Earthenwing
�It looks like your cat got run over by a car.� Kurt said, leaning over Todd�s shoulder.
Todd growled at him. �It ain�t a cat.�
�Then that�s an even worse picture than I thought it was.� Kurt snickered.
Todd crumpled up his Art 110 homework and smacked the wad of paper into Kurt�s face. The other boy caught it, grinning. �DaVinci you are not.� Kurt said, as Todd pulled another piece of paper off the pile and smacked it down on the table.
�This is harder than it looks, asshole.� Todd grumbled, pulling his �borrowed� bottles of acrylics back across the table. The picture he was supposed to be copying (it was actually a photo of a horse) was propped up on the plastic drinking cup the paint water was in. Todd scowled at the picture, unscrewed the lid on the black paint, and stubbornly started painting the horse in the foreground first. Again.
Kurt was also hovering over his shoulder. Again.
�Since when do you do your homework, anyway?� He asked, putting his chin down on the top of Todd�s head. Todd gave a put-upon sigh.
�Since I found a class I don�t suck at.� He paused just long enough for Kurt to open his mouth. �And don�t you say a damned word, dawg.� He added. �I can do the other shit! Painting�s just hard.�
�Whatever you say, liebchen.�
Todd rolled his eyes. �Bite me.�
A moment later, Kurt had pricked his fangs into the fleshy part of Todd�s scalp. Todd yelped and jumped up, hitting Kurt in the nose with the back of his head. He spun on him.
�What the FUCK was that, dawg?!� Todd snapped.
Kurt just grinned at him, poised to run away if Todd came after him. �You said to bite you.�
�Yeah, but I didn�t--!� So he was in THAT kind of mood. Of course, he would be in THAT kind of mood the one day Todd wanted to do his homework. Todd lunged at him and Kurt dodged away, still grinning like a jackass. Todd glanced over his room quickly, and decided if Kurt was going to be an ass, he might as well give him a reason to run. Todd turned back to the desk, shook up the bottle of white paint, and squirted out a huge, messy blob of it onto his hand. Kurt wavered, confused.
�Wait, what are you doing?�
Todd grinned at him nastily, squoodging the paint between his palms. �You were just gonna stand around, watchin� me paint anyway, weren�t you dawg?�
�Well that wasn�t what I�d been�AAH!� Kurt jumped up onto the ceiling as Todd lunged at him again, coming at him with paint covered hands. He tried to scurry away but Todd grabbed ahold of his tail and pulled, dislodging him from the thin plaster ceiling and landing him on the messy floor with a thump. He scrambled but Todd jumped on his back and straddled him, smearing paint all down the back of Kurt�s shirt.
�Augh! I give I give I give!� Kurt shouted as Todd pushed the hem of his shirt up and smeared acrylic paint into his fur.
�Can I get an �uncle?� � Todd grinned, showing two rows of nicotine stained teeth.
�Uncle!� Kurt yelped, giggling helplessly as Todd got him on the side of the ribs.
Todd started tickling him mercilessly. �And are you gonna be a good boy?� he asked.
�Yes!� Kurt gasped.
�Promise?�
�TODD!�
Todd finally got off his back. Kurt sat up quickly, tugging his shirt back down and grinning despite himself. �At least I got you to stop painting. I don�t come over here to watch you do homework, you know.�
Todd just grinned at him. Kurt hesitated, a little wary.
�Er, Todd?�
�Who said I was done paintin, dawg?� Todd asked, showing more teeth than anyone had a right to.
��Todd��
But the boy was up already, going through his bottles of acrylic paint. The school, from whence they had come, had of course bought the big bottles, the ones that never seemed to run out. �Hey, you came over to screw, I wanna paint.� Todd said. He turned around, holding a bottle of red acrylic. �I figure, we compromise.�
Kurt stared at him. �You have got to be kidding.�
�Do I look like I�m kidding?� Todd grinned.
Frankly, no, he didn�t. Kurt grimaced. �I�m not doing that.�
�Hey, you promised you�d be a good boy, remember?� Todd smirked.
�I never promised I�d do THIS!�
Todd looked unperturbed. �Too late now, dawg. Besides,� He leaned down to him, grinning. �You do this, I let you do that thing with the extension cord to me next time. Deal?�
Kurt�s face colored a little.
�Deeeaaal?� Todd prompted.
Kurt went completely red. �Deal.� He said, putting a hand over his face in embarrassment.
Todd straightened up, flashing him a thousand watt grin. �Awesome! Time to get naked then, baby!� Todd crowed, and Kurt was very, very glad that they had the boarding house to themselves this afternoon.
Kurt stood up and grudgingly peeled his shirt off while Todd fumbled through his mess of stolen paint brushes, looking for the biggest one. He gave an �ah ha!� and turned back around, holding what looked like a black sponge on a stick. Kurt hesitated with his hands on his belt buckle.
�You never told me you have a paint fetish.� He complained.
Todd smirked and came over, undoing the belt himself. �Hey, you�re going to get to abuse me with power cords, don�t complain, huh?� he said, but did lean in to plant a quick kiss on his mouth, which seemed to placate him a little. He let Todd push his trousers down off his hips and stepped out of his clothes. When he reached to pull Todd�s shirt up, though, the boy recoiled. �Hey, who said I was getting naked?� Todd yelped, pushing Kurt�s hands away.
Kurt stubbornly grabbed the hem again. �I say you�re getting naked.� He said, and yanked the shirt up over Todd�s head. �I�m not doing this if you�re gonna be dressed!�
Todd got momentarily stuck in all those layers of shirts, but he managed to get them over his head and tossed them onto the floor. He wrinkled his nose at Kurt, but Kurt slid his arms around his waist and kissed him again, ignoring the little noise of protest he made. Todd didn�t really try very hard to get out of it, after all. (Though Todd was usually the one claiming he wasn�t that into kissing, Kurt had discovered early on he could melt him pretty easily, if he did it right.) However, when Kurt started purring, Todd pulled away, face hot and holding Kurt�s distance with a hand on his chest.
�You�re not getting out of it that easily.� He said, and forced a smirk again.
Kurt�s tail flicked. �Damn.�
That hadn�t sounded terribly sincere, of course. Todd put a quick kiss on his shoulder, of all places, and picked up his bottle of red paint, shaking it up. Kurt just watched him, momentarily at a loss of what to do with himself. Todd squirted the paint onto the sponge brush, squdged it, and grinned at him again. �Turn around.� he said, making a little twirling motion with his finger. Kurt gave him a suspicious look and turned, presenting Todd with the thicker fur of his back.
Todd painted one long, red skunk stripe down the back of him. Kurt squirmed at the feel of paint sticking into his fur and gave Todd an incredulous look over his shoulder. Todd just grinned at him. �Ain�t even close to done, dawg.�
He wasn�t, either. Todd was going to owe him a hell of a lot more than one night with the extension cord, he thought, watching as Todd reloaded the brush. He motioned Kurt to turn back around and Kurt did so, grudgingly, glaring at the window shade and half debating grabbing the paintbrush with his tail and doing a job on Todd.
Todd began to carefully paint a stripe across his fur, branching down from the line on his back and snaking over his shoulder blade, down the back of his arm. Todd kissed where the stripe ended, just above his elbow, and there was a pause where he reloaded. Then he painted an identical stripe across the other side.
He worked his was slowly down Kurt�s back, stripes curling around Kurt�s chest, snaking down the sides of his ribs, and around to the flat of his belly.
�You�re turning me into a gay zebra.� Kurt complained, squirming a little as Todd kissed the small of his back before starting his stripes there, too. He ignored the tail and started down the backs of Kurt�s thighs, after that, Kurt�s tail twitching dangerously close to his head. He made Kurt spread his legs, stripes creeping across the inside of his thigh, down to the backs of his knees.
�This is going to be hell to get out of my fur.� Kurt reminded, just to be onery.
�Shut up, you�re enjoying it.� Todd answered, and he reached around to swipe an impertinent stripe down the top of Kurt�s cock, getting a startled squawk out of him.
�You�re the one who seems to be enjoying himself.� Kurt said, as Todd came back around, discarding the brush absently on the floor. The paint was already drying. Kurt could feel it tighten on his fur. And, considering the tent in Todd�s jeans, he apparently WAS enjoying himself.
�I don�t even want to know what I look like.� Kurt said, half smiling and trying not to as Todd stretched up a little to kiss him again. The boy�s hands settled on his chest, running his fingers through unpainted fur and slipping down the thicker line on Kurt�s belly. Kurt�s tail found the paint brush on the floor and curled around it, bringing it up behind him where a very distracted Todd couldn�t see it.
Suddenly Kurt attacked him, swiping a big red X across his bare chest, and Todd stumbled back with a yelp, tripping on the junk on his floor and landing with a thud on his ass. Kurt pounced and sat on his legs, pinning him, tail thrashing and looking more like a tiger than a zebra.
�You. So owe me.� He told him, yanking Todd�s belt buckle loose. Todd just nodded, happily dumbstruck, and let Kurt do whatever he wanted.