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What Talon expected was of Cadis-once he’d find the way to Talons house- to come with weed and dirty hands filled with paint.
What he didn’t expect was for one Cadis to already be on his way to getting high and two for him to bring his bag that contained his art supplies
“Sorry I’ll crash at your place for tonight”
He said and talon nod letting him in. Cadis smiled at the loud silence of the room. No parents. No nothing
“I believe everything is going well with your therapist? ”
Talon nod. Better than expected
“Good.im glad. I’d feel guilty if you would be there all because of my selfish need”
Talon shook his head “tell me about art class” Cadis smirked and made himself at home first. He sat on the carpeted floor among the stack of pillows and blankets and Talon sat across him cautiously. He felt nervous. He didn’t know why yet
“Good. All good. I’m improving”
“Were you up late painting?”
“I never really sleep actually. I believe you can tell from the horrible circles I have below my eyes”
“I think they match the grey” Talon said and Cadis smiled. He emptied his bag of all the art supplies letting the ridiculously large sketch book drop on the floor too
He then grabbed from the very bottom of his back the package that contained the reason of their meeting
“I’ll make one for the two of us. Good enough?”
Talon nod. Cadis started rolling the cig
“It’s nice at your house. What’s that smell? It’s like-“
“It’s Rosemary. I had some burning all day and that’s why the smell is so intense”
“I swear I could get high on that smell. If It didn’t remind me of church that is”
“Respect all religions”
“I swear I do” replied Cadis sarcastically. He lit up the cig and inhaled deeply. He motioned Talon to get closer and Talon did with smooth movements
Talon meant to sit again before him but Cadis had other plans as he turned him around laying his back flat against his own chest
Cadis brought his hands in front of Talon and offered the cigarette as Talon took a drag. Dax wouldn’t like what he was doing.
But Talon liked the situation he found himself in
“Have you ever tried to draw?”
Talon shook his head no and he felt a soft vibration on his back as Cadis let out a very low laughter
“Then I’ll have you paint me”
“Acrylics are toxic”
“Nothing is harmless boy”
He felt heat creep up to his cheeks. Dax called him boy. But been called that by Cadis was different.
“Have it your way”
Cadis drew his blue and red stained hand back and took a drag himself. He smiled
“How about I paint you?”
Talon shrugged.
“I’ll make wings on your back. How about that?”
“Sounds good”
Talon got off of his position and then remembered. If he wanted to get his back painted he would have to take off his jacket and shirt. Therefore he would have to reveal his damaged wrists. And that was a big no
“How about you paint something on my face actually? Like a star? Or maybe-“
“Rainbow tears”
“That’s gay”
Cadis laughed at the unintentional joke.
He pulled out a brush from the floor and grabbed his palette slowly placing colors on top of it
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“I’ve done it to Max. She is still alive”
Talon wanted to laugh at the joke. But jealousy crawled t way to his through and he settled with a simple
“Oh”
They were back to where they started sitting across each other as Cadis slowly drew the outline of whatever he planed on painting on Talon
He outlined his jaw with black and then moved to his neck with the wet thin brush causing the short hair on Talons neck to rise up
Cadis pulled the brush back, dipped it on the small round bud of black paint and got back to drawing on Talons neck
“What are you painting on me?”
Asked Talon quietly,almost in a whisper as his Adam’s apple bobbed and Cadis smirked feeling the tension of the moment
“A necklace of thorns”
He drew thin lines and then small black thorns lighting them up with grey and khaki
Then he dipped his thumb in the red paint and smudged Talons jaw with it making a perfect blur of black and maroon now red
He let his fingers rest a little longer on Talons cheek
“I can’t help but feel like you are entangled in those”
“In what?”
“In thorns”
“Are you saying I’m closed off to myself ?”
“I’m saying you are hard to approach in a way”
He pulled his hand back and looked at Talons face. Thorns suited him. He gently touched the silver zip of Talons jacket and tugged it downwards just a bit so the he could use Talons colar bones as a canvas as well
He started using his fingers at this point. His head was clouded with mist and his fingers cooperated better than a brush. Or maybe he just wanted to feel Talons skin against his
“And you’d like to get closer?”
Cadis felt the vibrations of Talons threat against his fingers. He moved his hand around the boys neck
“I’m dying to”
They stared at each other.
Talon remembered how much he wanted to be like this with Dax. He realized that he desired Cadis more than Dax
Cadis took the opportunity and connected their lips. He didn’t go soft. The kiss was raw and hungry. And Cadis himself didn’t know he contained such an animal inside of him
But something about kissing the pagan filled him with lust,fury.
Talon returned the kiss without a second to spare and wrapped his arms around Cadis neck.
They shifted positions as Cadis was eager to have the boy beneath him. He fitted himself between Talons thighs and pressed their chest together
They kissed again and again. They took a break and then they kissed. Till they were breathless
Cadis took a lock in his hands and played with it. He lowered his face and rested it in the crook of Talons neck.
Talon caressed the soft black hair. He felt contained. And he smelled what the man laid on top of him really was coated with.
He smelled like smoke,leather and hell.
Cadis was hell. And in that hell Talon thought he could find his own heaven
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“Man you look horrible”
“I didn’t get much sleep?”
“What’s up with those red marks?”
Talons hand reached up touch his skin. He had a hard time running off the acrylic of his face since it had dried up pretty well last night.
“It’s nothing much..”
Kevin sighed. He hugged Talon
“If something is bothering you you can tell me”
He said and Talon nod. Kevin pulled away right after that and coughed to clear his threat.
“Well then,lets go. How’s art club going ?
“It’s good”
“What are you doing there?”
“Origami”
Kevin looked at Talon
“For real?”
Talon nod
Kevin patted the boys hooded head. For some reason he felt the need to
“Good…job?”
Talon nodded. Kevin start rambling about his day. Talon couldn’t focus. He had left his own apartment before Cadis woke up afraid to be asked of yesterday’s…kiss? Make out session?
Did it mean anything? Was Cadis too high to realize what he did?
Or did it have some meaning?
“So I wanted to ask you”
Talon looked up at Kevin. They had come to an abrupt stop
“Are you friends with Max and Cadis?”
Talon would have blushed if he wasn’t pale as snow
“Why are you asking ?”
Kevin looked away. He didn’t like Cadis. He used to find the man cool. Till he found out about how lowly he thought of everyone.
He didn’t want Talon to find out what a shit of a person Cadis was by believing they were friends first
He didn’t want Talon to know about how he confronted Etrama previously either
“Just wanted to know. It’s cool if you don’t like my company”
Talon shook his head
“That’s..not the case” he whispered slowly in his small voice
“I like your company. I like Cadis’ too”
Kevin crossed his arms. He observed Talon for a good two minutes. His thin frame covered by a thick layer of clothing,colorfully mismatched and the signature thick soled boots.
What did he even like about the guy?
He differed.
That’s what he liked. And he didn’t like how Cadis snatched his attention away merely by asking one random day to join the art club
“Say why not join a sport club instead?”
“Because I-“
“He is an artist like me. That’s why”
Kevin and Talon both turned their heads to the sharp rusty voice. Cadis had wrapped his arm around Talons shoulders and pulled him closer
“Talon belongs in my world”
Remarked Cadis. And Talon felt pride.
Cadis world
Was that world the same one his brother Fin lived in? The world of art?
Than again, wasn’t it the passion for art and the desire to differ that killed his brother ?
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