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“Alright class, that’s all we have for today,”
Q almost didn’t hear the professor or his fellow classmates packing up, as he’s been focused on the seemingly finished canvas in front of him. He’s trying to decide if he put too much detail in the work.
He always felt like Peem’s work was more simplistic. Peem never failed to get his point across. Q knows that he receives a good portion of positive feedback on his work, but sometimes he feels like he doesn’t really deserve it at all. And he definitely doesn’t deserve the praise from Toey. Sometimes, he thinks Toey deserves a better mentor.
As Q picks up his pencil, squinting his eyes to see better, he feels a breeze of wind on his neck. He thinks it’s a bug and reaches to smack underneath his ear, when he hears a familiar giggle.
Q snaps around to face Toey, who’s already grinning ear to ear.
“Toey, did you just blow on my neck?” Q raises his eyebrow.
”P’Q, does that sound like something I’d do?” Toey sticks out his tongue, and pulls a chair next to Q and looks at his work. As Q watches Toey admire his work, he feels that Toey does in fact deserve better.
A sharp snap from Toey brings Q back to earth. Q can see the worried and confused look in his mentee’s eyes.
”What wrong?” Toey almost pouts, and Q rolls his eyes even though it feels like there’s a sad, sad stray puppy in front of him.
Q grabs his pencil and aggressively points at Toey with it.
“You’re awfully nosy, nong”
”Well, I can’t help but be nosy. You’re pretty interesting. Look at your art, it’s just—“ Toey stops as Q interjects.
”I know, I’m amazing” he smirks as Toey blushes, scratching his neck.
”I never said that” Toey huffs as he grabs his sketch from the same bag he brings everyday.
“P’ Q, does this look as great as yours?” Toey has a hopeful expression on his face.
Q scoffs, “I keep showing you how to shade so there’s no harsh lines, don’t you ever listen?”
Q knows he’s hard on Toey, but he can’t help it. He’s seen Toey’s work and while he needs some help with some basics, there’s no denying that Toey has talent. Q just wants to be a good mentor, and bring out Toey’s potential.
Q sees the look on the sad stray puppy’s face, and he softens a bit.
“I just dont understand why you seem so lost in your thoughts when I try to help you—“ Q looks up and notices that Toey is facing towards the ground now.
Q takes a deep breath and softly takes Toey’s chin in his hand, forcing his eyes to lock with Q’s. Toey opens his mouth, and whatever he was going to say he chooses against. Q squints at him, not ignoring toey’s blushing cheeks.
Toey looks down at Q’s lips, Q’s heart rate starts to skyrocket as he finally realizes why Toey’s been acting weird. He has suspected Toey’s feelings every now and again, and of course Q thinks Toey is adorable… he’d just never say that.
Toey is lost in thought, again. He can’t help but glance down at Q’s lips. He thinks about how he ended up lucky enough to have Q as his mentor.
Q smirks and breaks Toey out of his trance, “they’re really soft, in case you were wondering.”
What the hell does he even mean by that?
”Huh?” Toey makes a skeptical and confused face.
Q stands up, and leans down resting his face by Toey’s ear, he hesitates before whispering, “My lips are soft, dumbass” he slowly backs away, positioning his face in front of Toey’s.
Toey’s eyes look glazed over, and he’s almost sweating from how much he’s blushing. He can’t help but wonder if Q’s lips are as soft as he says.
Although, He’s had enough of the teasing, he thinks he could go insane if he doesn’t find out. Toey stands up too, without breaking eye contact.
So when Q smirks, Toey does something bold. He reaches out to grab Q’s shirt and pull him close and Q almost gasps.
Now it’s Toey’s turn to smirk, Q looks down at his lips. Toey doesn’t know where this courage came from, but it seems like Q likes it.
“So that’s how you wanna play?” Q softly pushes Toey against the wall placing his knee between Toey’s legs, with one hand against the wall.
Toey is so flustered. Q takes a closer look at Toey, squinting his eyes to see better, just like with his art. Toey looks like an art piece right now, or at least a damn good inspiration for one. His fluffed up styled hair drapes over his surprised wide eyes. He looks at Toey’s nose, and wonders how his button nose looks so fucking cute.
Q continues tracing Toey's face with his eyes, making a mental note of exactly how his hair lays so Q can draw him later. He pauses at Toey’s lips, and wonders whether acrylic paint or watercolor would capture the color better.
Q takes his left hand and runs his thumb over Toey’s lips, starting with the top.
“Can i kiss you?’ Q softly asks.
Toey nods, unable to form his own words. When Q leans in, Toey's eyes flutter shut.
As their lips meet, Q feels Toey’s breath hitch, and he smirks into the kiss.
Q knows he said his own lips were soft, but Toey’s were softer, warmer, and needier.
He sucks softly at his mentee's bottom lip.
Before they go too far in their art classroom, Q immediately breaks the kiss to smirk and cup Toey’s pretty face in his hand.
“I told you they were soft” Q whispers, pulling Toey in for a hug, ruffling his fluffy hair.