Your Arms Feel Like Home

John smiled. "Artist? Really? Well uh... our dance company is looking for a new logo. A picture, to represent our upcoming world tour. Do... do you you think you could do the job? It would pay really well." He said.

Randy nodded. "I would love to. I would need to know what I need to draw," he said.

"Well, our CEO wants... something aloof. Elegant, yet dark at the same time. Shadowy. He had maybe one of the head dancers and their shadow or something like that." John said.

Randy nodded. "It'll take a while, but it'll be worth it," he said with a smile.

John smiled. "Good. You'll get payed maybe a few hundred thousand dollars depending on how good it is. But I'm sure you'll make it amazing." He said.

Randy looked at him. "Few hundred thousand? For a drawing?" he asked incredulously.

John nodded, wondering what the big deal was. "Yeah. Lineage is the best modern dance company in the North America, possibly one of the best of the world. being able to draw their logo, the thing that represents us is a big deal... no pressure." He chuckled. He made millions a year. So John really didn't see as a few thousand a whole lot...

"I'm not used to that kind of money off one drawing," Randy said. He didn't really worry about making money, since he already had it.

"Yeah. But it's a strict company. It has to be good. They've already turned down some of the best artists in the country." John said. John had enough money to retire, but but he kept dancing because he loved it.

Randy shrugged. "If they don't want it, that's up to them. I honestly could care less," he said.

John nodded. "Wish I had an attitude like that. I care way too much about what people think of my dancing." he chuckled slightly.

Randy shrugged. "I obviously want people to like my stuff but I can't change the fact that they don't so I don't let it bother me. Everyone has a different opinion."

John nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess." He said, his eyes eating up Randy's body. How badly he wanted him... but he couldn't have him. It was like Randy just sitting there was a tease to John. He shook his head and tried to focus.

Randy sighed as he stretched his torso out. Sitting for so long made him feel tense, which was why he took so many breaks when he drew.

John bit hi lip hard as he stared at Randy stretching. Fucking tease. He sucked in a breath, letting out through his nose. His urges were returning. He had never wanted a man any more than he did Randy. And that was a bad thing. "S-So... what kinda things do you draw?" He asked,his voice tense as he tried to control himself.

"Anything and everything, though I'm best a portraits. I love the challenge of trying to capture a person in a drawing," Randy replied with a smile.

John nodded, trying to focus on his words. "That's cool... you'll have to show me sometime." He said, shifting slightly in his seat.

"We can go now if you want. My place isn't far from here," Randy replied.

John smiled. "Sure. I'd love that." He said, his urges slowly slipping away. But in Randy's place... He'd probably want to jump him.

Randy smiled and paid the bill before getting up and walking out of the restaurant.

John followed Randy. He bit his lip and handed Randy the keys to his Ducati. "You can ride her, I'll ride bitch. Plus, I don't know where your place is." He chuckled.

Randy chuckled and climbed on, putting the key in the ignition and starting it up, waiting for John to get on.

John smiled and climbed on, wrapping his arms tight around Randy's waist, resting his head on his back.

Randy pulled out of the parking lot onto the road and drove to his house, loving the feeling of the wind on his face.

John held on loosely, just enjoying now. He didn't mind riding back seat, but he preferred to to drive.