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Joe is too private to just tell the whole world he has a new boyfriend like this, but he will tag the picture with #beautifulcanvas #thebest and let people imagine what they will. "I'm putting in nice tags about the canvas, don't worry," he tells Nicky, typing in the post that this is just a painting he did for fun on a willing participant, and hitting send.

He sets his phone aside, leaning in to kiss the top of Nicky's shoulder, where he hasn't painted him. "Yeah? Are you going to tell me?" he teases, leaning up so Nicky can turn around if he likes.

"Good, because I wouldn't want to have to introduce people to your art only to find out you've insulted my back," Nicky says, especially when he has a very good back. His broad shoulders means there's plenty of room for Joe to work with, which means it's probably a beautiful painting.

It will be a shame to wash it off later, but right now, he has something else in mind. His eyes are bright as he sits up, grabbing at Joe's waist to prevent him from falling as he struggles to make room for himself.

Hooking his fingers in the hem of Joe's shirt, he tugs at it just a little. "First, I need this off. Pants, too."

"I would never insult your back, it's lovely," Joe says, very earnestly. He does think that: Nicky's back is broad and strong, and Joe loves how sensitive he was to the brushstrokes.

He lets Nicky turn and sit up, kneeling to give him room and grinning down to him when he's settled. The request to remove his shirt is expected and Joe moves to unbutton it, his eyebrows arching when Nicky tells him to take off his pants as well. "Pants too?" he prompts, teasing. "What kind of painting is that going to be?"

He doesn't mind, obviously, shedding the shirt and standing up from the couch so he can remove his trousers too.

"I like when you're in that position over my back," Nicky says smoothly, reaching for some of the paints. He doesn't bother putting his shirt back on, because he's a little worried about making a mess, so there's one other important question to ask.

"Does this stuff wash out of the couch, in case I accidentally drip some?" he asks, reaching for the deep red and burnished oranges, eager to get his fingers dirty for the art he has in mind.

"I'll give you a back massage some time, if you like," Joe offers, stepping out of his trousers. "Same position." He smiles as Nicky selects his paints, his eyes fond.

"It should be fine. The couch cover washes off pretty well, I've spilled paint on it many times already." He's not uncomfortable to be in his underwear, sitting back next to Nicky, watching him curiously. Spreading his arms, he gives Nicky a grin. "How do you want me, then?"

"You have to know that you can't offer that and not expect me to collect," Nicky warns, because he will. He will take anything that gets Joe's hands on him, but something with massage oil and his strong hands on his back, sliding down to his waist, that's an impossible offer to ignore.

He can feel the paint flaking a little on his back, grinning as he reaches for the brush to paint the inner palms of his hand with the dark red and a little orange, pressing that painted palm flush over Joe's chest. It's right over his heart, a large Nicky handprint as his thumb brushes over the nipple to make a mark.

"I want you right here," he says, distracted, as he paints his hand orange now, the mark on his ribs this time.

"I'm fully willing to deliver," Joe confirms, fondly. He'd enjoy too, he thinks, getting to knead and rub at Nicky's muscles until he relaxes entirely under his hands. He's good at it, and he'd love to see how pliant and loose-limbed he could coax Nicky to be.

"Oh, we're doing finger painting now, aren't we?" Joe comments, but he stays put when Nicky presses his painted hand to his heart. The paint is cool against his skin and the sensation of Nicky's finger brushing against his nipple makes Joe shiver pleasantly. "I'm not going anywhere," he says, his voice low.

He grins, slowly. "Are you going to leave hand prints all over me, Nicolo?"

"Hand painting," is Nicky's defensive reply, whistling gently under his breath to coax Joe to lean forward, because the next handprint is one that's going to go on the small of his back, just under the hem of his underwear where Nicky's fingertips disappear below the fabric.

Yes, he very much likes the way that looks, extremely so.

Joe's words, though, they hit Nicky harder than he's expected, softening as he meets his eye. "Do you promise?" he asks, rough and raw. He knows they've only just decided to date, to be boyfriends, but he thinks he'll never meet someone so perfect as Joe ever again.

"Hand painting," Joe corrects, smiling. He leans forward when Nicky coaxes him to, resting his cheek against his shoulder and his hand on Nicky's thigh. He makes a small noise of pleasure when Nicky's palm smears paint on the small of his back, nuzzling Nicky's neck.

The question is raw enough to make him lean back and meet Nicky's eyes, his eyebrows arching at what he sees there. He moves his hand to cup Nicky's cheek instead, his gaze warm and soft. "Yes, Nico. I promise." There is nowhere else he'd rather be, and he can't imagine that changing in the near future.

Nicky takes a little longer on these marks because of where Joe is. He breathes in deeply, loving the closeness of his body, the way it feels so perfect with his mouth where it is, his hand on his cheek. He slides his fingers out to start painting again, stealing soft kisses in between, enjoying the gentle touch of it as he eases back with a sunny smile.

"Good, because I'm not the easiest man to get along with," he confesses, eyes sparkling, as if Joe doesn't already know that. "I don't know when another handsome artist would ask me to pose nude for him, I don't think that chance comes along that often."

He lets his fingers slide down Joe's arm, and then the next handprint goes over the meat of his shoulder.

Nicky's full smile is such a beautiful sight, Joe feels truly lucky that he gets to see it often now. He grins back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, kissing back each time Nicky leans in.

"I've noticed. I like that about you, actually." Joe does mean that. He likes that Nicky has strong opinions, that he will argue if he judges it necessary, that he will keep Joe on his toes.

He chuckles when Nicky mentions how they met, shaking his head. "You know I meant it as a joke, right? I wasn't expecting you to just casually accept." He grins wider. "I thought wow, these European guys truly are very comfortable with nudity."

He looks down at his own shoulder, taking in the shape of Nicky's large hand, red-orange on his skin. "Where next?" he inquires, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Nicky is getting distracted by these kisses, so he knows he's going to have to start paying attention soon to the painting, or he's going to end up on top of Joe, doing nothing more than making out with him. Not that it would be a bad thing, but he has more marks he wants to put on him.

He leans back so he can paint his palm blue, reaching for Joe's leg, hitching the ankle around his waist so he can put a blue handprint on Joe's inner thigh, squeezing gently as the palm mark starts to become distorted.

"You put it out there as a joke, but if I refused, I would have lost the game." Never mind that there probably wasn't a game they were playing. In Nicky's mind, there had been.

That would not be a bad thing, Joe would enjoy that. He's curious to see what Nicky's final vision with this is, however.

Joe wraps his leg around Nicky's waist easily, shifting to keep his balance. He's half-hard already, from Nicky kissing him and touching him and promising him a future together. His underwear doesn't do much to conceal it, but he's completely unashamed.

"I think if you'd refused, I would have lost the game too," Joe remarks, grinning. Not the same game, perhaps, but their game nonetheless. He watches Nicky's handprint on his inner thigh, his eyebrows arching. "Look, if you're gearing up to put one on my ass eventually, just fess up and ask now," he teases, his eyes dark and warm.

Nicky's eyes slide down to what Joe's underwear is doing a poor job concealing, licking his lips. He's only partway through his very possessive hand-painting of Joe, but the more time that passes, the more he wants to go wash his hands and use his hand for something else.

Unless...

"I was thinking, actually, that I could put it on your cock, but I'm not sure if that's safe," he confesses bluntly.

"Uh," Joe says, his mind going a little blank at the idea of Nicky touching him like this. "Probably not," he says, his eyes follow Nicky's tongue as he licks over his lips. "But I do have skin-safe paint for face painting. That would probably work."

Joe lets his thighs fall open a little wider, leaning back on his hands to put the muscles in his chest in sharp relief. "Do you want me to go and get it?" he offers, teasingly.

Nicky lets his gaze slide down, too, on the bulge in Joe's pants that interests him so much. He lets out a shaky breath once he moves, palming his way up Joe's chest to grab him by the waist and kiss him. "I want you to get the right paint and then come take your pants off," he says firmly.

"Because I want to mark you everywhere," is Nicky's main intention. "You're going to be mine, Joe, all mine, and my hands on you will prove it."

Joe's arms come around Nicky's painted shoulders, feeling the paint flake a little under his hands. "Nicky," he whispers, awed, and then kisses back, his eyes slipping shut. He grins at the request, tilting his head to the side as he considers. "I hadn't realized marks of ownership were an option, or I would definitely have painted your face," he returns, touching the corner of Nicky's lips.

He nods, giving Nicky another kiss. "You can put your hands everywhere you like, Nicky. It's all yours to touch." He has to move away to get the right paint, rummaging through a few drawers and throwing tubes over to the couch. He comes back to sit next to Nicky, removing his underwear carefully.

"Face painting, Joe? Really?" he teases, smirking as he leans in to kiss him through every barb and tease. "Would you have given me whiskers, to be the most fearsome jungle cat in creation?" he can't help but prod, smirking through the next kiss.

He slides back to take the new paint, smearing it on his palm and hungrily eyeing Joe as he takes off his underwear. Nicky still has his sweatpants and underwear on, but if the paint is safe for skin, it's probably safe for clothes, too.

"Well, then, I want to touch..." he trails off, taking Joe's cock in hand, squeezing slightly, and giving it a paint-streaked stroke.

Joe grins, touching Nicky's upper lip, amused at the idea of giving him whiskers. "No, I think I would have used silver, green and blue to draw rays starting around your eyes and crossing your whole face." He traces a line down Nicky's cheek. "Like moonlight radiating from your gaze."

He leans back on the couch, letting Nicky move closer to him. The touch draws a gasp because it is cold and sticky but pleasurable nonetheless, Joe's hips arching into it. He spreads his thighs to encourage Nicky to paint him as he likes, displaying the hand print already there.

Edited (typo!) 2021-02-09 00:25 (UTC)

Nicky hums at the thought of the idea, thinking about how he would look as some sort of moonlit creature, emerging from Joe's painted fingertips, a new thing for the world to deal with. He has time for that later. They both will, since Nicky isn't planning to go home tonight.

He looks down at Joe's cock, twisting up his lips thoughtfully. "It's a bit smudged," he says, and starts getting the safe paint on his fingertips again, reaching for Joe's hip and digging his painted fingertips in, letting out a small noise of discontent, followed by a laugh.

Because, "I'm an idiot," he curses in Italian under his breath. "Joe, what have I done?" It's just hit him that now, he's not so sure about wrapping his mouth around Joe's cock, because of all the paint. And it's not like Joe can stick that inside him. Can he?

Nicky is otherworldly to Joe, and that face paint would only underline that more. There is time, still, yes. They can do it later.

Joe's breaths come out shaky for a few seconds when Nicky stops touching him. He swallows dryly and tries to get himself under control, tamping down the need to be touched again, to kiss Nicky again. He looks at the paint smears on his cock, huffing quietly. "It is." It barely even looks like a hand print at this point.

He looks back up when Nicky laughs and curses in Italian, his eyebrows arching curiously. "You've put paint all over me?" he offers, amused though he's not sure why Nicky is calling himself an idiot. The paint on his cock is drying and it's a strange itchy sensation, making him shift. Perhaps he'll have to get a washcloth and clean it off.

Nicky still feels a little out of control, even if he's very mad at himself. He digs his fingers into Joe's shoulders as he whines, kissing him deeply as he eases back with a heartbroken look, as though this is truly the worst thing that he's been through. "I cannot give you a blowjob, now," he says, despondently, sighing as he eases back. "And," he adds, "you cannot fuck me."

All these terrible things, all because Nicky wanted to show Joe just how much he belonged to him. And yet, he cannot be too upset, because he sees the handprints all over him and it drives him wild, his mind telling him how good it looks.

Nicky's dramatic response makes Joe laugh, even as he leans into his touch, kissing him back. It's a good kiss, deep and heated, stoking the fire of Joe's arousal. He nips on Nicky's lower lip, leaning back when he starts to speak again. "That... is a very serious problem," he says, sounding amused though the idea of not doing these things because of the paint is very disappointing.

"But we can fix that, tesoro." Joe cups Nicky's face with both hands, stroking over his cheekbones, catching his eyes. Nicky looks wild at the moment, his eyes dark and warm, and Joe has never been so attracted to anyone else before. "I'll go and wash it off, yes? I can leave the other ones on, if you'd like." He pats Nicky's shoulders seriously. "You get naked and into bed." He grins. "Then we can see about the things you want to do."

Nicky nods, like he's just discovered one of the world's most awful problems, but there's a smile hiding behind it, a tease and a joy, because this is what Nicky loves (and yes, he knows it's too early to love Joe, but that doesn't mean he can't love the time they spend together).

It's so easy to tease and not worry that Joe will think less of him or that he's an asshole. Well, he might, but he also knows there's more to him.

And, of course, Joe is brilliant. Nicky grabs at his wrist, a touch possessive, and holds on tightly. "Don't wash any others off," he warns. "I want to be able to see my hands all over you." His eyes are dark and burning with desire as he insists on this, but he thinks Joe gets it, and plus, he has to go get naked. "You go. I'll see you in your bed." His first time there, too, which is very exciting.

Joe can see that amused gleam in Nicky's eyes, though it's quite well-hidden behind his exaggerated despair. It makes him chuckle, shaking his head. He loves that Nicky can be a dramatic asshole, especially for something like this where no-one's feelings are actually getting hurt.

He pauses when Nicky grabs his wrist and keeps him still, slowly grinning. "I won't. I like your hands all over me." He leans in to give Nicky a coy kiss to the cheek, getting up when he's released. "Get yourself comfortable, yes? Test how bouncy the mattress is, rub your cheek against my pillow, anything you like. I'll be right over," he taunts, heading for the bathroom.

It won't take him long to clean himself, using a washcloth, warm water and a bit of soap to remove just enough paint that Nicky and he can still have a good time in bed. Then he'll hurry back to the bedroom to see what Nicky is doing.