Elizabethan TW/MR RPS for elandrialore
So, elandrialore put Tom and Michael in makeup. In 1639. And then I wrote this.
Painted Lips, Elizabethan TW/MR adult-rated RPS, 778 words. Enjoy!
Painted Lips
by Laura
Thomas felt like the woman Michael was teaching him to play. He was reminded of Jemima’s rose-water scented love letters. He could hardly believe he was doing something similar. For another man.
Nevertheless, he was in the wardrobe master’s wagon, being drawn. Thomas had discovered that the wardrobe master was a skilled artist of the human anatomy and had persuaded him to drawn his unclothed upper body. Given that the man sometimes looked at him in much the same way Michael did, it had not been very difficult.
“It is done, Thomas,” Justin announced.
“May I see?” Thomas asked.
“Indeed, you may,” the artist replied.
Thomas retrieved his shirt from the back of Justin's chair and put back it on. He walked over and Justin handed him the piece of paper. Thomas gasped at Justin’s drawing. “Thank you, Justin. It is beautiful.”
“Michael will be very pleased to receive it,” Justin said, making Thomas gasp again. “I do not know of what you speak, Justin,” he quickly replied.
“Do you think me a fool, Thomas? I have seen the manner in which the pair of you regard each other. Clearly, something important has occurred between you.”
Thomas was not aware their looks were that obvious. So obvious that at least one other in the troupe suspected what had passed between them. Oh, to hell with them. Bring it out into the open air, let them all see, Thomas thought.
“Michael renders me hot and heavy in my trousers, Justin. He will be so very pleased to receive it,” Thomas said, his voice becoming sultry. Michael had taught him that as well.
“Shoo, then!” Justin replied, “Go and add whatever you were planning to add, and pass the picture to Michael!”
With the drawing in his hand, Thomas left Justin’s wagon and returned to his own. He did indeed have some items to add to the picture. He set the picture on his table and found his looking glass. He then sat at the table and opened the jar of red makeup and a jar of ink. Like Michael had shown him mere weeks ago, Thomas dipped his fingers into the makeup and painted his lips, making them red and full, like those belonging to a woman. He looked at his reflection. He was very pleased with the results. Michael was a great teacher.
Thomas raised the picture to his lips and kissed it, leaving a bright red mark on it. He placed the picture back on the table, got his quill and dipped it in the open jar of ink. He wrote on the picture, “To Michael. With all my love, Thomas.”
Thomas set the quill down and sprinkled some sand on the writing to dry the ink. He tipped the sand off, folded the picture in half, wrote “Michael”, sprinkled some more sand on it, and tipped that off. Clasping the picture tightly in his hand, he exited his wagon, and walked over to Michael’s.
Thomas knocked on Michael’s door. “Michael? It is Thomas.”
Michael opened the door. “Thomas! Come in, come in! Is there something you require?”
“No, but I have something for you, Michael,” Thomas said, using the sultry voice again.
“Really? And what would that be, Thomas?” Michael said, using his own sultry voice. The one which made Thomas hot and heavy.
“This,” Thomas announced, handing him the folded drawing.
“And what is this, Thomas?”
“You must open it to discover that, Michael.”
Thomas watched Michael’s face as he unfolded the picture. His eyes and mouth widened, and Thomas once again thought how beautiful Michael was.
Thomas watched Michael touch the red mark, and run his fingers over the words and drawing. Michael then raised his hand to run his fingers over Thomas’ lips, still stained with scarlet.
“Beautiful, Thomas. So very beautiful. And does this say ‘love’?”
“Indeed it does, Michael. It is something I have recently discovered I feel for you.”
Michael leaned in and kissed Thomas, spreading the red onto his own lips.
The rest of the sounds Michael and Thomas made that day came from Michael’s bed.
Hours later, when they were both pleasantly exhausted, Thomas told Michael that Justin knew how Michael made him feel. And that the whole troupe probably knew as well.
“We can kiss and caress amongst them, if we wish, Michael.”
“Oh, no, Thomas. This is far too precious to be shared with others. And we cannot have you becoming hot and heavy with others around. That is mine alone. And Thomas, I love you as well. From the first moment I laid my eyes upon you.”
They kissed again, happily in love.
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Painted Lips, Elizabethan TW/MR adult-rated RPS, 778 words. Enjoy!
Painted Lips
by Laura
Thomas felt like the woman Michael was teaching him to play. He was reminded of Jemima’s rose-water scented love letters. He could hardly believe he was doing something similar. For another man.
Nevertheless, he was in the wardrobe master’s wagon, being drawn. Thomas had discovered that the wardrobe master was a skilled artist of the human anatomy and had persuaded him to drawn his unclothed upper body. Given that the man sometimes looked at him in much the same way Michael did, it had not been very difficult.
“It is done, Thomas,” Justin announced.
“May I see?” Thomas asked.
“Indeed, you may,” the artist replied.
Thomas retrieved his shirt from the back of Justin's chair and put back it on. He walked over and Justin handed him the piece of paper. Thomas gasped at Justin’s drawing. “Thank you, Justin. It is beautiful.”
“Michael will be very pleased to receive it,” Justin said, making Thomas gasp again. “I do not know of what you speak, Justin,” he quickly replied.
“Do you think me a fool, Thomas? I have seen the manner in which the pair of you regard each other. Clearly, something important has occurred between you.”
Thomas was not aware their looks were that obvious. So obvious that at least one other in the troupe suspected what had passed between them. Oh, to hell with them. Bring it out into the open air, let them all see, Thomas thought.
“Michael renders me hot and heavy in my trousers, Justin. He will be so very pleased to receive it,” Thomas said, his voice becoming sultry. Michael had taught him that as well.
“Shoo, then!” Justin replied, “Go and add whatever you were planning to add, and pass the picture to Michael!”
With the drawing in his hand, Thomas left Justin’s wagon and returned to his own. He did indeed have some items to add to the picture. He set the picture on his table and found his looking glass. He then sat at the table and opened the jar of red makeup and a jar of ink. Like Michael had shown him mere weeks ago, Thomas dipped his fingers into the makeup and painted his lips, making them red and full, like those belonging to a woman. He looked at his reflection. He was very pleased with the results. Michael was a great teacher.
Thomas raised the picture to his lips and kissed it, leaving a bright red mark on it. He placed the picture back on the table, got his quill and dipped it in the open jar of ink. He wrote on the picture, “To Michael. With all my love, Thomas.”
Thomas set the quill down and sprinkled some sand on the writing to dry the ink. He tipped the sand off, folded the picture in half, wrote “Michael”, sprinkled some more sand on it, and tipped that off. Clasping the picture tightly in his hand, he exited his wagon, and walked over to Michael’s.
Thomas knocked on Michael’s door. “Michael? It is Thomas.”
Michael opened the door. “Thomas! Come in, come in! Is there something you require?”
“No, but I have something for you, Michael,” Thomas said, using the sultry voice again.
“Really? And what would that be, Thomas?” Michael said, using his own sultry voice. The one which made Thomas hot and heavy.
“This,” Thomas announced, handing him the folded drawing.
“And what is this, Thomas?”
“You must open it to discover that, Michael.”
Thomas watched Michael’s face as he unfolded the picture. His eyes and mouth widened, and Thomas once again thought how beautiful Michael was.
Thomas watched Michael touch the red mark, and run his fingers over the words and drawing. Michael then raised his hand to run his fingers over Thomas’ lips, still stained with scarlet.
“Beautiful, Thomas. So very beautiful. And does this say ‘love’?”
“Indeed it does, Michael. It is something I have recently discovered I feel for you.”
Michael leaned in and kissed Thomas, spreading the red onto his own lips.
The rest of the sounds Michael and Thomas made that day came from Michael’s bed.
Hours later, when they were both pleasantly exhausted, Thomas told Michael that Justin knew how Michael made him feel. And that the whole troupe probably knew as well.
“We can kiss and caress amongst them, if we wish, Michael.”
“Oh, no, Thomas. This is far too precious to be shared with others. And we cannot have you becoming hot and heavy with others around. That is mine alone. And Thomas, I love you as well. From the first moment I laid my eyes upon you.”
They kissed again, happily in love.
---End---