How about just some fluff involving Stu painting John? And John's just getting paint all over himself
this was such a good idea !! thanks again for the request <3
Looking back on it, this was probably one of John’s ideas Stuart should have ignored. But it was enticing nonetheless: the chance to paint his boyfriend.
John had promised to stay still, which Stu should have taken with a grain of salt anyway, but so far it was going well. They’d taken over a corner of Astrid’s friend’s studio for their purpose, and John lounged on the cracked leather of the sofa shoved into the corner.
Stu had borrowed a few jars of paint from Klaus, and lined them up on the floor after taking what he’d wanted onto his palette.
That was the first mistake. The second was placing the canvas and easel directly in front of John, obscuring his view except for when he peaked behind it.
But none of that got to be a problem until Stu was just about finished with the painting. By now he had the whole outline of John’s body and the sofa, and only a few details remained. However, he looked behind the easel to see a most distressing sight.
One of the cans hadn’t been closed properly, and John had knocked it over with his foot, creating a puddle of red on the floor.
“Oh shit,” he said softly, and bent down to pick it up. Not before accidentally stepping in it, though. And when he finally got the lid back in place, he’d gotten the paint all over his fingers as well.
Stuart sighed. John looked at his fingers and shrugged, wiping them on his jacket.
“John! It’s not going to come off!”
“I don’t mind,” he said absently, “Just go back to your painting.”
Stuart obliged somewhat reluctantly. He heard a bit of rustling but decided to trust John, even if that might have been the worse choice.
When he looked again, he dropped his paintbrush.
“What did you do?”
“It was an accident?” John said sheepishly.
Paint of all colors was everywhere now. John’s leather jacket not only had marks of red, but blue, yellow, green, and orange as well. His jeans had smears of yellow, black, and white, and his shoes tracked multicolor splotches across the floor. Not to mention that there was a nice line of blue on his forehead and a drip of orange on his cheek.
Stuart went over to him, which was when he noticed that there was paint in John’s hair too.
“Oh, love,” he said softly. He hated to admit it, but it was sort of endearing that he’d made such a mess. It was like a naught puppy or something.
John smiled at him, and Stu couldn’t contain the one that pulled at his lips too.
“Let me help you wash it off,” he whispered.
“Please,” John whispered back.
Stuart giggled, pressing a quick kiss to John’s lips, before pulling him out of the studio space and to the bathroom.
