I am not doing anything inappropriate, Jay told himself as he sketched out Ronald's naked pecs. *I'm merely appreciating the human figure, that's all. There's no way I'd ever be drawing my own p drawing p-por *
Even mentally, Jay couldn't bring himself to say that word. His blush deepened even further, forcing him to drop his pencil and put his dainty hands over his burning cheeks. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a long breath, instinctively stretching out his neck which accommodated by becoming longer and more slender. The gentle bump at his throat faded away to leave a clean unbroken line from jaw to clavicle. When his eyes opened again, they had taken on a somewhat Asian shape, their irises having become a rich brown color.
To his relief, his blush eventually settled back down. Oddly, it seemed that a lot of his tanned complexion went with it until his skin had become a lovely porcelain pale that almost glowed in the ambient sunlight of the classroom.
Having regained some control of himself, he risked another glance at Ronald. The boy's gaze seemed locked onto the front of the room, almost suspiciously so. A tiny quirk in his lips gave hint that something had struck him as amusing.
Oh, gosh, he saw that, Jay groaned. He must think Oh, I don't want to know what he'd think!
Turning back to his drawing, he frowned over the bare outlines of two bare bodies embracing. Despite his mortification, he knew he had to continue. Steeling his nerves, he once more picked up his pencil.
Journey gulped. She seriously hoped that Ronald couldn't see what Jay had been working on. From her angle, she had managed to catch enough details to know that this newest piece left its creator's feelings quite clear. It was rather surprising really, considering Jay's usual polite manner. Then again, all that repressed passion had to go somewhere even it he tried to deny its presence.
As expected, the artist seemed very embarrassed about his drawing, huddling over the paper to conceal as much as possible. Everything in his willowy frame had tensed up, his small shoulders curled inward and his legs pressing against each other beneath his shorts. No, make that his skirt, Journey corrected herself. Sure enough, the rather abbreviated number flared out nicely around Jay's rounded hips.
For a moment, she paused, staring at the skirt. *Is something off about that? I could've sworn * After a while, though, she shrugged. Maybe it's because it's obviously a uniform skirt, pleats and everything. Seriously, at a public school?
Shaking her head, Journey refocused on the drawing. Despite herself, she actually wanted to see it finished, mainly so she could see the idealized version of Ronald in all his naked glory. It's innocent curiosity, she repeated mentally. Come on, Jay. Don't chicken out now!
