Devon rounded the corner into the graffiti alley, his fingers brushing the bright turquoise streak in his hair. He\u2019d been itching all week to show Jamie the latest mural\u2014a riot of cobalt waves and sunflower-yellow shards that felt alive under the afternoon sun. Beefcake<\/a> Jamie trailed behind, one hand in his mint-green shorts pocket, the other swinging a half\u2013eaten ice cream cone, his maroon tee picking up flecks of blue paint from the walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They paused before the mural\u2019s biggest wave, where the cobalt seemed to surge right off the brick. Devon\u2019s breath caught. He\u2019d brought his little sketchbook, hoping to trace its lines and maybe\u2014if he was brave\u2014dare to sketch Jamie\u2019s profile as he looked on. Jamie leaned close, nodding approval. \u201cThis is insane,\u201d he said, his voice soft, eyes bright with wonder. \u201cYou have to capture this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\nGraffiti Hunks<\/h4>\n\n\n\n\t\t