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Oscar would rather be anywhere else right now.
Sat inches from his manager half hard in his jeans, Carlos in front of him wearing that stupid sideways grin. Like he knew, like he planned this. The L'OrΓ©al photoshoot was still on-screen β Carlos, all perfect hair, leather jacket, legs spread on the motorbike. A walking thirst trap.
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my first fic! trying something new ig? :)