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Closed Set

Eddie sipped his coffee in the back of his limousine. He glanced at his watch and considered walking back up to the motel. Finally, the door on the second floor opened, and a blur raced out of the room, down the stairs, and straight to the car.

Waylon opened the door himself, not waiting for David. "Sorry sorry," he said as he plopped down onto the bench across the backseat. "I overslept."

"Understandable," said Eddie.

The soft hum of the limousine filled the cabin, and the car lurched. Waylon yawned loudly before slapping a hand over his mouth and blushing.

"Sorry..."

"No need to keep apologizing," said Eddie. "I trust you have fun last night."

Waylon turned and studied Eddie's face, before shrugging. "The guys had a lot of fun. Drinks and dancing. A few might have gone in the back, but you didn't hear it from me." Waylon smirked, and Eddie quirked an eyebrow. "Not me! Were you thinking me?"

"You seem awfully alert for someone who spent a late night at a brothel."

"I wasn't drinking," said Waylon, grinning. "I knew I had to be in top form. For, ya know, today."

Eddie hummed quietly. The conversation faded away, and neither man attempted to revive it. They pulled up into the parking lot of The Sultry Peach and David came around to open Waylon's door first.

"I guess I'll, uh, see you there then," said Waylon, giving a nervous smile before walking toward his designated trailer.

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"Action!"

Eddie slammed against the black velvet bench. He barely noticed. His eyes focused on Waylon.

Waylon's body glistened with oils and glitter, shimmering in the sparse lighting. Eddie felt lost, staring helplessly as Waylon danced against his lap.

It wasn't the first take. More like the twentieth. Dennis continued to change the angles, the lighting, the movement. But no matter how many times they filmed the scene, Eddie remained transfixed.

Waylon faced Eddie and put one leg up on the bench, his foot just outside of Eddie's thigh. He resumed dancing, grinding his groin directly at Eddie's eye level. Waylon wore his shiny costume, and Eddie was back in his jacket and unbuttoned shirt ensemble from the previous day.

During the first shoot, Waylon kept his crotch a respectable distance away, miming the actions enough that it resembled grinding from a certain camera angle. But Dennis was unsatisfied, demanding more takes with each adjustment bringing Waylon closer and closer.

"Y-ya know, you should be in porn," said Eddie, as Felix. "You're wasted here, stripping. You could be a star..."

Waylon rolled his eyes, never ceasing his gyrating hips, metallic briefs glinting in Eddie's eyes. "Lemme guess, if I blow you, you can get me work," he said, as Randall.

"Imma, uh, a-agent," said Eddie, licking his lips as he gazed up at Waylon. Eddie was acting. He wasn't really attracted to Waylon. Felix was attracted to Randall.

"CUT," said Dennis. "Okay, again, but with Eddie stuttering less. Felix convinces Randall that he can get him work. How can anyone believe that when he's stuttering and blushing?"

Eddie fought his discomfort. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Got it."

"Alright, take it again from Felix's line, 'you should be,' and Felix, you're trying to convince this guy that you're a capable manager, not talk him into a pity fuck."