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The bristles on Shoyo\u2019s paintbrush are stuck together again. He takes his thumb and his forefinger, licks them, separates the bristles. It\u2019s going to happen again in two minutes, but this giant purple blob is going\u00a0somewhere<\/em>. He can feel it.<\/p>\n

He almost doesn\u2019t notice it at first when his cellphone on the table behind him buzzes. A minute later he goes, \u201cOh!\u201d and turns around. His phone has darkened, and he clicks it back on.<\/p>\n

Are u busy right now?? do you want to get lunch? :D :D<\/pre>\n
Shoyo smiles at Hitoka\u2019s text.<\/p>\n
 im painting in the usual room. come find me!! \u311f( \uff65\u04e9\uff65 )\u310f<\/pre>\n
Shoyo goes back to forming the shape on his canvas. He gets so involved that it doesn\u2019t register when Hitoka slips in with a pair of sandwiches. She walks up behind him, dips her finger in the vibrant green on Shoyo\u2019s palette, and swipes it along his cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey!\u201d Shoyo grins when he sees her. Hitoka\u2019s green fingertip is next to her smiling face. \u201cI didn\u2019t see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n
She goes behind them and puts the tray of sandwiches on the table. \u201cYou\u2019re not even hungry, are you?\u201d she asks, walking back to the canvas.<\/p>\n
Shoyo\u2019s stomach rumbles, but when he looks at his paintbrush and the colors he\u2019s already meshed together, he feels that more. \u201cNo,\u201d he says, and Hitoka giggles.<\/p>\n
She picks up a brush from the can behind them, dips it in Shoyo\u2019s yellow acrylic. \u201cI think this needs more,\u201d she says, and does a large streak blurring right into a spot of blue.<\/p>\n
Shoyo can\u2019t let her get away with\u00a0that<\/em>, much less the green that\u2019s already on his face. His brush is red now, and he swipes it right across Hitoka\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n
Some of it gets into her blond hair. She laughs, covering her palm in blue violet. She holds Shoyo\u2019s face gently so her handprint on his cheek and ear doesn\u2019t smear.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs this painting for a class?\u201d she asks Shoyo.<\/p>\n
He shakes his head no and says, \u201cJust practice.\u201d He follows the curves of her cheeks in yellow, careful to keep it out of her eyes. He puts his finger near her nostril, and she backs away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t do that!\u201d she says, giggling.<\/p>\n
Shoyo doesn\u2019t listen to her, says, \u201cHold on, I gotta get this paint in your nose!\u201d Hitoka goes, \u201cNo!\u201d and leans back even more.<\/p>\n
From that position, she reaches over to the palette in his hands, dips a clean finger into the blue, and flicks down the bridge of Shoyo\u2019s nose. Shoyo backs off and scrunches, like he\u2019s trying to get it off. Hitoka laughs.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what you get,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n
Shoyo grins. Hitoka\u2019s eyes flash in fear, and he slots the four finger tips of his right hand into the palette at the same time. She runs away before he gets a chance to touch her, and he chases after her, still carrying his paint.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome back here!\u201d he calls. \u201cI have more paint on you than you have on me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d She giggles as she dives behind a stool at a table.<\/p>\n
He crouches down and grabs her arm before she can get away. She yelps; the paint\u2019s wet and heavy and colors her upper arm in a rainbow. \u201cWah!\u201d she says, as he reaches for her face, too. His other hand is mostly dry from the paint he\u2019d been using before, but some of the blue and green that haven\u2019t dried get on her cheek and ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere,\u201d he says victoriously, sitting back.<\/p>\n
But then Hitoka grins too. Shoyo moves his palette away as fast as he can, but not fast enough – Hitoka\u2019s already dived at him, got a handful of paint, and goes for Shoyo\u2019s hair.<\/p>\n
Shoyo tries to back out from under the table, but nearly bumps his head. When he ducks to slow down, she catches him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you could move faster!\u201d she laughs, fingers threaded in his hair. She ruffles, and Shoyo slows for a bit, liking the feeling of her fingertips against his scalp.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can,\u201d he says, but his head twitches without his permission. Hitoka brings her hand back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re like a dog,\u201d she says, and giggles.<\/p>\n
\u201cWoof,\u201d he replies.<\/p>\n
Hitoka laughs, and Shoyo wiggles his head. \u201cI\u2019ve got paint all over my hair, don\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
They duck out from under the table. Shoyo glances into the mirror that they usually use for self-portraits. The tips of his hair are mostly colored, and he looks like Hitoka had splashed a rainbow into his hair, especially through the sunlight from the window. He grins; he kind of likes it.<\/p>\n
Hitoka rinses her hands in the sink. \u201cSit still for a minute,\u201d she says. \u201cI\u2019m going to paint you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She dries her hands off on Shoyo\u2019s shirt and lifts it over his shoulders and head. Her fingers are warm but the paint is cold and it makes him shiver when she colors his collar bones navy blue. She accents each of his ribs slowly. It tickles but he tries not to squirm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to paint you, too!\u201d Shoyo says. Hitoka laughs as he helps her get out of her t-shirt and bra. Neither of them hears Shoyo\u2019s phone buzz across the room.<\/p>\n
Shoyo creates a series of warm-colored spirals all around her shoulders. His light touch raises the hair on Hitoka\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat colors are you using on my back?\u201d she asks. Shoyo turns her back to the mirror so she can see. He has used all sorts of bright contrasting colors, pinks and greens and a splash of purple. It inspires her to continue working on Shoyo\u2019s torso, so they paint facing each other.<\/p>\n
Tobio finds them like this fifteen minutes later, focused on each others\u2019 skin. He admires the blue green scales on Shoyo\u2019s back (the style is very Hitoka), and the red streaks fanning over her breasts are loud enough to be the work of Shoyo. He shouldn\u2019t be surprised to find them together like this. Not after considering how they\u2019ve become notorious for walking around Hitoka\u2019s dorm in various states of undress. He remains amused.<\/p>\n
Tobio spies Hitoka\u2019s camera bag in the corner of the room, and knows that he has to capture them like this, entranced. He takes it out and snaps a shot before they hear him coming. He takes another of their smiles as they realize that he is there.<\/p>\n
\u201cKageyama!\u201d says Shoyo. The paint is still drying on his body, and he knows Tobio wouldn\u2019t join him if Shoyo tried to draw on him, would just shy away and talk about washing himself off instead. \u201cWhen did you get here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust a while ago,\u201d Tobio replies. \u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shoyo giggles, but Hitoka chirps, \u201cOkay,\u201d and starts drawing orange and yellow waves down Shoyo\u2019s side. She gets to the elastic of his shorts, and dips her fingers down there.<\/p>\n
Shoyo giggles. \u201cI forgot to get here,\u201d he says, and paints a large round heart shape around Hitoka\u2019s bellybutton. He colors it in, gets in some red.<\/p>\n
Hitoka says, \u201cTake your shorts off.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tobio\u2019s still watching. He snaps another photo as Shoyo is in the middle of shucking off his shorts. He struggles with the underwear, Hitoka laughs and helps him. Tobio takes a picture of that, too.<\/p>\n
Shoyo helps get Hitoka\u2019s jeans off, and then makes a broad stroke from one end of Hitoka\u2019s hip to the other. Their fingers have mixed up the color of the palettes and the line is mostly red, faded yellows in the background. Hitoka giggles and admires it.<\/p>\n
Shoyo quickly wipes his hand off on a towel and kneels in front of Hitoka. He dips his hand in white acrylic and reaches behind her to touch her butt. He leaves white prints down her thighs; they get more and more faded as he reaches her calves. He is about to start detailing her legs in black and gray, but Hitoka has her own agenda.<\/p>\n
She turns Shoyo around so she can resume where she left off around his lower back. She pats his thighs with spread fingers, creating horizontal dashes down his sides. She decides that she likes how the paint starts to run.<\/p>\n
Tobio can\u2019t believe the mess they are making. With Hitoka\u2019s camera, he gathers evidence of the paint dripped and splattered all over the floor. When he turns it back up to them, Hitoka\u2019s laughing and smearing the leftover paint on Shoyo\u2019s face. Shoyo scrunches his eyes shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMessing around.\u201d She grins and dips her hands in the yellow. She smacks Shoyo\u2019s butt.<\/p>\n
He yelps. \u201cThat\u2019s cold!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHold still,\u201d Hitoka says, and turns him around again. He has pink on his hands and intentionally touches her hair. She doesn\u2019t shake him off as she makes colored patterns on his butt, starting with stripes, layering and layering into checkers and lines.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me do you now,\u201d Shoyo says. He faces her again, and she tries to push him back so she can finish the rest of Shoyo\u2019s legs, the colors bleeding into the blacks and whites.<\/p>\n
He doesn\u2019t let her, so she just pushes harder until Shoyo falls over. Hitoka lands on his stomach, but makes sure that even though she\u2019s practically sitting on his stomach, she doesn\u2019t touch the red paint on his belly between her legs. Shoyo laughs and flicks blue paint on her nipple. It blurs prettily with the red paint from before.<\/p>\n
Tobio shifts. He takes another picture. Hitoka giggles at Shoyo\u2019s light touch and turns to the camera.<\/p>\n
\u201cTobio-chan you have to get full body shots,\u201d she says. She takes Shoyo\u2019s hand to help him up and doesn\u2019t let go until Tobio has taken enough pictures of their work from different angles.<\/p>\n
Tobio does. He\u2019s well aware of his dick straining against his pants. Shoyo\u00a0definitely<\/em>\u00a0eyes it, too, but Hitoka either doesn\u2019t notice or doesn\u2019t say anything either.<\/p>\n
\u201cKiyoko-san won\u2019t want to cuddle until I\u2019ve showered,\u201d she says, as Tobio takes the final shot.<\/p>\n
Shoyo asks, \u201cYou have plans with her tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hitoka nods. Shoyo looks like he\u2019s about to say something else, when Tobio, despite his obvious erection, says, \u201cHow do you two plan on getting back to your dorms like this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll go back like this,\u201d Shoyo says cheerfully, before Hitoka can answer.<\/p>\n
Tobio sputters. Hitoka asks, \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah! We shouldn\u2019t ruin our clothes like this.\u201d Shoyo gestures to their bodies.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe we can try to wash ourselves off in the bathroom sinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Shoyo laughs. Even Tobio does, too, because he imagines the three of them in the girls\u2019 bathroom, trying to get Shoyo and Hitoka to fit into the sinks. They would splash Tobio everywhere.<\/p>\n
Shoyo says, \u201cThat\u2019s a terrible idea,\u201d and Hitoka laughs again.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t go out like this,\u201d she says, and starts towards the supplies closet. Maybe they have more towels in here somewhere.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can!\u201d<\/p>\n
Shoyo grabs his canvas and clothes and races out. At least the canvas is big enough to cover his torso and junk. Tobio laughs and stares at his ass before he leaves.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got a spare jacket in my bag,\u201d he says, rifling through his messenger bag. \u201cHere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hitoka pulls it on, and it goes down to the middle of her thighs.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks!\u201d she says. Her smile is big and the insides of the sleeves are stained with orange paint. \u201cI should get going before this paint starts drying too much.\u201d<\/p>\n
She takes her bag and a sandwich from the back counter. She pulls out her camera, mentally frames Tobio, and takes the shot. \u201cBye, Tobio-chan!\u201d she says. Tobio watches her fondly as she heads out the door.<\/p>\n
He sighs, and looks around the classroom. There\u2019s paint\u00a0everywhere<\/em>. He would call Shoyo, but Shoyo is probably halfway to their dorm already and he can\u2019t make him run across campus again.<\/p>\n
He gets a sandwich, too, and starts toward the cleaning supplies. The room\u2019s the messiest he\u2019s ever seen it before, but with the colors on the floor and the sunlight cascading through the window, it looks beautiful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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