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We Turned Our Bodies Into Art

*Marks pov(the whole time) *

*insert sigh*

  It was one of those videos. The one that just popped up into my head and said "hey, this has more than two benefits, you know. "

Now, my idiocy is no lie, and neither is Ethans. Whenever something pops up and is affordable, we wouldn't really hesitate to do it.

   Today we're painting on each other........   N O t    m y    I d e a.

    It was his idea. He even agreed to buy the paint. The fact that he suggested it at all just proves that he doesn't see me the way I see him. I mean, I've known him for a long time, if that wasn't completely obvious.

But whenever we do anything that involves getting undressed, or just overall taking off an article of clothing, I get this HORRID feeling.

     It's not horrid because he doesn't look good or anything, it's the fact that he looks so good and I can't do anything to him. I just glance at him and my head quickly fills with thoughts that shouldn't be there. I mean, who has thoughts about their best friend like that? Not me, hah ah aha....ha.... Hah. 

  I should really stop thinking about him the way that I do. But hell, I can't help it! I mean, he's so oblivious when it comes to stuff like this, but I'm n O t. Clearly.

   I just hope I can get through this without dying.

    *Ethan's pov*

      I decided to go out and buy paint. I kinda wish mark would just do it, but he might get something like acrylics, or something that isn't really meant for skin. That nitwit.

Now, Mark probably wouldn't mind being painted on, but I kinda do. I mean, I'm sensitive in so many places, but the thing about Mark is that he isn't. How is what I like to ask myself, but I never really put thought into it.

Oh well, this won't be any different from any other video. Just two guys. Chilling in a bedroom. Painting nude cause they ain't gay.

Heh. I might tell him that later. I hope he gives me that one look...... <_< rEaLlY eThAn.

I have something planned though. I don't know if Mark thinks of me the way I think of him.

I didn't want to go as far as this, but I want him to know how I feel about him. I'm tired of being the little one that he always teases.

I saw his reaction when I suggested this, and we might've been thinking the same thing: well, that sounds sexual.

This time, I'll be the one who takes my shot.

*time skip brought to you by Toby Fox*

*Marks pov*

We both decided to come out and onto the camera on opposite sides. Neither of us avoided eye contact as we slowly took off our colored robes.

"Well now what?" Ethan said abruptly. "Are we gonna roll a 38 sided die to decide who goes first"

I slap myself on the face, I expected nothing, and I'm still disappointed. "You can paint me first. I wanna see how good you are at painting. I mean, nothing can top my art anyways. "

Nobody can beat my art. Especially not someone like Ethan. I mean, I'm the one that took art classes, not him.

We decided that I would be Poison Ivy, which was......... Different. But I had nothing to complain about.

He got down on his knees first. I watched him as he put a shade of green paint onto the paint holder. It took him a tick, but he picked out a brush, then put it in paint.