Relatively new Rockstar Eddie gets invited for a TV talkshow/interview thing and before he knows it, he gets forced by his manager Chrissy in front of a massive mirror to "have his makeup done". He complains loudly about not wanting to look like a clown, "this is stupid, Chrissy, I don't even wear makeup for my shows, I hate how it feels, they'll turn me into even a bigger freak than I already am-"
And then he gets rudely interrupted by a bitchy and bored voice. "Chrissy, can you shut him up? I can't gag him and do his makeup at the same time, there'd be lines in his foundation."
Eddie spins around to the sound of Chrissy's giggling to see most handsome (and hairy!) guy he's ever met. His hair is magnificent and he's wearing lipgloss. Shit.
By his satisfied smirk, he knows way too well that Eddie likes what he's seeing. Prick.
Eddie clears his throat and thinks, two can play this game. He knows he has charisma, he can be charming, and most of all, he likes a challenge. "I don't take well to orders, but flattery and/or bribery work on me", he bats his eyelashes at the hot guy. "Maybe start there?"
That earns him a condescending snort, which shouldn't be hot, except it is. Eddie is used to people being nervous or fake around him, but this guy isn't even going for moderate politeness. Eddie also finally manages to take a peek at his name tag when the guy reaches for his makeup brushes - Steve.
"How about threats?" Steve asks and starts going through his makeup kit. "Let me powder your face, or you'll glisten like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg in all those lights. You'll also blind our camerawoman who is a friend of mine, and then I'll have to listen to her moaning about the glare from your nose. I'll be forced to duel you for the honor of her insulted eyesight. In the end, we both die, stabbed through the heart for nothing. Or," he adds, loose powder and powder brush in his hand, "you can let me apply some very light and moisturizing make-up, powder your face, save our lives, and get a forehead kiss for your trouble afterwards. Your choice."
He winks at Eddie and licks his lips. Then re-applies the gloss and that's it, Eddie's lost the battle of wills.
Sighing, Eddie leans back in the chair and closes his eyes. "Add your number to the reward list and you've got yourself a deal, pretty boy."
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