that ive thought of it or anything :)
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Date: 2004-05-13 05:46 am (UTC)