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Unprofessional

Waylon's injury was barely noticeable the next morning as he limped down to the limousine. David opened the door, and Waylon dropped inside with a heavy sigh.

"Another day at the office," said Waylon, his grin obnoxiously big for being so early.

Eddie frowned. "You're still limping."

"Eh, it's nothing," said Waylon, chuckling. He scooted closer to Eddie on the bench seat. "You ready for today?"

"I'm always prepared when I walk on set," said Eddie, matter-of-fact.

"I know, but, today's when, ya know, the sex scene?"

"Yesterday's scene was rather provocative," said Eddie.

"Well, yeah, but, sorry, I guess I'm kind of excited-err, nervous," said Waylon, laughing at his slip up. "I thought about it, and this is going to be the first time I filmed a sex scene without no money shot."

Eddie grumbled, and shifted away from Waylon, leaning into the car door. "Scenes like this are expected, but it's no different than an action sequence, or an emotional scene. It's all work for me."

"So you don't enjoy it?" asked Waylon.

"If I did not enjoy acting, I would have quit long ago," said Eddie.

"You're exhausting," said Waylon, exhaling long and hard.

"Pardon?"

"Exhausting," he repeated, shaking his head. "You're avoiding the question." Eddie raised an eyebrow at Waylon. "Don't look at me like that, you know damn well what I'm asking, but you avoid the question."

"Because it's unprofessional," said Eddie. "The script dictates what we show, the director chooses how to portray, the editors cut it into a workable product, the producers throw a fit if they don't like it. It's our job to perform the parts to their liking."

"So you don't like getting hard? Don't like rubbing on attractive people? You aren't the same Eddie Gluskin who has fallen for almost every romantic lead you've ever encountered in your storied career?"

Eddie turned to look out the window.

"Because I'm a guy, it's weird, right?"

"I do not mind who another person chooses to take into their bed," said Eddie.

"Then what's the problem with admitting that you get excited with me grinding on you? That you got hard-that it felt good? I promise you, I won't be offended."

"Why would you be offended?"

The limousine had stopped outside The Sultry Peach, and David approached the door.

"Like I said, exhausting," said Waylon, chuckling. "For the record, I find the entire situation extremely arousing, and I can't wait to grind against your ass today, and sorry if that's unprofessional."

The door snapped open and Eddie exited quicker than usual.

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Eddie's wardrobe was identical to the day before. The crew had gone so far as to rumple the pants and jacket, leave the shirt ripped open, and withheld the belt. The scene was a continuation of the initial backroom scene.

There were even fewer people than the previous day, and security guards stationed outside to keep away any unapproved gawkers.

Eddie entered the back room and saw Dennis speaking to a man dressed in Felix's wardrobe, identical to his own. Eddie walked up to greet him.

"Vince," said Eddie, smiling. "Good to see you again."

"I know you missed this ass," said Vince, slapping his hand into Eddie's for a handshake.