The sketchbook flipped closed so fast the pages buzzed, which was what really made Peter realize what he had seen.
"Peter," Neal had a way of smiling, the "pay no attention to the man behind the curtain" smile, the pay no attention to the nude portrait halfway finished in the middle of the sketch pad that had just been opened to it a second ago smile. Pay attention to the smile, is this the smile of a man who would tell a lie.
Yes. Yes it was. "Is that-"
Neal's smile froze almost to fast to see before it went lopsided. "Just a little practice."
"A little, Neal, that's um, ah..."
"Excellent? Inspired? Why thank you, Peter."
"I was going to say very imaginative." He retorted voice clipped.
"Please. People have been drawing nudes since before we moved out of the caves." Neal buried the sketchbook under the Sunday paper and a stack of files. "It's no big deal."
Peter doubted prehistoric people had ever drawn anyone who could have put them in prison naked on cave walls. In the picture, his face had been in profile, the lines quick and almost abrupt, and it was strange, seeing Neal, even for a second, before he shut the sketchbook, drawing him. Seeing his charcoal following the lines of his face, made him bring his hand up to touch his his nose and cheek to wipe away the almost visceral feel of Neal's charcoal.
It felt like he could feel Neal's hand prints all over his body.
Neal smiled again, his you didn't look closely enough to realize I was drawing you, and if you did, we can both pretend you didn't smile. His I'm giving you an out, please give me one smile. It was Neal's mortified smile. His skin was pale with the effort of keeping himself from blushing.
And Peter just snorted and let him have his out. What choice did he have?
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Peter catches Neal drawing him nude
Date: 2011-08-13 02:39 am (UTC)~*~
The sketchbook flipped closed so fast the pages buzzed, which was what really made Peter realize what he had seen.
"Peter," Neal had a way of smiling, the "pay no attention to the man behind the curtain" smile, the pay no attention to the nude portrait halfway finished in the middle of the sketch pad that had just been opened to it a second ago smile. Pay attention to the smile, is this the smile of a man who would tell a lie.
Yes. Yes it was. "Is that-"
Neal's smile froze almost to fast to see before it went lopsided. "Just a little practice."
"A little, Neal, that's um, ah..."
"Excellent? Inspired? Why thank you, Peter."
"I was going to say very imaginative." He retorted voice clipped.
"Please. People have been drawing nudes since before we moved out of the caves." Neal buried the sketchbook under the Sunday paper and a stack of files. "It's no big deal."
Peter doubted prehistoric people had ever drawn anyone who could have put them in prison naked on cave walls. In the picture, his face had been in profile, the lines quick and almost abrupt, and it was strange, seeing Neal, even for a second, before he shut the sketchbook, drawing him. Seeing his charcoal following the lines of his face, made him bring his hand up to touch his his nose and cheek to wipe away the almost visceral feel of Neal's charcoal.
It felt like he could feel Neal's hand prints all over his body.
Neal smiled again, his you didn't look closely enough to realize I was drawing you, and if you did, we can both pretend you didn't smile. His I'm giving you an out, please give me one smile. It was Neal's mortified smile. His skin was pale with the effort of keeping himself from blushing.
And Peter just snorted and let him have his out. What choice did he have?