'Artist'

Zacky loved his job. There was nothing more satisfying then putting paint to canvas and it was known pretty much everywhere that Zacky was very good at it. He worked hard through art school, slaving over every brush stroke, late nights would turn into early mornings and still he would work perfecting his craft. It wasn't easy for Zacky to make it big in the art world. What was most important to him was having someone who believed in him and would push him through, even when he felt like giving up. That person for Zacky was his boyfriend, Brian.

Brian was Zacky's inspiration. He convinced Zacky to continue, even when the younger man felt like giving up. Zacky had a dream and Brian would do anything to ensure that Zacky's dream was fulfilled. With every stroke of his brush, Zacky creates something beautiful, blending colours to create tones of light and dark, his abstract art bursting to life from the canvas.

Right now, Zacky is stumped. Standing in front of a blank canvas he is completely lost on what to do. He has his colours, his brush lays unused in his hand but for the life of him, he can't see a finished product. His work clothes are stained with paint and his hands and face have specks of paint on them from a commission he was working on earlier. His mind and heart just aren't giving him direction like they usually do. He looks up to the clock in his art room, 12:26AM. Brian will surely be asleep by now and Zacky hates the idea of waking him up but he needs his help and in situations like this, Brian is the only person who can help him.

Zacky slips out of his art room and walks up the stairs of the two storey house that he shares with Brian. He walks into the bedroom to find his boyfriend asleep, his long lean body lays haphazardly strewn across the mattress, the sheets tangled in his legs. Whenever he goes to bed without Zacky by his side, he ends up taking up the whole bed like this and Zacky thinks it's absolutely adorable.

Zacky walks over to the bed, kneeling down on the side so that he is face to face with his slumbering boyfriend. He can't help but giggle at the way Brian's usually perfectly spiked hair is an absolute mess and takes a moment to just gaze upon his sleeping beauty. He considers himself lucky everyday that he found Brian because he couldn't imagine anyone else ever taking his place.

Carefully he nudges Brian shoulder, whispering his name so as not to startle him. Brian makes a muffled noise and turns his head so he no longer facing Zacky. Zacky smirks, lifting himself from the floor so that he can get on the bed, straddling Brian's waist as he blows cool air in his ear.

"Brian", Zacky whispers, placing soft kisses against Brian's shoulder, "Wakey wakey sleepy head".

Brian shuffles around, opening one eye as he moves so that he can see what has woken him from his peaceful slumber. Zacky lies down so that he is facing Brian.

"Zack, what's up? Why did you wake me?", Brian says as he rubs his eyes in an effort to wake himself up more.

"I don't know what to paint…I need your help"

This wouldn't be the first time that Zacky has woken Brian because he is stuck with what to do. Brian doesn't know what it is about his presence that helps Zacky because he doesn't have one artistic bone in his body when it comes to painting, but he knows that he will get up because Zacky needs him and that is all that matters.

"Okay, lets go", Brian says as he lifts himself up and makes a move to exit the room.

Zacky follows Brian down stairs, immensely enjoying the view of Brian's behind in his silky boxer shorts, thinking that it is moments like these that he is happy that Brian refuses to wear any sort of pajamas to bed. Brian and Zacky step into the room, Zacky moving in front of the blank canvas, looking towards Brian in the hope that whatever words come out of his mouth next will spring to life some thought in his head that will help him get started.

"What?", Brian asks, unsure of what it is exactly that Zacky wants him to do.

"Help!!…I don't know what to do. The client said they wanted 'lots of colour' and 'something that is unique', but that is quite possibly the most vague explanation in the world. Of course there is going to be colour and of course it is going to be unique, I never do the same thing twice…".

Brian walks over to Zacky and places his hands on his shoulders. "Zee just relax okay, it's going to be fine. We can do this together okay? I'll help"

Zacky nods, taking a deep breath as he gazes deep into Brian's chocolate brown eyes. Brian smiles, happy that for now he has calmed Zacky down but is freaking out inside because the last painting he did was in pre-school when he was four and he dipped his whole hand inside a tub of paint and smacked the paper with his paint covered hand repeatedly because 'Brian don't need brushes for painting', he told his teacher.

Brian smiled at the memory, thinking that maybe this is exactly what could inspire Zacky to try something new. Brian took all the brushes that were set near the blank canvas and put them in the cupboard with Zacky's other painting tools. He walked back over to Zacky and looked at his attire.

"Okay, if I am going to help you with this then you have to be just as naked as I am cause I should at least be getting something out of this too"

Zacky rolled his eyes at Brian's smirk, lifting his shirt over his head before pulling down his paint covered pants so now they were both standing there in just their underwear.

"Happy", Zacky said, trying his best to sound slightly annoyed but unable to stop the small smile that engulfed his face.

"Very much, now, remember when I told you the story about my amazing painting abilities?", Brian said as he walked over to Zacky, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's waist.

"What? When you were four and told your pre-school teacher that 'Brian don't need brushes for painting'?"

Brian laughed as he nodded his head, "Precisely. Your client wants something unique, don't use a brush, use your hands", Brian said as he grabbed Zacky's hands, lacing their fingers together.

Zacky thought about this for a moment. It was definitely something that he had never done before and it sounded like a lot of fun. He smiled as he looked up at Brian, all of a sudden feeling very inspired indeed.

"Let's do it"

Brian smiled back down at Zacky, looking within those gorgeous green eyes to see them sparkle in the way that told Brian that he had helped his boyfriend; inspired him. Zacky grabbed Brian's hand and walked him over to the blank canvas and the selection of colours he had picked out. Zacky stood there for a moment, contemplating what he wanted to do, trying to map out the idea in his head. He dipped his hand into the red paint tin and pulled it out, his whole hand, coated in the vibrant red, began to drip, droplets of red fell to the floor like blood but Zacky didn't mind. He turned to Brian and grabbed his hand, dipping it into the yellow paint tin and pulling it out.

"Okay so just put your hand on the right", Zacky said as Brian placed his hand on the right side of the canvas, "And I'll put mine of the left", Zacky mirrored Brian's action, "Then on the count of three move your hand towards mine and smear the paint across until out hands come together". Brian nodded, waiting for Zacky's instruction as the yellow paint slowly started dripping down his arm. "Okay, one…two…three". On three both men moved their painted covered hands until they converged in the middle of the canvas. Zacky took his red coloured hand into Brian's and mixed the colours together, blending red and yellow into orange, hints of red and yellow unmixed still present around the edges.

Brian took charge and brought both of their hands back to the canvas, smearing the newly made orange in between the two original streaks of colour. Zacky smiled, astonished that somehow Brian knew this is exactly what Zacky had planned.

They continued this way for hours, submerging their hands in different colours and smearing them on the canvas. Zacky and Brian stood back once they were done, Brian resting his chin on Zacky's shoulder from behind as they stared at their creation.

"You know, I almost hate that we have to sell this", Brian said, as he wound his paint covered hands around Zacky's waist.

Zacky frowned, "I know, it actually looks really good"

Brian dipped his hand in to a near by tin, coating his hand in dark purple paint, "Well I suppose we could always paint another one…together", Brian said as he ran his paint covered hand up Zacky's chest, leaving a trail of purple from the hem of his boxes to the nape of his neck. Zacky drew in a quick breath, the coolness of the paint contrasting against of the warmth of being in Brian's arms.
Zacky dipped his own hand into another paint tin, removing it to reveal glossy midnight black. Zacky placed his paint covered hand on Brian's shoulder, running it over his right pec before reaching his toned abs and splaying it across his stomach, moving his fingers in such a way that his nails ran through the paint, cutting lines across the dark paint while eliciting a moan from the taller man's thin, pink lips.

Brian meshed their lips together, running his still purple hand through Zacky's black hair, leaving trails of colour in the silky locks. Zacky pulled Brian closer to him, their paint covered chests slammed together, the smooth paint cooling in the otherwise heated environment. Their tongues grazed against the others, hands roamed sensitive skin, evoking a fiery passion from deep inside, leaving the two lovers lost in their fierce embrace.

Brian pulled away, his lust fueled gaze staring down into Zacky's, the green eyes speaking silent words…promises of passion yet to come. Brian leaned down, pressing one last chaste kiss to Zacky's lips, both of their paint covered hands absentmindedly coming up to graze the other's cheek.

"Thank you Bri, I don't know what I would have done with out you"

"Your welcome", Brian smiled as he took Zacky's hand in his own. "How about we go take a shower?"

"You read my mind"