- - DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT ,

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

it tickles in my tummy
he's so yummy yummy,
hey, you should get a best friend too

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peyton was sitting happily in his apartment when he was called and asked to do a photo shoot in london. it was for some euro magazine and the company had said they 'were really fond of peytons previous work'. he was a bit weary at first, what with traveling to a different continent when there was a possibility he could get a better paying job in the city if he just waited for a few days. but once he found out august sedgwick was going to be part of it, he happily agreed. august was.. well, he was august. peyton had worked with him before and enjoyed it. of course, his enjoyment could have been the fact that he was able to watch august all day and not look like a creep. he had to admit, august was one of the better looking males models he had worked with. usually, they were all muscles, looking like they lived at the gym. and that wasn't the look that attracted peyton. most of the time. he preferred the more feminine looking boys, like august. so after a day of packing, peyton was on a plane to london.

it was a long flight, but in the end, it was worth it. peyton would get to spend a whole day photographing one of the worlds cutest boys, looking all rugged and mysterious, thanks to the theme set by the clothing company. it was a wonder how he had even made it through the first half of the day, what with august sending smoldering glaces his way. it was too bad it wasn't a shoot for say, fruit of the loom underwear. or maybe that was a good thing, seeing as peyton could barely contain his excitement when the boy was fully clothed.

the crew called for a lunch break, much to peytons disappointment. but he knew if they didn't get their lunch, coffee, cigarette, whatever, they would all be cranky bastards for the rest of the day. he kept his eye on august, watching as the fashion crew went to work getting him out of the clothes for the shoot. god forbid he get anything on the sample clothing. after about a minute of watching, peyton made his way over to the food table. he didn't want to get caught staring and be thought of as some kind of stalker.

picking up a plate, peyton pursed his lips and surveyed the line of food. it was the same old, same old; the same food that was provided at every other shoot. small finger foods, fruit trays, vegetable trays and the essentials for making something into a sandwich; different types of buns, bread and croissants. picking a bit of everything, peyton managed to find a table to sit at while he ate. as he took his first bite, he looked up to find august. but he must have taken off as soon as his clothes were switched because peyton couldn't see him anywhere.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
WORDS:
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK !
MUSE: FLEETING TRUST , PARANOID FREAK THE TREWS
OTHER:

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[AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK]

he looked just like you'd want him to,
some kind of slick chrome american prince.


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As soon as the flash bulb had gone off and August's vision cleared, the tiny white lights he had come to know oh so well fading away, a small group of assistants to the head stylist hurried over and instantly began unbuttoning, unzipping, and slipping of his clothing. Off came the dark blue and white plaid button up shirt, off came the faded and ripped designer blue jeans, and off came the black leather boots he had been wearing. August stood there in only his underwear, his slim and pale frame on display for all in the room. August was of course used to being nearly, if not entirely, naked in front of large groups of people. To be a professional model one needed to be comfortable with bearing it all, body and soul, in order to get that certain look, certain feeling desired in the photo. Being a model was not unlike being a silent film actor. You were expected to come to work, shut up, and look pretty.

As soon as the assistants gathered up the clothing and scurried off to hang them on their designated racks, on the specific color coded plastic hanger, August walked over to the changing area (which was just a white sheet taped to the ceiling) and grabbed a pair of gray sweat pants. There was no use in putting on any other clothes; as soon as lunch ended they would be shoving him into something else. As soon as the pants were on and he straightened up, August surveyed the room, looking for the photographer, Peyton Morgon. Peyton was an interesting man; August had met him on a previous photo shoot for some indie fashion magazine. At first August had been surprised to see him with the camera in his hands, clicking away at the other models. When he had first laid eyes on Peyton, he had thought ‘must be the photographer’s assistant. He is kinda cute.’ But no, Peyton was just blossoming in the fashion and photography industry, and he had even shot an editorial for Vogue. Needless to say, August was a bit impressed, and a little turned on. It was then that his eyes fell on Peyton, alone at a table near the lunch table.

August smiled and casually walked over to the lunch table, a crew member stopping him for a moment to show him the Polaroids of the shoot so far. August nodded his approval and politely excused himself, explaining to the freckled girl that he was absolutely starving. She nodded and walked away, a slight blush on her face. He finally reached the lunch table and surveyed the selection. Same old, same old. There was never really anything exciting to behold at these types of shoots, just the usual suspects. August grabbed a plate and put a few grapes on it, a few finger sandwiches, a spoonful of cherry Jello, and finally grabbed a bottle of Evian water from an iced cooler. With his plate of food and his water in hand he strode over to Peyton’s table. Peyton was looking the opposite way, towards the place August had been being undressed minutes ago. With a friendly smile August spoke, “Hey man, is this seat taken?”

August then slid onto the chair without an answer, popping a grape into his mouth and looked back at Peyton.

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

it tickles in my tummy
he's so yummy yummy,
hey, you should get a best friend too

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photography had always been something peyton was interested in. ever since he was big enough to hold a camera, he was taking pictures, as bad as they may have been. he was always the one in his family who was taking the family pictures on vacations or at gatherings, even though it was his dad who was the professional. but his dad was more than happy to let his son take his job. he was actually kind of excited that they shared the interest. every year, peytons dad would buy him a new camera, upgrading from the previous model. and with those cameras, peyton would gather his friends and have his own little mock photo shoots, like he had seen his dad do so many times.

still looking around, peyton popped an extremely large blueberry in his mouth. he then smushed it against the back of his teeth, letting the juice and blueberry guts seep through any open spaces getting it pretty much everywhere. sounds gross, but it was something he had done since he was little. when he had his first few teeth and wasn't very good at chewing, he would crush all his food with his tongue and the habit had sort of stuck with him. just as he felt the blueberry going through his teeth he heard a voice. immediately he regretted putting the fruit in his mouth when he looked up and saw who it was. quickly, he ran his tongue along his teeth, hoping to get rid of anything that was there. "no, go ahead," he told august, his eyebrows going up as he glanced at the chair beside him. he politely moved his plate more in front of him and readjusted his position. his feet had been stretched out in front of him but now that someone was joining him, he tucked them behind the legs of the chair.

putting another blueberry in his mouth, this time remembering not to squish it, peyton looked around. he had no idea what to talk about. for one thing, he didn't want to say something and sound stupid, and two, he didn't know what types of things august would want to talk about. would he want to talk about the photo shoot, even though they were on break? or was he more the type that talked about work non stop? the two had never really had a real conversation before, it was always just a quick two sentence exchange. swallowing the grape, peyton decided to just go for it. "so, uhh," he cleared his throat, his eye brows furrowed. "how are you.. ?" sure, it wasn't anything original, but at least it got a conversation going.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK !
MUSE: - - -
OTHER:

[AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK]

he looked just like you'd want him to,
some kind of slick chrome american prince.


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August smiled and plopped his plate down on the hard plastic table, then set his water down above it. He pulled out the chair, the feet of which scarped against the concrete floor of the old knitting factory they were doing the shoot in. The room was absolutely massive, probably so to house the many tables, sewing machines, and migrant workers who had once spent eight hour days sewing dresses and blue jeans and endlessly. The room had since been cleared out, leaving only the cracked floors and faded crimson brick walls. The only piece of furniture was the beat up black leather couch that August was supposed to be using in the shoot. So far he hadn’t used it, and no doubt the designer would eventually wants some shots taken on it. August always hate sitting on things during these shoots, it was so restricting. There were only so many ways to model jeans on a couch, and not a single one of them were haute couture in the least. Then again, the designer had said this shoot was supposed to be ‘rugged’ yet ‘fashionable’. Not too manly, rough with just the right amount of feminine flare. Designers, always so obscure with their visions.

“Oh I’m fine. Just getting started really. Hungry as Hell though…”

August picked up his bottle of water and unscrewed the cap, then brought it to his lips and took a long gulp of it, sighing as he brought it away from his mouth and set down on the table. He then picked up finger sandwich and took a bite of it. He chewed it for a few moments and then swallowed, his hand extending to grab the bottle again to take another large swig. In the next moment the first finger sandwich was gone, already being swallowed. August took a deep breath in and snatched up another grape, biting it in half. He then turned his baby blues in Peyton’s direction.

“What about you?” August raised an eyebrow and ate the rest of the grape.

He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, taking in Peyton’s appearance with a glimmer in his eyes. He took in the form fitting black and white shirt, the simple black tie and the thick framed glasses. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that this guy was a professional photographer. Most people probably underestimated his worth all the time, which was ultimately their fault. The boy was a damn good photographer and artist. August had loved all the photos he had taken. Or maybe he just admired the person behind the camera? The eye behind the lens. This thought made August’s lips turn up into a small smile.

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

it tickles in my tummy
he's so yummy yummy,
hey, you should get a best friend too

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the sound of the chair against the floor made everythign seem much more real. at first, peyton had thought august was going to ask to sit, but as soon as he had agreed, a better offer for august would have come up and he'd be left alone. but before peyton could do anything other than take a deep breath, he was sitting this close to one of the cutest models he had ever worked with. it seemed weird, though, to see august in clothes other than what he was modeling. and it was even weirder for him not to have a shirt on. peyton was used to seeing him in perfection. seeing him like this was like seeing a teacher outside of school. it just screamed 'weird'. he watched as august drank his water, nodding as his question was answered. he had to smile at the answer. even if august hadn't said he was hungry, peyton would have guessed it. he hadn't stopped popping food in his mouth since he sat down.

"i'm alright, a bit tired," peyton replied, ripping a piece of bread off his croissant. he popped it into his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing before continuing. "i had another shoot yesterday that lased most of the night, and then i had to get up to fly here and with the time difference.. its just crazy," he smiled, looking down at his almost empty plate. picking up a strawberry, he twisted it back and fourth in his fingers before looking back up at august. "how did you get into modeling?" he asked, sliding the berry between his lips. "did it happen by chance or did you know you wanted to do it?" he put his elbows on the table, resting his head in his hands, his eyes on august. he still couldn't get over the fact that they were eating together. with august shirtless. holy hell!

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK !
MUSE: TWILIGHT: THE SCORE
OTHER: so this sort of sucks, but i'm kinda tired and lacking muse. -.-' the next one should be better!

[AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK]

he looked just like you'd want him to,
some kind of slick chrome american prince.


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That, that was a very good question. August smirked and looked back down at his plate, picking up his fork, and ate a small square of jello, sliding around the morsel of food in his mouth, one of his favorite things to do with jello. He indulged in the artificial cherry flavor, one of the best flavors out there. It reminded him of the jello back at NYU, the kind that came in the little plastic cups and had a slice of pineapple or granny smith apple in the center.

"Well I was discovered at a coffee shop." August cleared his throat and looked back at Peyton.

It had been nearly a year ago when a heavily tanned woman had approached him as August was waiting for his white chocolate mocha, dressed in just a baggy pair of jeans a long sleeve t-shirt and an ugly brown NYU pull over sweater. He had been slightly different then, a little awkward. His hair had been a wild mess of brown curls and his face was blemished with breakouts, and there were dark circles under his eyes from late nights studying. This woman had told him he had potential to be a model, a fashion model. She had handed him her card, a plain white with just her name and then the name of the agency in bold silver letters 'ELITE'.

"At first I laughed at the offer, and immediately rejected this woman in my mind, but to her face I acted interested, telling her I would give her a call." August took another bit of jello.

After a while of seeing that woman's card sitting on top of his desk, August started to buy men's fashion magazines, flipping through their pages every night, admiring the men in the editorials and taking in the styles and latest fashions.

"And it was after I considered for a few days, that I finally called the lady. She got me an appointment that weekend." August stared off beyond Peyton, watching people doing the same things they always did. Checking this, tinkering with that, running here, shouting that and whispering that. "I had to drop out of school because the demand of travel was too much. Modeling payed a lot more, so I chose that over college."

August shrugged and reached for his water, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. He sighed and looked back at Peyton.

"What about you? How did you become such a talented photographer?" August smiled, his eyes twinkling.

[PEYTON JAMES MORGON]

it tickles in my tummy
he's so yummy yummy,
hey, you should get a best friend too

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peyton listened to the story contently, finishing what was left of his food. one of his favourit things to do was listen to people. it was like their voices were music and every story was a different song. the voice was the actual music, the story was the lyrics. and no two were ever the same. the pitch was always different, the voice went up at different times. but his favourite were whispers. there was something so innocent yet intimate about whispering. whether its a secret, gossip or a confession of love, it's meant for only those chosen. they were special.

lightly placing his fork on his plate, peyton watched augusts facial expressions. he found it amusing how someones face would change while they were talking and they didn't even know it. as he watched, he continued to nod and make appropriate noises when necessary. when he was done, peyton nodded one last time, happy with the story. what he liked the best, though, was how august had waited and thought about it. most people he knew would jump at the chance of being a model. hell, they would probably just follow the woman back to her office, their tongues hanging out of their mouths.

finally glancing away, peyton noticed one of the assistants wandering around, picking up dirty plates and empty bottles. as the girl made her way over to the table, he collected his napkin and utensils together. he handed the girl his plate with a quick thank-you, feeling sorry for her. he turned his attention back to august at the sound of his question, happy that he had. august was smiling and he had a smile that could make you melt. it was a shame that most fashion shoots required the model to have a neutral look. "Well, my dad was.. is a photographer and he's the one who got me into it." peyton began, folding his arms across the table. arching his back, he adjusted his sitting postion so his back was a bit straighter. "and i used to love to steal his camera and take pictures of nothing. he'd get mad and say i was wasting film but come the next day and i was at it again." he smiled, getting a slight empty feeling in his stomach. he missed being with his parents all the time. "eventually he got me my own camera and taught me everything he knew. from there i took a photography class and somehow i ended up being an in demand photographer."

he took a deep breath, about to tell august about his fake photo shoots when music started playing over the speakers which was the first sign they were getting ready to start again. which was probably a good thing since it saved peyton from admitting an embarrassing childhood story. he looked over at the make-up artist and hair stylist, getting looks back like 'can-you-PLEASE-get-him-over-here!?'. laughing lightly, he motioned with his head over to them. "i think you're wanted over there," he said with a smile.

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OUTFIT: CLICK !
WORDS:
STATUS: FINISHED !
TAGGED: AUGUST RADCLIFF SEDGWICK !
MUSE: CLUMSY , GLAMOROUS , HERE I COME FERGIE
OTHER: