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It was Saturday, so there wasn't really anyone on campus and Ry didn't really want to be there anyway. That meant when the prints of Mitry were finished Ry gave him a call to come over. He was still irritated with the other even though he'd not really seen on interacted with him in two weeks. He was down stairs in the basement of his parents home, but it was totally his kingdom. A photography haven complete with his own personal darkroom and small studio area in the back corner. He sat at the computer working on editing a photo, nothing out of the usual.

When Mitry arrived he'd been sent downstairs by whichever of Ry's parents answered the door. It wasn't uncommon for someone to drop by for prints or a photoshoot. He however preferred to use the school's studio or do any outdoor shoot. He stood and grabbed a binder, that held many prints, mostly from the current month, a quarter of which were pictures of Mitry and waited on the loveseat back in the studio portion of the basement.

Dmitry made sure he was just as polite and charming to Ryan's parents, heading downstairs with a grumble. He had successfully avoided the man for two weeks and disliked the fact that he had to see him again so soon. He ran a hand through his hair before softly yelling: "Ryan, here for the prints? It's Dmitry..." He grumbled, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room

Ryan was sitting on the couch and sighed and rolled his eyes at Dmitry's declaration when he arrived. Ryan almost spotted, who else would it be, but refrained. Instead shuffled moving over on the loveseat to make sure Mitry had space to sit down. "I'm around the corner, walk around past the darkroom."

He waited for Mitry to walk around before he motioned to the empty spot beside him and put on a professional face. "I just want to go over them with you. I need to use someone of them for my graduation and of course I need to know which prints you'd like to keep. I also have the images on a disc for you to do with what you will. Sit please."

He opened the book moving closer, out of necessity more than anything and flipped to Mitry's images. The first one was a Mitry doing the sprinkler move and Ry just shook his head, letting Mitry get a chance to look before moving forward. The next few were more silly dancing until they came to one of Mitry caught mid air guitar. "I'd like to use this one for my portfolio. It's one of the best prints and I really like it. It's got really great movement he said pointing out the loose strands of hair, movement in his clothing and the lighting was dynamic. The picture looked really good, and made Ryan feel really proud and ready for graduation. He was certain his portfolio would get him his dream job! Ryan was smiling as he pulled the print out before looking at Mitry to make sure it was okay to put it in his portfolio. He was being really professional, but it was obvious he loved photography, that it was his passion.

At the sound of Ryans voice Dmitry winced slightly and sat down on the couch, giving the elder man as much space as possible. When he brought out the photo album, sitting closer, he leaned over, trying to get a good look at the pictures really. That awkward confession two weeks ago was just that, awkward and highly rushed. Instead of even bringing it up, Dmitry grinned and pretended it didn't happen. "Mind if I keep all of them?" He looked to the one where he was doing air guitar and he laughed. "Sure, use it. I'm sure the ladies will love it anyhow. I would like to use the martial arts one for my teacher if that's fine?" He gave the other a side glance, debating on what action he should take. He usually flirted but that seemed awkward. So instead of hitting on him, he wisely moved away, running his hand through his hair. A nervous tick he guessed. "Look, about last time...." Great. He said he wouldn't bring it up and he was doing just that.

Ry looked at Mitry when he asked if he could keep them all and just arched an eyebrow. "Someone's greedy," he said with a smirk, but a moment later he said, "we'll see. I'll give them all to you, maybe. Let's see if you can behave for more than 10 minutes."

Ryan highly doubted this, but then again, he'd already been here for a few minutes and didn't say anything that would make Ry and punch him. As odd as it was to be use to that sort of thing, Ryan was and generally, not always he just rolled his eyes. "I'm sure the ladies will love it too, one of the only dancing ones where you don't look ridiculous." He laughed lightly. "You can definitely use some of of the martial arts one for your teacher. There are a few, with flips and kicks that I want to put in my portfolio."

He flipped further to show him the martial once them Mitry started to he guessed explain about last time, but Ry but a hand up to shush him. "Don't Mitry ... we’re good, just leave it. I thought you were playing around and your not. Got you loud and clear. We're cool Mitry."

He pointed looked back to the book and pointed out one of the ones he caught Mitry mid flip, so he almost parallel to the ground. "This one," he exclaimed. "I don't have anything like this, never been able to get anything like this. It's amazing ... oh I did call your teacher by the way."

"Not greedy, just know that I'm pretty damned photogenic is all." Geezus he was gorgeous. As for behaving, he was doing that wasn't he? "I'm not touching you...Doesn't that count?" Be leaned back, settling in the corner of the love seat, leg crossed over his other one. Yes, this was him being an obedient little beast. For now.

He looked at the martial arts ones, his eyebrows raised in approval. The way Ryan captured him in the pictures made him look like a professional for a sports magazine. "Those would look good in black and white." He pointed out, leaning back in again to study the picture.

When Ryan put his hand up, he was tempted to bite it, teasingly of course but still. He sat back, an amused look in his eyes. "Sure sure.~" He nodded at picture of him in mid flip, agreeing. That one was amazing. "You did a good job with that one. I'm surprised it turned out so good."

Ryan look at Mitry and gave an eyeroll and laughed a bit, "yes I can admit you are definitely photogenic. It probably the hair. Got nothing to do at all with my skill ... nothing at all." He feigned insult for moment before Mitry suggested the image would look good in black in white. He admitted it probably would look really good in black and white. He decided to add a grey filter to it later.

Ryan grinned at the compliment but frowned at Mitry saying it he was surprised it turned out so good. "Of course. I'm really good at what I do I've been doing it for a really long time."

He looked to his camera sitting in the corner, it was one that took film. He had some black and white film, which would be whole better than a grey filter. He stood up and walked across the room opening a box that had clothing in it, costumes to be exact and rummaged through it, before he found what he was looking for.

He walked back over to Mitry and handed it to him. "Put this on. Should fit. I can shoot some more in black and white right now. It's better than a grey filter and I can play with solarization in the darkroom."

It was a karate gi bottoms and a blue belt, something he collected in his shopping for props over the years.

Dmitry snorted. Of course it had to tbe the hair. Couldn’t be his startling blue eyes or his milky white skin...Well he might’ve been exaggerating the last bit but. "Never said it didn't have nothing to do with your skills. You're a pretty good photographer. If you had a couple of cards, I'd advertise you to some buddies. Practice and all you know~"_ _ He was surprised it turned out so good because his flip skills usually ended with a sprained ankle or two. Thai kick boxing was something he could do well, but incorporating it into tricking wasn’t. He's been getting better with practice, but not by much. Dmitry watched Ryan rummage through the box, and he may or may not have been staring at his backside, but he wasn’t looking so it wasn't cheating. _ _ He was still being a good troll._ _ Dmitry almost snickered and took the gi bottoms and belt. He did not use this in class, but he could make it work. He started to take off his clothes so he could get dressed, not at all shy about being half nude in front of someone. They were adults, and he was sure Ryan didn't care one way or another. He's probably seen worse things than Mitry in his boxers. Not like he was fat or anything anyway. _ _ After he was dressed, he waited patiently. "Where do you want me?" He held back a chuckle. That could either sound dirty or it could not. Of course he choose the dirty route, unable to help his train of thought.

Ryan had to admit he was enjoying the ego stroking, "I do have a few cards, but mostly I just grab people I find interesting and shoot them, or people will ask me if they've seen my room. I don't often advertise, not in an on purpose way."

While Mitry changed he set up the lighting and a white backdrop. He paid the other no attention, in professional mode. He didn't really have a playful mode where photography was concerned, not until he was behind the camera or until he needed to get someone to relax.

He turned when Mitry asked where he wanted him and frowned before going over to a box that sat next to a chair next to a mirror on the wall. He pulled a hair tie out and walked over to Mitry and went about putting it up in a bun somewhat one top of his head. It was messy, but Ryan didn't want it perfect because it coming loose would be good for the shots.

"Okay, just come over here and try to stay in front of the backdrop. There is a bit of space to move around, but not as much as the studio so be careful."

He grabbed his camera and popped in some black and white film. "Alright just do what you were doing before."

Huh, for some one who was really good at this, you'd think he'd be advertising his skills all over the place...Dmitry stiffened a bit when Ryan came towards him, ready for some punch or something for doing something he didn't know he did. Instead, he suppressed a shiver when the other placed his hair in a messy bun. Not that he liked to admit it out loud but anyone touching his hair was just…

The reaction they would receive would be a good one depending on how they perceived it. When Ryan left however, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, releasing the lip he apparently was biting on to keep from making a sound that would make the situation awkward, shaking his head to get back into the game. Professional, yes. Not sexed up...._ _ Never that. He just hopped the poor man didn't touch his hair again..._ _ Dmitry took a deep breath and started to move once more, quickly falling into that zone he was in at the studio with ease, having fun finally. He did a couple of basic moves before going into the more advanced stuff, adding some twists and turns to go with the kick flips he did, amazing himself for not falling so far.

Ry didn't really notice how uncomfortable Mitry was, he just wanted to make sure he got the shot he wanted. He probably should have paid more attention, but he was in the zone and ready to proceed with the photoshoot. When Mitry moved and started doing his thing Ryan shot away trying to catch good angles, fiddling with the lighting every so often. When he got close to the end of the film roll he called a halt.

"Hold on for a second," he said not wanting to get kicked out punch. He walked up to Mitry again and this time he removed the bun and put his hands in the other hair and shaking it out a bit. "Could you do a couple more flips with you hair out. If I can catch a good angle I'm sure I'll get a really dynamic shot."

He grinned, "thanks for this by the way. I really appreciate the chance to pad my portfolio further with these. I'll make sure to get you extra copies for your teacher."

Dmitry paused mid kick, blinking and settling back into a more relaxed pose. He saw Ryand come up to him and he began to get a little nervous. The moment his hands touched his hair bun his fists clenched to the point of shaking. The poor man didn't know just what he was doing! And then came the shaking of his hair, which set him off. Right after Ryan thanked him too. He grabbed his hand by the wrist, his control hanging on by a thread. "Dont...." His voice sounded a bit strained "Dont touch my hair. Need me to change it, I'LL do it . Just please don't touch it any more." His words sounded a bit whiny but also laced with something else if one paid enough attention. With that, he let His wrist go, trying to call down before he went back to his kickboxing.

Ryan hadn't meant to make Mitry uncomfortable, but now Mitry had struck a cord of curiosity in him and he was very intrigued by the now reverse situation of two weeks prior only now Ryan was doing the touching. "Sorry I'm use to make adjustments mid shoot," while his hand reached for a strand of the hair, taking it and holding it in his hand. "Why don't you want me to touch it. I know my reasons for being testy, but you never seemed like you mind. Like at all."

He held grinned and fluffed the others hair arched an eyebrow. "What wrong Mitry? Hmmmm."

He laughed and started to turn away, "alright. I won't do it anymore promise."

Dmitry thought he could handle it, really he did. But when Ryan fluffed his hair, the man hissed and grabbed him from behind, twisting him around and trapping him. Dmitrys normally light blue eyes turned nearly a dark blue while his face was a mere centimetres from Ryan's. "Don't. Lest you want to find yourself in another situation where I do more than just kiss you. Understood? Get why I don't like other people touching my hair now?" He all but growled the last bit out. Don't tease the beast.

Ryan was yanked bodily around and his face turned dark, fully ready to smack Mitry, seriously he was only play. Mitry trapped him however and it was his expression more than anything that made his refrain from hitting the other. He really needed to work on that anyway.

Being this close to Mitry was making him antsy, at the same he didn't want to back down and seem like he was a punk. He growled lowly, irritated for the situation not really sure how to respond. Honestly he had know Mitry was probably turned on by it, but he always forgot how impulsive Mitry was.

Either way really the only thing Ryan could think to do to get back at him was glare and give his hair a tug, and grin defiantly. To say Mitry's threats didn't scare him, though he didn't think Mitry was bluffing and he hoped he didn't just ruin there friendship. Even if having friends sucked, it was really nice too.

He was expecting to get hit, that he could handle. What he didn't expect was for Ryan to tug on his hair. Was that a challenge? Ooooh you dun ******** up now Ry...Dmitry growled darkly, "Let it be known that I WARNED you..." With that, he swooped in and captured the man's lips with his own, nipping at his bottom lip while his hands drifted downward to grab and squeeze his a** with a grunt. It was as soft as it looked. And he knew he was gonna get beat for this but he was past caring.

Ryan found Mitry's lips on his in the next moment and his hands groping Ryan's butt. He let out something of an undignified squeak because being manhandled so to speak wasn't something he'd experience in this manner before. He was half tempted to push Mitry away, but the other half said he'd asked for this hadn't he. His hands went up into Mirty's hair running through it, kissing him and for now allowing himself to be fondled.. He'd stop Mitry when he had enough, but right now everything in him said more.

In the back of his mind, he resolved to change, he really needed to maybe evaluate how private was to private. However, that though was buried for now, as he attempted to back them towards the loveseat against the wall. This photoshoot session was a good as over. Ending it with a makeout session almost made him laugh. Who would have though working on one portfolio diligently would get you into these kinds of situations.