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This had been going on for a while and Travis just couldn't take it anymore. He could pretend to like Wes' boyfriend and pretend he didn't have feelings for his partner, but only for so long. He had always known there was something between him and Wes', but never realized his feelings until he was with someone else. It was irritating the hell out of him, the fact that he couldn't just walk right up to the blonde and kiss away every trace of that boyfriend of his, like he had many times in his dreams.

It had been exactly a week since Travis found out about Will. It was getting harder and harder to hide his dislike for him. As the days went by, he started tuning Wes out, rolling his eyes, and changing the subject whenever his boyfriend was mentioned. Wes had obviously noticed, but didn't say anything. He kept on going though, bringing up his boyfriend and smiling like a 5-year-old. He wanted to see how long it would take for him to snap. One day, he did.

"Can you go one fucking day without bringing him up? It's always Will did this and Will did that! What the hell man? The guy is obviously not that great, so I don't understand why you just can't see that! I swear if I hear his name one more fucking time, I will claw my eyes out and feed them to you personally."

Wes had just come over to drop off some of Travis' stuff to his house when he invited him in. With nothing else to do, he agreed. As they talked back and forth with some light conversation, it was then that Wes decided to bring up Will. That's when Travis had blew up. And Wes would rather die, then to not argue back.

"Will you calm down? If you didn't want to talk about him, that's all you had to say! Don't talk shit about him, when you don't know-"

"I don't need to know anything!" Travis yelled, standing up, along with Wes. "I think i'm a good enough judge of character to know who is an asshole, and who's not-"

"Oh fuck off!" Wes shouted back, getting closer to Travis' face. "You obviously are a horrible judge of character. You haven't even met him yet! Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You fuck off!" Travis shouted, pushing Wes, causing him to stumble back. "I'm sick and tired of pretending that I like this asshole. I DON'T. And I never will!"

Glaring at him, Wes had had enough. Turning around, Wes headed for the door.

"Fuck you, Travis!" Wes said, as he stormed towards the door. Before he made it there, Travis pulled him back. With his hand still grasped tightly around Wes' arm, he spoke.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Travis, let go of my arm."

"No, just tell me why? You and I both know you can do much better. Why do you insist on keeping this asshole around, when you know-"

"Why do you care so much? Huh, Travis?" Wes shouted, yanking his arm out of his grasp. "What I do, or better yet," He let out a dry, bitter laugh, "who I do, is none of your damn concern or business. So again, fuck off!"

With what he hoped were his last words, were not as he was turned around again and pushed up against the door behind him. There was a hand on his waist, and face being nuzzled into his neck that could only belong to Travis.

"You know you don't want me to fuck off..." Travis breathed into his neck.

"Oh really? So if you're so sure of what I want, what do I really want then?" Wes said, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"You want me." Travis stated, matter-of-fact-ly. As those words left his lips, he began leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw-line, to his lips.

As their lips finally met, Travis grabbed him by the waist and forced their bodies together. When Travis deepened the kiss and pushed Wes body up against the door, he couldn't help but smirk at the way Wes threw his head back and moaned his name.

"Told you so." Travis said as he began leaving marks along Wes' neck.

"Shut the hell up." Wes growled, as he wrapped his legs around Travis' waist and grinding into it as he led them to his bedroom.

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