Ficlet Post - Beauty - Isaac/Peter - PG-13
Title: Beauty
Pairing: Isaac/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Around 300
Summary: A small moment in Isaac’s studio
Spoilers: Probably spoilerish if you haven’t seen the first 6 or so episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Even though I wish I did.
AN: For larakailyn, just because.
The snow had been falling since mid-afternoon. Isaac had spent most of that time watching it from his studio window. It was rather beautiful, and he wanted to paint it, but it seemed whenever he picked up a brush, he had a vision. For once, he wanted to paint something that had nothing to do with dead cheerleaders or trains exploding.
“Isaac? Are you coming?”
He turned on his stool to see Peter standing there. His eyebrows rose in question, wondering where he was supposed to go. Had they made plans?
“Go where?” Isaac questioned.
“Downstairs to the pretzel vendor. You owe me one,” Peter said with a grin.
Isaac smiled as he remembered the bet they’d made. It was a rather naughty bet that involved self-control and who would lose himself first. Of course he’d lost since he could never control himself when he was with Peter.
“How about we stay in?” Isaac asked. He slipped off his stool and went over to his lover.
His fingers wrapped around the front of Peter’s jacket and he pulled him closer. With a sly smile, Isaac pressed his lips to Peter’s and nudged his lips open with his tongue. Soon, the two men were tangled in each other and tumbling toward the bed as clothes were torn off with frenzy.
An hour later, Peter laid on the bed, naked and cuddling against Isaac’s pillow. The other man slipped out of the bed and went to his workstation, where he picked up a sketch pad and sat down. He slowly sketch the scene in front of him, taking in all the details of his lover’s nude form. When he finished, Isaac placed the sketch on the bedside table and smiled.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever drawn.
Pairing: Isaac/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Around 300
Summary: A small moment in Isaac’s studio
Spoilers: Probably spoilerish if you haven’t seen the first 6 or so episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Even though I wish I did.
AN: For larakailyn, just because.
The snow had been falling since mid-afternoon. Isaac had spent most of that time watching it from his studio window. It was rather beautiful, and he wanted to paint it, but it seemed whenever he picked up a brush, he had a vision. For once, he wanted to paint something that had nothing to do with dead cheerleaders or trains exploding.
“Isaac? Are you coming?”
He turned on his stool to see Peter standing there. His eyebrows rose in question, wondering where he was supposed to go. Had they made plans?
“Go where?” Isaac questioned.
“Downstairs to the pretzel vendor. You owe me one,” Peter said with a grin.
Isaac smiled as he remembered the bet they’d made. It was a rather naughty bet that involved self-control and who would lose himself first. Of course he’d lost since he could never control himself when he was with Peter.
“How about we stay in?” Isaac asked. He slipped off his stool and went over to his lover.
His fingers wrapped around the front of Peter’s jacket and he pulled him closer. With a sly smile, Isaac pressed his lips to Peter’s and nudged his lips open with his tongue. Soon, the two men were tangled in each other and tumbling toward the bed as clothes were torn off with frenzy.
An hour later, Peter laid on the bed, naked and cuddling against Isaac’s pillow. The other man slipped out of the bed and went to his workstation, where he picked up a sketch pad and sat down. He slowly sketch the scene in front of him, taking in all the details of his lover’s nude form. When he finished, Isaac placed the sketch on the bedside table and smiled.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever drawn.