Ev Myers was looking for trouble when he signed up to do nude art modeling, but he wasn’t expecting this much of trouble. All he’d wanted to do was rebel against the moral limits of his strict religious family and the PR requirements of his father’s senate seat. He saw how much bigger his world could be when Professor Adam Buchanan opened Ev to new passions and new experiences But when Ev’s family learned how far he had gone, they decided to resort to kidnapping and brainwashing to save their son from sin and scandal—even if it kills him. (M/M)
On the sixth session, Ev was more than happy to follow Mr. Ahlm’s direction for the first pose, in which he was reclined against a decorative pillar with one knee bent and the other leg extended, one arm bent to prop up his head and the other lying open on the platform at his side.
In the far corner of the room, a door opened and closed. The click of booted footsteps peppered among the charcoal’s scratching. He wanted to look, but without breaking his pose Ev could only just make out a man’s form at the back wall. The man seemed to be speaking to the teacher. They shook hands and lingered closely. Another set of eyes was added to the mix. The additional scrutiny tightened Ev’s skin, making his hair stand on end from his calves to the top of his head.
When the man walked closer, toward the platform, Ev swallowed hard and told himself not to move. He walked into Ev’s line of sight.
When their gazes met, a strange jolt hit Ev. Right away, he knew why.
Ahh, fuck, Ev swore internally, glancing away. His face heated and he feared a blush so powerfully, his balls drew up. Dread and discomfort twisted inside him. It was just like when he’d accidentally catch John’s eye in the locker room while they were both naked and no one else was around. It was exciting but there was danger there. Ev couldn’t run from it this time. There would be no fleeing the awkward moment by grabbing his bag and jogging for the exit. He was stuck in place for scrutiny.
The guy had dark auburn hair, vivid, sky blue eyes and was probably the most attractive man Ev had ever seen. He made John look like a troll. The redhead came even closer, staring up and down Ev’s body.
The blush came with whispers he may or may not have imagined. The redhead circled the platform, taking in every angle. Never had Ev been more aware of his nakedness or felt more self-conscious.
With a honeyed tenor, the redhead called, “Hey, Günter, it’s okay if I walk around awhile, right?”
Don’t get hard, you dipshit. Don’t you fucking dare.