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One thing that Brett could never get used to were the flashing lights. He thought after a while of filming videos, it would get better but it never did. His headaches kept getting worse that he would need naps after such long exposure to light.
“Are you okay?” Eddy asked after Brett’s individual shot.
Brett looked poised and professional in front of the camera but Eddy could see the subtle frowns and the way he would purse his lips when the flash would go off.
“I’m fine,” Brett said. It wasn’t something he couldn’t handle. He had been through worse, and at this point, a day wouldn’t be complete if he wasn’t feeling any sort of ailments in his body.
“It’s my fault. You barely got any sleep.”
“Glad you know.” Brett chuckled. “But seriously, I’m fine. You just take care of yourself. Look, your hair’s a mess now.”
Brett leaned towards Eddy to fix his unruly hair, standing on toes. Eddy swallowed the blockage in his throat. Brett was close to his face, too close in fact that his mind couldn’t help but to pollute his brain with lewd images of his boyfriend. It was a recurring problem with him lately. He adored everything Brett does, and all he could think about was Brett, sex, and sex with Brett.
Eddy grabbed Brett’s wrist.
“That’s enough, I think. The stylists would be mad if you mess with their artwork.”
Eddy’s solo photoshoot went well. He received a lot of compliments from the photographers for being photogenic and Brett was proud of his boyfriend. It went on but when it was time for the duo ones, Brett suddenly felt his head spinning and Eddy immediately rushed to his side.
“Brett!”
The staff halted their work when Eddy shouted. He managed to catch Brett before he fell and his head fell on Eddy’s shoulders.
“What happened?” Sophie immediately rushed, concerned.
“Someone get me a doctor, a nurse, anything!” Eddy said but then Brett stirred on his lap.
“I’m fine. It’s just a headache,” Brett said. “I probably need something to eat.”
“Let’s take a break, guys!” The director shouted but instead of dispersing, they rushed to Brett to see if they could help with anything.
“Let’s get you something to eat. I thought you ate this morning?”
“I was about to but I wasn’t hungry.”
“You should still eat. God, I swear I would call your mom if you do that again,” Eddy said.
Brett replenished his energy after eating. One of the staff brought him an apple and a milk and though it wasn’t a full meal, it was enough to make Brett energized again.
When the shoot continued, everything went well. They all did a pose with their instruments and they had an amazing time posing with other artists.
Brett and Eddy’s turn had finished which meant they will be standing by until the last photo with all of them in it.
Brett was playing with his phone when suddenly, a hand grabbed his thigh. He looked up, and there it was. The familiar cheeky grin plastered on Eddy’s face.
Brett felt an impending doom in his chest, making him shake his head before the other could even say a word.
But nonetheless, there it was.
“Wanna do it?”
Shit.