Chapter 2: W1:2: Run late.
∆~ Brief explicit content maybe not brief but I've warned you!~∆
'DING! DONG! OPEN, THE DOOR!'
As if on cue, Ryan's bell rang and yes, that's what it said.
Still clad in towels and topless, Ryan hesitated for a second before going to open the door.
Wu Tang:(///0__0///).
Wu Tang felt as if the suns radiant rays made the body of the man before him glow gloriously. It wasn't his first time -and definitely not the last- time he was seeing Ryan's body but each and every time was a novel experience.
His toned skin shone as water that rooted from his still damp hair glidded down to his mermaid line.
He's just bathed. Wu Tang thought in a daze.
"Are you guys to keep staring or will you get inside?" An amused voice was heard above him.
Yes, apparently, this man was taller that him by half a foot. No, it did not make him furious that he was shorter than his younger star. Maybe.
Still, he plodded into the house with furious stomps. "Your still not ready?! We should be there before three p.m.! Would you also put some clothes on?! Your body is distracting me!"
He plopped his but down on the comfiest- looking seat in the house.
Ryan just stared at him with a blank and pointed gaze.
"What? I'm I too handsome for you to handle?" Wu mocked.
"On that point...." Ryan trailed off as he stalked toward Wu like a predator to a prey. Coming to a halt with his stomach in front of Wu Tang's face.
"Why don't we run late, hmm?" His voice took a dark tone as his pupils narrowed to slits.
Wu Tang gulped realizing what Ryan ment. His eyes skimmed over Ryans body and he gulped again. He could smell the musk wafting off from Ryan.
The towel was loose to begin with and with Ryan's growing length, it was almost falling off.
Ryan's gaze was hot and smothering pressing Wu to answer quickly.
"I- I guess...I guess we could...run late?" He ended in a questioning tone because this wasn't just any project, it was Director Aaron's...
Director Aaron!
The fog in his mind started clearing out and he stuttered out " N-No! We can't r-run late! It's Director Aaron's project!"
Almost immediately, Ryan's gaze darkened even further. "You're hurrying me just for that old man..?"
Wu Tang felt a chill down his back. He felt as if his fate would be determined by his one answer.
Gulp.
"Y-yes?..." Apparently Wu's mind was still fogged.
His mind registered pain as the taller man grabbed his face fiercely.
"Oh really.."
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" Why aren't they here yet? Did Ryan back out? What should l do if he has?" Director Aaron muttered to himself as he paced outside the meeting place.
All the other stars had arrived and they were waiting for Ryan to start discussing the project.
'VROOOMM!'
The rumbling of an engine resounded as a black Maserati stopped near the set.
A man in a black three piece suit stepped out from the passenger door. The suit on him seemed to be tailored for his body to a T, hugging the right places.
The driver's door opened slowly and out came a man in leisure clothing. A simple white shirt and black sweatpants. Even though simple, Director Aaron was sure it would have cost him months of his salary. Mind you, he had a very high paying job.
Director Aaron secretly sighed. To be rich like Ryan was a dream to hope for.
It was Wu Tang and Ryan respectively.
Wu Tang, though, walked with a slight limp and his expression seemed to shift each time he took a step. He really wanted to glare at the man walking beside him, but couldn't dare to.
He had just been taught a lesson for rushing him- even if he was two years older than this twenty - seven year old man.
It hurt like hell but felt good at the same time as he tried to walk normally. Blush coated his cheeks - both(1)- and he refused to look at Ryan.
He was used to it happening but what made him mortified was going to a meeting- kind of?- full of men who would immediately realize what had happened as soon as he made a mishap.
"Ehem... We apologize for dropping in late Director Aaron. A slight problem needed to be resolved." Spoke Wu Tang in a hoarse voice after he cleared his throat which still felt sore.
Damn! Could this man not have gone that far?! -Though he seemed to recall that he was the one who begged for it. Ughhhg, still! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻
"No problem! No problem! You still came after all, that's more important." Director Aaron immediately replied anxiously. Sigh, a big shot like Ryan really made his old heart palpitate in delight, so he would forgive them this time.
"Let's go in."
"Of course!"
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Grey Rodgers is one of the most prominent and youngest general of the national military. He is undoubtedly a very sought out young man as his family background doesn't lose out to his career.
As the only son of the Rodgers, he would inherit his father's company, 'Whiteson'.
A company known worldwide for it's advanced technology. Whiteson was one of the main providers of technical devices worldwide, ranking third and fourth to none. It's revenue was a few billion dollars and anyone would die to be Grey.
But to avoid inheriting the CEO position too fast from his father's company, he ran to the military after graduation and had been there for the past four years.
He was now twenty five and had already made a name for himself. He didn't understand why he came to this show.
Oh right, his boss had said he was working too hard and needed a break. What better break was there than to sign up his best soldier to a Vacation show made by an old friend?
Grey sighed and checked his gold watch again. He was not used to not doing something - literally.
His hazel eyes met with dark ones as he looked up and froze in his seat.
A small smirk made its way on Ryan's face.
Grey turned red and pale at the same time.
W-what was HE doing here!?
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