A/N: This is just something I thought up one day after seeing my teacher play with her tie.
Touch
Travis holds his satin tie gently, running his fingertips along its edges. Compulsively.
"Why do you keep touching your tie like that?" Alex asks, staring at him oddly, in which Travis smiles and replies,
"Because I like it."
-.-.-.-.
Travis grips the steering wheel lightly, fingering the threads sewn into its curves. Obsessively.
"Why do you hold the steering wheel like that?" Alex asks, watching him in slight annoyance, in which Travis grins and replies,
"Because I like it."
-.-.-.-.
Travis carries his gun carefully, stroking up the metallic barrel. Repeatedly.
"Why do carry your gun like that?" Alex asks, observing with curiosity, in which Travis beams and replies,
"Because I like it."
-.-.-.-.
Travis touches Alex softly, sliding his hands down his thin sides and chest. Possessively.
"Why are you touching me like this?" Alex asks, looking anywhere else, in which Travis smirks and replies,
"Because I like you."
-.-.-.-.
end.