Part 3
Wil walked in the front door, throwing his towel over the back of a chair.
"Paul?"
"I'm in the studio."
Wil walked down the hall and into Paul's studio. He was sitting by the window, a canvas on the easel in front of him and paintbrush in hand. Wil walked over to stand behind him as Paul continued to paint.
"I like it."
Paul stopped the strokes of the brush and turned his head to look at Wil. He smiled.
"Thanks."
Wil returned the smile. He knew that Paul didn't let that many people see his paintings, and Wil couldn't help but feel proud that Paul trusted him enough to let him see his work. Wil still found himself amazed by the immense talent that Paul possessed.
"Paul, can we talk?"
"Of course. You want a beer?"
"Yeah that'd be great."
Paul put the paintbrush down and headed out of the studio with Wil close behind. They walked together into the kitchen and Paul grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge, tossing one to Wil. Paul jumped up to sit on the bench and opened his can, looking over at Wil.
"So what's up?"
"I need to ask you something, and I don't quite know how to say it."
"You can talk to me about anything Wil, you should know that by now. Is something wrong? Is this about Corinne?"
Wil walked over so that he was standing just a few feet away from Paul, and as their eyes locked Paul somehow knew what was coming.
"No, it's about you."
"What about me?"
Wil sighed.
"I think you know by now how I feel about you Paul. What I want to know is how you're feeling about me."
Paul put his beer can down on the bench next to him. He reached out his right arm, gesturing for Wil to come closer.
"Let me show you."
Wil smiled, moving closer to Paul so that he was standing between his legs. Paul slid his arms loosely around Wil's shoulders and Wil responded, his hands resting on Paul's thighs. They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, both waiting for the other to make the first move.
It was Wil who first gave into temptation, leaning in and brushing his lips lightly across Paul's. Paul responded, his tongue sliding across Wil's lower lip seeking entry to his mouth. Their tongues met; the kiss growing deeper and more passionate as they explored each other's mouths for the first time.
They were starting to get carried away when all of a sudden there was a loud knock at the front door, causing them to quickly break apart.
part 4