When Hal came home, he found Kyle settled on the couch, scribbling away in a sketchpad.
“What are you working on?”
Kyle pulled the pad up to his chest, hiding the drawing. “Nothing much. Just … a sketch.”
“Can I see it?”
Kyle tightened his grip on the pad. “Uh … No.” His cheeks flushed.
That piqued Hal’s curiosity. Usually Kyle was quite happy to show him what he was working on, whether for clients or personal work. So why not this one?
He went into the bedroom to change out of his flight suit. The bed was still rumpled from this morning, and Hal smiled at the memory of why he was late for work today—he was going to have to start setting his alarm clock for earlier if Kyle was going to be so tempting in the morning. Kyle was spending all of his time home from Oa here, and they had already discussed getting rid of his apartment in New York. So much for being terrified of making a commitment.
When Hal returned to the living room, he saw that Kyle had put the sketchpad on the floor and turned on the TV. Hal sat next to him, waited a moment, then reached over and poked him in the side. “Can I see it?”
“See what?” Kyle asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Hal chuckled. Sure, he’d like to see that, too, but right now his curiosity over Kyle’s sketch was killing him. He slid closer to Kyle, ran his hand over Kyle’s thigh, leaned in to breath in Kyle’s ear. “I want to see your drawing,” he said in a low, seductive voice.
“I’m not that easy,” Kyle said, keeping his eyes on the news. But Hal saw a smile twitch on his lips.
“I think you are that easy.” Hal flicked his tongue against Kyle’s ear and moved his hand between his legs. He squeezed Kyle’s cock through his jeans and sucked at the soft skin below his ear, until Kyle was breathing hard and moaning. And then he stopped and moved away.
Kyle blinked his eyes, dazed. “What … are you doing?” he gasped.
“The drawing,” Hal said. He fixed Kyle with a smirk. “I want to see it.”
Kyle dropped his head back and ran his hands through his hair. “All right! Fine!” He reached down and picked up the sketchpad. He hesitated a moment before opening it. But then he flipped to a page and handed it to Hal.
Hal gave him a triumphant grin, then looked down at the page. He stared in shock.
It was him on the page. He was naked, lying back, eyes closed. One hand was thrown over his head, the other resting on his belly just above his erection. His hair was messy, as if … well, as if Kyle had just been running his fingers through it.
“Wow.” He looked at Kyle. “Why didn’t you want to show it to me?”
Kyle shrugged as if embarrassed. “I didn’t know what you’d think. Of me studying you while you sleep, drawing you naked …” He shrugged. “My girlfriends weren’t exactly thrilled with me drawing them like that.”
Hal smiled and set the sketchpad aside. “I don’t mind at all,” he said. He was flattered—aroused—by Kyle wanting to draw him. “You can draw me all you want.”
“Good,” Kyle said, smiling. He sighed. “So. You saw the drawing…” He grabbed the collar of Hal’s shirt and pulled him closer. “Now I think we have something to finish?”
Hal laughed and slid his hand up Kyle’s thigh. “Yes, I suppose we do.”