Title: Painting the Sky
Author: Foxhunt2blue
Summary: In another world two men meet for the 
first time and their destiny is decided.
Rating: NC-17 (Human AU)
Pairing: William/Liam
Disclaimer: Not mine because frankly…they’re 
never naked enough! 
Feedback: Better than chocolate covered Spikes 
& Angels---well almost! *giggle
E-mail: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com
Author’s Note: I was dusting out the old hard 
drive and discovered a few old original erotica 
stories that I had written. Talking to Pet (my B/F 
& sometime cohort in crime) I decided this one 
would make a good Spangel. Therefore, a tweak 
here, a tweak there, and you tell me.
So, here you go Pet…my sweet little muse. ;-)
 
*** 
 
 
Painting is an erotic experience for me; the fact I 
can't paint doesn't seem to stop me from trying 
though. It was when I met him though that 
everything changed for me.
 
I had been modeling for some classes at the local 
community college during the afternoon to earn 
extra cash. A poor college boy can never have 
enough money in his pocket. When Professor 
Kline asked if I could model for some evening 
classes, I was more than happy, too. Fifty bucks a 
pop was good cash for sitting in front of half a 
dozen strangers for an hour in nothing but a 
smile.
 
That first night I saw him. Shoulders slumped as 
if the very world rested on them, tangles of 
chestnut silk shadowing his face, but his eyes 
shown with a bright fevered light. His slender 
fingers held the brush with such strength and 
determination. Each stroke sent shivers down my 
spine as I wondered how it would feel to have 
those hands stroke me. To touch me with that 
heated desire I saw locked in those sad, dark eyes.
 
For a week I watched him from beneath my 
lashes wondering what his story might be, what 
had left him so sad? At the end of that week, the 
students turned their work in to Professor Kline. 
Being the curious creature that I am the tendency 
to examine the work overtook me. 
 
My gaze wandered over each painting seeing the 
same thing as always.
 
No passion, no soul just the mechanics.
 
Not that they weren't good. They were, but there 
was no heart.
 
Then I saw his.
 
I am not a vain man, but I know I have a nice 
body. I had never thought of myself like this 
though. His strokes burning with a power 
I had never seen before. Each hollow, each curve 
blended in the perfect balance of light and 
shadow. As stupid as it may sound as I traced the 
details with the tip of my finger I began to grow 
hard. All the blood had rushed from my skull to 
my now throbbing cock and I felt as if I would 
explode.
 
"Quite the artist isn't he?" Kline leaned over my 
shoulder.
 
"Yes..." I whispered praying he wouldn't notice 
my arousal.
 
"Liam has an insight into his subjects you rarely 
see these days."
 
Liam, I thought, he had a name now.
 
Dashing out with a hurried good bye, I decided to 
find the man who had aroused my body as well as 
my senses. It didn't take long.
 
***
He sat alone at a back booth in the small campus 
coffee shop his eyes drifting outside into the 
night.
 
"Liam?" 
 
"I knew you would come." I noticed he never 
turned as he answered.
 
Standing he took my hand and led me from the 
overly bright cafe into the shadowed city. As he 
made his way along the streets not a word passed 
between us. It was if I had stepped into a dream.
 
How we came to the tiny fourth floor apartment, I 
couldn't say, but it was there that I found a truth I 
hadn't known existed.
 
***
 
His bed was nothing more than a mattress and 
box springs on the floor, simple worn cotton 
sheets, and a small lamp with a cream shade sat 
on a steamer trunk next to the bed. These things 
were nothing compared to the pictures that 
covered the walls. 
 
Every picture was of me.
 
Watercolors, crayon, ink, pencil, charcoal. 
 
They were all there.
 
"I have seen you in my dreams since I was five. 
Always there walking with me...always walking, 
but never speaking."
 
Pictures of me that showed my progression from 
five until twenty-one.
 
Glancing up I met his dark bottomless eyes no 
longer filled with sadness, but with joy. He stood 
before me nude as the day he was born, his 
clothes discarded in a heap. Reaching out he 
began to slowly undress me until we both stood 
together with nothing between us. His hands 
moved over me sending tendrils of heat through 
my skin down to the deepest part of me.
 
"William…” he whispered my name though I was 
sure he had never heard it. 
 
Kneeling he folded those slim strong fingers 
around the base of my erection, his lips caressing 
the head with soft kisses. A moan rippled through 
my chest as he gently took me into his mouth, his 
tongue sliding along the sensitive vein beneath. 
He slowly began bobbing his head, his shaggy 
hair tickling my thighs. 
 
So warm...so wet.
 
My cock began to swell within the heated velvet 
of his mouth. I could feel my balls drawing up 
and knew I had to have him. I wanted to be 
buried in his sweet body when I came. Inside his 
body and no where else was where I wanted to 
be.
 
"No...want you...now…" I moaned pushing him 
away.
 
Then we were on the bed, his dark hair spread 
against the faded sheets. I knelt between his 
outspread thighs, my fingers gently parting the 
muscled cheeks of his ass. Lowering my head, I 
slid my tongue along his crease teasing at his 
opening. Beneath me he squirmed as my tongue 
pushed through the tight ring of muscle, my hand 
moved up encircling his cock pushing back the 
foreskin to reveal the glistening swollen flesh 
beneath.
 
"William...my Will...not a dream," he whimpered 
as I replaced my tongue with two fingers. 
 
Each thrust of my fingers became faster as I 
fucked him. My fingers twisting deeper, then 
hooking to rub at the tiny nub deep inside him in 
tiny circles. Soon his back bowed as the first 
ripples of his building orgasm moved through his 
body. Before he could voice his need, I placed the 
head of my cock against his convulsing opening. 
With a sharp twist of my hips, I ground into him 
up to the root. 
 
He let out a howl, fingers tearing at the sheets. 
 
Leaning down I took in his firm muscled chest, 
smooth as satin with its dark erect nipples. My 
mouth found one nipple biting and sucking while 
my hand found the other. I was possessed by the 
need to be deeper as I continued to slam into his 
tight ass his screams urging me on with their 
intensity. Long legs wrapped around my waist 
tightly as if to keep me from pulling out. 
 
"Fuck me William...fuck me harder! Harder! Oh, 
God please…HARDER!" He screamed throwing 
his head back. 
 
Pulling back, I released his nipple, my fingers 
searching out the pulsing flesh that would send 
him over the edge. Stroking his swollen cock sent 
him into a thrashing frenzy beneath me as his 
muscles bore down forcing my own orgasm in 
perfect timing with his own.
 
My hot seed filled him as I screamed his name to 
the sky.
 
Collapsing into a heap, we fell asleep in each 
other’s arms. Skin slick with sweat, hearts beating 
as one.
 
Later I woke to find him wrapped in a blanket, 
sitting in the window a tiny smile on his lips.
 
"Do you ever wonder about God?" he asked.
 
"What about him?" I knelt at his feet looking up 
at the night sky. A million pinpoints of light 
twinkling against blue velvet.
 
"They say the future can be found written in the 
stars. I prefer to think of him as an artist myself."
 
"So you believe he painted the sky with stars?"
 
"Yes...and he's painting this sky just for us 
tonight." 
 
Reaching out I pulled him down into a deep, 
gentle kiss and knew whatever power had brought 
us together I was grateful. For in his eyes I had 
found a love I had never expected to have.
 
That was twenty-five years ago. Every year on 
the anniversary of that first meeting we go out 
and I watch him painting the sky. We've almost 
run out of room for his paintings, but we will 
never run out of love.
 
THE END