The blush was amusing enough to Remy, a sight he was quickly getting used to, even if was totally getting why Sebastian was obsessed with the boy in front of him. Remy gave a little hum in agreement at those words. “True. Maybe I should just put it up in the loft somewhere, with a big arrow to explain what level people are at. You could always just ask where I’m headed though.” Remy pointed out with a slightly teasing tone as he shifted against the counter. It was easy enough to see the others reaction to being called beautiful, which was the only word that really stuck out to the artist to describe Blaine. With those dark, interesting eyes and slender body.
The pink haired boy ducked his head with a laugh at the others next words and he chose to answer the question rather than ignore it. “I do, yeah. Though that’s normally more painting from a photo I’ve taken than a live model. Sort of hard to capture that moment otherwise.” He said, giving another shrug. Why lie about his art? It was part of who he was on the whole..connection between him and a model was just as important to him as what ended up on the canvas. Remy just gave a little smile as he nodded lightly at the others words.
“If you’re sure…” Not that Remy was in a hurry to turn the chance down to see the other naked but…well, he did want Blaine comfortable.
Remy moved across the loft to pick up a sketchbook and a dark pencil. “You…wanna start?”
“Totally didn’t need an answer to that question,” he mumbled under his breath as Remy skipped the nevermind and filled his head with images of different faces all at that point and Remy with his camera there to capture it. Just to fill a canvas full of his mind and soul’s version of the sight. Without looking up, Blaine reached back with his left hand and rubbed his neck. Even threaded his fingers through the back of his hair before cupping his shoulder and lifting his chin up to meet Remy’s green eyes. “It’s just a shirt. I think I can manage.”
Even if being around a group of guys working out and yanking off your shirt of a shower or getting ready for a curtain call and rushing through costumes felt totally different than when a pair of eyes were looking at you like that. He wasn’t so mind boggled that he couldn’t cope with being shirtless and not letting that see-through-you stare make his throat close up.
Blaine followed behind him, fingers returning to the hem of his sweater. He knew the layout of the loft well enough that he could pull the heavy wool up over his head and not worry about banging into the couch he often slept on. When Sebastian let him without taking it himself and insisting Blaine use his bed.
“We can start,” he cleared his throat as the sweater fell from his hand onto the chair he walked behind and stopped long enough to toe off his shoes and nudge them underneath it. “Where should I be? I..um. I have no idea..,” he smiled over at him with a quizzitive blink.
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