The Geek and His Artist (13 page)

Jimmy laughed and shook his head as they turned and climbed to the top of the ramp. “I swear he’s part of Anonymous,” he muttered.

“Anonymous?”

“You know the big hacker group? Breaks websites, etc.?”

“Oh!” Simon rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know. I don’t get to spend as much time on the Internet as I’d like.”

Jimmy nodded as he sat in the corner and leaned back. “Anyway, I don’t want to know what he’s doing half the time. I swear, someday he’s gonna get arrested, and I am
not
getting sucked up with it. Now.” He held out a hand and Simon raised his eyebrows. “Sit here, against me. It’ll be softer than the fence on your back.”

Simon swallowed. Jimmy seemed to forever be thinking of him, and Simon wanted to do something for Jimmy, give something back. “Stay here a minute,” he said and climbed down the steps again. He waved Sean over and got the car keys. A moment later he was back, sketchpad in hand, and finally sat down, leaning back against Jimmy. “Uh, some of these are, well, I’m not sure if I should show them to you, actually,” Simon said, second guessing himself.

“Oh?” Jimmy asked, kissing Simon’s cheek. “Why?”

“Well, uh… fuck,” he muttered. “There are some of you in here.”

“Really?” Jimmy sounded so surprised and so happy that Simon couldn’t resist opening the sketchbook. His hands were clammy as he turned the pages to the first one of Jimmy, a simple sketch of Jimmy’s face while he was studying. He heard Jimmy gasp. “Wow. Who… wait, is that me?”

“I know I’m not that great yet, I—”

“No, no, I don’t mean that. I mean… he’s gorgeous.”

Simon looked up to see Jimmy blinking at the drawing. His own eyebrows came together. “So are you.”

Jimmy looked over at him and swallowed. “You really do think so,” he whispered, sounding awed.

Simon nodded. “Of course I do.”

Jimmy kissed him, softly, on the temple. “Can I see more?”

After returning a kiss to Jimmy’s cheek because Simon couldn’t reach his temple, they turned back to the sketchpad. Simon had done several different ones of Jimmy, all while he studied or stared out the window of the cafeteria. Simon wasn’t focused too much on which ones they’d already seen, so when he turned the page to one of Jimmy mostly naked on a bed, he turned bright red and scrambled to move on.

But Jimmy, of course, wouldn’t let him. He went back to the one of himself naked and looked at it for a long time. “My God. Tell me you jacked off to that.”

Simon made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, but nodded.

“Good. Hell, that’s me and
I
would have jacked off to that,” he muttered, shaking his head. “It doesn’t look like me, though, not… not completely. But that’s probably just because you haven’t seen me naked yet.”

Yet
. Oh dear God, Simon couldn’t hold in a whimper. He was getting seriously aroused just by sitting in Jimmy’s arms, looking at his drawings.
What the hell is wrong with me?
It’s not like they hadn’t just gotten each other off the other night. And, well, once he’d stopped hurting so bad, he
had
put the lotion to use.

“What’s… uh… what’s not right about it?” Simon asked, trying to hold on to his brain. It wanted to wander into Jimmy’s pants instead of focusing on the conversation.

“Well, I’m not very defined here,” Jimmy said, brushing his finger lightly over the drawing of his chest. “I’ve never been one much for working out or anything, though I
should
. But… yeah, so not a lot of muscle.”

“I’m still learning anatomy too. I tend to draw
all
male chests equally defined,” Simon replied, trying to sound casual.

“Well, you’ll have to draw me without my shirt sometime.”

Simon closed his eyes, imagining what that would be like, and he guessed it would have to happen
after
they’d been together in whatever way they would. There was no other earthly way he’d be able to focus otherwise. “I’d like that,” he whispered. “Now….” He flipped the page, determined to get back to the nonsexy drawings. He knew he had a few more, and he’d just have to be more careful.

There was a shout from the park, and Jimmy and Simon looked up to see Sean kick the board away and fall on his ass. Simon’s board landed harmlessly and rolled to the fence, but they both watched Sean get up. Kip came over, and “No, no, I bailed. Nothing but my pride” was what Simon thought Sean said to Kip.

Kip didn’t seem to want to accept that right away, and Simon glanced up at Jimmy, who was watching with interest. “What’s that about?”

“I don’t know. Uh…. Kip’s bi, but I’m pretty sure he knows Sean is straight. I hope so, anyway. That could suck.” Simon frowned.

“No kidding,” Jimmy murmured.

Sean collected the skateboard, and he and Kip went around the big ramp to the rails on the other side of the small skate park.

Simon turned his attention back to the sketchpad. When he turned the page, he blushed. This one wasn’t sexy, thankfully, but he had written across the upper-left corner: “My Geek.”

“I’m your geek, am I?” Jimmy asked, sounding amused.

Simon’s face burned hotter. “Uh… well, you always had all those geek T-shirts, you know, and were always studying and stuff, so….”

“I like it.”

Simon’s face whipped up to Jimmy’s, and their noses collided. “Ow!” Simon grabbed his nose, and Jimmy started laughing.

“Are you okay?”

Simon let go of his nose and nodded. “Yeah. Uh, you… do?”

Jimmy nodded. “I have a confession to make. I have been thinking of you as ‘my artist’ since the beginning of the school year.”

Simon couldn’t have stopped the wide smile for all the sketch paper in the world. “Really?”

“Yup,” Jimmy assured him, smile matching Simon’s. “I think it’s kind of cool that we both had names for each other.”

“Me too. I don’t feel so stupid now.”

“Never feel stupid,” Jimmy said fiercely.

Simon’s eyebrows went up. “I didn’t mean—”

“You are a very intelligent man, Simon. I don’t want you to
ever
call yourself stupid again.”

Simon nodded, a little surprised. “Okay. I… I—” He paused and frowned. “Fuck,” he muttered when he realized The Bastard had him well and truly believing he
was
stupid. He sighed and shook his head. “I won’t,” he whispered, looking back at his sketchpad. “Maybe I should…,” he started as he went to close the sketchpad.

“No, I want to see the rest. Can I? Please?” Jimmy whispered against Simon’s right ear.

Simon hesitated, then turned the page—and wished immediately that he hadn’t.
Nothing
hid Jimmy’s body in this one. Again, he’d given Jimmy defined muscles in the pectorals and abdominals, but that wasn’t what he groaned over when Jimmy sucked in a breath.

No, it was the very hard, very thick… very
accurate
uncircumcised cock he’d drawn.

He hadn’t known how Jimmy was built back then. He’d made an educated guess based on Jimmy’s overall size, as well as his hands and feet. He hadn’t seen a lot of cocks, since The Bastard didn’t have a computer and he couldn’t exactly look at porn in the library. The best he had was anatomy books from the libraries, which were better but not great. And his seemed reasonably proportionate to his own body, so he guessed at Jimmy’s. He’d given Jimmy an uncut cock, as he was fascinated by them, since his own
was
cut.

And after Saturday night, knew he’d been pretty damned accurate. Uncut and almost the exact dimensions he’d drawn.

His face was so hot, he thought he’d combust. “Uh-uh,” Jimmy said and Simon swallowed. “I mean, it’s accurate, sorry. Except the muscles, like before. But I don’t think you jacked off to the other one, did you? It was this one.”

Simon was trying to figure out how he was going to ever look Jimmy in the eye again. He cleared his throat and decided to go for broke. “Yes. And, uh, there are a few more toward the back. One that I did this weekend.” He couldn’t look at Jimmy as his boyfriend flipped pages to the last drawing. Simon had no idea what had possessed him to show these drawings, but it was too late now.

The last he’d been proud of. He thought he captured Jimmy’s face pretty well. But it was… well, explicit was the only word for it. Jimmy was lying on his back, and Simon was on top of him, riding him. He’d drawn all of it. The angle he’d chosen showed not only Jimmy’s cock partway out of Simon’s body, but also his own hard cock peeking up over his thigh. He was leaning back, hands braced on Jimmy’s thighs, head thrown back. Jimmy gripped his hips, his face pure pleasure.

Simon knew
exactly
what that looked like, because he’d seen it Saturday night.

But right now he wanted to just sink through the ramp, past the blacktop, and into the dirt. And keep going.

For about a thousand miles or so.

Except when he finally took a breath, he realized he felt Jimmy against his back and Jimmy… was hard. Oh fuck.

“It’s almost perfect,” Jimmy whispered. “Though, I’d prefer you don’t show this to anyone else. Did… when did you do this?”

“Sunday,” Simon replied, trying to remember how to take air in regularly. His drawing had turned Jimmy on.

“Did you… after, did you—”

“What’s that?” Sean asked as he climbed the steps.

Jimmy slammed the cover closed. “Nothing I’m letting you see.”

“Asshole,” Sean grumbled.

“You don’t want to see it, I promise.”

Sean raised an eyebrow. “You might be surprised. Anyway….”

Simon glanced up at Jimmy, who shrugged. “No idea,” he whispered into Simon’s ear.

Kip joined them a moment later, settling between where Sean sat and where Simon and Jimmy had curled up. Simon watched, surprised, when Sean didn’t move away. “Tony just
has
to prove how good he is, doesn’t he?” Kip asked, pointing.

Simon turned his attention back to the skaters. They watched Tony go up the side of the big ramp, jump, twist while the board was still in the air, curl himself over, then land flawlessly on the board to ride back down again. Simon grunted. “Wish I was that good.”

“Don’t we all?” Kip asked.

They sat together in silence for a while, watching Tony do his tricks. More jumps, more grinding, a few flips. Deck passed him, trying to match the complicated stuff, and for the most part, succeeding. It made for a great show.

As they slowed down, another group of guys came into the park. The new guys moved over to the other side, where there were more rails and some steps, but Tony and Deck picked up their boards and climbed up next to Simon, Jimmy, and the rest. “Why are we up here?”

“Because those benches suck,” Ronnie said, sitting next to Tony on the end.

“Finish hacking the IRS?” Simon asked.

Ronnie laughed. “Hardly. They’re not interesting. Now if I could get into the CIA….”

“Shut. Up,” Jimmy growled.

Sean nodded at Kip’s surprised look. “He could probably do it. And we do
not
want to be here when he does.”

Kip chuckled. “I’ll believe you.”

They watched the other group of guys—who all looked to be well out of high school and probably closer to seniors in college. One of them started right in on his tricks, and Simon had his eyes glued to the guy. He was
good—
put Tony to shame, that was for sure.

Simon leaned his head back and looked up at Jimmy, who nuzzled him. He wanted to savor free time like this, time just to sit in Jimmy’s arms, since he never knew when he would get it. His eyes slid closed and Jimmy’s arms tightened.

A few moments later, Simon heard Kip suck in a breath. Then he was nudged, and he opened his eyes. The skater had apparently worked up something of a sweat, especially with how warm it was, and pulled his T-shirt off.

“Holy—” Jimmy said.

“Fuck,” Simon finished for him.

“Hot,” Sean muttered, obviously supposed to be under his breath, but Jimmy, Simon, and Kip still heard it and all of them whipped their heads over to look at him. Sean blushed but shrugged a shoulder. “Well, he is. Guys can be hot too. Doesn’t mean I want to fuck him.”

Simon didn’t miss the careful qualifier:
Him.

Before they could react to that, Tony spoke. “Hey, Simon. Aren’t you guys supposed to be… uh, boyfriends?”

Simon nodded. “Yeah, and?”

“But… you both just drooled over another guy,” Deck said, eyebrows squashed together.

“Yeah, and?” Jimmy asked this time.

“But—” Tony and Deck both looked completely lost.

Simon chuckled. “We’re boyfriends, man, not dead. We can look at a hot guy.”

“And still get to do anything we want with each other later on.” Simon grinned up at Jimmy’s words, chuckling at the leer on his boyfriend’s face.

“He’s not going to stop wanting me because we see a hot guy on the street,” Jimmy said with a grin.

“But… you’re together. You both watch guys together?” Deck shook his head, looking like he was about to explode in confusion.

“Dude, don’t bust a gasket,” Kip said, laughing. “They’re cool with it.”

“Whatever. Weirdos,” Deck muttered.

“It’s way too crowded up here,” Sean said, rather suddenly. “Think I’m going to take a walk.”

“Want company?” Kip asked, and Jimmy and Simon exchanged surprised looks.

Sean smiled a little shyly. “Yeah, that’d be cool.”

The rest of them watched in stunned silence as Sean and Kip walked away. “That… I mean, what… but he’s….” Ronnie shook his head and Jimmy nodded.

“Me too, man. I have
no
fucking clue.”

“Me either,” Deck said, shrugging. “Can you really hack the CIA?” he asked Ronnie, who grinned evilly.

“I’m still working on that one, but come here and watch this.” He shifted around, and Tony took one side and Deck the other, both with their gazes glued to the screen.

“I swear to all that’s holy, I will throw your ass under the bus if you get caught,” Jimmy threatened.

Ronnie just laughed and waved.

Simon watched it all in amusement, then shifted, needing to move. He groaned quietly, his bruised muscles protesting. “Fuck.”