Manage This. (Rys/Croix)

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Croix continued talking to the director, looking up only when he felt Drake looming., "MUST you loom like that--" he was about to say, until he caught sight of Rys. What the hell? !

[ode]

Rys grinned and cocked his hip to the side, preening under the man's view.

[praiseofblood]

Croix cleared his throat and looked away from the male, shaking his head as he went back to work. The director, however, was having a harder time of it as he stared at Rys.

Drake noticed the man's distraction and followed his line of vision to--"RYS! WHAT the FUCK are you wearing?!" he blinked.

[ode]

Rys rolled his eyes and sighed. "I told you - FASHION. Don't smother my idealistic fashion, Drake." With that he turned around and shook his ass - a considerable amount of which was covered only by black lace - with vigor as he walked over to Drake's chair.

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Drake growled something about ridiculously slutty dressing, headstrong teenage, hormonal brothers before going on set to begin work. Croix headed to his chair to watch. He liked to be here for the first day of filming, just to see how Drake got on with all of his co-workers and such.

[ode]

Rys was single-minded and determined if nothing else. waiting for Drake to get out of the way and get to work, he moved over to lean his ass against the thin armrest of the man's chair.

[praiseofblood]

Croix looked up from his writings as black lace entered his vision. "May I help you?" he asked the boy, looking only at his face.

[ode]

Rys sighed and pursed his lips before moving to stand in front of the chair, his hands braced on the arm rests. "Stop playing itoff like you don't want me. I know you want me."

[praiseofblood]

Croix looked decidedly uncomfortable. He was only 27 after all, and having a cute, scantily clad bearer pressed against him didn't help matters at all.

He steadfastly looked away from the boy. " The only thing I want." he ground out. "Is for you to return back to your seat."

[ode]

Rys leaned in and, eyes never leaving the man's, flicked his tongue over the man's bottom lip. "You don't really want that at all."

[praiseofblood]

Croix gasped, looking at the male. He panicked and pushed Rys away from him, not hard enough to hurt him, and stood. He quickly made a beeline for the exit. Fucking crazy kid!

[ode]

Rys followed after him and quickly blocked the exit. "WHy are you running? You KNOW what we can have," he pouted as he leaned back against the door.

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"I KNOW I can end up dead or in jail after you, now move, child." He sighed in exasperation.

[ode]

Rys stomped his foot. "I will be 18 in TWO DAYs and you KNOW you cannot resist me forever. You're my brothers manager and I intend on being there ever single time you have to deal with him. So get used to me and have me or get used to me and want me."

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Rys looked at the male. "Well happy birthday kid, excuse me." he said, stepping around the male and out the door.