YAY 5 AM FIC: RPS AU TRAVIS/AJ IDEK OK?
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withimpunityTitle: Trapped Deep In Me
Pairing: RPS AU AJ Buckley/Travis Wester
Rating: Adult
Words: 2134
Summary: Highschool AU. Some people are oblivious to the fact that they're a freak; Travis wishes like hell he was one of those type of people
Notes: I know, I know. Wtf, mate. IDEK. Blame it on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"It's Gabe's party, we have to go." AJ says to him and he's using that tone, the one that Travis knows he can't say no to even before AJ gets done talking. "It'll be fun."
"Yeah okay," Travis agrees, like he ever had a choice,
Gabe's party really is pretty awesome, Travis has to admit. There's live music, plenty of keg to go around, and everyone's stoned out of their head, which makes the atmosphere pretty pleasant to be in. Gabe welcomes them and they follow him to the den after grabbing a beer, Chad's already rolling a joint for each of them.
"Dude," Travis says, smiling like its Christmas morning and he's got a tree full of presents. "You do know its your birthday, not ours. Right?"
Gabe just grins and pats Travis on the back. "I'm into charity," he says, motioning for Travis and AJ to have a seat. "Its my new thing."
"Gabe, I love you, man." AJ sighs happily, and flops down on the sofa next to Travis, elbows brushing, shoulders touching. He's not sure when they became this comfortable with each other, always needing to touch and be touched; he thinks it was sometime in 1999.
"Oh, hell. There's only enough for three, somebody'll have to share," Chad says; his eyes are already tinged pink and bloodshot, but then again, Travis can't really remember a time they weren't. He makes a note to ask Chad what color his eyes really are later.
"Me and Trav will," AJ says, glancing at Travis. "That cool?"
"Yeah," Travis swallows, and his eyes maybe linger on AJ's mouth a little longer than they should. "Yeah, its cool."
Each time AJ takes a hit, he tastes Travis, sugary-sweet with just a hint of sour from the candy he ate on the way over. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to Travis' mouth, pink, full lips, sour crystals clinging to the tiny corners of his mouth; AJ's tongue subconsciously darts out to lick them away, and Travis' giggling pulls him out of his thoughts.
"You look like an asshole," Travis laughs, reaching over to steal the joint back from AJ, but AJ holds it out of his reach. "Douche, give it to me."
"Nah," AJ replies, cheshire grin stretching across his face. "You ever shotgunned anybody, Trav?"
Travis blinks. "No. Why?"
AJ's gaze doesn't leave Travis' as he inhales again, filling his lungs with all the smoke. Then his fingers curl around the back of Travis' neck, the tiny hairs slick against his skin with sweat, and he pulls Travis' mouth against his. He watches Travis close his eyes, feels his lips part against his mouth, and AJ exhales into him, feeling Travis' chest expand against his own.
"Oh fuck," Travis replies a minute later, slumping against AJ until his head is laying in his lap. AJ rests his hand on top of Travis' head, stroking his hair, the back of his neck as he finishes off the rest. Travis is staring up at the ceiling like he's waiting for it to say something profound, and AJ's thumb slips, right into the corner of Travis' mouth, and Travis' lips fall open, his eyes gently closing as he sucks AJ's thumb into his mouth.
"Oh fuck," AJ says, because apparently its his turn.
Travis is in the kitchen filling up two clear plastic cups with beer from the keg, arguing with someone he's never met before about which Call of Duty is better, World at War or Modern Warfare, while searching for the bag of Cheetohs Gabe said were in a cabinet somewhere. Munchies are a whore, he thinks as he searches, and his tongue darts out, wetting his dry lips. They taste like pot mostly, but underneath that, right on the tip of his tongue, is AJ, the taste of salty skin and rolling papers from when he kind of accidentally sucked AJ's thumb into his mouth. AJ had just giggled and wiped Travis' spit on his shirt, blaming it all on good weed and an even better high, but something in his eyes told Travis he knew what this thing between them was, that it wasn't just the good weed or the amazing high that had them all hard and breathing heavy. It was awkward though, so Travis had rolled off the couch as soon as he could, offering to get them both a beer. He was thirsty anyway.
There's a new person in the den when Travis gets back from his beer run, a girl in a short skirt and short shirt and long hair, her legs pulled up underneath her ass on the couch. In his spot.
"Here you go, man." Travis reaches out, handing AJ his beer. AJ smiles briefly, thanking him, then looks away. Meanwhile, short skirt and long hair looks like she's trying to crawl inside AJ's skin.
"Who's this?" Travis asks, waving his cup at the blond.
"Oh. Um...Brandy? Brandy." AJ answers, seeming entirely unsure. "She's a friend of Chad's, stopped in to see if we had any of the good stuff left." Travis watches her hand slide up and down AJ's thigh. "Chad's looking to see if he has anymore. Apparently he's got secret stashes all over Gabe's house."
"Oh," Travis says, taking a sip from his cup. He wipes the ring of beer off his top lip with the back of his hand, wiping that on his shirt. "Yeah, that sounds like Chad."
When Chad gets back, he makes it clear that he could only scrounge up enough for one joint. "That's okay," Travis says, tearing his eyes away from where Brandy's blood red fingernails just slipped beneath the hem of AJ's shirt. "AJ's really good at sharing."
He ignores AJ's call as he walks down the stairs. He's not nearly drunk enough for this.
Travis can't ever remember a time in his stupid, pathetic life when he felt like he actually belonged somewhere, like someone actually wanted him. He's always been a freak and he's always known that, which sucks. Some people are oblivious to the fact that they're a freak; Travis wishes like hell he was one of those type of people. Instead, he's in love with his best friend, who hello is a guy, and keeps getting dragged to parties where he knows he's just going to have to watch AJ make out with another bleach blond whore until he gets too drunk to get it up and he ends up carrying him up to his room and changing shirts because AJ's puked all over him.
Stupid and pathetic, that's his life.
"I'm fucking tired," Travis slurs, waving his half empty cup around. "And m'not a freak."
Then he finds the first willing body he comes across and drapes himself over the guy, sucking and mouthing at his skin and it tastes nothing like AJ, tastes bitter and strong, and the guy's hands are all over him, touching him, his skin, touching where only AJ's hands have touched him before and Travis wants it to stop.
"Stop," he thinks he says, but he's too drunk and it just comes out a slurred combination of consonants, nothing anyone cares about. Then he starts crying, because it just seems like the right thing to do. Its all he can do. How did this happen? He's a good person, why can't he just be normal like everyone else? Then everything is spinning and Travis feels like he's falling. It takes him a minute before he realizes he's actually being pulled off the guy.
"Asshole!" Somebody yells really loud. "If you ever fucking touch him again, I'll kill you!"
"AJ?" Travis asks, because he knows that voice. He's known that voice since he was eight years old and fell off his bike and the pretty boy across the street took care of his knee and told him his name was AJ and asked him to be more careful next time.
"Yeah," AJ says, wrapping his arms around Travis as far as they'll go. Travis burrows inside like he wants to suffocate himself in AJ. "Yeah, its me, Trav. Let's get the fuck out of here, okay?"
"Okay," Travis says, pressing his nose against AJ's shoulder, breathing in everything he loves. "Okay."
AJ gets Travis into the car and finally breathes. "Jesus, Travis." He says, scrubbing his face with his palms. "What the hell were you doing in there? That guy, he...Jesus."
"M'sorry," Travis mumbles, curling in on himself in the passenger seat. "Sorry, AJ. M'sorry."
"It's not your fault," AJ sighs, cradling his head in his hands. "I want to kill that asshole, I swear to God."
"S'my fault," Travis mutters. "Stupid, pathetic."
AJ yanks him up by his shirt, both hands fisted in the collar and holds him up. "Stop it, shut up," He snaps, staring into Travis' eyes. "I can't -- if something had happened to you -- fuck it."
When AJ kisses him, finally kisses him, its kind of everything Travis thought it would be like and nothing he thought it would be like, because you can't just imagine something like that in your head. Not something you've been wanting for years and years and finally get, no matter how fucked up the situation is or how drunk and high you are. When it finally happens, all of that fades away like a bad dream and suddenly everything is just so fucking clear. Travis will always remember how soft AJ's lips were, how sweet and warm he tasted, how he honest to God whimpered when AJ's tongue slipped past his lips and curled inside his mouth, pulling him in. It's the only thing that's ever mattered in his stupid, pathetic life that actually doesn't seem so stupid and pathetic anymore.
"God, I shouldn't-" AJ pulls away first. "You're drunk. Oh God, we're both so drunk. What if-"
Travis knows AJ is talking, mostly from watching his mouth move, from staring at his red, kiss-swollen lips, but he's not listening. His fingers are on AJ's fly and he can't stop, doesn't want to, not now. He can feel it now, that need he has; its inside of AJ too. He just knows. Travis kneels in the passenger seat floorboard and drags his mouth over AJ's belly where he's pushed his t-shirt up. AJ's saying something above his head, muttering meaningless words that mean nothing, but Travis doesn't hear him. He gets AJ's cock into his mouth and feels it, heavy and warm on his tongue, filling his mouth, and starts sucking him down.
"Oh my God," AJ moans above him, palming the back of Travis' head. "Travis -- oh God."
He maps out AJ's cock with his tongue, every tiny vein, every salty inch of silken skin. When AJ's fingers grasp for his hair, tugging, Travis sucks harder, takes him in deeper, and this time he does hear AJ's desperate cries, a cacophony of profanities spoken like a prayer. He hears AJ warn him, Fuckfuck, I'm gonna- but they're wasted words on Travis, who only sucks that much harder, spilling hot and sticky in his own jeans when AJ comes all down his mouth, letting some of it seep down his chin, refusing to take his mouth off of him until he's milked out the last drop.
"Trav," AJ exhales, clutching the collar of Travis's shirt in his hands, tugging on it to get him closer. Travis wipes his mouth with the back of his shirt sleeve and kisses him. It surprises him when AJ doesn't shy away from it, instead licking and eating at Travis' mouth like a starved man, his breath hot against Travis' face and neck.
"Hey," Travis says, sliding his hand up AJ's shirt to feel that warm skin beneath his palm. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," AJ tells him, because that's how its always been with him; all or nothing.
Travis bites his bottom lip. "Do you want me?"
"Travis, you idiot," AJ rolls his eyes. "You're all I've ever wanted."
He says it like there was never another choice and in that moment, Travis feels all the pieces slide together, like in a jigsaw puzzle, only it feels like its him being put together. For the first time in Travis' life, he feels whole.
"Yeah," he says, smiling against AJ's cheek. "Me too."
Pairing: RPS AU AJ Buckley/Travis Wester
Rating: Adult
Words: 2134
Summary: Highschool AU. Some people are oblivious to the fact that they're a freak; Travis wishes like hell he was one of those type of people
Notes: I know, I know. Wtf, mate. IDEK. Blame it on
bigfiction "It's Gabe's party, we have to go." AJ says to him and he's using that tone, the one that Travis knows he can't say no to even before AJ gets done talking. "It'll be fun."
"Yeah okay," Travis agrees, like he ever had a choice,
Gabe's party really is pretty awesome, Travis has to admit. There's live music, plenty of keg to go around, and everyone's stoned out of their head, which makes the atmosphere pretty pleasant to be in. Gabe welcomes them and they follow him to the den after grabbing a beer, Chad's already rolling a joint for each of them.
"Dude," Travis says, smiling like its Christmas morning and he's got a tree full of presents. "You do know its your birthday, not ours. Right?"
Gabe just grins and pats Travis on the back. "I'm into charity," he says, motioning for Travis and AJ to have a seat. "Its my new thing."
"Gabe, I love you, man." AJ sighs happily, and flops down on the sofa next to Travis, elbows brushing, shoulders touching. He's not sure when they became this comfortable with each other, always needing to touch and be touched; he thinks it was sometime in 1999.
"Oh, hell. There's only enough for three, somebody'll have to share," Chad says; his eyes are already tinged pink and bloodshot, but then again, Travis can't really remember a time they weren't. He makes a note to ask Chad what color his eyes really are later.
"Me and Trav will," AJ says, glancing at Travis. "That cool?"
"Yeah," Travis swallows, and his eyes maybe linger on AJ's mouth a little longer than they should. "Yeah, its cool."
Each time AJ takes a hit, he tastes Travis, sugary-sweet with just a hint of sour from the candy he ate on the way over. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to Travis' mouth, pink, full lips, sour crystals clinging to the tiny corners of his mouth; AJ's tongue subconsciously darts out to lick them away, and Travis' giggling pulls him out of his thoughts.
"You look like an asshole," Travis laughs, reaching over to steal the joint back from AJ, but AJ holds it out of his reach. "Douche, give it to me."
"Nah," AJ replies, cheshire grin stretching across his face. "You ever shotgunned anybody, Trav?"
Travis blinks. "No. Why?"
AJ's gaze doesn't leave Travis' as he inhales again, filling his lungs with all the smoke. Then his fingers curl around the back of Travis' neck, the tiny hairs slick against his skin with sweat, and he pulls Travis' mouth against his. He watches Travis close his eyes, feels his lips part against his mouth, and AJ exhales into him, feeling Travis' chest expand against his own.
"Oh fuck," Travis replies a minute later, slumping against AJ until his head is laying in his lap. AJ rests his hand on top of Travis' head, stroking his hair, the back of his neck as he finishes off the rest. Travis is staring up at the ceiling like he's waiting for it to say something profound, and AJ's thumb slips, right into the corner of Travis' mouth, and Travis' lips fall open, his eyes gently closing as he sucks AJ's thumb into his mouth.
"Oh fuck," AJ says, because apparently its his turn.
Travis is in the kitchen filling up two clear plastic cups with beer from the keg, arguing with someone he's never met before about which Call of Duty is better, World at War or Modern Warfare, while searching for the bag of Cheetohs Gabe said were in a cabinet somewhere. Munchies are a whore, he thinks as he searches, and his tongue darts out, wetting his dry lips. They taste like pot mostly, but underneath that, right on the tip of his tongue, is AJ, the taste of salty skin and rolling papers from when he kind of accidentally sucked AJ's thumb into his mouth. AJ had just giggled and wiped Travis' spit on his shirt, blaming it all on good weed and an even better high, but something in his eyes told Travis he knew what this thing between them was, that it wasn't just the good weed or the amazing high that had them all hard and breathing heavy. It was awkward though, so Travis had rolled off the couch as soon as he could, offering to get them both a beer. He was thirsty anyway.
There's a new person in the den when Travis gets back from his beer run, a girl in a short skirt and short shirt and long hair, her legs pulled up underneath her ass on the couch. In his spot.
"Here you go, man." Travis reaches out, handing AJ his beer. AJ smiles briefly, thanking him, then looks away. Meanwhile, short skirt and long hair looks like she's trying to crawl inside AJ's skin.
"Who's this?" Travis asks, waving his cup at the blond.
"Oh. Um...Brandy? Brandy." AJ answers, seeming entirely unsure. "She's a friend of Chad's, stopped in to see if we had any of the good stuff left." Travis watches her hand slide up and down AJ's thigh. "Chad's looking to see if he has anymore. Apparently he's got secret stashes all over Gabe's house."
"Oh," Travis says, taking a sip from his cup. He wipes the ring of beer off his top lip with the back of his hand, wiping that on his shirt. "Yeah, that sounds like Chad."
When Chad gets back, he makes it clear that he could only scrounge up enough for one joint. "That's okay," Travis says, tearing his eyes away from where Brandy's blood red fingernails just slipped beneath the hem of AJ's shirt. "AJ's really good at sharing."
He ignores AJ's call as he walks down the stairs. He's not nearly drunk enough for this.
Travis can't ever remember a time in his stupid, pathetic life when he felt like he actually belonged somewhere, like someone actually wanted him. He's always been a freak and he's always known that, which sucks. Some people are oblivious to the fact that they're a freak; Travis wishes like hell he was one of those type of people. Instead, he's in love with his best friend, who hello is a guy, and keeps getting dragged to parties where he knows he's just going to have to watch AJ make out with another bleach blond whore until he gets too drunk to get it up and he ends up carrying him up to his room and changing shirts because AJ's puked all over him.
Stupid and pathetic, that's his life.
"I'm fucking tired," Travis slurs, waving his half empty cup around. "And m'not a freak."
Then he finds the first willing body he comes across and drapes himself over the guy, sucking and mouthing at his skin and it tastes nothing like AJ, tastes bitter and strong, and the guy's hands are all over him, touching him, his skin, touching where only AJ's hands have touched him before and Travis wants it to stop.
"Stop," he thinks he says, but he's too drunk and it just comes out a slurred combination of consonants, nothing anyone cares about. Then he starts crying, because it just seems like the right thing to do. Its all he can do. How did this happen? He's a good person, why can't he just be normal like everyone else? Then everything is spinning and Travis feels like he's falling. It takes him a minute before he realizes he's actually being pulled off the guy.
"Asshole!" Somebody yells really loud. "If you ever fucking touch him again, I'll kill you!"
"AJ?" Travis asks, because he knows that voice. He's known that voice since he was eight years old and fell off his bike and the pretty boy across the street took care of his knee and told him his name was AJ and asked him to be more careful next time.
"Yeah," AJ says, wrapping his arms around Travis as far as they'll go. Travis burrows inside like he wants to suffocate himself in AJ. "Yeah, its me, Trav. Let's get the fuck out of here, okay?"
"Okay," Travis says, pressing his nose against AJ's shoulder, breathing in everything he loves. "Okay."
AJ gets Travis into the car and finally breathes. "Jesus, Travis." He says, scrubbing his face with his palms. "What the hell were you doing in there? That guy, he...Jesus."
"M'sorry," Travis mumbles, curling in on himself in the passenger seat. "Sorry, AJ. M'sorry."
"It's not your fault," AJ sighs, cradling his head in his hands. "I want to kill that asshole, I swear to God."
"S'my fault," Travis mutters. "Stupid, pathetic."
AJ yanks him up by his shirt, both hands fisted in the collar and holds him up. "Stop it, shut up," He snaps, staring into Travis' eyes. "I can't -- if something had happened to you -- fuck it."
When AJ kisses him, finally kisses him, its kind of everything Travis thought it would be like and nothing he thought it would be like, because you can't just imagine something like that in your head. Not something you've been wanting for years and years and finally get, no matter how fucked up the situation is or how drunk and high you are. When it finally happens, all of that fades away like a bad dream and suddenly everything is just so fucking clear. Travis will always remember how soft AJ's lips were, how sweet and warm he tasted, how he honest to God whimpered when AJ's tongue slipped past his lips and curled inside his mouth, pulling him in. It's the only thing that's ever mattered in his stupid, pathetic life that actually doesn't seem so stupid and pathetic anymore.
"God, I shouldn't-" AJ pulls away first. "You're drunk. Oh God, we're both so drunk. What if-"
Travis knows AJ is talking, mostly from watching his mouth move, from staring at his red, kiss-swollen lips, but he's not listening. His fingers are on AJ's fly and he can't stop, doesn't want to, not now. He can feel it now, that need he has; its inside of AJ too. He just knows. Travis kneels in the passenger seat floorboard and drags his mouth over AJ's belly where he's pushed his t-shirt up. AJ's saying something above his head, muttering meaningless words that mean nothing, but Travis doesn't hear him. He gets AJ's cock into his mouth and feels it, heavy and warm on his tongue, filling his mouth, and starts sucking him down.
"Oh my God," AJ moans above him, palming the back of Travis' head. "Travis -- oh God."
He maps out AJ's cock with his tongue, every tiny vein, every salty inch of silken skin. When AJ's fingers grasp for his hair, tugging, Travis sucks harder, takes him in deeper, and this time he does hear AJ's desperate cries, a cacophony of profanities spoken like a prayer. He hears AJ warn him, Fuckfuck, I'm gonna- but they're wasted words on Travis, who only sucks that much harder, spilling hot and sticky in his own jeans when AJ comes all down his mouth, letting some of it seep down his chin, refusing to take his mouth off of him until he's milked out the last drop.
"Trav," AJ exhales, clutching the collar of Travis's shirt in his hands, tugging on it to get him closer. Travis wipes his mouth with the back of his shirt sleeve and kisses him. It surprises him when AJ doesn't shy away from it, instead licking and eating at Travis' mouth like a starved man, his breath hot against Travis' face and neck.
"Hey," Travis says, sliding his hand up AJ's shirt to feel that warm skin beneath his palm. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," AJ tells him, because that's how its always been with him; all or nothing.
Travis bites his bottom lip. "Do you want me?"
"Travis, you idiot," AJ rolls his eyes. "You're all I've ever wanted."
He says it like there was never another choice and in that moment, Travis feels all the pieces slide together, like in a jigsaw puzzle, only it feels like its him being put together. For the first time in Travis' life, he feels whole.
"Yeah," he says, smiling against AJ's cheek. "Me too."
