Page 6 of Sweet Thing

“Oh… No, just those two. Are you really a friend of Pieter Bayer?” Alex asked.

“Jah… We’ve been best friends for years. I model also.” Simeon explained, his gaze flicking up from the program to roam over the temptingly pert bottom of the young curator as he leaned over the keyboard.

“Do you have a boyfriend?’ Sim asked casually.

“I’m not… Eh… In a relationship at the moment,” Alex replied, blushing and stuttering.

Simeon’s insides fizzed with glee. Was Alex was still in the closet? Sim did enjoy the challenge of breaking a boy in! He smiled privately, knowing Alex Spielmann was his for the taking, whether the man knew it or not.

Alex printed the invoice and passed it to Simeon to read and sign. Sim glanced over the document as Alex set up the handheld credit card terminal for payment. Alex was still shaking as he pressed the number keys. He had never sold a painting before an opening, let alone one for two-hundred-thousand Euros. His mother and Emily would be astounded.

Alex passed the credit card device to Simeon, who inserted his card and entered the pin. The payment cleared without a hitch. Simeon knew he would have to call Papa and alert him that he had just purchased some Art, and nothing suspicious.

The machine whirred as the credit card receipt printed, and Alex breathed deeply with relief. He sat beside Simeon on the black leather sofa, reached for his espresso, and downed it in one gulp.

“Congratulations on your purchase Mr. Duc…”

“Sim”, Simeon reminded.

“’Sim”, Alex parroted. “Our Awakening is one of Emily’s seminal works. Are you aware her style has changed considerably since she began her relationship with Pieter Bayer? Her painting has become looser, more vibrantly expressive. She wrote a piece for the program”, Alex informed, “She attributed the change in style to being set free by love. This is why the exhibition is titled ‘UN:DONE’” Alex offered in an after-the-fact sales pitch. “I am sure many of her collectors will be very upset that this particular painting has sold. It is highly unusual that she permitted a nude of Pieter to go on sale. Emily usually keeps her portraits of Pieter for her own collection,” Alex explained informatively.

Simeon grinned with satisfaction. Now he had something of Pieter that no one else could ever possess. “Are there more of him… in her private collection?”

“Yes, I have seen many at her studio. She captures his beauty so well, don’t you think?”

Simeon’s chocolate brown gaze met Alex’s stare, and Sim’s pout hitched to a filthy smirk. “I’m so happy, I feel like celebrating!” Simeon announced suddenly. He stood tall and lithesome, then swiftly straddled Alex’s lap. Alex appeared taken aback, staring curiously at the dark doe eyes of the cute model. Sim took Alex’s hands and moved them to his own slender hips. He ground himself onto Alex’s lap and leaned in to kiss him.

“What are you… d… d… doing?’ Alex exclaimed, stuttering with shock.

“Come now Alex; you’re shaking with adrenaline. This is the biggest sale you’ve made, noh? You are happy, I’m happy… It looks like you want to celebrate as much as I do!” Sim relayed, grinding his ass against the filling erection trapped in Alex’s jeans.

Alex sent a sidelong glance up at the wall clock, and then his gaze returned to see Simeon’s moist pink tongue tracing wetness over pretty lips. He lurched sideways and dragged Sim down onto the sofa and into a fevered kiss.

“We have to be quick. Mutti will be here in twenty minutes”, Alex gasped as Simeon’s nimble fingers wrestled Alex’s penis from his tight jeans.

Simeon was going down on Alex before the younger man could catch his breath. Sim sucked hungrily for several minutes and nearly lost himself in giving head, but then Alex stiffened beneath him as they both faintly heard the gallery front door slam closed.

“Alex, wo bist du?“

Alex thrust frantically in hard flicks of his hips, and came hard, shooting at the back of Sim’s throat. Simeon swallowed; loving the taste of cum—it appeared he would do anything for even a hint of espresso these days! They both heard stiletto heels on polished concrete and then again a sing song female voice called:

“Alex, wo bist du?“

****

When Monika Spielmann entered the office, she saw her son on the sofa sitting beside a very pretty, dark-haired young man. He looked vaguely familiar. Both men appeared flushed and a little disheveled. She eyed them curiously.

“Mutti, I'd like you to meet Mr. Simeon Duchamp. Mr. Duchamp had just purchased ‘Our Awakening.'“

Monika shook her head and glared in confusion. The invoice and credit card receipt were on the coffee table; she reached and looked at the bill of sale. It was all correct; the sale had gone through.

Simeon stood to shake Monika’s hand, using the same hand that had been gripping her son‘s dick, moments before.

“A pleasure, Mr. Duchamp. It is highly irregular to make a sale before an exhibition opens, especially one of such high value,“ Monika relayed, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Pieter told me about the opening, I thought to pop in as I was passing, but when I saw that painting, I just had to have it,“ Simeon explained enthusiastically.

“I hope I can rely on you both to keep my purchase private. I don’t want anyone knowing I bought it, not even Pieter and Emily. Okay?“