Chapter Text
Jackson strained under the effort to maintain the position.
He'd let Lydia talk him into helping her with anatomy practice. It hadn't taken much, the idea of standing naked, draped in silk, under great lighting and with her laser-focus attention on him for several hours did sound quite appealing… Four hours ago. When his muscles weren't starting to ache after being kept flexed in odd positions, and the lights hadn't started to be too hot even for his reptilian tastes. Somehow Lydia didn't seem to feel any kind of fatigue, her eyes flicking back and forth between him and the sketchbook, occasionally letting out a satisfied hum or a bit of praise. It wasn't quite clear whether for her own skills or for Jackson's body. Either way, he was about ready to call it quits when Ethan walked in, his eyes zeroing in to the spot where the blue silk had slipped low, barely covering Jackson's ass, wrapping around his powerful thigh, and pooling on the stand next to his foot.
Jackson could feel his eyes trailing up slowly, drinking him in. It was far more heated than the lights he'd been standing under.
"How long have you been keeping him like that?" Ethan asked, glancing at the work Lydia'd been doing.
"Three, four hours?" She shrugged.
Ethan glanced back up at Jackson "You alright there, love?" he asked, stepping around Lydia's chair to walk up to the small dais.
"M'fine" Jackson replied, his throat a little dry.
He felt Ethan's light fingers on his side like a brand, trailing up and making him shiver as he walked slowly around him until he was standing at Jackson's back.
"You've been good, haven't you?" Ethan murmured, his voice honey sweet against his ear.
All Jackson managed was a short nod.
"Thought so."
"Don't distract him," Lydia complained
"You keep standing here looking pretty for a little while longer and we'll make it worth your while later," Ethan whispered, his voice a rumble that reverberated in Jackson's bones.
Ethan's lips pressed to the soft spot behind his ear briefly before stepping away, leaving Jackson bereft but with a renewed determination to hold still under Lydia's eyes as long as she wanted.