a.n.: I am terrible with timelines T.T
I deeply apologize for everyone who waited, I have been busy lately. But better late than never, right? (:
P.S. This chapter is a bit different for others, there are jumps from one event to the other, but I hope you'll understand what I meant and will enjoy the story nevertheless.
Travis was carefully examining his own reflection in the mirror- who knew he'd look so damn good in black? It is amazing how clothes are able to change people, how one terribly uncomfortable suite can make a man look noticeably better. Looking at him now, no one could in million years have guessed what a terrible, terrible night he had had.
Sure, insomnia wasn't anything new for Travis (especially lately), but usually he'd get some delightful company to help him carry through the night. This time it wasn't an option; this time the only person he would love to see by his side wasn't there, though the person promised to come back in the morning.
He said he would come back. He would not lie, would he? No, not Wes. One thing Wesley Mitchell never did was lie, at least, not to Travis. He might hide something, sure. But not lie. Don't get me wrong, he was completely capable of doing so, just could not be bothered- it is much easier to tell the truth than to make up believable lies, and putting in extra effort on behalf of such a task wasn't in Wesley's spirit.
Thoughts in Travis's head were somewhat similar to dog chasing his tale – they went in pointless circles.
He would remember every slightest movement of Wes's body, every expression on his beautiful face, every word, wondered what it could have meant; and once he reconstructed their short conversation in detail that only his detective's mind was capable of creating, and still wasn't able to figure out what the hack it all meant, he would begin from scratch, and when that wouldn't help, he would sigh, close his eyes and listen to the silence of the outside world, begging for sleep to come.
But it seemed Morpheus had better things to occupy himself with than to come to Travis's rescue, as he was left to suffer until sun rise.
Shortly after seven he heard a car pull up. Well, at least one of his concerns was officially of his shoulders- Wes was here. Well, sort of. Person who was waiting for him in the car looked like Wes, smelled like Wes and had Wes's clothes on, but looked to cheerful for Travis's liking. The way he greeted Travis was suspicious too, but then again maybe it was Travis's mind acting up - lack of sleep wasn't his best partner.
He should have trusted his instincts and jumped out of the car when he had the chance. Oh, he should have. Then he wouldn't have to stand here next to the Wes's look-alike in this ridicules piece of clothing. In defense of the tailcoat one must say that in fact it wasn't bad, but it was the 10th, the 10th tailcoat Wes made Travis try on.
Travis would feel better if his partner would express dislike of other nine candidates and Travis could argue with him, but on the contrary - Wes kept complimenting them: "This one looks good .." he would say with thoughtful expression on his face ""Turn around. Travis, you are not a windmill, turn slower so I can have a proper look. Yes... Could you try on the other one? I think it will compliment your eyes"
How another black tailcoat, which in Travis's world looked just like the previous one, would 'compliment his eyes'' was beyond his understanding, but he was not in the position to argue, especially after shop assistant, who has been kind and patient enough to tolerate them for what in Travis's mind was eternity, asked them what was the occasion and Wes smiled brightly and said "We are going to have a wedding."
Five suites and several hours later, Travis found himself once again in Wes's car, this time with a big box in his hand. Wes insisted he would be the one to pay, making Travis feel even more uncomfortable and shop assistant to give him a wink and wide grin. This is going to be a long day.
"What's wrong with my hair?!"
"That's a pointless question- there's nothing right with it"
"You know, Wes, no one ever complained!"
"Indeed, your I-just-rolled-out-of bed hair goes wonderfully with your grab-first-thing-I-see clothing style, but it's a tailcoat we're talking about, be quiet'' Wes saw Travis's silently fuming in the hairdressing chair.
He had nearly forgotten what a joy it was to annoy Travis, especially now, when he got certain power over him and Travis wasn't fighting back as hard as he would do otherwise.
"No complains? Good. I'll buy you a candy for being such a good boy" Wes grinned as he gave a sign to the hairdresser.
Travis found himself once again carefully examining mirror reflection, only this time it was not his own persona that fascinated him ( he had adapted to his new hairstyle, Wes saying it looked great might have something to do with it, though he still thought he looked a lot like a choir boy now.).
Besides him was Wes, his partner Wes, always-uptight-sarcastic-Wes looking gorgeous in his own tailcoat. ''Damn he is handsome'' Travis thought warm waves spreading all across his body.
"Man, you said we'd go to Amy's wedding! Where in the name of all that's holy have you brought me? Are you planning to hijack a wedding or something?" Considering yesterday went relatively normal-well, what in their world was considered normal- Travis was back to his charming and always confident self.
"mm?" Wes's eyebrow rose "I have not come to the wrong wedding if that's what you're implying"
"Are you sure, cause' the chick in the white dress, which I am assuming is the bride and not a very rude guest that enjoys wearing a veil, sure doesn't look like that annoying friend of yours'' Travis pointed out looking smug. Not sure what he enjoyed more- Wes being wrong or not seeing the girl today.
Just when he intended to inform Wes about his dilemma, the girl in question spotted them and approached his friend. Before he could blink, another unfamiliar, and to his extreme disapproval, beautiful woman was hugging his partner. Oh well, she's getting married anyways.
"Oh, thank you…" "..So beautiful.." Another friend of his? Doesn't look like a lawyer, to nice"..you were right about the orchids.. " "…delightful color" Look at them, having a small talk.. ". So good in white'' ''..your choose'' Travis managed to observe the scene from his position for awhile unnoticed, until he realised the noise stopped and he was the one under a microscope now.
"You are Travis, right?" He felt his eyes go wide on the mentioning of his name.
"Guilty, I admit" Travis pulled himself together, gave her one of his most charming smiles as kicked off from the wall to stand in front of them.
"Amy told me Wes would bring his boyfriend, but forgot to mention he was this good-looking." The girl said with a smile "Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to go find my fiancé now '' she said after a moment of silence, gave them another smile and went in the direction of the main hall.
"Wes…? Is that..is that true?" first shock was gone but Travis was still staring at his partner unable to blink.
"What are you referring to?''Blond said tilling his hip slightly ''you being handsome or you being my boyfriend?''
"The second part" Travis swallowed nervously.
"Well, do you have any objections to that? Though we have not as yet the negotiated terms of our new relationship, I find that the fact of us having it is indisputable.." Travis felt something in his chest loosen up and wide grin appear all across his face, when he noticed light shade of red on Wes's face.
"If you say so, Honey" Travis said before pulling Wes into their second kiss.
''This is going to be a long day'', Wes thought.
