I laid everything I needed in front of me. A large towel was spread on the floor with my canvas on it. He was my canvas this warm lovely evening. Around us was my lovely collection of colors and a few brushes.

He was lying on his stomach waiting for me to start.

"Turn around" I ordered. He turned to his back and asked me why. "Because" I grabbed my brush "I want to see your face as I paint"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want my painting to turn black, I want it all white. Your face brings white to my mind"

"I did not understand anything of the nonsense you said but I'll go with it" He smiled and it was warmer than today's weather.

I had to kiss his lips, so I did.

"What was that for"

"Because you make happy"

"Why are we being so sappy today"

"Because we have plenty of time to be depressed later. Let's just be sappy till next week"

"I can do with that"

"Ok, now let me start"

Zac//

I flinched at the cold touch of the paint touching my body. The brush felt really cold I never expected paint to feel like that. Basically because you weren't supposed to 'feel' paint.

Evan seemed like he wanted to do this more than anything. I didn't know if it was his cute adorable side, or his surprisingly kinky side speaking. But when I saw his eyes wide and hopeful and he had that smile that made me weaker than Evan's football skills, I had to say yes. I would've said yes if he wanted to stick needles through my skin and then squeeze lemon on them. I don't joke when I say I'd die for him.

And so here I was, lying on a towel, being painted on by Evan, who seemed to be completely focused. He was painting on my chest, but I couldn't see exactly what was he drawing. His other hand was resting on my shoulder.

He looked like he was struggling with the position of it until his leg went over my body to the other side, and he was sitting on my crotch.

"Much better" he said. "Actually," he grinded on my now hardening dick "ok now it's better"

I hated him.

My breathing was low, steady. He was grateful for that because my chest wasn't moving too much.

He used a mix of whites and grays and he was using the thinnest brush. It seemed like he was drawing feathers. After a while of painting and silence, I felt myself dozing off.

I didn't know how much time had passed when I opened my eyes. Evan's were the first thing I saw.

"Hey sleepy head" he was still painting and now he was licking his lips as he painted.

"Sorry for that. How long have I been asleep?"

"It's okay, not much time passed anyway."

I looked out the window, and it surely looked dimmer than it was before, so my guess was that I either slept for about 1 hour, or it's cloudy again. When I looked down at my body and saw that my chest is now covered up completely by paint, I knew that it wasn't a cloud.

"Ok I think the chest is done. Now I'm gonna draw abstractly as I move downwards" he said, grabbing the blue paint. He was obsessed with that color. To think of it, Evan didn't have any 'favourite' thing. It was either he's indifferent towards the thing or obsessed with it. He didn't have a favourite color, but an obsession with it. He didn't prefer corn, he was obsessed with it. It was cute things like that that made me wanna vigorously hug him. He started to move his brush downwards, and his body followed suite. He was hovering over me, drawing symmetrical shapes all over my stomach.

"Alright I'm done!" he cheered and stood up. I tried to follow but he immediately told me to stay as I am. He grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a pic of his 'masterpiece'.

"I don't like my picture taken" I admitted slightly harsher than I intended to sound.

"Why?"

"I guess I'm too self conscious about how I look"

"Come here" he said as he grabbed my hand to lift me up. He dragged me to the wall mirror and stood behind me. "Look how beautiful you are. I wouldn't trade that beauty for anything in the world" he kissed my shoulder and rested his hands on both of my shoulders.

I was now able to see his paintings. He drew angel wings on my chest. Big white, perfectly shaded angel wings that looked as if they were real. I instinctively raised my hand to touch it but it was slapped and swatted away promptly.

"No touching" he threatened.

"Ev this is amazing" I said in awe. Underneath the wings were swirls of colorful lines, interlaced and extended to cover my whole lower torso. I turned around and kissed him, which took him by surprise. He was kissing me back after the shock was gone.

We ended up back on the pavement of my window. We sat there and talked. We talked about everything on our minds. He told me how worried he is about the custody hearing. He said a lot of stuff about his dad that he grew to learn. He said that his dad knows people, and that he wouldn't do anything like this if he wasn't sure that he was getting what he wanted. Whenever he was talking about his dad, his hand would reach the scar above his waist. He didn't notice it but I did.

I took both of his hands in mine. "I want you to be honest with me"

"Sure thing"

"How did you get your scar?" my question seemed to bring back horrible memories. His pupils widened and his whole face darkened a notch.

He seemed hesitant at first, but then he started talking, and there was no stopping him. He told me everything. He told me that his dad would just get angry all of a sudden and become a dangerously mad person. He used to break glasses and yell loudly. But whenever he's not mad he was the best father ever. I found that pretty fucked up.

Living with my dad was totally different. He was always calm and collected, and even when he was mad, he'd just raise his voice but not to a scary extreme. At least I didn't see it as scary because he never gave me a reason to be afraid of him. I respected him, yes, but fright, never.

I wasn't going to let Evan go back to that hell hole even if I had to fight the authorities myself. He didn't deserve it. No one does. He was too pure. He had a beautiful heart and a beautiful mind. He was an angel just like the ones he draw.

"Evan"

"Yeah Zac?" he answered looking up at me. He was playing with his hands the whole time, and now he was looking up at me with eyes glistening with tears that were waiting to flow.

"Come here" I opened up my arms and embraced him in. He curled up into a fetus form engulfed by my body. I kissed the top of his head and spoke in his ears "I promise you, that as long as I live, the only marks on your body will be my kisses, and nothing will ever touch a hair of your head but my hands comforting you to sleep."

He kissed whatever part of my body his mouth was able to reach without moving. He held tighter to me than ever and I knew that all I said was worth it. He was worth it.

The door opened abruptly, "I've been calling you since ever I arrived ho--" dad looked at our shocked faces, and at my paint covered body, then his vision moved to the painting supplies on the floor, then back at us. "What in the world?"

I tried to speak but was interrupted. "Actually, I don't wanna know" he retreated back and closed the door behind him. What even is our parent's schedule anymore?

Later that night, I took a shower to wash the paint off. Evan was downstairs with dad and Linda. They were preparing dinner, but I wasn't worried that they would eat without me. They were polite and they would wait for me.

"YOU STARTED WITHOUT ME!" I yelled at the three people in front of me with their mouths full. "Evan!"

"But there's corn" this guy I swear to God.

I took my seat and started pouring myself a plate. Before I took the first spoon of my rice, the doorbell rang. Fuck this I wanna eat.

"I'll get it" I grumbled and stood up from the dinner table. Evan followed me.

I looked from the peephole to find no one. I opened the door just to make sure there wasn't a leprechaun on my doorstep with a pot of gold.

There was a rolled up blanket with a note attached to it.

I picked up the note and looked at Evan, both of us scared to read it.

We opened it together.

          I'm really sorry for doing this. I thought I could manage. I thought I would be able to do this on my own independently, but it wasn't something I was capable off. Take good care of him.
                               Cindy.

And then a crying voice shot out of the blankets.