Page 2 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: August
“You got it.” Auggie let the robe fall to the floor next to the dais and sat, ankles crossed, hands together in his lap. He wasn’t embarrassed about having his dick show or anything, but this was the most comfortable position to sit in, and Thor had said relaxed. Besides, if the guy didn’t like how he was sitting, he’d say something, right? Right.
Auggie picked a spot on the wall across from him to look at and took a deep breath, then tried to kind of zen out; he found that was easiest when nude modeling.
The spot that had drawn his eyes was a painting. It was wild. Lots of colors, lots of lines and dots, like it was an abstract, but he could see stuff in the swirl of colors, shapes, meaning. He hadn’t meant to become absorbed in the painting itself, but he was. Enough so that it was a while before the jitters started to make their way into his brain. He wanted to move in the worst way. And a couple of times he caught his right leg bouncing and had to force himself to stop. Damned caffeine.
The first time it happened, he only noticed because Professor Thor cleared his throat, interrupting his train of thought. He sighed, stopped, and sent an apologetic glance at the prof. Damn it, he just couldn’t win. After that he paid more attention and caught himself every time he started. He’d been right about the Coke. It hadn’t been the best choice. He hadn’t had a lot of options though. And at least he wasn’t falling asleep where he sat.
“Okay, there’s ten minutes left,” Thor announced. “So wind up what you’re doing. We will be doing a new pose next week.” Then Thor made a final round of the students, talking to them about what they’d done. Auggie was curious, but he couldn’t quite make out what people were saying. Mostly he was curious about how the drawings looked, but he knew from last year that they were mostly pretty bad—it was a beginner’s class after all. Some of them made him look mean, some goofy. It was probably better for his self-esteem if he just didn’t look. Still, if he got a chance, he’d probably take a peek.
“Okay. That’s it for today. Let’s give our model a thank-you.”
Everyone clapped and Auggie blinked, surprised. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to take a bow or what, so he just inclined his head a little, feeling awkward. The professor last year hadn’t done that.
He stood and went to grab the robe, quickly putting his hand on the dais he’d been on as everything sort of greyed out for amoment. He blinked a few times, and when he went to grab his robe, he found it wasn’t there.
Thor was holding it out for him to slip his arms into, a small frown wrinkling the handsome forehead. “You okay, Auggie?”
“Yeah, just a little lightheaded—too long in the same position.” He put one arm and then the other into the robe and closed it up with the belt. He didn’t mind being naked in front of the class while he was posing and they were drawing, but once they were done, it felt weird.
“Come and sit,” Thor insisted, leading him over to the big desk and having him sit in the chair behind it. “I’ll get you some water.”
Auggie shook his head. “They’re out.” He pushed his hair off his face, surprised to find that his hand was shaking a little.
“When was the last time you ate?” Thor asked.
“I had… breakfast,” he said belligerently. Not that it was anyone’s business if he forgot to eat a meal or two.
“Let me take you over to the student union and get you something to eat.”
Auggie shook his head and stuck his chin out. “You don’t have to.” He wasn’t a charity case.
“I know I don’t, but I would feel better if I knew you’d had something to eat before you left. You’ve got a bit of a walk before you get home, don’t you?”
Auggie shrugged but admitted, “About an hour, yeah.”
“Go get dressed and we’ll head over together. It’s pot sticker day and that’s one of the things they do really well.”
Pot stickers sounded pretty good actually, and as Auggie went back to the alcove and got dressed, he had to admit, he was more than a little shaky and some food would probably be a good idea.
“Where do you want me to put the robe?” It was actually cool that there had been one. Last year’s prof hadn’t supplied one.
“I’ll take it home with me and give it a wash.” Thor held his hand out and Auggie passed the robe over. It was folded and put into a leather utility bag, which Thor then slung over his shoulder.
“You ready to go?”
“Sure. You really don’t need to, though, you know that, right?”
“Yep. Come on, we’re doing this.”
“Only because I’m hungry.”
“That’s right,” Thor replied cheerfully, heading for the elevator.
Thor pressed the button and they stood, waiting.
“How many classes are you posing for?” Thor asked.
“Three. Both the beginner life drawing classes. And the advanced class. Same as last year.”
