Never Let Me Go's
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In a room with an area of 3x3.5 meters Taya stands. His hand held tightly to the white satin cloth that covered his plain body.

"Gue won't tell you to throw that cloth away." Jean made her voice. The man seemed to be focused on his painting. Glanced at Taya and smiled slanted.

"Lay down, why do you still look nervous?"

Taya gulped his saliva rough. His feet slowly walked to the center of the room until now he was in front of Jean. As often as they do, it still makes Taya nervous.

But now at least he is allowed to keep holding his satin cloth.

Taya was about to lay her body, her eyes were staring at Jean who for some reason when behind her canvas would look even more dazzling.

"Poses?"

"As far as you."

Taya's eyes blinked, this was the first time the man had let her pose alone. Usually Jean would do it, by sliding each curve of her body a little rough.

While behind the canvas Jean smiled looking at the confusion of Taya. His body he stood up, standing up to Taya who was almost lying down.

With a slow but definite step Jean walked, and crouched down while in front of the woman who was the object of the painting.

His hands outstretched lifting Taya's chin until now they look at each other. The smile on Jean's lips never faded. The glasses perched on his high nose made the impression of a noble painter who was very stunning.

"Gue believes in you."

The cup!

Taya's eyes trembled as her lips received a brief kiss from Jean. And that made Jean smile even more.

Seeing Taya's body's response to her touch really made her satisfied and happy. The response of the woman's body was really opium to him. Like drugs, Jean can't ignore every affection of his object.

"Prepare."

***

Taya stood up, her innocent body still clad in white satin. Hazel's eyes stared at every painting in the room.

Jeanno's masterpiece room was named Emerland's Room.

Taya's eyes were unceasingly staring at the piece. And some of his paintings are of him as a painted object. Exhaling her breath slowly, I could see her own image there.

Although at that time he did not wear anything, but Jean always directed a pose to him to cover his privacy area with a fitting angel.

Returning to exhale, Taya always thought until when she should bond with the man, until when he should become a painted object, and somehow, somehow, thinking about where Jean would throw it away made her heart ache.

His hands were clenched, and he should not have placed any hope in Jean. Although Jean has claimed that she belongs to the man, the view of the people over the word owned is different from his view.

Taya rubbed her face slowly, her sleepiness suddenly coming. His body jerked softly as he felt a hand coiling behind him.

"No need to go back, I've asked Beer to go home for Maran and take Maran to school" said Jean put his chin on Taya's shoulder.

You can feel the breath of Jean tickling his neck. The man's hand hugged her tightly, making Taya quite claustrophobic.

His eyes feel heavy. Oh, shit he's been asleep for about an hour. And what time is it?

"Jean," muttered Taya calling the man's name.

"Hem?"

"What time?"

"Lo sleepy?" Taya nodded weakly, indeed her eyes suddenly became very heavy.

The cup!

Taya's hand held tightly to the satin cloth that became the guardian of her innocent body, timidly going to be released.

Taya could hear Jean's unrighteousness, and Taya's eyes were almost closed at this time. And, Taya can feel Jean's hand that dropped until now is between her knees and waist.

"Good nigh"

"ah! Sorry, good morning!"

***

Light came in from the slit of his eyelids. Grazing, the hazel eyes slowly opened.

Taya turned to the side, looking at Jean who was still faithfully closing her eyes. The hand that hugged him tightly, he lifted up slowly.

Don't get weird, they don't have that intimate relationship. Taya's hand pulled slowly the blanket that covered her body.

His feet went down, so he could feel the coldness of the floor he was peeling. Taya quickly stepped into the closet to pick up Jean's shirt and pants. The closet, is one item that he can touch at will.

After she finished wearing her clothes, Taya again stepped closer to the bed and put the blanket she was wearing, on Jean's body.

His feet stepped up carrying his body out of the room. His eyes glanced at the wall clock that was on the television, the hour hand showing at nine in the morning.

Taya exhaled her rough breath. Again, he skipped school.

His eyes roamed through every room, nothing different. After a month of not setting foot in Jean's apartment, it was now her first time to set foot again.

One month ago Jean was engrossed in her new hobby, photographing women at the club, for whatever reason. He even heard that the man had come into the room of people who were having sex just to take pictures. But until now, he had never seen the results of his shots.

Jean with his madness really makes Taya sometimes amazed. However, until recently the man had never had a very intimate relationship beyond hugs and kisses.

Taya was telling the truth, not just her eyesight when the man was with her. The friends of the man had said it, at first he did not believe it. However, when he saw for himself how Jean kept his distance from the women at the club he had little confidence in him.

However, it does not change Taya's assessment of Jean. The man remains a jerk with his strange madness.

Taya exhaled, her foot stepping towards the pantry table took out a soda can there.

He dropped his head on the table. Staring at the soda can in front of him. If you think about it, his life is quite sad, but it can make some people envious as well. Who wouldn't want to be close to Jean?

A Jeanno Anggo Brivtarico. A handsome man with a father who dabbles in the world of entertainment and his mother is a famous designer. And the school that is right now is the school with the Brivtarico family as the biggest donor.

Despite the wealth of the Brivtarico family. Jean is also one of the children who excel in school. Some of what Taya knows, although the male obsession with art is a little horrified, but at school the boy looks ordinary.

Being here doesn't mean that it's not popular. However, the way he treated the people around him was really nothing special, looking the same as a schoolmate.

It is also not like men spread charm that behavior always makes people headache.

At school the man only studied, to the cafeteria when the bell rang, and went home when the bell rang. No delinquency, the man really took care of his image in school. Unless it's outside of school.

Jean, it looks so different.

"Let's get some food."

Taya raised her head, looking back. He saw Jean ready with a navy hoodie and gray under-knee pants.

Jean clucked as she looked at Taya who was still speechless.

"Gue laper, splinter!"