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grinned at him and, to Luc's shock, started taking his clothes off. With every bit of skin revealed, the erection that had faded because of the serious discussion and the nervousness returned with a vengeance.
    "Do you mind?" Simon asked, throwing a gaze toward Luc.
    "Uhh… not at all. But if you want to sculpt me, it'll kind of have an effect."
    Simon stared at Luc's hard shaft and licked his lips. "That's what I'm counting on," he said.
    Simon changed clothes, abandoning the clean ones next to Luc's. He put on a pair of threadbare jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, then the gloves and safety goggles.
    Finally, the sculpting process began. Luc had expected it to be tedious, but he found that time just flew by as he watched Simon immortalize his figure in stone. He saw the passion and dedication on the other man's face, the concentration lining his features, and imagined that this was how he looked when he wrote. He burned with the desire to touch, to feel Simon, to unleash that passion together in a union of their bodies. Luc embraced it, allowing it to flow through him, knowing that he didn't have a chance to hide his feelings from Simon. Images flashed through his mind's eye, the memory of Simon on his knees in front of him, his eyes full of passion as he sucked Luc off, the first time they'd kissed. Luc wanted him again, and so bad it hurt.
    He didn't know how long he just stood there, holding on to the tome. At one point, he registered the study begin to darken, before artificial lights came on. When the mallet finally stopped hitting the stone, he realized night had fallen.
    "God…" Simon said. "Look at the time. I've kept you standing for hours."
    Luc blinked, snapping out of his trance. The fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks and he dropped the book in shock.
    Simon rushed to him and held onto Luc as if afraid Luc would fall. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his tone. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you."
    As Simon helped him sit down on the couch, Luc laughed. "I'm fine. Just surprised."
    Simon took off his goggles and gave Luc a confused look. "Surprised about what?"
    "The tiredness. I didn't feel it while you sculpted." When Simon didn't speak, he elaborated, "You were just so… you looked so amazing, so perfect. I can't even explain it."
    Simon stared at him and swallowed. "If I wasn't so dirty, I would kiss you right now," he whispered.
    "I wouldn't mind getting dirty with you," Luc murmured back. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and Luc felt himself falling into Simon's eyes. He wanted nothing more but to be like that forever, with Simon by his side, in this amazing studio.
    The moment was broken when Luc unexpectedly sneezed. Simon laughed at him. "The dust can get in the most unpleasant places," he said. "Come on. We need a shower and some R&R."
    He extended his hand and Luc gleefully took it. Simon led him out of the studio and into the adjoining bathroom. "I have two bathrooms in the house. This one is to clean up after a session, and the other is for more… pleasant purposes."
    Luc watched Simon as the man took off the dusty clothes and ran the water in the shower.
    "This will do fine," he told his lover.
    He pushed Simon into the shower, grinning at the other man's surprised yelp. The water was, at first, cool, but their bodies were so hot that it didn't matter. Luc pressed his mouth against Simon's, and his lover groaned, parting his lips, allowing Luc entry. They rutted against each other like animals in heat, their hard cocks rubbing in a delicious friction.
    Luc gripped both their dicks in his hand, massaging them together, loving the feel of Simon's shaft against his own. But this time, he wanted more. He needed more. He wanted to be inside Simon so bad it hurt.
    "I want to fuck you, babe," he told Simon.
    Simon nodded, panting against Luc. "Condom. Should be one in the cabinet. Hurry."
    Luc hated the thought of leaving Simon's side even for a moment, but it couldn't be helped. He