Colors

Brian

I’ve never really understood why the color blue is always associated with sadness. Why when someone is “feeling blue” it means they’re down. I’ve never felt that way, really. I mean, it’s not the yellow bird of happiness, now is it? No, it’s the blue bird of happiness. On a beautiful, cloudless day the sky is the most perfect shade of blue. The same with the crystal clear, blue waters of the Caribbean. Every time I think of blue, I think of good things. Why do you think the lights above my bed are blue? It’s why my bed linens are blue. I have five blue suits in varying shades. I love the color blue and I always have.

I’ve grown to love it even more since Justin came into my life. When I think about blue, I think about his eyes. The way they sparkle when he laughs. The light in them when he really smiles. The way on a sunny day they’re so light blue they’re almost white and on a cloudy day, they have a hint of gray in them. The way they darken to an almost navy blue when he’s really turned on.

I think about the way he looks when he wears blue. His eyes are brighter and his skin seems paler. Under the blue lights, on my dark sheets, he looks ethereal. It’s as if he’s glowing. He looks like an angel fallen straight from heaven and into my bed. When I think about blue, I think about the way Justin’s blue jeans hug his ass just right. I think about the way he sounds when he tells me I look sexy in blue, especially my blue silk robe. His voice is husky with desire. I think about the blue candles he insisted on putting in the bedroom to match the sheets.

When I think about blue, I think about love and happiness and creativity and everything else that Justin brings into my life. If you ever hear me say I’m feeling blue, you’ll know I’m actually in a very good mood.

Justin

Red is really an amazing color. It signifies love, passion, anger, heat and evil. Red is the color of the blood that keeps us alive. Red is in the beauty of a long stemmed rose in perfect mid bloom. Red can be seen everywhere you go. Red signifies stop. It means caution. It's the color you see when you close your eyes in a lighted room. That is, however, what red means to everyone else. Red means something completely different to me.

Red is the color of the highlights in Brian's hair. The flush of his skin when he's turned on. Red is the color that he looks best in. Whenever he's wearing a red shirt he looks absolutely gorgeous. I have a hard time resisting him. His full, kissable lips are the most beautiful shade of red I've ever seen. Sometimes I can't stop staring at his amazing mouth. I've found myself drawing it for hours and hours. The black and white charcoal drawings don’t do it justice.

Whenever Brian's angry his hazel eyes have the tiniest hint of red in them. Not a positive image to the color but it's something I've never noticed in anyone else. It's how I can tell when he's really angry or if he's just messing with my head and wanting me to think he is. He likes to mess with me like that sometimes. But I think the best is when I can actually make him blush. The red creeps from under the collar of his shirt up his cheeks. It never goes beyond his cheeks, but it's still adorable. He doesn't know that he blushes or if he does know, he won't admit it. And he certainly won't admit that I can make him blush. That would be admitting that I can get to him in a way that no one else can and Brian would never do that. I guess all that matters is that I know I can make him blush.

Since I met Brian, red has definitely become my favorite color.

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