Head Games - ch.12 - Official?
Another night at the bar. A whitty comment from Skyler, and One word from Theo, changes everything.
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Skyler POV
When we got back to his dorm room, Theo asked what I wanted to do tonight. I was content with just about anything that let me spend more time with him, getting to know him better.
He seemed to enjoy showing off his artwork, which I can understand. I would too if I had his talent. I found it interesting how he would organize his work into different sketchbooks, each one seeming to have a consistent theme throughout. This one was for landscape drawings, that one for parts of the human body. Several were dedicated to anime in its various forms.
Though, I admit, the ones I enjoyed the most were the homoerotic ones. Yeah, I know. To be expected, right? It’s almost stereotypical. It’s just, his work isn’t just characters striking a pose. He tells a story. And you can see the evolution of his talent from the first page to the last.
He pulled out another book and handed it to me. “Most of those I keep for school. This one is for me, it’s my favorite.”
I understood why the moment I opened it and saw the theme. Homoerotic fantasy. There was almost a passive aggressive nature to it. A silent rebellion against the conservative views we were both raised under. It was filled with everything our parents wouldn’t approve of, walking right up to the pornographic line and occasionally crossing over it with depictions of full-on sex scenes. Many scenes included furries and other anthropomorphic characters. Sometimes innocent animals like foxes, bears, and wolves. Other times he had sexy demons and other dark creatures. I questioned if there was anything he couldn’t draw.
A drawing of an anthropomorphic blue dragon with a mostly humanoid body caught my attention. He was completely naked and about to give it to a gray werewolf who was lying on his back, eagerly waiting to take it. The dragon had its tail snaked between its legs and was using one hand to feed the tip into the wolf’s ass, and the other hand, or I should say claw, firmly wrapped around his cock.
I noticed some of the drawings had recognizable faces. Like one where a vicious-looking demon had a knight bound in chains. The demon was clearly inspired by Rob, the sexy bouncer from the bar. It made me wonder if the face of the knight was someone else that Theo knew. It’s crazy how he was able to capture the detail, so there was no question about the demon’s identity. And as vicious as he made him look, he was just as powerful and desirable. Even the knight, his prisoner, and soon to be sex slave, seemed drawn to him, riding the line between submission and rebellion.
I felt the pangs of jealousy at the idea and realization that this was likely drawn in some part out of a desire to submit to Rob. Yeah, there would be more faces I recognized in the book, and Victor would be one of them.
Another realization was that the book highlighted something about Theo’s personality that I was beginning to enjoy. He likes to shock, to provoke, and to trigger reactions in people. There’s a certain amount of prideful defiance in it. I think that’s partly why he enjoys everything with Victor and messing with Bobby’s cuck side so much, because the kink lets him do just that.
I just looked at him, then back at the drawing and told him, “You’re a talented fucker.”
He just smiled and replied, “In more ways than one.”
I nodded my agreement.
Another thing I noticed about the book was that each drawing had small paragraphs written on them, telling what he was thinking at the time of drawing them, or what he used as inspiration. It was almost like a diary, but not quite. There were enough intimate thoughts to tell his state of mind without giving away personal details.
Just before he closed it, I pointed at one of the paragraphs. “You know I’m going to read each and every one, right?”
“I wouldn’t have shown it to you if I didn’t want you to.”
I noticed also that the book was nearly full. He would be needing a new one soon. I would buy him a new one as a gift as soon as possible. I liked the idea that he would think of me every time he picked it up, be it to draw something new or just review it later.
“How do you do this without driving yourself crazy horny while doing it?”
“Sometimes I do,” he said with the sexiest smile.
Another thing that occurred to me was that this was the book he was drawing in earlier. I went to flip to the last drawing to see what he was doing, but he pulled it out of my hands and said I could see it later, when it’s finished.
“So, are we staying in or going out?” he asked. “It feels almost criminal for you to be in the city on a Friday night and not experience the scene in full.”
I took a deep breath, not sure what I was about to get myself into, and replied, “I’m game for whatever you are.”
