Chapter 10: Cleaning Yer Rifle Are Ya?

"Ha-" Travis gasped, allowing his body to sink into the bed. He panted, trying to regain his ragged breathing. He currently laid in Wes' bed, forehead and shirt slick with sweat.

Earlier on, Travis arrived back at the hotel, minus Wes, to grab something to eat. Before Travis knew it however, thoughts of Wes popped up in his mind when he reached the mayo for his sandwich.

Very dirty and intrusive thoughts.

Thoughts of Wes wrestling him in the bed the night before…

Things just went downhill from there.

Travis raced to Wes' room without thinking of the possible consequences, jumping into the bed to tame restless thoughts. But stopped himself mi-thought.

Wes would know if he tried anything like that. But…its so HARD not to. Travis seemed to get in an even bigger predicament at the thought of Wes catching him in the middle of….

Things went even further downhill from there.

Travis whipped out his equipment, taming the beast as leisurely as possible, until he became well spent.

When Travis was finally coherent enough he sat up, beginning to pull the rest of his pants and underwear off, dropping them to the floor nearby. He huffed as he removed the stained sheets from the bed, tossing them to his clothes below. He treaded over to his duffle bag, pulling out fresh clothes and deodorant.

Travis sighed again, but hopeful that he could get away with the biggest sin he committed, in Wes bed for that matter. The very same place, where the prissy perfectionist could sleep the troubles away from his pretty little head.

Since when did Wesley 'OCD' Mitchell become pretty?

Travis shook his head rapidly of the thought and stepped into the shower. He was tempted again to blast his pocket rocket until he heard Wes call out his name. It could not have been more than maybe 3 hours? Wes had been done with his date already?

Maybe it went badly and Wes decided he wasn't in love with Barbara anymore? Serves her right.

Travis cackled at the thought but stopped himself after a second. Why would he be happy about that?

He turned off the water, racing to put on his clothes before Wes entered his room.

"…vis? Travis? There you ar-Why are my bed sheets on the floor?"

"Sorry man, I was just eating a sandwich and mayo got everywhere"

Wes squinted at him. "You're lying"

"Why would I? See? I'm going to wash them now. My clothes got dirty too" Travis swiftly snatched the linens and his apparel from the floor. He grinned at a still suspicious-looking Wes.

"So, how was your date?"

"It was okay" Wes said doggedly, sitting on his bare bed. He looked at his shoes, then at Travis. "How were you?"

"Me? Oh, I was fine. Uh. Wanna watch a movie?" Travis suggested, albeit hopefully. He wanted to get his time in with Wes tonight.

"Sure, yeah. What do you have in mind?"

EDIT 6/17/13: I started feeling uncomfortable/hypocritical with this chapter sorry. So things are just inferred so it can still make sense instead. ._.