More Portraits and Drawings

They played at ease, the laughter of the Kazakh was heard softly in that room to the point of making the Canadian more and more in love so much that it continued like this until the air of both was gone by so much laughter and fun.

—Jake! waiting! - Laughing, he clung to his stomach to avoid feeling pain from the laughter.

—Expect that? we go! - I left him for a moment as I did not want to bother him so he caressed his cheek and cleared his face of that beautiful hair that fell gracefully.

The game was at an end now that they were laying on the couch lying down with shaky breaths from laughing and playing more now they had a unique calm only that Aibek had gotten up to go to the window curious about the rain only that he had already lowered a little and the small balcony was dry.

—Jake ... could we be here? It looks comfortable and dry .... - He asked with charm but the named got up taking the coats for both of them.

—Of course! we go! But you must bundle up well! - I mention to prevent him from getting sick with the cold of the place, so helping him I put his jacket, a scarf, and a hat to keep him warm and covered, the Kazakh went for his art things more than anything to make sketches of his friend, he liked to draw it that I noticed last night.

—We are ready! I want you to sit here! - He pointed to a comfortable chair and with a unique view, he sat in a comfortable square that was like a gray sofa, he felt comfortable since it was something big and he could leave his materials in front of it so elected.

The Canadian could not stop seeing him, he looked beautiful and tender arranging his pencils, erasers, and others.

—You are very cute, Bek- Suddenly he whispered but then he blushed making the same name as the one who was ready to draw the oldest.

The warmth of the moment was unique, the harmony between the two was what stood out the most if someone saw them they would say that they were a very close couple although that was not yet true, they were just a couple of friends who wanted to spend time in calm.

"To be happy, we must not worry too much about others."

—Albert Camus

How Aibek drew was unique, you could tell that he appreciated the Canadian in great detail, he made drawings of his face and the way he saw the landscape, he loved doing that, it was like his hobby when he didn't have to practice skating, although that also helped him clear his mind ... going to an ice rink gave him peace as well.

—Jake ... Let me know if you're tired ... I don't want you to stress or something like that- Shyly I speak to him without stopping to draw it since it was the fourth portrait he made but with a small background of tree leaves with small drops that fell gently.

—I would never get tired of being your model! I always wanted to be a cartoonist's model- He raised his eyebrows flirtatiously just to make his friend laugh, but it was obvious that it was not necessary to do so since Aibek began to laugh softly, denying a bit at the joke of the opposite.

—JJ! You are very funny ...- In a laugh he denied but I do not hesitate to stop drawing just to show him what he had already done, the peace of nature, the little talk that instead of making an uncomfortable silence made it more comfortable than any another silence.

—For you baby, it would be Batman- He began to say nonsensical things just for him, of course, he expected him to laugh like crazy, he felt happy.

—And I'm your Robin!- Now both of them laughed again, denying a bit about their madness, only they could get along.

They laughed softly again, no one said too many things, the silence returned and now the rain was becoming more intense to the point that they ran both from that small balcony to cover themselves from the cold since that small terrace had a glass wall, thus avoiding getting wet If they wanted to see the rain, returning to the sofa, the Kazakh began to do the portraits in paint, he handled the oil well and always finished quickly.

Jake was already in the kitchen preparing hot chocolate and his friend's favorite sandwiches, you could tell that he was paying attention to him since every time he raised his gaze he looked at him curiously and then served the kitchen until he served the cups, returning with Bek who already he had finished and allowed each oil sheet to dry, leaving Jake perplexed by the great talent of his childhood sweetheart.

—You are very good! a great artist indeed! sight! I look very handsome! I am very handsome because of the hands of Bek- I take the hands of the younger brunette while he smiled with emotion to the degree of blushing at Aibek who nervously became the shy boy he was when he did not like something or was scared by the reactions of someone extroverted.

—I'm going to upload it to my profile! there will be many comments!

—Are you sure you do?- Fearful, he thought that everyone would make fun of his work but suddenly he heard a "click", Jake had hugged his friend taking a photo with a big smile and posted his photo on the social network with his footer saying "My favorite artist!" and in a second publication, I leave the photos that I take of the painted portraits that were on the table.

—Sight! Many hearts you have received small! - He showed him the photos that already had more than a thousand hearts supporting Bek's art, only that the other photo had bad comments but a thousand hearts too.

In another place a blond Russian was looking at the publications, after all in the entertainment world as it was skating, everything flew more when it was a striking couple with how many personalities and Zinov was so enraged that he threw his skates into some lockers since I was training for a long time.

—Damned! damned! I swear I'm going to get you away from Aibek! I will do it! He doesn't have to be with an idiot like you! - He growled suddenly throwing his things with real anger, he would send messages to Aibek, it was clear that that cute Kazakh would be his! only his, there would be no person who will touch that boy.

With his hands shaking with anger he began to write messages for Aibek, obviously, they would sound cute or so the Russian hoped.

For Aibek:

"Hello, cute! How have you been?"

17:30

"Come on honey! Talk to me ...."

17:31

"I'm speaking nicely to you Aibek! Please answer!"

17:33

"You're with him, right? I hope you talk to me soon!"

17:34

Zinov had not achieved his mission, he was angry yes, but he would not do something stupid to push Aibek away from his side, he hoped that he would soon speak to him ... or at least see the messages so he would feel that he could still approach him.