Sowing Wild Oats, Ch. 10 (M/MM,Coll,NS,Exhib)

The story so far: Rick and Rob, anxious to have a blast of freedom
before graduating to become corporate drones, start a weekend with a
nude tennis match. After the match, leaving a challenge for a doubles
match the next night, they flee to another college. There, they play a
small prank on two others at the sauna, and then streak, covered in mud
as a disguise, past a donut shop, on their way to find food and a place
to sleep at the home of a gay artist, Hans. They arrive in the wee hours
of the morning, believing the police to be in pursuit.

Ch. 10: Sanctuary?

"It's Rick Matthews and Rob Franklin. We're naked and being chased.
Please kill the light and let us in." Rick approached the open
doorframe.

"OK, but this had better be good."

The figure inside moved back from the door beckoning them to enter. The
porch was plunged into darkness, but the flashing lights of a police car
could be seen reflecting off the front of the house next door. Rick and
Rob raced into the apartment and closed the door. They were off the
street.

Nobody spoke. The room was in total darkness other than the light from a
clock face, the fish tank heater and the police car outside. The
flashing light became more intense and then slowly passed.

A light clicked on and Hans stood in front of them, wrapped in a
blanket. "Start talking." Hans blinked. "You are naked, but you're
covered in shit. What the hell?"

Rick spoke first, "it's not shit, it's mud. We covered up so we wouldn't
be recognised when we streaked the donut shop."

Rob added, "we've come from the sauna at Samuels. We were hoping we
could get cleaned up, get something to eat and get some sleep."

Hans looked thoughtful. "OK -- one of you get into the shower. The other
stay here and tell me how you came to be nude and on my doorstep at..."
He glanced at the clock, "almost 3am."

Rick motioned Rob to go ahead.

"There are clean towels in the bathroom cupboard. Help yourself. Down
the hall and to your left." Hans pointed to a hallway off the back of
the front room, separated off with a hanging beads. "But, hold on a
minute, I'll be right back." Hans walked behind them into another room
in front of the living room and emerged a few seconds later without his
blanket, but with a Polaroid camera. As he was behind the mud covered
Rick and Rob, they discovered the camera by hearing the click and seeing
the flash.

"Hey, no pictures," Rob said, as gruffly as he could under the
circumstances. They'd gone to Hans to avoid being photographed by Vanya,
so this was an unwanted development.

Hans came around in front of them. "Nobody else will see these. I want
to do a painting, but you don't want to stay covered in mud and pose for
several hours while I do, do you?"

Rob protested, "I don't want to be in a painting!" He pouted, upset that
Hans had a camera and was naked as well now. "Would you put some clothes
on?"

Hans was indignant, "you get me out of bed in the middle of the night,
asking for food, shelter and sanctuary, and you won't let me do the one
thing that makes me tick? You can leave if you prefer." Hans paused, for
effect, hoping they wouldn't call his bluff. "This is my apartment and
I'll wear what I want. Besides, you aren't exactly overdressed
yourselves. So, what's it to be? Photos or the door?"

Rick looked nervously at Rob. "Hans, I want to pose for you. I'd like a
picture for my girlfriend. This wasn't what I had in mind, but..." he
paused. "I guess I was going to leave that up to you anyway. Um. We're
not gay, and we'd feel a whole lot more comfortable if we weren't ALL
naked, but we don't have any clothes. Could you take pictures of me and
leave Rob out of this?"

"Well, you can stay, Rick. We'll talk about the paintings. Rob should go
if he's not going to be involved. He'll be in the way otherwise. I don't
want you to be nervous, so I'll get dressed."

Hans looked at Rob, "if you're still here when I get back, you're
getting your picture taken. It's up to you. Nobody but Erik and I will
see the pictures -- I need them to for my work and Erik lives here as
well, so I cannot guarantee he won't see them."

Hans could not believe himself, taking such a hard line. He felt he had
to take the gamble. These were two of the hottest studs on campus, and
he'd wanted to get them to pose for two years now. They were naked,
vulnerable, erect, and they were in his living room. Looking up
gratefully to the heavens, he went back into his bedroom for some
clothes.

Rick turned to Rob. "It's up to you, guy. We should stay together. If
you go, I'll go too. I can come back and pose some other time." As he
said this, the flashing light of a police car could be seen reflecting
off the wall.

Spooked by the return of the police car, Rob weakened. "Shit, I can't go
back out there like this. I can't ask you to either. We'll get nailed.
Maybe Hans will let us get cleaned up and loan us some clothes."

Thankful that they couldn't see him, Hans grimaced. He really couldn't
send them away, that would be too rude.

"You want to chicken out? We won't have any money or any way to get back
into the dorms. We'll also be backing down on our challenge to George
and Ron. Worst of all -- our weekend of adventure will be over. I think
we can trust Hans. Maybe he'll agree to change your face in any painting
he does and give you the photos when he's done?" Rick looked hopefully
at Rob.

Rob sighed. "You're right. That streak was a rush. The tennis game was
something else, but I'm glad we did it. This will be one hell of a
weekend if it stays this exciting. What the hell -- we've been seen naked
by Mary and Beth and will again later tonight. I guess it doesn't make
any difference."

"And, Hans' paintings are very good. I think one of us from this streak
could be a gas. Think what your uncle would say if you sent it to him."
Rick looked cheerful, trying to cement Rob's agreement. "It would give
us something to remember this with when we're old and stodgy."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm worried a bit about Susan. What will she
think?"

"If you gave her a picture from Hans, there would be no problem with us
being here if she found out."

Hans reappeared and picked up the camera. "So you've decided to stay?"

"Yeah, I'll pose for you too. I should get a picture for my girlfriend
as well." Rob was still uncertain, but figured that if he didn't like
the painting, he did not have to pass it on to Susan.

"You know I normally charge for commissioned work? But, if you'll agree
to pose for some of my own, I'll waive the fee." Hans decided to go for
broke, as he'd overheard part of the conversation between Rick and Rob.
"No need to decide right now. We can talk about it when you get cleaned
up."

... continued in Ch. 11: Picture This

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