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Joe follows the man's gaze towards the painting, his eyebrows furrowing. It's one of his favourite pieces, and while it does feature part of his torso as one of the elements, it is not really the focus of the piece. His jaw sets when the man calls the painting "nice", and he turns around to face him, his eyes narrowing.

There is a storm brewing in the way Joe's expressive eyebrows are bunching together, a heated protest building on his tongue. Who does this man think he is, coming to his exhibit and calling him a narcissist? Joe is about to give him a piece of his mind, when he suddenly realizes what this is. Or more accurately, who this is. He blinks, understanding dawning on his face.

"I wasn't sure you'd show up," he says instead of arguing the point, his lips curling up at one corner. "Takes some guts, to come and say this to my face." It's a mildly threatening comment, though Joe has no intention of turning this into something violent.

Nicky remains placid, calm, and keeps his amusement from bubbling over, mainly because he's already enjoying this deeply, but he doesn't want to say it out loud yet. After all, he hasn't seen the hit of recognition on Joe's face until - ah, there it is. That's when Nicky lets his smile come out, maybe curling a bit smugly, clasping his hands behind his back as he tips his chin up to peer at the painting.

"What kind of critic would I be if I didn't stand behind my own opinions?" Nicky replies calmly. He knows what kind he would be. The cowardly kind who hides behind his articles and pretends he doesn't believe it.

Hypocrite, that's the word.

"Are you going to kick me out?" he baits.

"You wouldn't be the first," Joe answers, calmly. He's had his share of critics that were very mean on paper, and then disgustingly obsequious when they met him. Joe prefers Di Genova's cutting remarks. Then he turns back just in time to catch Di Genova smirking at his painting and his mind goes a little too quiet.

What the -and Joe means that- fuck.

He's not going to lie to himself, he'd hoped Di Genova would be at least somewhat attractive on top of being bright and sharp, but Joe wasn't expecting him to be one of the most attractive men he's ever met.

It takes him a few seconds to recover but he does, turning more fully to face Nicky.

"Haven't decided yet," he answers threateningly, though the sunny smile he gives the critic is entirely genuine. He's looking forward to this, actually. "I'll show you the rest of the exhibit," he offers, gesturing pleasantly. But make no mistake Nicky, he will defend each piece tooth and nail.

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Nicky raises a brow, because that reaction hadn't been what he'd been expecting. Joe continues to surprise him on many levels, it seems. He sips his wine, trying to subdue his reaction before Joe goes and thinks that Nicky is overly interested in taking a tour with him, so he can criticize everything.

It's not the art he's more interested in, so much as the barbed and sharp retorts, not to mention the amazing view.

Joe might be a narcissist to stare too long, but Nicky by no means has to play by the same rules, which means that if he stares at the paintings of Joe's body, it just makes him an art connoisseur (and maybe a little bit of a creep). "Lead on," he encourages, gesturing with his wine.

Well, Joe did invite him knowing fully well that it would only encourage criticism. He can take it. He is looking forward to a debate, actually.

He grins wider and bows his head politely, guiding Nicky through the exhibit. It's not all paintings of Joe's body, to be fair. There are a lot of landscapes in mixed media, portraits of people Joe found interesting in sharp charcoal, abstract pieces that seem to project a certain mood, a few clay sculptures. Let it not be said that Joe does not dabble in many different art forms.

Some of the pieces are self-portraits though, not necessarily all flattering, done in charcoal and paint. They come to a stop in front of a somewhat racy one, Yusuf's naked body from his parted lips to under his belly button, in shades of black and white.

"Let's hear it, then," he states, sounding playfully resigned to what Nicky is going to say.

Nicky falls a step or two behind Joe, to be polite he'll insist. The truth is that by stepping back, he gets the most magnificent view of Joe's ass, which the paintings hardly capture. He's not sure he's about to let that piece of criticism slip past his lips. After all, that might give away exactly what it is he's feeling.

He stops by a few clay sculptures, and then moves on to the landscapes, but it's the self-portraits he pays the most attention to, and the one they've stopped in front of has actually rendered Nicky somewhat speechless.

"I already told you that it was very narcissistic." He feels like in the absence of his voice, the worst little parts of his brain come out. His eyes flick over the nude body in front of him, then glance to Joe, as he gives a thoughtful harrumph.

It can't possibly be accurate.

"I take it you embellish your subject?"

Joe can't help but be a little nervous as Di Genova looks at the different pieces with his sharp eyes, watching his face. His art means a lot to him, and he's somewhat worried about what the critic will say. There isn't much criticism however, at least not before they get to the self-portrait.

Then Di Genova gets a pinched look on his face, and accuses him of embellishing his subject. Joe shakes his head, considering the piece thoughtfully. "The point of this isn't beauty. I tried to convey feelings, ideas. I know you think this is narcissistic, but it doesn't matter that it's me. It could be someone else, the intent would be the same."

He looks over to Nicky and gives him a grin. "But if that's your way of trying to get me to take my shirt off so you can see for yourself, I think I'm going to need at least one more glass of wine to get there," he taunts, playfully.

It's not Nicky's fault that his biology makes him go red as easily as he does, but when Joe offers to take his shirt off with one more glass of wine, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turn that furious shade, and he glares at the man.

"I just don't think any human can look like that," is his derisive reply, very pointedly not offering to get him another drink.

If Joe intends to strip, Nicky is not going to ply him with alcohol to get him to do it. He wants to earn it himself, however that happens. "What feelings are those muscles supposed to be telling us?" Nicky asks aloud, noticing that they're beginning to draw a bit of an audience, which means his words get a touch sharper, as if he's back to performing for a crowd.

It's not Nicky's fault but Joe loves to see it, and he will watch the way his ears and cheeks go pink with great pleasure. Di Genova is pretty difficult to read overall, so this little tell that Joe's playful seduction is working matters a lot.

Of course, because Di Genova is really fucking good at mixed signals, it's followed by more disparaging comments about Joe himself, and his art. "You haven't been looking at the right humans, then," Joe points out, his tone still amused.

He narrows his eyes a little when Nicky challenges his art, noticing as well, that they are drawing some attention. Joe doesn't mind an audience for this, though. In fact, it will help him get appropriately passionate.

He puts his hands on his hips and turns to face Nicky, launching in a heated speech about trying to reflect the duality of mankind, good and evil, softness and harshness, light and shadow. It's slightly pretentious but he makes some good points, and he's obviously honest about his ideas, his eyes dark and assertive, his voice full of emotions.

Nicky is starting to be annoyed at the appraising looks people are giving Joe as he grows more passionate about his art with every passing moment. Of course Nicky agrees with some of his points, but the murmuring nearby and the way people are looking at him makes Nicky feel possessive and selfish.

He's the one who was invited here, he's the one critiquing the art. It's enough to add an edge to him, a sharpness that he hadn't been in possession of before.

"No," he agrees, when Joe is finally done. "I see none of my ex's have given me either inspiration or such heated defense," he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you feel all that in there," he says, tapping on Joe's chest with two fingers. "Then why is it only on this wall here?" he challenges.

"You have such big feelings, but such a small wall."

It's not meant to be an insult, though it may come across as one.

Joe is too deep into his own speech to notice that he's definitely getting a lot of interested looks, his eyes staying on the way Nicky's face is growing more and more pinched.

His eyebrows arch a little when Nicky mentions his exes, because he didn't mean to target them specifically; he meant people Nicky has met in general. But that is an interesting leap for the critic to make. And Joe is very interested.

"Ah," he answers, serious and playful at the same time. He puts his hand over Nicky's, very lightly, to keep it on his chest. He's not insulted; this just shows that Nicky doesn't know him very well. "But my feelings aren't confined to that wall. They overflow. To other art pieces, to every day." He pats Nicky's hand, gently. "To this very moment."

("That's some romantic shit," a girl in the group that is forming around them says, just loud enough for them to hear.)

Joe's missed his meaning, but Nicky is feeling just sharp and vindictive enough to be willing to clarify his point. He raises a brow, and takes Joe's hand off his own, so he can point to the four corners of this wall.

"No. Not your feelings being confined to this wall. You have a very small wall in a very small gallery," he says, willing to be pedantic to get his point across.

If Joe is so passionate about art (and he has the talent), then why is it that this gallery is all that he's able to display his feelings on? Also, his brain is asking if Joe's heart had been beating faster. Had it been? Did he just not notice?

Di Genova's words are harsh and so is his voice, and yet Joe can't help but feel mostly charmed by what he's saying. "I do, unfortunately," he answers, with good humour. "You know how the art world is. It's difficult to make it." He arches an eyebrow, playful. "Especially with all those harsh critics out here."

Joe's heart has been beating very fast since he understood who Nicky was so yes, he does understand the feeling.

He lets go of Nicky's hand easily, though he would have liked the contact to continue. "But I'm flattered you think I deserve more," he adds. That's not exactly what Nicky said, but Joe will stick to that interpretation.

"Oh, I know."

It's why Nicky, as art critic, has a second job to help with his money because making art doesn't pay grandly, but reviewing art isn't much better. It's why he's taken up a pen name in order to publish romance novels on the side, which is a dependable source of income. He will never admit to it out loud, but looking at Joe, he thinks he has the titular protagonist of his next novel picked out.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers, keen to look casual because Joe has him very flustered and he doesn't like that. "Maybe if you branched out, like I suggested, you'd get more space next time."

Joe would be very, very flattered to be turned into a romance novel hero. He might even have some input, should Nicky ever decide to tell him.

He hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I mean, I have painted other people before." It had been both fun and painstaking, trying to capture the essence of other people on canvas. "But as we've discussed, models aren't cheap, and I am but a poor starving artist."

He glances over to Nicky, his eyebrows arching playfully. "Unless you want to volunteer, of course." It's mostly a tease, he doesn't think Di Genova will actually agree, but it's a nice thought. It would be a challenge, to capture this man's classic beauty, his quiet ferocity. Provided Joe can concentrate while staring at him, obviously.

Nicky hadn't been talking about himself, exactly, but there's a little stubborn voice inside his brain that refuses to back down from a challenge. Now that Joe has put it out there, for him to say no would look like he's giving up or refusing.

That's not going to happen.

Joe probably thinks that he's calling his bluff, offering like that, but it's not like Nicky's hours are set aside for tasks at this point. "Sure," he says, not even realizing until he says it that he's willingly giving in like this. Not giving in, he reminds himself. Playing the game, refusing to lose. "Maybe you won't pay me, but you could cook," he says, hinting around the edges of calling it a date with the gorgeous artist who just offered to draw him.

Joe's eyes go wide when Nicky agrees, and wider still when he asks him to cook. Then he smiles, small at first and then very brightly, a full beam as he tilts his head in agreement. "Sold. I'm a pretty good cook, I'll make it worth your while," he says, sounding just a little flirtatious. Is this a date? It feels like it could be a date. Joe is so lucky.

"I'll give you my number, we can work out when works for both of us," he adds, still grinning sunnily. This is shaping up to be an exceptional day.

Did they just arrange a date, simple as that, in a public art gallery after Nicky just spent the last hour vaguely insulting Joe's work? He blinks, trying to orient himself, because he'd been the one to push it, but he's still shocked that it's happening.

It feels like he's working on auto-pilot as he digs out his phone to hand it to Joe, his brain hustling to catch up. "Are you going to be able to tolerate working with me if I spend the whole time giving you advice and tips?" he warns, but there's a playful glimmer in his eyes as he does.

This is almost too easy and if it were anyone else, Joe might suspect he was being played. But Di Genova has been nothing but honest with him so far -often painfully so- and if he's agreeing to this, Joe has to believe he's willing to do it. Not to mention that the guy is so attractive Joe will be damned if he misses his chance at seeing more of him. He takes the phone, easily putting in his name and number.

"I suppose we'll see," Joe answers, grinning brightly. He shrugs, handing Nicky his phone back. "I do actually value constructive criticism, you know. As long as it's not just calling me a small-minded narcissist."

Nicky takes his phone back, allowing his fingers to brush over Joe's fingers when he does, a little playful touch that he uses to see if the same feeling is there within him as it was last time.

It is. It's there and more. It's like an electrical current, a connection he didn't think he could have, but when his fingers touch Joe's skin, it lights up and makes him feel alive in ways he hadn't thought possible before.

Huh, that's very interesting.

"I never said that you were small-minded," he says, eyes skimming Joe's body. "I don't think there's anything small about you."

Joe looks up at the touch, his lips parting when it lingers between them. He feels it too, the tingle that starts where Nicky's skin is brushing against his and goes down his spine in a slow shiver.

"You said I was confined to a single wall," Joe reminds, playfully enough because it didn't hurt his feelings, his eyebrows arching when Nicky gives him a very pointed once over. He feels the ridiculous need to flex and does not, instead tilting his head to the side, the corner of his lips curling up.

Well. If he hadn't been sure Di Genova was interested in him before, now he certainly is. "Perhaps you'll get to find out," he answers, his tone flirtatious but light, keeping things easy between them.

"That doesn't have to do with your mind, your thoughts, or any other parts of you," Nicky counters, because 'small' is not a word that he would have used to describe Joe and if he goes back through his reviews, he'd have confirmation that he hadn't delved to that level.

Tucking his phone away, he finds that he's yet to take his eyes off Joe, stunned in place by him. "Will I?" he echoes, trying to play it cool. "Is that a hint about your process and how you create?"

Joe is neglecting his duties to the other patrons at his own exhibit and yet he can't bring himself to care, entirely absorbed by this discussion, by the gleam in Nicky's eyes.

"Thank you, then," he returns, keeping his eyes on Nicky's face, taking in the slight flush in his cheeks, the way he's staring right back. "Oh yes," he answers, playing along. "I'd be delighted to show you my process." He almost can't keep a straight face as he says it.

Nicky's not even being subtle about his onceover now, his eyes scanning Joe from head to toe, sliding over him as he bites his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything too stupid. He feels stupid. He'd known how fun it was to rile Joe up through emails, but he'd never considered how good it could be in person.

Plus, there's the part where he's fairly sure the only reason he even replied to Joe in the first place was to flirt fiendishly with him.

"I'll be sitting at home, waiting for your call," he admits, aware that all eyes are on them. "I'll leave you to your other adoring public," he teases, voice pitched to a whisper.

Joe doesn't mind the intense onceover much, especially considering the way his own eyes zero on Nicky's mouth when he bites his lower lip, unable to look away. It takes Nicky speaking up again to make him meet his eye, suddenly remembering that there are other people in the room and that, yes, they are definitely attracting attention.

It's not that Joe forgot, exactly. But it didn't seem all that important, for the past few minutes.

"I'll call," he says, immediately. He's not going to play hard to get, here. He snorts, glancing around and giving the people in the gallery a sheepish smile. "I'll be taking questions from other people, now," he states, prompting a few laughs. He can't resist glancing back to Nicky again though, giving him a grin.