And, to whet your appetites for sexy college boys, here's an excerpt for you.
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He barely recognized his own voice
as he went on. "The human body is... fascinating." There was a
question, an invitation, underlying his statement. He hoped Ash would hear it
and understand. Despite this sudden swell of bravery, he knew he couldn't say
that out loud.
A slow smile spread across Ash's
face. Matthew grinned back, guessing his message had gotten through. His guess
was confirmed when Ash asked, "Have you ever had a live model?"
"No." Matthew's cock
strained at his breeches. He yearned to draw Ash, see him stripped and posed.
He couldn't remember ever wanting anything so much or so urgently in his life.
Then reality crashed down on him.
His face fell. "My materials are at my apartment." In the time it
took to get there and back, the moment would be beyond lost. And there was no
way he was taking Ash back to his flat. He didn't want Ash to see it. It was so
unbearably grim, lacking in any charm or comfort, especially when compared to
Ash's quirky and inviting room upstairs.
"What do you need?" Ash
asked.
"Charcoal pencils, largish
paper."
"I have that."
"You do?" Matthew perked
up at this spark of hope. It was almost too good to believe. "How?
Why?"
"Botany class. We do a lot of
plant sketching. I not only have charcoal pencils, I have pressed pigment
pencils."
Matthew's eyes lit up and Ash
grinned and grabbed his hand. "Come on." Ash pulled him to his feet
and toward the stairs.
Matthew's practical side asserted
itself and, still clinging to sense, he asked, "What about our
books?"
"No one will bother them. Come
on!" He practically dragged Matthew from the parlor. By the time their
feet hit the stairs, though, Matthew was plenty willing to follow him up.
Inside the cozy comfort of the
little attic room, Ash went immediately to the window seat. He opened it and
fished around inside, coming up a moment later with a large tablet and a tin
box. "Here." He handed the box to Matthew who opened it and looked in
wonder at the myriad colored pencils within.
"Where did you get
these?" he asked, awed and envious.
"Some of them I bought in
town. Some of them my dad gave me before I came here." Ash flipped through
the tablet of his botany drawings, Matthew looking over his shoulder. The
plants were barely recognizable, and then only because he'd labeled them.
"They're awful, I know," said Ash. He pulled a disgusted face.
"It's all right to say so."
"I just have one
question," said Matthew.
"Yes?" Ash turned and
looked up at him. "What?"
"Are you actually passing botany?"
Ash burst out laughing. "All
right, Master Critical." He flipped to a blank sheet and shoved the tablet
at Matthew. "Let's see you do better."
"That much I can
guarantee."
"I've never been an artist's
model." Ash's eyes looked deep blue in the lantern light and his voice was
husky. "Tell me what to do."
Matthew swallowed hard once. The
heat and tightness in his groin were intense, and he was glad for the tablet he
held in front of him. What was he thinking? He'd never get through this! Panic
began to rise in him, quelling his arousal. No.
I want to do this, damn it!
Steeling himself and taking control of his fear, he said with as much authority
as he could muster, "Strip."
***
And tomorrow I'll have an "author bonus" scene to post both here and over at my website. It will give you a little insight into a lesser-seen character of the novella. I'll also have a buy link so you can be the first on your block to rush out, so to speak, and get a copy. ;-D
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