Luke turned around and caught Eddy staring for the second time today. This wasnt new. Luke caught Eddy staring at Luke at least twenty times a day if not more. He definitely stared whenever Luke was naked or wearing something revealing, but he also stared even when he was dressed. Eddy stared when he ate, or reached for something, or was simply sitting and minding his own business. It seemed anytime they were in a room together, Luke would more often than not find Eddy's eyes on him whenever he looked.<br/><br/>Eddy couldnt help it. Luke was beautiful and Eddy wanted to bask in all his intricate details. There was the curve of his lips and the shape of his teeth behind them, the  whispy hairs that feathered the delicate arch of his neck, the enticing flex of his forearms when he twisted his wrists, the shapes of his hands when they did anything at all, how the fingers settled together when they relaxed or clenched and the skin of his knuckles would wrinkle or tighten. Such lovely configurations they made. Eddy stared at Luke's hands often but there was even<i>more</i>to see. The boyish knobbiness of his knees, the delightful swell of his hips and ass, the gorgeous dip of his clavicle, the pink shells of his perfectly formed ears, the expansive valley of his nubile spine, the soft roundness of his adorable testicles and cock, fascinating even when flaccid. Eddy could stare forever.<br/><br/>He often imagined what it would be like to sculpt such a body, to get the form and curvature exactly right. The effort it would take, the endless hours of sculpting to match the source of inspiration precisely... it would be worth the pain. Luke made Eddy want to create again, but at this moment his admiration was purely carnal.<br/><br/>Eddy's gaze flicked up to Luke's face, to his favorite part of the boy. There were Luke's raindrop eyes, the edges crinkled by his bashful smile. Eddy's own grin was a slow, dirty thing. Luke knew exactly what he was thinking, but it was so delicious that he always wanted Eddy to share his thoughts with the class.<br/><br/>"Just thinking how sexy you look in my shirt," Eddy replied, honest and unrepentant, "and all the pretty noises I could pull out of you if I scrape my beard against the insides of your gorgeous thighs."<br/><br/>He would have sounded casual if not for the pitch of his voice, so rumbling and deep he could make a Dr. Suess book sound indecent and vulgar.