Tony, a young man kicked out of the house by his homophobic father, tries to survive in the streets, accepting any opportunity that life offers him and confusing sex with love. Shady characters who want him only for sex is the only life he knows until he meets Jay. Jay is different. He loves Tony. But Tony’s past haunts him and he hopes it never catches up with him.
“My name is Lucas,” the artist said. “You can call me Luc.”
Luc was handsome, and Tony followed him to his apartment. Paintings were stacked against all four walls, along with paint cans, wooden frames, and rolls of canvases. Luc was sitting behind an easel, ready to work. He looked at Tony, and noticing that he had nothing but a towel around his hips, he smiled. He began to draw a sketch and time passed slowly. Tony thought of his past that seemed so dirty, and his present didn’t seem better. He knew that Luc would put down his pencil, come up to him, take the towel off… Tony knew the scheme in detail. The thought made him blush and smile.
“Please, don’t smile,” Luc said.
“Tired?” Luc asked. “I can see that you can’t keep your eyes open. Let me show you to the bed.” Tony followed Luc to the bedroom, trying to predict his next move. “Choose any side,” Luc said and left him alone.
In a week spent in Luc’s apartment, nothing happened between them, which puzzled Tony. He saw the way Luc looked at him. What was he waiting for?
Wanna have a look?” Luc asked when the picture was almost finished. “I will call it, ‘The Morning’.”
The picture was very simple and seemed absolutely innocent, but Luc could put into it so many emotions that there was no any other possible rendering as…‘morning.’
Tony smiled. The picture was amazing.
Luc set the picture along the wall to dry. There were more sexually explicit pictures stacked by the walls, but Tony found himself thinking that if any picture would make him blush, it would be this one. Without thinking what he was doing, he put his hand on Luc’s shoulder.
“Go to sleep,” Luc said.
Tony went to the bedroom while Luc slowly cleaned the brushes and screwed the lids on the paint cans. Tony was confused. He didn’t know why Luc wasn’t trying to get into his pants. ‘Maybe he’s not gay. But I could swear…’ He was lying on his back staring at the wall and didn’t hear Luc enter the room. Luc came closer. Tony felt his hand on his shoulder and turned toward him.
Luc leaned in and whispered, “I can do it the way no one has ever done it to you before.”
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