Chapter 10: Nothing Scary

Once they were outside of the gym, Waylon obediently followed Eddie through the parking lot behind the gym. He walked to a dim lit area against the gym wall and retrieved a duffle bag. Eddie smirked as he unzipped the bag and rifled through the contents. He quickly found what he was looking for and held it out toward Waylon. "Change into this, darling."

Waylon took the garment offered by Eddie and stared in confusion. It was a slinky, black material accented with sequins. Waylon held it up and frowned. "Eddie, this is a dress."

"So observant. No wonder you're the number one student," said Eddie with a snort. "We're checking into a motel. Now change."

For several moments, Waylon wondered if Eddie wasn't pulling some prank on him, but his blue eyes remained serious. Waylon jumped into action, taking off his tie and shirt. He glanced around nervous as he stood shirtless and cold in the parking lot, but there was hardly any lighting, and no one around. Waylon slid the dress over his head. Once he was covered, he pulled his slacks off as well. The dress was a snug fit, and it did nothing to flatter his nonexistent curves. The men's dress shoes Waylon wore clashed with the ensemble. He was so occupied in adjusting the dress that he was surprised when Eddie dropped a mess of plastic-feeling blond hair on his head.

"Oh, darling. You look absolutely stunning," grinned Eddie.

Waylon tugged at the wig, trying to fix it so that he could actually see without the fake hair falling into his mouth and eyes. "I don't understand. Where did you get this dress?"

"Borrowed them from the theater props. Don't worry, lots of people borrow stuff. Theater teachers look the other way as long as nothing stays missing for long and is back when it's needed. It suits you, that look," said Eddie.

"Does this mean you want me to be a girl? You want me to be...to be blond?" Waylon asked, the emphasis on the last questioning making it seem that wanting him blond was the worse offense. Eddie laughed at the scandalized expression on Waylon's face.

"I happen to have a thing for redheads," Eddie admitted, grinning. "I always wondered if there were real fire crotches. I find your true hair color fascinating." Waylon blushed as Eddie produced a wad of rough paper towels likely originating from the school bathroom.

"Wha…" Waylon started to ask, but his question was answered when Eddie began stuffing the towels down the front of his dress. "Eddie!" Waylon's protests were ignored as Eddie attempted to even out the two sides, groping the mounds in an effort to make them appear more natural.

"Hah, terrible tits, you're all crooked," said Eddie, laughing at Waylon's horrified expression. "Don't give me that look. We'll be at the motel soon. Follow me."

A cold half hour of brisk walking later, they reached a run down motel with a dirty pool marked "Closed for Repairs." Eddie walked into the office alone, leaving Waylon to stand outside in his skimpy dress, his body almost numb to the cold at that point. Waylon pulled self-consciously at the skirt, attempting to make it longer, but every tug downward threatened to expose his nipples. It was fine for a boy to show his nipples in public, but if people thought Waylon was a girl—well, that tended to attract notice.

A truck pulled into the parking lot, and an overweight man and a woman wearing clothes far too tight for her saggy body exited the vehicle. They spotted Waylon at the same time and stared hard: the man with curiosity and the woman with a cold sneer.

Oh God. Did they think he was a prostitute? Could they tell he was a boy in a dress? Waylon pressed himself against the wall, hugging the shadows there. The door opened, and Eddie walked out, motel key in hand.

"Come on," Eddie said, stalking past rows of rooms for rent without even checking to see that Waylon was following. He did not seem to doubt for a second that Waylon would follow. The smaller boy had to jog to keep up. Eddie opened up their room and held the door open for Waylon with a charming smile. "Where are my manners? Ladies first."

Waylon blushed as he ducked under Eddie's arm and into the motel room. Inside, it smelled like an old ashtray. There were visible stains on the dark carpet and the only furniture was a ratty chair and a bed with a tacky, threadbare comforter. Waylon's cell phone vibrated in his pocket that was currently on his pants inside Eddie's backpack. It only took Eddie a minute to locate the phone and hold it up.

Waylon moved so he could read the messages at the same time as Eddie. Two missed calls from Miles. When had those happened? Eddie clicked on the text messages.

Where did you go? From Miles.

Did I scare you away? I'm sorry :( From Lisa.

Eddie turned cold eyes onto Waylon. Waylon shuffled away until the backs of his legs hit the motel bed, and he sat down, looking up at Eddie. He loomed above Waylon, leaning down and sliding his hands up the short skirt. He gripped the sides of Waylon's briefs and pulled them down roughly. Waylon yelped as he was exposed, and his skirt was pushed up.

"What did you do with that girl tonight?" Eddie asked, his voice a sultry growl. Large hands encircled Waylon's growing erection and teased the swollen flesh. Waylon moaned and bit his lip.

"Nothing. I don't know," Waylon said between breaths. He stared up at Eddie still wearing his vest and nice slacks with his hair slicked back save for one strand that refused to stay and fell in his face.

"You wouldn't not know. Did you kiss her?" Eddie's hand squeezed Waylon's length to punctuate the question, drawing out a breathy moan. "Was it your first kiss from a girl?" Eddie leaned closer, his words tickling across Waylon's bare neck. "Did it feel good?" Waylon whimpered, bucking his hips up into Eddie's hand. "Answer me," demanded Eddie.

Instead, Waylon screwed up his face and stared into Eddie's piercing blue eyes. Waylon manages a defiant huff. "Why do you care?" Waylon panted for breath. "It's not like you're not sleeping with that Claire girl."

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head with an obnoxious grin on his face.

"Everyone knows about it," Waylon continued, setting his jaw in a display of stubbornness. "I heard a rumor that she's pregnant."

Eddie pulled his hand away and stood up, walking over to his backpack. "Really? You think you can get to me with that sort of talk?"

Waylon's face fell when Eddie did not deny it. Waylon had hoped that he was mistaken, and that nothing had happened between Eddie and Claire. Eddie refused to meet Waylon's pleading eyes, focusing on opening a box instead.

"I'm allowed, darling. You are not," said Eddie.

Waylon craned his neck to see around the taller boy, trying to ascertain what he was doing. Eddie held a long, purple, phallic shaped object in his hand. He made a ridiculously handsome face as he paused and read something on the back of the box before discarding it in the tiny metal trash can. "Wha...what is that," Waylon asked, pressing his legs together where he sat.

Eddie turned toward him, holding the device, and gave a wicked grin. "Don't act like you don't know. It's obnoxious. You're not that innocent."

Waylon watched in horror as Eddie inserted two batteries into one end of the device and tested it. The sudden buzz made Waylon's ass clench in fear.

"Spread your legs," Eddie instructed, pulling out a large bottle of lube. He opened it and began to apply the slippery substance until the vibrator glistened.

"How can you do that to me?" whispered Waylon, hating that large tears were already rolling down his flushed cheeks. "You really don't care about me at all. You would just have...sex...with that girl, or...or with anyone..."

Eddie crawled onto the bed with a cold expression on his angular face. "If you don't want me to throw you out of this motel room, you need to spread your legs properly. Now," Eddie said. His glare made Waylon's insides twist, and new tears leak from his eyes. "I thought you were down with whatever."

"B-b-but.." stuttered Waylon, pressing his legs close together. Waylon frowned, trying to decide if Eddie was serious about throwing him out, and why he hadn't denied anything with Claire. Finally, Waylon leaned back on his hands and spread his legs, defeated. Eddie wasted no time reaching down to wipe his still slick fingers between Waylon's ass cheeks. He laughed when Waylon clenched at the cold sensation.

"Relax, you're so pink here" Eddie purred, rubbing circles around Waylon's entrance. "Don't you trust me?" Eddie laughed at the angry glare that Waylon immediately leveled at him. "Okay, but don't you trust that I always make you feel good. This is for your enjoyment, darling. So...enjoy it."

Eddie looked down and focused as he pushed the toy against Waylon's hole. The vibrator was slippery and easily slid past Waylon's tight ring, disappearing slowly inch by inch. Soon, only the handle-end was visible, and Waylon was mewling like a cat in heat.

"Does it hurt?" Eddie asked, giving a cruel laugh.

"Yes," snapped Waylon, tears springing to his eyes but not falling. "It's really fucking big."

"Ha, you never curse," Eddie said, "not very ladylike, darling." His grin infuriated Waylon who glared through tears. Eddie began to slide the slick instrument in and out of Waylon's ass, leaving the smaller boy too breathless to form a coherent retort. "I'm going to turn it on. Unless you still think you want to refuse?"

A broken sob escaped Waylon's lips. Eddie just smirked before turning a dial and watching as the vibrator sprung to life buried deep inside of Waylon. Eddie held the end of the toy, keeping it pushed in place. The smaller boy's hand flew to Eddie's wrist, attempting to pry him away, but failing as he dissolved into a writhing mess of moans and knocking his wig askew.

"No refusal then?" Eddie asked, a dark grin on his face as he watched Waylon.

"N...p-please, s-stop it's...too much..." Waylon barely managed to form words through the sudden blinding ecstasy that had hijacked his body. Eddie snickered at the redhead's distress. "Stop!" Waylon squealed again, panting heavily and leaning his head back. The vibrations constantly teased the spot inside of him that always drove him insane. "Please, no more..." Waylon tried to argue, but it came out as a chest deep moan.

"You aren't hating this at all," said Eddie, with an amused tone. "You really are a slut, darling." Eddie grinned as he used his free hand to jerk Waylon's already leaking cock. The sudden contact made Waylon tense and groan.

"No, please, I'm too close...I don't want to...I mean, I want..."

"Tell me what you want," said Eddie.

"I want," Waylon's panting and moaning was too loud for him to concentrate. "I can't think when you're doing that!"

"Too bad," Eddie grunted, not slowing his movements. Each time Waylon's hips reflexively bucked up into his hand he also rocked the dildo inside of him, causing it to reach new depths.

"I want to do it with you," Waylon managed to pant, sweat breaking out over his entire body, causing the plastic hairs to cling to his face.

Eddie snorted a laugh. "Get me hard then."

Waylon felt shocked that Eddie could do these things to him without even being aroused. Waylon started to reach for the handle of the toy, but Eddie clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Leave it in. And don't come." Waylon gave a horrified whimper as Eddie undid the fly to his black dress pants. Waylon had to roll over and adjust his position while keeping his legs pressed together to stop the vibrator from being forced out when his muscles clenched around it.

Eddie sat back, leaning on his hands, not even helping Waylon pull himself out of his pants. He laughed at Waylon's attempts to keep his body's shaking under control long enough to pull Eddie's semi-hard shaft from his boxers. Waylon wasted no time pushing his mouth down on Eddie.

"You're shaking so much," said Eddie, smirking. Waylon groaned, having Eddie in his mouth while enduring the vibrator's relentless onslaught was too much. "Don't come," Eddie repeated the command. His erection grew with each bob of Waylon's head. Eddie chuckled when Waylon's tears dropped onto his lap while he worked.

"Put yours inside of me," Waylon begged, looking up at Eddie with shimmering brown eyes.

"Don't even think about coming," Eddie growled, pushing Waylon's head back down on his lap so roughly the wig was left even more uneven. Waylon choked around the intrusion, but he worked through the involuntary reaction to continue pleasuring Eddie. "That's it, darling."

"Please" begged Waylon. When he pulled away, a single strand of saliva remained connecting his quivering lip to Eddie's throbbing cock as he stared up, pleading.

"Ask better," Eddie said, keeping Waylon's chin in place so his eyes would remain on Eddie's.

"Please...please put yours inside of me."

"My what?"

"Please put your cock inside of me," Waylon asked breathily.

"On your back," commanded Eddie, throwing the smaller boy onto the motel bed and almost knocking the wig off entirely. He paused remove his own vest and shirt, taking his time while Waylon watched with barely suppressed lust. Finally, he stepped out of his pants and leveled a hungry gaze at Waylon. Eddie reached down and pulled the vibrator out quickly. The sudden loss made Waylon keen sharply and arch his back off the mattress. He did not have to regret the loss long before he felt himself opening for Eddie. Waylon's knees were pushed up and open, spreading himself completely. The dress was completely pushed up around his stomach. Eddie grunted as he pushed inside, muttering to himself.

"Forgot to lube myself...Oh well." He started rocking his hips into Waylon, and he immediately started to pant and moan.

"Don't you dare come without me," Eddie growled. He started to pump his fist up and down Waylon's ruddy shaft. "Already wet. As soon as I put it in, you're ready to go? That's rude."

Waylon struggled not to come. It was an impossible task. Waylon swatted his hands against Eddie's bare chest in an ineffectual attempt to gain his attention. "Stop...your hand. If you keep touching me I'll finish."

"Definitely not stopping," grinned Eddie, still stroking Waylon with increased speed. "I like it best when I'm inside of you while you're holding back like this."

Waylon's head lolled back. He panted, moaned, struggled to breathe. Eddie just panted out laughter. "Are you in some kind of pain? Feel like you're dying?" asked Eddie, leaning down to whisper hotly against Waylon's flushed ear. "You're drooling."

Waylon gurgled in response, unable to register that spit was dripping out of his slack mouth and tears spilling from his eyes. It was too much. Eddie was too much.

"You feel so good," moaned Eddie. The sentiment made Waylon whimper and writhe anew. The punishing thrusts became erratic. Eddie closed his eyes and groaned as he spilled deep inside of Waylon. The cry that escaped Waylon was broken and hoarse. He screamed out in relief as he finally let go and coated himself with his own release. Eddie gave a tired grin as he pulled out of Waylon before falling face down onto the bed next to him.

Waylon could not move. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. His own seed was drying across his stomach and dress, and Eddie's slowly seeping out of his hole.

Eddie lifted himself up on one elbow and grinned at Waylon. "You look satisfied."

Waylon tried to form coherent words, but failed. Eddie laughed and dropped his head back down on the pillow.

"Eddie," Waylon finally managed, turning to look at Eddie lying on their rented bed.

"Hmm," Eddie vocalized, not bothering to lift his head.

"Earlier...at the dance," Waylon's voice was barely a whisper, and he almost lost his nerve and dropped the subject, but somewhere he found the courage. "...were you jealous?"

"Hmm," Eddie grumbled, turning his head so that Waylon could look into his bright blue eyes. The two boys stared for several heartbeats. "I forget."

"Don't forget," Waylon said. His large eyes were tired but imploring. Eddie had to look away.

"So what if I was," Eddie said into the pillow.

Waylon scooted his body closer, draping an arm around Eddie's shoulders. "I'm glad," he whispered before nuzzling his sweaty face into the crook between Eddie's neck and shoulder.

Eddie turned and wrapped his arms around Waylon's waist, pulling him close—holding him tight. They stayed pressed together for several minutes as their breathing calmed from their activities.

"You scare me sometimes," Eddie said, his words muffled against the skin on Waylon's shoulder.

"There's nothing scary," Waylon whispered gently against Eddie's neck. Neither remembered falling asleep, nor letting go of the other.

In the middle of the night, Waylon woke up suddenly to find Eddie thrashing in the bed. An indecipherable jumble of words forced itself from between clenched teeth. His entire body shone with sweat—the sheets were soaked with it. Waylon stared in horror for a few moments while the thrashing resumed.

"Shhhh," whispered Waylon in the dark motel room. He reached out and wrapped his arm around Eddie. He resisted the embrace, but Waylon locked his hand on Eddie's shoulder, tightly. "Eddie, wake up. It's okay. You're okay."

There was no response. If anything, Eddie grew stiffer, more distressed, his breathing came in shallow, jagged breaths. A high pitched whine escaped his trembling lips.

"Eddie," Waylon whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. He planted a gentle kiss on Eddie's clammy cheek. "You're okay. Wake up, Eddie."

When Eddie finally woke, his eyes snapped open and his chest seized as his eyes darted around the room. He gasped and gurgled simultaneously. It felt as though every muscle in his body quivered.

"You're okay," reiterated Waylon, kissing Eddie's temple gently. "It was just a dream."

Eddie stopped struggling and deflated on the motel bed. Waylon pushed up on an elbow and leaned over Eddie, brushing the wild strands of sweaty black hair out of Eddie's still terrified eyes. "Shh," he whispered, kissing Eddie's face again.

Eddie clenched his eyes shut and held still for several moments as his breathing regulated. Waylon wanted to ask what had happened, but if it had such a profound reaction from Eddie it was probably best not to relive it at that time. A quick glance at the motel clock showed it was still the wee hours of the morning. Plenty of time to go back to sleep and rest together. Eddie rolled onto his side and pulled Waylon closer until their foreheads were touching.

"You really do scare me..." Eddie whispered into the stillness of their motel room.

"Even though I saved you from a scary dream?" asked Waylon, trailing his fingers across Eddie's clammy chest.

"Because you did..."

The two boys fall back asleep, wrapped in one another.