The Eddie Twist
Chapter Summary: After their first meeting, Eddie and Waylon decided it was best if they did not get involved in a relationship, despite their undeniable chemistry at their first meeting. Waylon's friends continue to insist that he not let the opportunity slip away. What's the worst that could happen if he went out on one, little date with Eddie?
A/N: I'm making a mess xD. I was going to make this story a one shot, but apparently this story has taken on a life of its own and I have to write more. I'm completely in love with the way I describe Waylon in this fic, and I'm excited about all the potential of the story. I feel I've captured some aspects of myself in him, especially in regards to the musical aspect xD. I have lots of ideas about his past life that I will reveal as the story continues.
Above all, the idea of the band and variants interacting in this environment has inspired me. For the first time I can say openly that each of them is happy and has a good, peaceful life in this AU.
Thank you Picaa for all the ideas we have discussed. Much of this fic was built on various conversations we've had together and I dedicate much of this work to you because of your amazing and inspiring art work. You shaped many of my ideas in your doodles, which I greatly appreciate.
If you think that a kiss is all in the lips
C'mon, you got it all wrong, man
And if you think that our dance was all in the hips
Oh well, do the twist
Waylon felt dizzy. It was not the same kind of dizziness that he usually felt when he was drunk. He felt sick and numb, and his eyelids felt heavy. It was a strange feeling. Waylon was not usually the kind of person to overindulge in alcohol and lose control. He had a high tolerance, despite his smaller stature.
"What's up Way? You look like shit."
Waylon managed to look even more dazed than before. He leaned back and let his head land on the back of the sofa where he sat next to Jeremy Blaire. He felt an arm settle around his shoulders and pull him close. Jeremy used to own clubs that were definitely not Waylon's scene. The electronic music was so loud as to be headache inducing, as were the obnoxious strobe lights, and the permeating stink of smoke. Waylon started to suspect that Jeremy had put something in his drink.
"I don't feel good, Blaire, I think I need to go home…" Waylon's voice lowered to a whisper as he finished the thought. He could hear Jeremy laughing, but it seemed to be coming from far away, echoing in the distance. There were others present and laughing with him, but they were only shadows in his strange vision which was fading quickly to a pinpoint. He was losing consciousness.
"I hope you liked your drink, Park. I spent a lot on you this week. I think you should be grateful—considerate even. Don't you agree?" Jeremy took a bottle of beer from the table and forced Waylon's lips open. He poured the liquid down Waylon's throat, despite his resistance. Waylon felt like he was suffocating. He reached out to grab Jeremy's hand, but it was like a child wrestling against a giant's strength. He looked into Jeremy's eyes before losing consciousness altogether. That would be his last memory of the night.
Waylon opened his eyes and felt the movement of a car. He turned his head to look toward the driver's seat. Eddie sat up straight and concentrated as he drove, eyes focused on the darkened streets. Waylon felt rather embarrassed of the ridiculous slouching position he had slipped into after he had passed out. He briefly wondered why Jeremy would pop into his mind at a time like that. He did not know how to describe their relationship—if you could call it that, since it was never clear if they were formally together. Ultimately, his interactions with Jeremy were a game based on power and control-where Waylon was just another possession in Jeremy's collection. It had taken Waylon years of these games before he recognized the truth.
"You fell asleep, darling," said Eddie, his tone gentle as he reached a hand across to softly caress Waylon's numbed cheek. Eddie's hand felt warm against his chilled face and he slowly realized a thick coat had been placed across his chest and lap. Everything seemed so soft and pleasant—Waylon could not help but smile at the kind gesture.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I'm pretty tired…ya know, from the sex," said Waylon, his tone casual. His nonchalant way of speaking about sex seemed to embarrass Eddie less than before. It was only natural considering neither one could judge the other: they had both just had sex, in a car, with a virtual stranger.
"Are we close to your house?" Eddie asked.
"Sure, just a couple of streets, then it's the third house on the left," Waylon said, raising his arms as he stretched while yawning. The warmth and comfort of the coat made him feel good. Eddie followed his directions and stopped the car in front of a dilapidated old house with an unkempt lawn. Waylon noticed how Eddie took in the sight and then avoided looking at him. He regretted the condition of his house, but not enough to feel embarrassed of his mother or their lifestyle. Waylon just hated having to give anyone some kind of explanation for why they lived the way they did. Jeremy had always been quick to ridicule him about it.
"Well, thanks for driving me, Eddie. That night ended better than expected," said Waylon, all traces of ridicule and sarcasm gone from his voice. He threw Eddie's coat into the backseat and unfastened his seatbelt. He no longer felt like mocking the older man. He felt too relaxed and satisfied-as well as a feeling he could not begin to describe.
Eddie felt the same. There was something about the idea of never seeing Waylon again that made him feel sad. He knew it was stupid and immature to feel that way about someone he had just met, but he could not shake the feeling. Waylon stared at him with the same unspoken question on his face as both waited in silence, as though needing some sign from the universe about what to do next.
"Could I get your number?" Eddie asked, pulling his phone from his pocket. Waylon was surprised by the question, but he broke out in a smile at the strange way Eddie held his phone, as though technology were completely foreign to him.
Waylon looked down, not sure how to react. He did not expect to see Eddie again or to remain in any kind of contact, considering they were complete polar opposites. Still, he could see no real harm in giving out his number. Instead, he shrugged and relayed the number.
"Splendid. I suppose the proper protocol is for me to send you some kind of textual message or a call at some point, correct?" asked Eddie.
"Whatever you say, Eddie," Waylon said with a grin. "Good night." Both men stared at one another and their bodies ended up leaning closer to one another. Waylon was not sure how to act at the end of such a night, especially considering their evening activities. Usually, Waylon's partners preferred to have sex in a hotel room and he could leave the room before the other person woke to avoid any uncomfortable goodbyes. It felt different with Eddie, though. He was so attentive and considerate, making everything feel much more formal. It was all very strange to Waylon.
Seemingly at the same time, both men decided on a parting kiss. Even though he was new to this type of goodbye kiss, Waylon felt pleasantly warm at the tender way Eddie kissed him. His lips moved soft and slow against his own causing him to sigh softly. The kiss was completely different from their previous kisses which had been full of a fierce desire. This was much slower and gentler, as though Eddie were savoring his last fleeting moments with Waylon. When they finally pulled away, Eddie's hand rested gently against Waylon's cheek and the two held eye contact for several heartbeats. Finally, Eddie gave a small smile and placed one last quick goodbye kiss on Waylon's nose and lips.
"Sleep well," said Eddie before dropping his hand and sitting up straighter in his seat. Waylon slumped in the passenger seat, confused on what to do next, and still reluctant to look away from Eddie. He finally got out of the car and stopped at his front door, turning to watch Eddie drive away. He stared into the darkness until the sound of Eddie's car's engine was a distant hum. What the hell just happened? Everything had felt so different, especially the strange way they had said goodbye.
Waylon went straight to his room and dropped onto his bed. He stared up at his battered ceiling, leaving his cell phone on the nightstand right beside his pack of cigarettes. He was exhausted, but the sense of confusion and the vivid memories kept him from finding rest.
No matter how hard he tried, Waylon could not stop thinking of Eddie. His intense blue eyes, his soft, deep voice, and the way the scent of his cologne still clung to his denim jacket. Waylon felt like a pathetic schoolgirl with a crush—the same way Miles was with Chris Walker. Miles was always obsessively wanting to talk about Chris and trying to orchestrate a "chance" meeting. Waylon had no intention of letting himself become that way.
In fact, Waylon would probably have no reason to ever see Eddie again at all. It was unusual for Eddie to go to the clubs that Waylon frequented. Their only connection was his brief acquaintanceship with Frank Manera. Waylon did not know the man directly, but he had heard stories about his legendary parties, excessive lifestyle, and other strange hobbies. He had even attended a couple of shows where Frank's band had played.
Miles was especially fond of going to watch them, motivated by his desire to watch Chris play the drums. He turned into a beast when he took his position behind the drum set. Waylon knew they were all close to Eddie, since there was always a rumor about a close friend of the band that did not fit in with the rest of the crew. Just Waylon's luck, he had to run into said misfit friend-though maybe it wasn't such bad luck, after all.
Meanwhile, Eddie returned to his own house. If Waylon felt strange, it was ten times worse for him. Not only had he engaged in sex with a younger man in a car, in public, but he had acted so strangely during the act. Instead of treating the act like some quick and dirty release, Eddie had treated Waylon like someone he was dating-kissing him and caressing his face as though he were some delicate flower to be treasured.
What the hell had happened to him?! Waylon must have thought he was completely weird. It was not normal to change such a rough, casual encounter into something romantic. The flush on Waylon's face had prompted a tenderness in Eddie which he tried to explain away as post-coital emotions. But then why had it felt so natural to kiss him goodbye and ask for his number? Eddie was not sure why he felt the way he did.
The thought of not seeing Waylon again caused a tight, strange feeling in his chest. He had to find a way to get in touch with Waylon again, and hoped desperately that he had not been given a false number. His inadequate feelings left him feeling clumsy and confused. He did not want to worry about the situation that night. All worrying could accomplish was a migraine headache leading to a bad night's sleep and then an equally bad mood in the morning. He was sure that in the morning, the scent of Waylon's musk on his clothes would have dissipated, as well as the unusual feelings and the haunting memory of their last kiss.
The next morning, Eddie woke up early, per usual. Everything in his daily routine was calculated, starting with reviewing the accounts of the different customers expected that day. Eddie's shop had only been open for a few months, but it had already become very popular and he had many regular customers. Working on the finances and picking out materials was one of the most relaxing activities for Eddie. The practice completely confused Frank who often commented on Eddie's boring lifestyle.
Most of the morning passed quietly, despite the constant desire to send a good morning text message to Waylon, or to ask how he was feeling, or even just to wish him a good day. Why was he having these types of desires for someone he had just met? He attributed the feelings to the fact that before the previous night, he had not had any type of sexual activity for months. Eddie had completely thrown all of his moral values out the car window that night.
The sound of the front door opening pulled Eddie from his thoughts and he watched the familiar sight of Frank Manera walking into his home with one of his guitars on his back and a huge smile on his face.
"How'd my boy do last night!" Frank asked, his tone boisterous as he grabbed Eddie's neck and started mess his hair despite protests and complaints, as well as several attempts to shake him off.
"Do not do that, Frank! I have said, time and time again, I do not like…"
"Look who's in a bad mood this morning. Guess you didn't get laid last night after all. I want to know everything, come on man, don't skimp on any of the details…"
"I am not saying anything! That is private and personal information Frank, also…"
"Ha! So you DID sleep with him! That a boy, Eddie! I'm so happy for you, man, you can finally move past this sexual frustration thing you've had going on. I hadn't seen you get laid since…What was her name…Amanda? Madison? Whatever, I don't remember, but she had a horrible name. Come on, we've got to celebrate! I even brought Stacy over so I could play you a song," said Frank.
Frank had many strange habits, like wearing dark glasses everywhere, anytime, no matter the time of day. He also always wore boots, especially cowboy boots or combat boots. But the strangest habit had to be the way he would name his guitars and treat them like people. Even though he was careless with some of his other possessions, like his motorcycle, he always took great care of his guitars. He had one in every style, shape, size, and color. Talking to them was part of his daily routine. Eddie always wondered how he could stand to be friends with such a strange person, but they had been friends for so long the strange habits had become part of their normal interactions.
"Alright Ed, this song is dedicated to you…"
I want to sing about how Eddie had sex with a young guy,
But if I do he'll probably throw me out a window if I try
A huge smile split Frank's face. Upsetting Eddie Gluskin was one of his favorite hobbies. Eddie was too temperamental, so it was too easy to provoke him with the slightest effort. They were always joking around with one another. They had been friends for so long that neither took any of the teasing seriously. Joking around was a huge part of their friendship.
"I can't believe you fucked that guy, he was young—I mean, really young for you. Tell me everything, did he have a nice ass? What did you do in the car? Did you guys have sex at your house or his? Did you wear a dress? Maybe you just used a dress…"
"Frank…"
"Oh, you both wore a dress? Wow, that is pretty dirty, but it shows the boy likes it kinky. I mean, that's probably why he noticed you in the first place…" said Frank. Eddie covered his mouth with his hand, fighting back the urge to kick his friend out of his house. Frank was being annoying, but Eddie had to agree with some of what he said. His mood was particularly good that day, and he found himself unable to avoid or deny the questions about his evening. It all came back to that adorably disheveled blond boy that Eddie could not get out of his thoughts.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the suburbs, Waylon and Miles were sitting around together. It was their normal routine after a night out to meet and catch up with the previous night's events. Normally, Waylon would have been angry at Miles for leaving him stranded at the club, but he was finding it hard to stay angry considering how it had led to him meeting Eddie.
Miles knew he had orchestrated the mysterious encounter. It was no coincidence that Miles and Frank both vanished, leaving Eddie and Waylon stranded together in the parking lot. The fated meeting had turned out better than either of them could have planned. Waylon sat smiling and feeling relaxed, while Miles could not tear his eyes away from his cell phone.
"How did it go at Chris' house last night?" Waylon asked, noting a half eaten sandwich and a bag of chips open on a nearby table.
"Fine. I mean, there were tons of people, like always, but I at least got to say hello and chat with him a bit. You know how popular he is," said Miles.
"He's a nice person, always kind to people. It's not surprising people want to hang around him," said Waylon.
"Yeah, I'm aware, Way, but I just wish I could talk to him alone for once, you know? Without people interrupting us every five minutes," Miles said, leaving the phone on his lap for a moment. He glanced at Waylon out of the corner of his eye, a knowing smile on his face. "How about you? How'd it go? Did you end up leaving with that pervert?"
"His name is Eddie Gluskin. And yes, he drove me home last night. And we had sex in his car," said Waylon.
Miles was used to the casual way that Waylon discussed sexual activity. It was not unusual and they both always ended up recounting every sordid detail to one another.
"So he was a pervert then. Glad to hear that—how was it?" Miles asked, his eyes once again focused on his cell phone. Waylon assumed Chris was rising so fast on the different social networks because Miles was one of his more active supporters. His infatuation with Chris began long ago, and Waylon was accustomed to his friend's obsessive behavior.
"It was…good. No, great. At first, I thought he would be a prude, considering the way he was dressed. I thought for sure he'd try to shut me down or say I was indecent and disgusting…but nope. He's hung, and he has a problem with condoms," said Waylon.
"Oh yeah, they were too small for him? Or were they those cheap kind that are too thin and tear easily?" asked Miles. Waylon was not the least bit offended by his friend's intrusive questions. They had no secrets from one another.
"No, not that. I mean, he was huge…and thick. There was a second there where I thought I could feel him prodding at my stomach he was so deep. It was…amazing, to tell the truth," said Waylo.
"Well, that's great Way. I'm glad you found someone to fuck that could fill all your expectations…among other things…"
"Yeah. When we were done, he did those things I only see them do in the movies," said Waylon.
"He licked your asshole? That's disgusting…"
"No, not that…though I have done that before. What I mean is, when we were finished, he…he looked at me. And hugged me. He kissed me like, all over my face, lips, cheeks…it was very sweet and gentle. Then again when he dropped me at my house, he asked for my number and kissed me again…like we were dating instead of having just fucked in a parked car. It was weird," said Waylon.
Miles' attention was completely on Waylon as he finished his story, his cell phone in his lap forgotten for the moment. He noted the way Waylon's expression soften and a slight smile tilted his lips as he recalled the events of the previous evening. It was very unusual that Waylon showed any kind of emotions when talking about his sexual conquests and one-night-stands. Miles could tell that he was truly interested in the mysterious new man whose only connection to them was through Frank Manera.
"Did you give him your number then, and kiss him goodbye?" asked Miles.
"Yep. Just like a normal date. That's what was strangest of all I guess. I have no idea whether he will call or if I will ever see him again," said Waylon. He sighed and slouched down on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling of the Upshur home. During the morning, Miles had noticed Waylon constantly watching his phone. Waylon knew it was stupid to expect anything to happen so soon, but he could not stop himself from hoping it would happen. Miles could tell Waylon was watching his phone.
"You want him to call. You think he will?" asked Miles.
"Eh, I don't know. I really don't know. I don't know if I'm hoping he will call, or what I want to happen if he did. He's a really serious person, I doubt we are looking for the same things in a relationship," said Waylon.
"What's that supposed to mean? What's does he want that you don't?" asked Miles. Waylon met his friend's blue-green eyes, but his face was unreadable. Waylon was used to rejection. He tended to hide his relationships, never wanting to openly admit that he was committed to someone.
"He wants what everyone wants—well, what most people want at least," said Waylon. "Stability. A serious, lasting relationship with a possibility of a future as a couple. You know I can't be that for anyone, Miles. It's not my style. I'm the kind of guy you hide in the closet so people don't see—or the guy you fuck in a back alley while your wife is waiting for you to come home for dinner on a Friday night. What can someone like me bring to a relationship?"
"Stop talking yourself down like that. You could provide all those things to someone, if you wanted to. You could find someone decent who would treat you well, instead of using you like some kind of disposable fuck toy. How can I make this more clear: you like him, and he likes you. Who knows, maybe something good can come from this," said Miles. He always tended to have an optimistic world view, contrasting Waylon's cynicism. Waylon would rather expect nothing and be surprised if something happened, rather than to expect something and be disappointed when it never came.
Miles was ultimately right, Waylon knew. Having a negative attitude was not good and he needed to remember to relax and enjoy life sometimes. He needed to focus on getting healthier. The lifestyle Waylon was living was fast and full of excess. Miles and Waylon had a similar way of life, but Waylon always seemed to take it a step too far. He dated the wrong kind of people, and then had to answer to the consequences of these unhealthy relationships. Just when Waylon would believe he had hit rock bottom, his poor judgment and uncaring attitude allowed him to fall even further.
Waylon knew he needed to move away from that type of environment. That was why he had decided to take a break from relationships all together. He made the decision to stop dating eight or nine months before, and had managed to stay out of many of the dangerous situations that used to be so common place. Miles and the gang supported the idea—everyone was worried about Waylon's safety from jumping between partners and sketchy situations. They were pleased that Waylon had shown interest in someone different from his usual type. Waylon had broken his self-imposed "vow of chastity" with Eddie.
That was how Miles knew Waylon must really like this Eddie guy. Waylon had been ignoring advances for months, telling most guys that flirted with him to go to hell—until that night. For some strange reason, Miles was happy that Waylon had chosen to end his hiatus with a guy like Eddie. Miles had seen him at the club, his frown and tailored clothing making him look older and the undeniable sexual frustration written on his face. Somehow a man like that was the closest friend of Frank Manera.
Miles understood that Eddie was not involved with the band directly. He had heard talk of Frank's childhood friend with a knack for sewing who was serious and reserved, but ultimately a decent and respectful man who valued his morals and integrity. Miles was rather shocked that he had yielded so easily to Waylon's seduction. That must mean that the attraction was mutual for both men.
Despite their differences in style, and Eddie's blatant dislike for their lifestyle, Miles knew that Waylon would not put much stock in superficial things like that. Waylon may not want to admit it, but he was attracted to his opposite. Lisa and Stella had been excited that Way could finally find someone who could offer a healthy relationship. They were happy to leave with Miles, abandoning their friend at the bar in hopes of creating an opening for Waylon's chivalrous gentleman friend to make his move.
"Wait until I tell Lisa," said Miles with a grin. "I think she is more excited about this than anyone else. You know she's always trying to find you a boyfriend."
"I did not find a boyfriend, Miles. I found a challenge. Don't try to make this into something it's not, okay? It's nothing really."
"Are you blind? I can tell what's happening. Just you wait and see…"
The rest of the week passed uneventfully, until Wednesday arrived. It was Waylon's day off and he was sitting in the small kitchen bar in his home, watching television. His cell was resting on the counter next to the remote control. He had slowly given up hope of receiving any kind of return call from Eddie. He knew he should leave it at that, but deep down, he was constantly wishing he had been the one to ask for a number. Then he would not have to feel so powerless.
"Waylon? I'm about to go to work. You staying in, or going to see Miles?" asked Alma Park. She entered the room, a long French braid draped over her shoulder and wearing her waitress uniform. She picked up her keys from their usual place on the shelf and looked over her son.
"I don't know mom. I might go visit Miles, but probably not until the afternoon. Not sure though, he might want to go watch Chris again," said Waylon.
"What is that boy waiting for, a chance to fall out of the sky! He should just talk to the guy,' said Alma with a sigh. "Anyways, I am off to work. If you do go make sure you text me, okay? I worry. She kissed Waylon on the cheek and darted out the door. Waylon nodded and poured more cereal, attempting to focus on the crime drama that was on television when his phone began to ring on the counter. It was an unknown number, and Waylon frowned at the phone before answering.
"Hello?"
"Waylon…" The voice was unmistakable, drawing an automatic smile from Waylon. Eddie. Waylon slowly pushed his half-eaten cereal away and ran his hand through his hair nervously. He had never felt this way when receiving a call from one of his past conquests. "It's me, Eddie."
"Yeah, I know. I'm not sure if you know this, but your voice is pretty distinct. So what's up?" asked Waylon. His voice always seemed to have a funny twist in his intonation, which Eddie always noticed. Even though he could not see Waylon, he knew he was smiling, and that, in turn, caused Eddie to smile just picturing it in his mind. This might actually be worse than a high school crush.
"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me tonight? Perhaps we could go to dinner together, or something, if that's okay—and if you have no previous engagements, of course," said Eddie. At this point, Waylon placed his fist over his face, trying to keep the huge, stupid smile from his face. He failed miserably.
"Do you always have to talk so strange and formal, Eddie?" asked Waylon before he paused, humming into the phone. "Well…well, okay. It'd be good to get out of the house, or whatever. Want to meet somewhere at eight o'clock?"
"No. I'll pick you up at your house. I will send you a message before I arrive. Is this acceptable?"
"Uh, sure thing, darling, hope to see you soon Eddie," said Waylon, adding emphasis to the world 'darling' in an attempt to sound more like Eddie. It was crazy, but for some reason, Eddie actually seemed to want to get to know him better. Waylon could not fathom why he felt this way, considering their vastly different lifestyles, but if Eddie was willing to try then so was he. Who knew? Maybe something good could come out of their chance meeting at a dive bar.
After the call, Waylon was surprised and excited. He knew he needed to control his emotions, and especially his hormones, but he could not stop himself from laughing after Eddie hung up. He left his cereal dish in the kitchen sink, still in disbelief that Eddie wanted to see him a second time—for a dinner date, no less. He was glad that Eddie called so early so he could pass the time cleaning up and doing chores around the house. Otherwise, the anticipation of the evening would threaten to overwhelm him.
Waylon dusted the furniture, wiped the counters, took out the trash, swept the floor, cleaned the bathroom, and raked the leaves in the backyard. He was not normally so industrious at home, but he needed something to occupy his mind while he waited. His mother would be shocked at his unusual behavior.
Eddie did not know what the hell had happened. When he decided to call Waylon, it felt as if something in his brain stopped for a moment, and he was unable to think about anything but his desperate need to see Waylon and talk to him one more time. He was constantly thinking about him during the week, wondering if Waylon was thinking about him at all, or about their Saturday night together.
He was lucky that Frank did not come home early. He did not want to have to withstand constant torment from his friend's jokes about the fact that Eddie had made a date with a man eight years younger than him. His train of thought stopped the second he realized he had just referred to their meeting as a date. Eddie had a date. A date with a man who was much too young, too liberal, and too different from anyone he had previously dated. How should he even start to date someone like Waylon?
Eddie tended to take his dates to fancy restaurants in order to impress them, but he felt that would be too formal for Waylon. He had no idea where to take him, and even less of an idea what they would talk about considering they had so few things in common. Talking about music had never been something Eddie enjoyed, and he could not imagine Waylon wanting to hear him drone on about his bridal clothing business. Talking about work with his young date would be very strange. Maybe the date was not such a good idea after all, but it was already set and Eddie would never cancel—it was incredibly impolite. Only time would tell whether he had made a mistake.
The hours passed too slowly for both parties. They were both nervous about what could happen, their anxiety palpable. Eddie knew he was going into new territory, unknown and foreign. He had no idea the kind of interactions they would have on their date.
Around six o'clock, Waylon began to get ready. He felt like an idiot, having no idea how to behave when he had a date. A date! He could not believe it, much less accept the fact that he had agreed so easily. He had to shower and sift through his closet to find some of his more presentable clothes that he wore less often. Most of his clothing was broken, torn, worn or old. He put on his favorite pair of black boxers and a tank, then managed to find some almost new, black pants and a nice blue shirt. He even cleaned his boots, though he wondered if that wasn't taking it a step too far. Waylon's mother was beyond surprised when she came home to find the house cleaned and her son in front of the bathroom mirror, fussing with his hair, and wearing the most presentable outfit she had seen him wear in possibly years.
"Waylon? Are you using hair gel? You and Miles going out or something?" she asked with barely contained shock, unsure what to make of Waylon's new attitude. He had not mentioned any special upcoming event, and she had no idea what to make of the strange, grooming behavior and nice clothes.
"Nah, I'm not seeing Miles tonight. I'm going out with someone else," said Waylon.
"I see…well, I'm about to go out with Dana. Don't come home too late, okay?" A part of Alma was unsure how to react to the news that her son had a date, but it was good to see this side of Waylon. Was he actually considering a serious, loving relationship with another person? That was good news to Alma who was all too familiar with his disillusioned and cynical view on relationships. She knew Waylon's inclination to reject relationships had a lot to do with the way his father had abandoned them both. He saw relationships as empty promises that would leave him alone in the end, thus he preferred nothing beyond casual encounters. Alma supported her son's lifestyle and never questioned his sexual orientation. All she wanted for her son was a caring, stable relationships where he could feel loved. Maybe the person coming around that night could be the one to give him that?
Eddie was accustomed to dressing formally. Even when he was forced to go to one of Frank's concerts, Eddie had no problem picking out clothing that reflected his character. Usually, he wore long-sleeved shirts, jackets, ties and other formal clothing that seemed to come right out of the fifties. Sometimes people would ridicule his choices, or rather, Frank was always teasing him, but Eddie did not care. He still preferred to dress formal, feeling most at home in a full suit, jacket, vest and tie.
For the date that evening, Eddie attempted to dress as casual as possible. He chose a brown jacket over a black shirt to appear more "youthful" in a failed attempt to have more in common with Waylon. He knew the night was bound to be one disaster after another. As the time crept closer and closer, he decided to grab the keys and leave instead of waiting any longer. Instinct told Eddie that he should bring something to offer his date, but he found every possible idea lacking. What would a man—a very young man—like Waylon want with flowers, chocolates, or some other kitsch? Ultimately, someone as into free-love and the alternative scene as Waylon would be bored to tears with an evening spent with someone like Eddie. The evening would be a disaster and Waylon would end up rejecting him. Eddie pushed the onslaught of negative thoughts from his mind in order to calm his nerves.
He arrived on time and got out of the car, leaning casually against it while he waited patiently. Waylon appeared ten minutes later and Eddie was startled at how formal and tidy he appeared, though he somehow managed to retain his rebellious air. He could not help thinking that Waylon looked cute. Ridiculously cute.
"I thought you were going to message me before you got here. You're lucky I checked outside, I was waiting for your text," said Waylon.
"I wanted my arrival to be a surprise, darling. Are you ready, then?" asked Eddie.
"I'm always ready, Eddie," said Waylon with a sly grin.
Eddie promptly held the door to the car open for his date. Waylon got into the car, noting how Eddie had taken pains not to look quite as adult-though he failed at looking completely informal.
There was obviously a great attempt on Eddie's part to look more relaxed, despite the air of responsibility that always surrounded him. He was polite, courteous and gentlemanly, treating his male date the same way he would anyone else. A polite smile was lit up his face as he began to drive. Originally, Eddie had planned to take Waylon to a nearby restaurant that was not too formal but was still one of Eddie's favorites due to the variety of food and the friendliness of the employees. He hoped the relaxed atmosphere would help him be more relaxed on their date. His hands automatically steered him toward the well-known destination.
Things happened so fast, Eddie barely had time to react and pull off the main roadway into a vacant lot and put the car into park. His gaze darted in all directions, as if someone would jump out of the bushes at any moment and catch them. Between Eddie's legs was Waylon Park, his face buried in his crotch and mouth wrapped around his cock. Waylon rested one hand on his thigh as he continued to gobble his cock, managing to keep his throat relaxed and take him all in despite his considerable length and girth.
Eddie was completely flushed, wondering how the hell it had come to this? Did they have no self-control? He was embarrassed, especially because he had intended to discuss boundaries in their relationship to keep it from being only about sex as it was on their first meeting. But Waylon acted fast, and his seductive actions made it too easy for him to chase away all of Eddie's rational thoughts. There was a teasing touch to his thighs, followed by Waylon's warm breath along his zipper. Eddie slammed on the brakes and parked quickly to avoid causing a traffic accident. He sat in the parked car, attempting to slow his breaths and collect his thoughts.
Waylon was too skilled with his tongue. One hand gripped the thick base of Eddie's member, his fingers stroking up and down, massaging as he began to suck lightly and lick along the tip. With each movement, he took slightly more of the intimidating length into his mouth until he had a little less than half his length submerged in his mouth. Waylon was proud of his accomplishment as he continued to work his tongue and lips. Eddie tried desperately to remedy the situation, fingers threading through Waylon's hair roughly. He had absolutely no idea the correct way to ask someone to stop sucking his dick.
Waylon saw his reaction as a great sign and he sped up, his movements becoming much more aggressive. Eddie's moans soon filled up the car as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the car seat. He could not believe what a disaster their date had already become.
"Please…" said Eddie, haltingly, before he could press a hand to his mouth to muffle the sounds. Waylon had transformed him into a mess of moans and guttural sounds. The uncontrollable spasms in his pelvis told him there was precious little time before he reached his climax.
Waylon's fingers sought to stimulate further down as his hand pushed further into Eddie's pants. He carefully massaged his balls, rubbing in the traces of saliva that spilled from the corners of his mouth. It was one of the most complicated and difficult blowjobs he had given, and he was proud of his handiwork. He felt please that his skills could make Eddie lose control so thoroughly.
Eddie's eyes clenched tighter and his hips rose automatically, no longer able to hold back. Waylon nearly drowned in the release, the sticky fluid filling his mouth which was still wrapped around the intruding member, taking as much of his length into his throat as possible.
"Ahh," the moan that Eddie gave following his orgasm was elevated but also masculine. It took him several moments before his breathing returned to normal. Waylon slowly sat up, licking his lips and looking at Eddie. His proud expression resembled a soldier just having returned from winning a battle.
"Mmm, you taste good. Did you like it, Eddie?"
"Are you out of your mind? We almost got into an accident!" Eddie's usually perfect hair had become displaced, a few unruly strands falling into his eyes. His face was a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance. Waylon could not help but laugh at the sight—made even funnier by how easy it had been to achieve. Eddie had offered no objection at the time.
"If you didn't want me to suck your dick, it would have been simple to stop me, Eddie. You could have pushed me back in my seat…but you didn't. Why don't you just do us both favor and admit it—you're as big of a pervert as I am."
"There is a place and a time for such behavior, Waylon! That was completely dangerous, and irresponsible, and…"
"Exciting? Admit it, you loved it. I could hear it in all the sounds you were making. We didn't crash! Everything went fine, and you got a blowjob," said Waylon. Eddie did not know whether to laugh or cry. Waylon's laugh made him look like a child about to cause mischief and loving every minute of it. He could not deny that he had enjoyed everything Waylon did with his mouth, but he was not about to say that out loud. It may have been easy for him to stop the action, but it would have been impossible for him to willingly end the sensation of Waylon's tongue on his sex.
Eddie started the car and drove to the restaurant as quickly as possible, not wanting to give Waylon any further opportunities to seduce him while he was driving. The place was more of a family restaurant and he immediately regretted the decision when he saw all the happy families dining, while he escorted his succubus of a date who derived great pleasure from teasing him in public.
"Have whatever you like, it's on me," said Eddie as he sat at a table near the windows. Waylon glanced at the menu, a crooked smile on his lips as he flipped through the pages.
"Good evening! I'm Lucy, and I'll be your waitress tonight. Are you two ready to order?"
"But Eddie, I already ate…"
"Do not start with me, Waylon," said Eddie before clearing his throat. "Yes, I would like to order a steak, garnished with mashed potatoes, a side salad and a glass of iced tea to drink, please."
"I'll have a burger with fries and a Coke—lots of ice, Lucy, thanks a bunch," said Waylon. The waitress took their menus and returned to the kitchen. After she departed, the atmosphere at the table was uneasy, the tension palpable between them, especially for Eddie who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Sorry. I know I probably shouldn't have done that, Eddie, but it was…really hard to resist. Plus, it could have been worse—I could have tried to go down on you here in the restaurant…which is actually not a bad idea. Hey, I should try…"
"Please, restrain yourself," Eddie muttered, unable to tell if Waylon was joking or not. His date seemed very amused by the situation, slowly running his tongue across his lips, forcing Eddie to divert his eyes.
"I fit so much of you in my mouth earlier. Can you believe that? It was seriously an achievement for me. I deserve a medal or something," said Waylon, using his hands to illustrate his best guess of Eddie's size and then aimed the phantom phallus at his mouth. At that point, Eddie could have died of embarrassment.
"Please, for the love of…"
"Alright, alright. Sorry. I'll change the subject," said Waylon.
Both were silent as they waited for the waitress to bring their soda and iced tea. Waylon began toying with his silverware while Eddie stared at him, trying to come up with something to talk about. It was just as Eddie had feared, they had nothing in common—nothing to talk about.
"So, tell me, what are you studying right now, Waylon?"
"Nothing. I dropped out of school five years ago, and I've been working at the market since then. I'm a cashier. It's weird but sometimes, I get tips. Can you believe that? People give me cash tips. Usually it's older women just trying to be charitable…but sometimes, it's older men, and I can tell it's because they're just as perverted as you, Eddie."
Eddie choked loudly on a sip of his tea as he listened. It seemed that Waylon would always find a way to steer the conversation toward something inappropriate. He was making it nearly impossible to carry on a civil conversation.
"Well, I finished high school. After that, I decided to find a way to open a business which I had in mind for some time. I was fortunate that I found a place to open my shop so quickly and I am rather proud of how much it has prospered," said Eddie.
"What kind of business?" asked Waylon, watching Eddie with a curious expression. Eddie looked away and took a deep breath, preparing for the ridicule that usually followed.
"I'm a tailor. I own a clothing store, and we specialize in wedding dresses, tuxedos, and other formal attire," said Eddie. He stared across the restaurant, waiting for a sarcastic or hurtful comment. When no comment came, Eddie slowly shifted his eyes back onto Waylon. To his surprise, he found his companion smiling.
"I always wanted to learn how to make clothes. You can probably tell I like to wear my own kind of style, alternative, grunge, whatever. Every time I would try to alter my clothes, I just ended up destroying them. Mom would get so pissed when I would tear apart perfectly good clothes in an attempt to make something new. She was right though, everything I made was shit," said Waylon. Eddie was shocked at Waylon's honest interest in his trade. It was a refreshing change from the usual mocking attitude of others that found out he had a passion for wedding attire.
Eddie was pleased that Waylon had an interest in fashion and design, even if it was not the style Eddie enjoyed. He did not have much experience designing or sewing anything like what Waylon would probably wear, but it was a good starting point for a conversation.
"So you tear up your pants on purpose?" asked Eddie.
"Yes indeed," said Waylon, grinning. "These are the only pants I haven't gotten around to adjusting. I do it on purpose, because it looks cool, but my mom insisted that I leave at least one pair of nice pants."
"Your mother is very strict with you?" asked Eddie.
"Not at all! She gives me all the freedom I want, really. She encourages me to express myself through my wardrobe, but she just knows there could come a time when I needed a nicer outfit. I mean, like now."
The conversation began to flow much better by that point. They spoke of many different topics and there was hardly any uncomfortable silences. Waylon discussed his taste in music, his love of reading, and his obsession with collecting vintage bottle caps. He knew it was a stupid hobby, but it was something he enjoyed and it passed the time. Eddie was fascinated by the conversation. Even though they were discussing something so trivial, Waylon seemed very passionate and Eddie thought he might be catching a glimpse of what Waylon was like when he was not putting on any type of act.
Their food arrived and they ate in relaxed silence. Waylon loaded his fries up with ketchup to the point that his hands looked as though he had recently performed surgery. Eddie pushed a napkin closer to Waylon, in case he needed it. He politely hinted that there may have been some leftovers on his date's face.
"You're always so formal, even when you're eating," said Waylon.
"Well, I always strive to present a good image. My mother insisted that I always look presentable, it's a courtesy to others around you. My mother is a somewhat old-fashioned in much of her thinking, but she was always very warm and loving."
"Was there anyone else, besides your mother?" asked Waylon.
"No. My father died when I was very small, and I never got to know him. My mother says we are very physically similar, but my personality is quite different from his. I never knew what it was to have a father figure growing up," said Eddie.
"Yeah, I didn't either," said Waylon. "I have some memories about my father. And not to be rude but, I would really rather not talk about them." Waylon's voice turned cold at the mention and his eyes stared at the table, as though he were remembering something. Eddie decided it was probably best to change the subject.
"So how long have you know your friend?" asked Eddie.
"You mean, Miles? Eh, feels like my whole life. We've known each other since we were kids, and we've always been close. He was my only moral support through some hard times and I owe him a lot. Sometimes he can be annoying and I wonder why I put up with him, but deep inside, I know he's a great friend despite how difficult he can be at times. He definitely makes my life more interesting."
"I know that feeling," said Eddie. Waylon smiled and it took Eddie's breath away. He could look so innocent and young when he gave a genuine smile. Eddie was sure that Waylon was completely unaware that he was even smiling, and it felt good to observe him acting so naturally.
Finally, Waylon grabbed his napkin and wiped his face and hands clean, leaving his plate of food empty. Eddie finished soon after, and he smiled about how quickly they had warmed up to one another.
"Do you want to go anywhere else in particular?" Eddie asked when they were back in his car.
"Wherever you want is fine," said Waylon, shaking his head while looking out the window.
The pair arrived at a nearby park and decided to walk around the lantern lit pathways. Waylon seemed distracted as he walked. Eddie watched him closely, anticipating what he would finally say when he broke from his thoughts.
"Why did you ask me out, Eddie?" asked Waylon, stopping suddenly. He turned to look back at Eddie, studying his face.
"Why, I wanted to see you. I asked for your number and told you that I would call you," said Eddie. He had expected some variation of this question at some point during the night, especially considering their unusual first meeting. What he did not expect was how defensive Waylon seemed as he asked. Eddie took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts. He knew he had to be careful with his answers.
"You didn't have to do this. I'm not used to going out to dinner or anything like that. I liked having sex with you, it was a lot of fun that night in your car—but you don't owe me anything for it. I don't need you to feel obligated…"
"I didn't ask you out because of any obligation. I wanted to see you again, I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to see how you were doing, and go out with you," said Eddie.
"But…why? I don't get it. The date, dinner, this galant attitude. This isn't normal, and I just can't figure out why. What do you want from me, Eddie? Are you making fun of me somehow? Rub my face in your success? I mean, it's obvious you have a lot of nice things and a successful business, I could tell all that just by looking at you."
"Of course not. I would never do that to you—or to anyone. I don't behave his way because I want to look or act superior to anyone. I asked you out because I wanted to see you again. I asked you out because I like you, Waylon. I like you…" said Eddie. Waylon's eyes widened as he stared up at Eddie. As much as he wanted to deny it in that moment, it was impossible for him to ignore the attraction they both obviously felt.
Waylon was usually very laid back with other people, but he found himself feeling nervous and full of doubts. He was not used to being taken out on real dates, much less spoken to so kindly and treated so nicely. He did not have a good record for healthy relationships. No one he had ever gone out with had treated him the way Eddie did, despite having only just met him. Waylon was far out of his element.
"You like me, Eddie? Like, in a serious way, or just looking for a good time…"
"No. I did not ask you out to take advantage of you and gain any kind of sexual favor. I honestly mean that. I want to get to know you better, to build something real with you. I know it will be difficult and we are still virtually strangers…"
"We have nothing in common, Eddie. We are as different as can be. Isn't there someone your own age or status that you could date?"
Edie mused for a moment about the words Waylon was saying and the childish pout on his face. Waylon's eyes were full of questions and doubt. He reminded Eddie of an abandoned puppy that was lost and unsure where to run. Slowly, Eddie began to understand. Waylon had never been in a serious relationship.
It was as adorable as it was sad. Perhaps no one had ever taken Waylon on a real date in the past. It would explain why he was so suspicious of Eddie's behavior and why he was so insecure about where this could possibly lead. Eddie reached out and took Waylon's hands in his own, shocked at how icy he found them. He quickly shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over Waylon's shoulders before wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.
"No. There is no one else I want right now, except you. I am aware that we are very different, and that is strange. I know you do not know me very well, and you are right not to trust someone so easily. But please, I do hope you will give me the opportunity to earn your trust?"
Waylon felt so warm in Eddie's arms. He closed his eyes, leaning into the offered warmth, and inhaled the scent of Eddie's cologne, filling his lungs with the alluring, manly aroma. He slowly glanced up, admiring Eddie's handsome face and feeling unnerved by the intensity in his blue eyes.
He hated that Eddie was so attractive. He hated the intoxicating scent, the inviting warmth, and the way that he felt so safe wrapped in those arms. He hated how close they were, and how helpless he was to push away. But being surrounded by Eddie maybe have been the most enjoyable sensation he had ever felt.
"Then…you want to go out with me, again?" asked Waylon.
"Yes. I would very much like to go out with you again. Then again. And again and again. I want you to meet my friends, even though they're complete misfits, I want to take you home, or take you to the movies, or anywhere that you want. But only if you want to. I won't force anything on you," said Eddie. The smooth intonation of Eddie's voice had a knack for making Waylon feel at ease. The way he could sound so smooth and gentle, while still sounding manly and powerful. It was an intoxicating mixture.
The words were overwhelming. Waylon leaned in to rest his head again Edde's shoulder while holding eye contact. Eddie looked confused by the reaction. He began rubbing small circles into Waylon's back as he held him, noting how the action seemed to greatly relax the man in his arms.
"Enough Gluskin, you're going to put me to sleep if you keep that up. Unless that's part of what turns you on. You want to take advantage of me while I'm asleep?"
"I don't need you to be asleep to take advantage of you, darling. I only have to touch your hips to drive you mad with lust," said Eddie. Waylon was surprised at Eddie's observational skills. It only took one night for him to figure out that Waylon's hips were one of his most sensitive spots. He hated how that fact made Eddie even more attractive in his eyes.
"Alright, Eddie. I'll go out with you once, and then again, and then again. Until we get sick of each other," said Waylon. The ringing laugh Eddie gave in response had Waylon smiling as well. It was a nice laugh and it made him seem so much more relaxed and attractive. Waylon had never felt like he wanted to date someone before, but it seemed natural to try out a relationship, considering how close had already become.
Eddie stared into Waylon's light brown eyes. He thought they were beautiful and he compared their color to honey. He was so lost in those eyes that he could not stop himself from leaning in to press a soft kiss to Waylon's lips.
"Really? You want to kiss me? Even though I sucked you off just a few hours ago?"
"Must you always ruin the moment, darling?"
It was Waylon's turn to laugh as he leaned in to rub his nose against Eddie's chin. He could not get enough of his seductive scent. "Miles always says I manage to fuck up everything around me. So maybe you are onto something," said Waylon. He could not stop the intrusive memory that came to mind of Miles ensuring him that he would be hearing from Eddie soon. Waylon shook his head. "I hate how he's always right…"
Author's Note: Love is in the air (?). I had not intended to update yet, but the ideas are flowing these days. I decided not to miss an opportunity to let my muse run free. I even have a draft for the next chapter already written, but it needs further development when I have the time to read it while paying attention to the other projects I have currently. So I hope you enjoyed this, because you may have a slightly more distance update next time!
Translator's Note: I am working every day on translating more in between my other projects. I try to do it as quickly as possible, but I also strive to make it a good translation to do justice to this absolutely amazing story.