FILL – A Study of Contrasts, Brian/Justin - AU - There's some construction work going on at PIFA and Brian is working on the site, much to Justin's entertainment and inspiration. Rating: NC17, [Part 1 of 4]
Justin loved his studio space on campus. It was in one of the newest buildings and had huge windows that let in all sorts of amazing natural light.
Usually when he got to the second floor studio after class, he would spend time just gazing out the windows, seeing if anything new was happening, and sometimes sketching if the light and shadows cast off the buildings and trees were exceptionally beautiful.
On this particular day in early October, a figure caught Justin's eye. There was a lot of work going on to upgrade the landscape around the building and the guys creating the form-work for the concrete pathways were working hard. It was quite a hot day out, the men's skin glistening with sweat. The guy who Justin became fixated on had removed his shirt, using it to towel off his face and arms.
Justin flexed his fingers as he took in the scene before him, itching to draw this Greek god in a hard hat and steel-toed boots. He did some quick sketches sitting by the windows, some studies he might flesh out into a painting at a later date. When he ended up staring more than drawing, he decided to go outside for a smoke and soak up the sunshine (re: to get a closer look).
By the time he got downstairs and found a free spot of grass near the construction site, he'd lost sight of the guy. He lamented to himself and then pulled out his pack of smokes. Shaking one out and placing it between his lips, he patted his pocket for the lighter, only it wasn't there, nor was it in any of the other pockets. "Shit," he said out loud.
Just as he was about to get up and track down someone with a light, a shadow was cast over him, a figure blocking out the sun. "Need a light?"
Justin looked up, but he couldn't tell if it was someone he knew. "Uh, sure."
The figure crouched down in front of him, extending a hand holding a lighter. He flicked on the flame and Justin leaned forward, drawing in air to light the cigarette. His eyes flicked up to the face of the person in front of him. Holy shit! It's the guy! ….Damn, he has his shirt back on.
He coughed a bit in his excitement and pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, smiling. "Thanks. You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Anytime." Then the guy sat down next to him and lit up his own. "So, you a student here?"
"Yeah. I'm in my last year, finally." After a beat, Justin asked, "So construction work. What's that like?"
"It wasn't my first choice, but it pays the bills. Plus, I get to work on my tan," he said with a smile.
"Oh god, I would look like a tomato if I had to work outside!" Justin blurted out, except that all he could think about were the flashes of bronzed skin he'd been drooling over earlier.
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Justin loved his studio space on campus. It was in one of the newest buildings and had huge windows that let in all sorts of amazing natural light.
Usually when he got to the second floor studio after class, he would spend time just gazing out the windows, seeing if anything new was happening, and sometimes sketching if the light and shadows cast off the buildings and trees were exceptionally beautiful.
On this particular day in early October, a figure caught Justin's eye. There was a lot of work going on to upgrade the landscape around the building and the guys creating the form-work for the concrete pathways were working hard. It was quite a hot day out, the men's skin glistening with sweat. The guy who Justin became fixated on had removed his shirt, using it to towel off his face and arms.
Justin flexed his fingers as he took in the scene before him, itching to draw this Greek god in a hard hat and steel-toed boots. He did some quick sketches sitting by the windows, some studies he might flesh out into a painting at a later date. When he ended up staring more than drawing, he decided to go outside for a smoke and soak up the sunshine (re: to get a closer look).
By the time he got downstairs and found a free spot of grass near the construction site, he'd lost sight of the guy. He lamented to himself and then pulled out his pack of smokes. Shaking one out and placing it between his lips, he patted his pocket for the lighter, only it wasn't there, nor was it in any of the other pockets. "Shit," he said out loud.
Just as he was about to get up and track down someone with a light, a shadow was cast over him, a figure blocking out the sun. "Need a light?"
Justin looked up, but he couldn't tell if it was someone he knew. "Uh, sure."
The figure crouched down in front of him, extending a hand holding a lighter. He flicked on the flame and Justin leaned forward, drawing in air to light the cigarette. His eyes flicked up to the face of the person in front of him. Holy shit! It's the guy! ….Damn, he has his shirt back on.
He coughed a bit in his excitement and pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, smiling. "Thanks. You're a lifesaver."
"No problem. Anytime." Then the guy sat down next to him and lit up his own. "So, you a student here?"
"Yeah. I'm in my last year, finally." After a beat, Justin asked, "So construction work. What's that like?"
"It wasn't my first choice, but it pays the bills. Plus, I get to work on my tan," he said with a smile.
"Oh god, I would look like a tomato if I had to work outside!" Justin blurted out, except that all he could think about were the flashes of bronzed skin he'd been drooling over earlier.