Keeping My Hands Busy
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
39
Views:
5,516
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Who's the model?
Hope you like it, here’s the next chapter.
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Trowa got to the class early the next day, earlier than he usually did, carrying his portfolio. It had taken him almost all night to decide on what pieces to choose, he decided to put in five of each different style, techniques, genre and materials used. Trowa even added some nude drawings he had done, wondering if the man would appreciate their artistic side rather than just the nudity. Rolling his eyes to himself, Trowa finally took a look at the room.
The small circular pedestal in the center of the room didn’t surprise him; it was the front of the room that caught his attention. The teacher was setting all of the normal artwork off the wall and turned to look when the door opened. Smiling at his student Mr. Davis walked to where Trowa was sitting.
“I hope you don’t mind, I wanted them to be impressed. I was also hoping the class could take some pointers from seeing your work.” Trowa just nodded, he wasn’t going to say no and piss his professor off, and it would be more professional to have the artwork up.
Pulling out each piece carefully, Trowa handed them over to the teacher to be matted and framed. It would be easy enough to take the mat and frame off and replace them with something more elegant or suited to the tastes of the model. Speaking of which, Trowa briefly wondered when he would be getting there.
Professor Davis was standing in front of the room placing the last piece on the wall as the rest of the class started walking in. Trowa sat uncomfortably in his seat as everyone put their bags down and went up to look at the new artwork. He didn’t show any sign of being uncomfortable, but he sure felt it, especially when he realized that everything had his signature on it. That must have been why Mr. Davis didn’t feel the need to tell anyone who had done them.
The class slowly took their seats as they realized that they were going to be sitting next to the artist. Great, as if he wasn’t enough of an outcast already, now people were going to try talking to him about his work. He could already feel all the students looking at him, he had never had to mentally keep himself from blushing before, but he felt the heat try to creep in and forced it away. He was going to have to get used to having people staring at him if he kept placing his art in front of them.
“Oh, could you come up here a moment?” Professor Davis was standing with a girl at the front of the class. Only being able to see her back, Trowa tried to take in her appearance. The black baggy pants and the purple shirt she was wearing made him smile, and the braid that ran down her back was longer than Duo’s. Trowa smiled at the memory of the other pilots. He stood and walked towards them, waiting to be thrown a bunch of questions at once by the students in the room.
“As I told you yesterday…….” The rest of the things that the professor was saying slipped right through his ears as he met the eyes of the girl in the front of the room. Scratch that.
“Duo…” It was the slightest little word but it brought Duo out of his shock.
“Trowa!” Smiling brightly and throwing his arms around the other, Duo held on tight to his old friend. What shocked him was that the normally distant pilot hugged him back.
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LOL told you, you couldn’t guess lol.
Ok, please review, lemme know what you think.
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Trowa got to the class early the next day, earlier than he usually did, carrying his portfolio. It had taken him almost all night to decide on what pieces to choose, he decided to put in five of each different style, techniques, genre and materials used. Trowa even added some nude drawings he had done, wondering if the man would appreciate their artistic side rather than just the nudity. Rolling his eyes to himself, Trowa finally took a look at the room.
The small circular pedestal in the center of the room didn’t surprise him; it was the front of the room that caught his attention. The teacher was setting all of the normal artwork off the wall and turned to look when the door opened. Smiling at his student Mr. Davis walked to where Trowa was sitting.
“I hope you don’t mind, I wanted them to be impressed. I was also hoping the class could take some pointers from seeing your work.” Trowa just nodded, he wasn’t going to say no and piss his professor off, and it would be more professional to have the artwork up.
Pulling out each piece carefully, Trowa handed them over to the teacher to be matted and framed. It would be easy enough to take the mat and frame off and replace them with something more elegant or suited to the tastes of the model. Speaking of which, Trowa briefly wondered when he would be getting there.
Professor Davis was standing in front of the room placing the last piece on the wall as the rest of the class started walking in. Trowa sat uncomfortably in his seat as everyone put their bags down and went up to look at the new artwork. He didn’t show any sign of being uncomfortable, but he sure felt it, especially when he realized that everything had his signature on it. That must have been why Mr. Davis didn’t feel the need to tell anyone who had done them.
The class slowly took their seats as they realized that they were going to be sitting next to the artist. Great, as if he wasn’t enough of an outcast already, now people were going to try talking to him about his work. He could already feel all the students looking at him, he had never had to mentally keep himself from blushing before, but he felt the heat try to creep in and forced it away. He was going to have to get used to having people staring at him if he kept placing his art in front of them.
“Oh, could you come up here a moment?” Professor Davis was standing with a girl at the front of the class. Only being able to see her back, Trowa tried to take in her appearance. The black baggy pants and the purple shirt she was wearing made him smile, and the braid that ran down her back was longer than Duo’s. Trowa smiled at the memory of the other pilots. He stood and walked towards them, waiting to be thrown a bunch of questions at once by the students in the room.
“As I told you yesterday…….” The rest of the things that the professor was saying slipped right through his ears as he met the eyes of the girl in the front of the room. Scratch that.
“Duo…” It was the slightest little word but it brought Duo out of his shock.
“Trowa!” Smiling brightly and throwing his arms around the other, Duo held on tight to his old friend. What shocked him was that the normally distant pilot hugged him back.
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LOL told you, you couldn’t guess lol.
Ok, please review, lemme know what you think.