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lot of personal photos around, mostly of Simon and a woman that looked like him, surrounded by a bunch of children. "Sister?" he asked as he picked up one of the frames.
    Simon nodded. "Twin. Her name is Susanne. We're very close. The piano is hers actually, and the canvases and painting stuff belong to her children. They stay with me from time to time." He paused and looked at a particular painting. "I keep them around to have a part of them close. You know?"
    Luc gaped at the other man in awe. "You love them so much."
    "I do," Simon replied. "Like they were my own." After a small pause, he shook his head, as if dispelling a thought. "Come on. Let me get you that coffee."
    Luc followed Simon to yet another room that served as kitchen. He watched as his lover worked, surprised at everything he'd found out. "What about your family?" Simon asked.
    "We get along," Luc said, "although we're not as close as we could be. They live in a different city." He hesitated, then continued to speak, "Whenever I visit, there's like a shadow looming over us, the knowledge that I'm gay and I'll never give them the nephews they want."
    Simon stopped messing with the pots and pans and turned to Luc. "I'm sorry to hear that. But they love you and accept you. That's what matters."
    "I take it that yours haven't been so nice?"
    Simon shook his head. "Their son died to them the day they found him in the garage sucking the neighbor's cock." He laughed awkwardly. "Probably didn't help that the neighbor was a family friend. But Susie, her husband, and kids love me regardless. Do you have any siblings?"
    "Two brothers," Luc said. "One would think that with Johnnie pouring out offspring the parents would leave me alone."
    "They love you," Simon offered. "They want to see a little piece of you running around."
    "I suppose," Luc answered.
    Before silence could fall once again, Simon gasped and abandoned his quest for coffee altogether. "I know this is forward," he said as he gripped Luc's arm, "but would you be willing to model for me?"
    Luc blinked at the sudden change of topic. "Model?" he repeated.
    Simon nodded, eyes shining with excitement. "I can't believe it never occurred to me before now. Please?"
    Luc's insides melted at the hopeful smile. "Of course. I'd be honored."
    Simon grinned at him and started pulling him away from the kitchen and toward the sculpting studio. The difference between the rooms was staggering. If the rest of Simon's home was spotless, here, everything seemed like an artistic mess. There were several discarded sculptures in the corner, materials lying all over the place, and the floors were covered with the occasional spot. The only area that looked even a little like the rest of the house was a sort of mini-stage, where a small couch rested, with pillows all over the place.
    "There," Simon directed Luc. "Take off your shoes and clothes and sit down. This will take a while."
    Luc obeyed and started removing his carefully chosen outfit. He set the clothes next to the couch, acutely aware of Simon's hot gaze sweeping over him. Finally, he sat on the couch and waited.
    Simon let out a little groan, but then turned all business once again. He started making preparations and brought out a large block of stone. He then began to retrieve his tools, chisels, hammers, and even scrapers or other electrical instruments. He set them all on a table, next to a pair of safety goggles.
    He briefly left the room, then returned carrying a large tome. Joining Luc by the couch, he directed Luc into the position needed for the sculpture. According to Simon's instructions, Luc would be sculpted standing up, with his head tilted back ever so slightly and holding the tome against his heart. "All right," he said when he was finally satisfied. "Remember, don't move. This is going to take a while. Tell me when you start to get uncomfortable and we'll take a break."
    Luc rolled his eyes. "No worries. I'll be fine. Now go on and do your magic."
    Simon