Introduction: Fruits! Fucking fruits! It's like art class all over again. Wait...this is an art class. It's an art class with tattooed handsome goodness standing in front. Well, this I can live with. I started to paint. Sketching my outlines slow then fast, strong strokes keeping my sketch composition proportional. I can feel him behind me, saying nothing. His warmth hovers on top of me. I close my eyes for a moment then sighed. He lower himself puts his tattooed palm on my shoulder and his lips linger beside my ear. "Be...