Jay frowned and studied his latest drawing. It wasn't half bad, he supposed. Then he looked up at his model. Ronald sat at his desk, catching Jay's gaze before averting his eyes. For a moment, Jay wondered if Ronald might have some idea what he was up to. If he would be embarrassed if he knew the truth, or angry, or perhaps flattered...
Jay realized he was chewing his nail, and he quickly retracted his finger from his lips Wouldn't want to chip the coating so quickly he thought, gratified when upon inspection the glossy purple sheen had remained intact. What he had not realized was that the part of Jay's lips that had been pressed against his nail had also turned a deep burgundy that matched his nails splendidly, the pigment spreading across his lips in the following moments.
But no, Jay decided upon checking his work in progress again. This would not do either. He crumpled up the paper, tossed it atop the pile with the others, and pulled out a new sheet. Carefully, he tucked a lock of dark hair behind his ear and went to work.
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Halfway through, Jay scrapped that version too and tossed it aside. Frustrated, Jay shook his (is that right? his?) head, his dark hair now grown into a meticulously straight, perfectly arranged black bob. Also slapping against the sides of his head as he shook was a pair of silver hoops-- the evolution of Jay's earlier studs.
It had to be perfect Jay knew. There's only one chance to make a first impression. Which is why this drawing needs to be perfect. Ask him why he needed to impress Ronald, and he would not have been quite able to say. Or at least, he would have been to embarrassed to say what. And yet he needed to do this. Needed to impress Ronald. Needed... Ronald.
Jay shivered at the thought, his blush scarlet on his softening, reshaping face. He carefully took the out the next sheet of paper, retrieving a fresh pencil as well before he started his next attempt.
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Within ten minutes, Jay (was that really his name? that felt wrong...) had sketched and discarded two more drafts. Never mind that each one had been even better than the last, something about it just was not enough. The passing time had altered Jay further, mostly concerning his apparel. His pants had retreated up his legs, pursued by the rising hem of his socks, which now almost reached his knees. His shirt had shifted too, sleeves lengthening and the material growing a little thicker even as it tightened around his body. The torso beneath was svelte and graceful-- nothing like Jay would have had at the beginning of class-- with a pair of small lumps that were just beginning to form on his chest.
Maybe I've just been contextualizing him wrong, Jay decided. Maybe a new situation would work better. He set about working again, this time posing Ronald in a new pose-- sitting, leaning forward, arms out. Jay had nearly finished by the time he realized that the pose implied there was someone else there-- someone in Ronald's arms. So, since the picture seemed empty without it, Jay added a second person to the sketch-- someone smaller, leaning against Ronald's manly frame.
Jay sketched the soft round lips pressed into Ronald's own, the slender, willowy arms that entangled themselves with his. A dark bob of hair hung behind her ears, framing the beautiful face that leaned up to kiss the Ronald in the picture.
So intent he was on drawing, Jay completely failed to realize who exactly his second subject was until he was finished. Staring down with the picture for a few moments, Jay gaped in full blush at the scene he had just drawn-- Ronald's arms wrapped around the girl that looked so like him, their kiss long and deep and passionate.
Still blushing furiously, Jay put the paper aside, though he made sure not to crumple this one. His fingers fumbled blindly for another piece of paper, and before he knew it he was drawing again. Two figures, like before. Though this time they would be more intertwined than before, Jay decided. And they would be wearing significantly less.
