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Dandelion sighed, dropping his pencil onto his desk with a clatter. He folded his arms, frowning petulantly across the room at Jaskier. His boyfriend was lounging on their sofa, arms crossed behind his head in a way that made his biceps bulge. He was smirking at Dandelion, definitely aware of the effect he was having on the other man.
“It’s impossible, Jaskier!” Dandelion cried, pouting a little more. He shook his head, sending his blond curls flying over his shoulders and into his face. “I can’t get the shapes right!”
Jaskier giggled. “You’re so dramatic, Dandy. You’ve said that three times already.” As he spoke, he flexed his arm muscles, and Dandelion found that he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of them.
“Bastard,” he muttered, reaching for his pencil again. Jaskier fluttered his eyelashes, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
“See, you just needed the right inspiration,” Jaskier said and shifted in place again. Dandelion stared at him as he moved, noticing the way that the sunlight danced over the other man’s face, making the highlight he had applied that morning shimmer in the rays peeking through their blinds.
Dandelion’s jaw dropped. The makeup was a soft shade of pink and when caught in the sunlight, it looked more like glitter sprinkled across Jaskier’s cheeks. Dandelion caught his lip between his teeth, the pencil held tightly in his hand now completely forgotten. Jaskier shifted again and his lips parted with a quiet contented sigh. Dandelion couldn’t decide where to look- the blissful expression on the man’s face, his strong arms, his long, slender legs...
“Dandy.”
Dandelion startled, blinking rapidly, and turned back to his sketchbook, willing his blush to fade.
“What?” he asked as he finally turned back to his sketch and began to draw in some lines. The pencil glided across the page as he blocked out the general shape of his boyfriend’s pose. He looked up again, to check the form his drawing was taking, and found Jaskier gazing at him fondly.
“You’re adorable when you’re focussed, darling. Scrunched up little nose, I just want to kiss it,” Jaskier said.
Dandelion could feel his blush returning at full force. He stood up, abandoning his art for the moment. He ambled over to the sofa and leant down to press a gentle kiss to Jaskier’s lips, before sitting back on his heels.
“I know I said to wear something nice, but you’ve really outdone yourself, my dear,” Dandelion said as he pulled Jaskier’s hand into his, rubbing the knuckles gently. Dandelion lifted Jaskier’s hand and kissed it. Jaskier smiled at him, and the grin was astonishingly pretty. Dandelion felt his heart stutter out of pace in his chest and he squeezed Jaskier’s hand tightly.
Leaning in to press another kiss to his boyfriend’s shimmering cheeks, Dandelion stood up and picked his sketchbook back up.
For the better part of the next hour, Dandelion sketched, erased, and re-sketched the same section of his artwork, interspersed with increasingly irritated sighs, he found himself trapped in a cycle- sketch a part of Jaskier’s face, look up to check his progress, become distracted admiring Jaskier, then look down, discover he had ruined the shape in his distraction, and repeat. Simply put, staring at Jaskier’s pretty little face was proving incredibly distracting from his goal of drawing said pretty little face.
He groaned and dropped his pencil, putting his head in his hands. If he couldn’t even finish the sketch, how on earth was he going to manage when he had to pick out the exact shade of blue for Jaskier’s eyes? He just wanted this piece to be perfect.
He pressed his palms into his eyes, willing himself not to cry. This was meant to be fun, not stressful, he reminded himself. He took a deep breath and looked back down at his page. Overall, the sketch wasn’t bad, maybe lacking in a few of the finer details, but he could work with this, he could, he reminded himself forcibly.
When he next looked up at him it was impossible to miss the concern in Jaskier’s eyes. He tried to smile at his boyfriend, a shaky little grin being the best he could manage. Jaskier’s frown deepened.
“Dandy? What’s up?” He made as if to stand up, and Dandelion leapt to his feet, eyes wide and frantic, waving his hands around in front of him.
“No, no, sit back down right now, Jask!” Jaskier sat down, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed slightly in confusion as he settled back into his spot. “I’m fine, just need to…” he panicked, trying to come up with an excuse- “pick the right shade of blue for your eyes!” He turned his back on Jaskier and began rifling through his box of paints. Jaskier chuckled, and Dandelion could hear his earrings jingling as he shook his head. Dandelion let out a triumphant cry and his hand shot up into the air with a tube of cornflower blue paint. “There,” he said, with a smug little smile, “found it.”
The rest of his sketch went quite quickly after that and soon Dandelion was uncapping a selection of paints, squeezing out little blobs onto his palette. Finally, he eked out a little of the cornflower blue, smiling softly to himself as he did so.
Carefully, he dipped his brush into the water, and glanced up at Jaskier. Water dripped onto the table as he stared, mouth open, at the man on the sofa. Sometime between Dandelion choosing his paints and now, Jaskier had fallen asleep. He looked practically angelic. Dandelion couldn’t bring himself to move in case he broke the spell.
Before he managed to break free from the moment, Jaskier snored loudly and woke himself with a jolt, clutching at the sofa. Dandelion couldn’t help but chuckle as Jaskier pouted at him.
“You could’ve woken me up, you know,” Jaskier said as a faint flush rose in his cheeks. Dandelion shook his head.
“You looked so peaceful, Jask. Wouldn’t disturb you for the world,” Jaskier smiled at him with glistening eyes for a second before snorting.
“Dandy, you’d sell my soul for one corn chip.”
It was silent for a second, and then they burst out laughing. Wiping tears from his eyes as he finally got his breathing back under control, Dandelion submerged his brush in the water.
“Right,” he said, “this time I really am going to paint you. No more getting distracted!” Jaskier just rolled his eyes at him, as Dandelion dipped the tip of the brush into the pale blue paint. Where better to start than the part of the painting that had caused him the most distraction?