John/Paul AU Collab: John is a French artist, Paul is his muse.
While on holiday in Paris, Paul crosses paths with local artist John. Intrigued by John's bohemian lifestyle, Paul finds himself in a world of art, sex, and whirlwind romance.
The setting sun filtered through the windows at an angle, filling the room with soft orange light and diffused shadows. It felt strange to be in bed; Paul was still adjusting to John's leisurely schedule of sleeping and waking as he pleased, so unaffected by the real world. John had only just gotten up, inspired, and now his eyes peeked over the top of a sketchpad, roving over Paul's body.
Paul's face warmed, his head turning against the pillow. A mere week ago, he never would have believed he'd be here, freshly fucked and naked atop of a tousled nest of sheets.
"Ah, Paul," John said from his place at the foot of the bed, where he'd pulled up a chair. His heavy, lilting accent made Paul's chest ache. "Don't feel shy. You are beautiful."
John sketched quickly, racing against the fading light. When he was finished, Paul hardly recognized himself in the loose, delicate line work—he was an elegant figure with disheveled hair, all soft angles, so alluring and real. Seeing himself through John's eyes, he was more than just an average Liverpool bloke. He was a work of art.
John returned to the bed, smudging black fingerprints on the sheets. "Tu es l’homme de mes rêves."
Paul smiled, his arms looping around John's neck. He wouldn't mind staying in bed a little while longer.
twinkpaul [graphic] | twinkjohn [fic]
