Title: Line up your sights and shoot 'em all
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: Slash, language, spoiler for 1x05 "The T Word"
Notes: 2nd POV - Wes
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You breathe in, start to count your heartbeats, rest the muzzle against the column.
Travis sucks and nibbles at the hollow of your throat before moving downwards.
You exhale slowly, line up the sights.
You throw your head back as Travis does that thing with his tongue that completely unmakes you.
It's not until Jason has his gun aimed at Travis' head that you pull the trigger. And then Travis is looking over his shoulder and he sees you and he's dancing the line between grateful and shitshitshit.
You pull him up for a kiss and flip your positions, burying yourself in everything he's offering.
"I would've pulled the trigger," he says.
It's hard and fast and rough and you swallow each other's screams.
"I know," you look at him, "I was there to make sure you didn't have to."
Afterwards, you fall asleep entangled in each other - Travis carding his fingers through your hair as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
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