Simple wasn’t the word Flynn would use. No one with the kind of power Milo put out could be considered simple. Radiant probably thought his protégé’s youth made him an easy creature to handle. More the fool Trip. But then Trip was a fool and an easy one to manipulate.<br/><br/><strong>“Well let’s talk about you for a moment. Is it anything I can help with? That asshat boss of your’s giving you shit?”</strong><br/><br/>Flynn’s third mission in life after building his ships and making Flyn-Tech unstoppable was, of course, crushing Wellfleet and making life as miserable for Trip as he possibly could. From government contracts to swiping Wellfleet’s interns, as long as it didn’t harm himself whatever harm could be done to Wellfleet Flynn did.<br/><br/>Flynn leaned back against the couch knees apart and arms on the back of the couch. He continued to peruse Milo, noticing how he flushed and preened a bit under the attention. Flynn let his gaze rest on the curve of Milo's cheek, the plush mouth and dark sooty eyelashes and wondered about the body underneath all those prepster clothes. He leaned forward and tapped the back of the couch, fingers itching to touch the dark curls laying on the back of Milo’s neck.<br/><br/><strong>“The offer still stands, you know. Say yes and you could be working for me.”</strong><br/>