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Scoop

"You can't do this, Randy," said Eddie, as Felix. The wardrobe that day was a purple suit jacket over black pants with a silky, unbuttoned shirt underneath. Eddie walked closer, grabbed both of Waylon's shoulders, and shook him. "You can't."

"I can, and I have to," said Waylon, as Randall. Instead of shying away, he pushed his chin out and squared off against Eddie, despite his towering height advantage. "Why are you suddenly so against this, huh?"

"It's impossible for you to meet all these demands," said Eddie. "You're pushing yourself past what you can handle. Isn't it too much? Aren't you tired?"

"No," said Waylon, practically shouting in Eddie's face. "I'm not tired. You're tired."

"Now you're just being immature," snapped Eddie. He gasped in surprise when Waylon pushed his hands away and leveled a heated, dark glare.

"Just because you're older, doesn't mean every decision I make is immature. I can decide for myself if the workload is too much. You have to stop treating me like this," said Waylon.

"Stop looking out for you? That's my job, I'm your agent..."

"No!" said Waylon, thumping a finger against Eddie's chest. "You represent me as my agent, but we're in this together. We're equal partners. I don't want to always be seen as a child in your eyes. I'm not looking for a goddamn father figure."

Waylon took a deep breath, reaching for Eddie's hand to lace their fingers together.

"I want you to see me as an adult," said Waylon. "I want you to speak to me like I'm an adult. I want you to..to want me, as an adult."

Waylon delivered his lines with tenderness and an alluring bite of his lip as he stared hard at Eddie's mouth.

"Cut, that was perfect, Eddie, don't change a thing, Waylon, one more time, that last time..."

Waylon sought Dennis' eyes over the cameras.

"Like, I want you to want me, as an adult," said Waylon, putting more emphasis on the last word.

"No, this time emphasis on the want, seduce this old man, sway him over to your side, the only way Randy knows how...alright, take three, action."

Seduce Eddie. As if there was anything else ever on Waylon's mind. As soon as the film slate slapped closed, Waylon took a moment to carefully wet his lips with his tongue. Eddie's eyes tracked the movement, and a soft sigh escaped.

That fleeting look of want, and that noise--that was just Eddie being Felix, Waylon reminded himself.

"I want you to see me as an adult," said Waylon, reaching up to cup Eddie's cheek, making sure to keep the view of the camera unobstructed. "I want you to speak to me like I'm an adult," Waylon punctuated the line with a kiss pressed to Eddie's chin, keeping their faces close, "And I want you to want me, as an adult..."

Waylon flicked the smallest lick against the cleft in Eddie's chin. The sharp inhale boiled his blood.

"You already know I want you more than anything in the world," said Eddie, voice ragged. Waylon grunted when Eddie pulled their bodies together, rougher than expected.

"Then work with me, instead of for me..." said Waylon.

The camera rolled as Waylon stared into Eddie's eyes. So blue. He had often wondered if they were enhanced for the movies or photoshopped in the magazines. In real life, they seemed even more otherworldly than they did in print.

Eddie nodded, only slightly, and the smile on his lips slowly spread to his blue, blue eyes. Waylon smiled back, much goofier than Randall ever would.