On The Surface

Own You

Kissing Eddie was so relaxing and enjoyable, it made it almost impossible for Waylon to leave the bed and finally return to his apartment he shared with Lisa.

"I'm a little surprised to see you. Not out with Miles?" Waylon asked as he walked in, set down his keys, and joined Lisa on the couch.

"He's in super work mode about this fire. He says the news isn't covering it right. He says there is some kind of cover-up happening. He's a really...passionate guy, when it comes to his work," Lisa said.

"That's putting it mildly. The first few times I met him, I thought he was one of those delusional people who believed in alien abductions and Bigfoot," Waylon said, and Lisa just gave him a smirk. "I'm starting to think he's not that way now, but at first. You know." Waylon tried to grab for the remote to change it off of whatever trash reality television Lisa had it on, but she was too quick and pulled it out of reach. "So are you and him going to get serious you think?"

"Maybe," said Lisa in a singsong voice with an exaggerated flutter of her eyelashes. "Why? Did he say something about me?"

"What? No, I only talked to him today during the whole fire fiasco. He was..." Haunted? Disturbed? Livid? "Distracted," he finished, lamely. "So anyways. We need to talk Lis. I know the end of the lease is coming up, but I think I am going to move out some of my furniture early. Start sleeping over at the shop."

"Things are that serious with Eddie, huh?" she asked, suddenly more interested in the reality soap-opera of Waylon's life than the television women who were slapping each other for some reason.

"They...might be, yeah," Waylon smiled. "I really like him."

"He feels the same way?" Lisa asked.

"He...yeah, I think he does," Waylon nodded, avoiding her blue eyed gaze that was studying his every movement for some body language hints of things Waylon wasn't saying out loud.

"You guys have sex?" She asked the million dollar question.

"Yes," Waylon admitted, feeling his entire face go warm. "We have slept together. More than once."

"Oh my God! Way! Wow, okay, so was it good? Do you like it? Is it everything you always dreamed it could be?" Lisa's girlish enthusiasm made Waylon feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Well, uh, yeah I guess. I do really enjoy it with Eddie," Waylon mumbled, unable to keep a dumb smile off of his face. "It's...pretty hot."

"Who's the top and who's the bottom?!"

"Wow. That is extremely personal," Waylon protested, which only made Lisa giggle.

"When you came out, and I had to think about you with a man, I always saw you as the one giving it. But then, when you started dating the biggest most muscular man I've ever met in person...well, I wondered if maybe you wouldn't be the one getting it instead."

Waylon laughed out loud. This was definitely the most awkward conversation he had ever had with Lisa. And they had been through a lot together. "I guess eventually I hope it's a kind of, give and take, ya know, swapping positions. God, this is hard to talk about with you."

"Interesting," grinned Lisa. "Way's a bottom. Hmm."

Waylon sighed, leaning back and trying to sink into the couch to hide his embarrassment. "That's not even the worst part." Since he was opening up to Lisa, might as well use the opportunity to talk about some of the issues he'd been facing. "Eddie is really into dresses and lingerie and that type of thing."

"Eddie dresses up like a woman?" Lisa gasped.

"No," Waylon said, taking a deep breath. "He dresses me like a woman."