Chapter 15

Calvin sucked in a breath when Matthew bowed his dark head to catch the left nipple between his teeth. His hair was soft against Calvin’s palm as he cupped the back of his head, and a new image rose unbidden, unchecked, in front of his mind’s eye.

Still black and white. Pencils this time, to give him greater control over the depth of his lines. He wanted sharp not smudged. A study of light and dark rather than a contrast of shapes. A naked Matthew etched against black sky. Like a cutout with only the most necessary details filled in.

He touched those parts he would want to add. The sharp line of Matthew’s collarbone. There was a dimple where it ended at his shoulder that he longed to bend down and lick. His broad fingers. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.