"You like it? Really?" Blue felt a pounding in his chest as Eivind complimented his work in his concise way, but it was enough to make Blue's chest swell. "I just . . . I wanted it to be something different. Anyone can paint a railing a solid color, right?" He chuckled softly, leading Eivind up the stairs so that the older male could see the entirety of the cosmos that now sparkled on his handmade banister. When they reached the top, Blue stopped and turned around, quietly listening to Eivind with a coy smile on his face. "Well, I need a clear coat to put over the railing to protect the paint so it doesn't chip off. I think I saw something downstairs that will work. As for other supplies . . . " Blue paused for a moment, bringing his hand up to his smooth chin and slowly stroking it as he thought. "I suppose that depends on what you want me to paint. Paper and watercolors would be wonderful, if you could find them. But if you have other pieces of furniture, or maybe some canvas? The canvas could be hung on the walls, if you wanted. I mean, you wouldn't have to put anything up if you didn't want to, but if you did, I'd be happy to paint something for you."<br/><br/>Sometime during Blue's musing, Eivind's hand had found its way to his side. When Blue realized it, he trembled slightly, but he didn't pull away, instead keeping his eyes trained on Eivind's fingers as they danced along the edge of body, brushing against dried streaks of paint.<br/><br/>"Yes," Blue whispered, his throat going dry and his bottom lip shaking. "I tend to get pretty messy when I paint. I get it all over. I can't help it." He looked up and found Eivind's eyes, dark and watching him eagerly, but he found that he was no longer fearful of such a look. When Alden or Lofgren or any of the other wolves looked at him like that, it had been terrifying, a precursor to the pain and agony that was to come. But Blue didn't feel that now. As Eivind continued to drag his fingers along his narrow body, Blue felt something deep inside of him that he didn't know he could properly feel anymore. It started as a small electrical pulse in his side and grew, radiating out to the rest of his body and settling in his groin. It wasn't until his chest was heaving and his cock began to press against the jeans Synnove had given him that Blue realized what was happening. He was<i>aroused. </i><br/><br/>"I should--I should go take a shower while you finish cooking," Blue said suddenly, stumbling backward away from Eivind to the top of the stairs, his hand blindly searching for the handle to Eivind's bedroom door. "You don't want your meat to burn," he said, grimacing at his own awkwardness.<i>You don't want your meat to burn? Fucking hell, you idiot. </i>"I'll be down in a few minutes!" Blue called, his hand clasping the doorknob and turning it swiftly, rushing into the bedroom and closing the door behind him with a frantic click.<br/><br/>The boy made his way to the bathroom where he stripped off his pants and underwear, staring down at the firm, throbbing erection that had sprouted in between his legs. "Holy shit," he panted, wondering if Eivind had noticed Blue's arousal. Or worse . . . had he<i>smelled </i>it? He knew wolves' senses were far superior to those of humans, and Lofgren had often said how he could smell Blue's sex, the justification he had used to say that Blue liked being raped.<br/><br/>Blue fumbled with the shower's knobs for a moment before stepping inside, letting the warm water flow over his body and slowly begin to melt the paint from his skin. He stayed there for a few minutes, unmoving, waiting for his erection to subside. "Come on, go the fuck down," Blue whined, glaring down at his own cock as the veins pulsed in his shaft and his engorged head pointed up at him, a rich, deep pink. "Fuck," he moaned, realizing waiting was having no effect. Well, Eivind was still downstairs cooking . . . Maybe, just this once . . .<br/><br/>Blue's trembling hand settled itself on his stiff member and he groaned in pleasure as he gently began stroking himself. He imagined Eivind's hand again, on him, caressing him, followed by Eivind's lips and the feeling of his beard brushing against Blue's smooth skin. He wondered what the wolf's cock looked like when it was hard, how big it grew, whether Eivind liked to fuck slowly or hard, would he prefer Blue on his knees or on his back? And Eivind's knot . . . what would it feel like when they were locked together, unable to separate? Would he hate it, like he had hated all the others? Or would he like it, because Eivind was his mate? He was Eivind's, and Eivind was his . . .<br/><br/>It took less than three minutes for Blue to climax, and he moaned loudly and fully as he came all over the wall of Eivind's shower. "Oh, fuck," Blue gasped, watching as his semen was washed away by the steady, dependable torrent of water. He was glad Eivind hadn't come to investigate and hoped that his moans had been drowned out by the hum of the shower head. He wasn't sure how good Eivind's hearing was, but he prayed it wasn't as impressive as his sense of smell.<br/><br/>After Blue had finished washing away the rest of the paint and ejaculate, he climbed out of the shower and dried himself off with one of Eivind's fluffy towels. He slipped on a pair of fresh boxers (they fit him better now as he had gained a few pounds since staying with Eivind), and reached for his pants before deciding to go without. He wasn't exactly sure what compelled him to descend the stairs back to Eivind, mostly naked, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead, but something did, and he followed the silent urges.<br/><br/>"Eivind?" Blue said gently as he entered the kitchen, leaning against the wall, the lean muscles in his body taut and tense beneath Blue's fair skin. "Sorry I took so long. I was dirtier than I thought."