Your Arms Feel Like Home

Randy smiled as he walked into his art room. He had sketchbooks and canvases and pencils and paints everywhere. "Look around," he said.

John walked around the room, smiling as he saw all the art. He stopped in front of a large, colorful painting. It looked like figures dancing, though it looked pretty abstract. "Wow." He said, he his eyes became glued to the painting.

Randy smiled. "I did that the other night," he said, hoping John got the hint.

John smiled at Randy. "It's amazing. Inspires me." He said with a wink.

Randy chuckled. "That's good," he said with a smile.

John nodded and went over to the stereo. "What do you listen to..." He said, pressing play. He smiled, Gypsy playing through the speakers. "Shakira?" John chuckled before going over to Randy, grabbing his hands. "Dance with me." He said with a smiled.

"Um," Randy said, biting his lip. Dancing wasn't his thing. "I'd rather draw you dancing."

John shrugged. "Fair enough." He said with a smile as Stop and Star by OneRepublic came on. He stepped back from Randy and started dancing. His style was modern, contemporary jazz or anything else.

Randy sat down and opened a sketchbook, grabbing one of his drawing pencils and drawing John.

John danced, his moves fluid, having fun with the song. His face always lit up when danced, his smile bright and his lean muscle flexing as his toes pointed.

Randy was intently focused, drawing John during a specific move from memory. John was beautiful.

John finished his dance, staying on the floor and sat up, crossing his legs indian style. "So, my little dance inspire you?" He chuckled.

Randy smiled as he drew. "It did," he said softly as he glanced at John before looking back at his drawing. It was coming out good so far.

John smiled. "Can I see or do I gotta wait?" He asked, wanting to see what Randy drew so far.

"You must wait," Randy said, glancing between John and the paper.

John pouted. "Fine." He huffed and crossed his arms, waiting impatiently.

Randy chuckled, drawing John's pout, one that he wanted to kiss away badly. "I'm almost done. Be patient," he said.

John stuck his tongue out. "I'm not patient." He said, twirling a strand of his hair.

Randy rolled his eyes as he finished his drawing. He gave it a few extra lines and blew all the extra lead away before handing John the sketch.

John looked at the sketch, and was left speechless. It was amazing. It made John seem more beautiful than he really was. "Wow..." He breathed, looking at all the careful details and features.

Randy smiled. "If you examine it closely, you'll see that one thing is different," he said. He liked to make people find the differences from the drawing to real life.

John bit his lip as he struggled to find the differance. "I fail, I give up." He pouted.

Randy chuckled. "Look at the right arm. What do you see?" he asked.

"Uhh... Tattoo?" John guessed.

Randy chuckled. "Yeah. The tattoo. Which actually happens to be from my own arm."