I Can Make Your Bed ROCK! ((Ori/Lev))

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"Yeah, right," Jiri snorted. "I'd just tell him now to get it over with. He'll be more mad if he finds out during and saw you hid it from him."

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Ori bit his lip. "You suck you know. You're supposed to sympathize with me on these things!"

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"I do sympathize but that doesn't mean I can't use commont sense," Jiri said with a snort.

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Ori sighed. "You suck, you know that?" he sighed. "But Arson's doing the theme song for Dad's new movie. He's already sort of pissed about that--having to actually go and meet the jerk-off for work and shoot the video in a couple of days. He'd kill me if he knew I actually talked to such a slimeball."

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"Don't you mean let said slime ball feel you up? Mr. Grind-ass-againt him," Jiri said, raising a sleek brow.

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Ori made a face at his brother. "Speaking off, I need to shower." Ori said, beginning to strip.

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Jiri mock gagged and headed for the door. "I'm headed to bed. Just wanted the gossip," he waggled his brows and headed to his room.

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Lev stared at the actor in front of him with a bored expression on his face. He hated doing movie trailers. Sure, they were good for rep and business because people would then associate that song for that movie. Another issue was that he had to deal with Drake Jukar. He'd met the man by accident years ago and had decided the guy was a douche from day one.

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Same for Drake, he hated the stuck up, nasty, bearer fucker in front of him and he would like nothing more than to NOT be here right now. But business was business so he sucked it up and got ready for the shoot, trying to contain the hostility he felt for the rockstar.

He had Ori come along to meet the set director, as the boy was interested in not acting, but filming, and Drake wanted him to meet someone with experience. But Ori seemed reluctant to come and was standing behind him silently. The thought that something was wrong with his boy troubled him as well, and upon his asking, Ori simply told him "Nothing, dad. Everything's fine."

Drake didn't believe a word of it.

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"We're just going to play," Lev told Croix, the ornery look on the rock stars face matching the managers. "Do whatever you want with Jukar." He said, heading over to the stage they had set up.

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Ori walked over to the set director, thankful for not having been noticed and introduced himself with a charming smile. Yep, he was Drakary Jukar's son alright.

The set director told Drake what he was supposed to do, and the male nodded. It was just a typical movie vid, nothing fancy, just Drake "kicking ass" and stepping out of fancy transport toting laser guns.

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The band starting up, Lev rocked that shit.

Call him an asshole all you wanted but even the media recognizd, Lev Arson knew how to rock.

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Ori watched the band, and his father, noting camera angles and directions the director called out, but his eyes kept straying back to Lev Arson. Mentally kicking himself, he ripped his gaze away and focused on what he was here to learn.

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Finishing the song, Lev and the band headed off the make-shift stage and towards their dressing room... That is until Lev spotted Ori. Knowing he was welcome didn't stop his feet from movies over in the man's direction. Leaning against the wall next to the man, he greeted him. "Couldn't stay away from me huh?" he grinned.

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Ori looked up at the man, before frowning and turning back to his conversation with the stage director. Ignore pests and they would eventually leave.

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Lev snorted and hooked his hand around Ori's wrist, turning him to face him. "Why you gonna be like that? Was I supposed to act like I didn't want you? You're fucking hot."