Travis greeted his father, walking politely past him when he got home, hands behind his back, but as soon as he knew he wasn't in the man's line of sight, and out of earshot of him, he ran to his room, closing the door quietly, jumping into bed, and hugging his pillow. He was acting weak, happy over a blowjob. Happy over a boy. His boy. He was his now, and his father couldn't get in the way. He was almost eighteen, the year you get to move out, leave the nest. Hopefully by that point he'll have grown some and actually confessed about who he really is. Hopefully.
He changed out of his purple sweater and white dress shirt, grabbing a T-shirt from his closet, and throwing it on, leaving his shorts as they were. Goddammit, he felt so happy. So complete. Fuck his father, fuck anyone trying to get in his way, this was his life. This was his life, and his boy.
"Honey," His mother walked in, wearing her work clothes, holding a suitcase. His father came in soon after, in the same sort of attire. "Ready to be on your own for a week?" She kissed his forehead, and squeezed him into a side hug. "Mom, I'm seventeen." He laughed. "But yeah, thanks for letting me stay." His father smiled. "We wouldn't want you missing your education." His mother now nudged his shoulder. "Or that pastor boy." She winked, and he felt heat swarm to his cheeks. "Mom." She giggled. "Right, sorry. Just friends." He sighed. "He's probably cute, he has a nice voice, I guess." Her smile widened. "Awh, our little Phil has got a crush!" The blush swarmed to his ears. "Don't you have work to get to?" He asked, clearly embarrassed.
She squeezed his shoulder again. "Foods in the fridge, okay?" He nodded. "Yeah, okay." And with that and a hug from his dad, they were off. He pulled out his phone.
Philip:
Travvvvv
Travis:
Philllllll
Philip:
TrAviSsSss
Travis:
WhAt iS iT mY dAds GonNa CatCh mE oN mY PhOnE YoU fUcKEr
Philip:
this gay boys about to become a very very gay man
Travis:
Oh wow, tell me something I don't know
Philip:
alright then asshat
Philip:
i'm fucking the pastor boy
Travis:
He's probably hurt your texting me in the middle of it then
Philip:
not rn smart guy, tomorrow
Travis:
You have his number?
Philip:
no, i kissed him in a bathroom stall
Travis:
Without context that sounds sort of concerning
Travis:
Also did you know that I don't have context and that was the most concerning thing I've heard all day?
Philip:
whatever man just know that if i come to school on thursday with a guy by my side then you know he finally trusts me
Travis:
I f
Philip:
huh?
Travis:
You said he doesn't like to show his face so
Philip:
oh yeah, if
Philip:
only if he's comfortable with it
Travis:
Mhm
Philip:
u should probably go b4 ur dad sees
Travis:
Yeah
Philip:
bye
Travis:
See you
The bonde woke up early. Confessions started in the morning, and at night. He sat in that shack from four in the morning, answering to people, doing his job as the son of the priest. Then all of the sudden a blue mess of hair waltzed back in. "Hi~" He cooed, leaning into the window. "I said five at night, not five in the morning." Travis answered, feeling a slight nervousness creep toward him. "I'm just going to stash my bandanas here, I brought rope."
"But while I'm here, I've sinned." Travis smirked. Of course, one of his little dirty jokes. "Alright. What is the sin you have committed?" He heard a light laugh come from Phil. "I fell in love with you." And with that, Phil opened the window, through the small crack there was to do it, revealing he was wearing a blindfold. "Hide these, okay?" He shoved a plastic bag at the blonde. "Phil-" Philip put a finger to his mouth. "I can't see you, we're good."
"You're an idiot." The window closed. "I'm your idiot." His.That sounded so nice. He smiled, shoving the bag in a box and stuffing it into the confession bench.
"Sir, after the confessions, would you allow me to have a study session with a close friend?" HIs father glared at him, but in an instant, his glare softened. "Actually, son" The word 'son' made him shiver. Never in his life had his father called him that. "I will be doing the confessions today, you need your grades up. Run along." Travis nodded, and gulped, walking out with his backpack. He sprinted down the hill, and to Phil's house, knocking on the door, and yelling 'wear a blindfold' at him.
He heard crashing, stumbling, but finally, he came down, opened the door, and greeted him. "Hi!" He started, holding a grin. "Are you okay?.." Phil nodded. "Just some vases, uh- whatever, it's chill." Travis smiled, and kissed him quickly on the lips, then walked in. "Want me to lead you back up?" Philip shrugged. "Is it gonna be a lot of trouble?"
"No, um. No. It isn't." The blonde led him back upstairs, into his room, and sat them both on the bed. "Thanks," Philip muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Mhmm." He hummed in response. It stayed silent. The bluenette shifted awkwardly, but was led into a pleasant kiss, leading to him being pushed down onto the cushiony surface of his bed. "I'm at a disadvantage with this blindfold-" He cut himself short as a warm sensation carrassed his collarbone. "Ohh," He mumbled, tilting his chin up. "Hmm~ I'm starting to think I should give you a pet name.." He stopped at his neck-work, laughing. "Call me whatever you want, you're going to be yelling it in a moment."
He yanked Travis' dress shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss. "I may call you sugar." He shrugged. "You cheesy fuck." He giggled into the next kiss. "You adorable piece of shit." Phil responded, letting his tongue slowly trickle into the other's mouth. "If you think you're going to be able to dominate me with a blindfold on, you're truly an absolute dumbass."
"I'm your dumbass though, you know that, right?" He let go of his grip in the kiss, pulling away and setting his mouth close to the blonde's ear. "I'm all yours, sugar." Travis could feel his grip on him untighten, and he was flipped over. "Would it be okay if you were all mine?" The bluenette pressed the other teen's body down onto the mattress, digging his mouth into the crook of his neck. The blindfold came undone, revealing his closed eyes. "I won't look. I promise I won't, okay?" His eyes remained closed. "Just…" He took a moment to throw off his sweater. "Please keep your promise. I don't want you to stop." He unbuttoned his dress shirt. "Okay?" Phil buried his face in his chest. "I would never do something you aren't comfortable with me doing, sugar…"
"Thank you.."
Philip yawned, his eyes flickering open, and spotting blonde hair strewn across his chest. He immediately closed them. Fuck. "Phil..?" He gulped. He had no idea who they were but he hated the fact that he'd just opened his eyes without thinking. You seriously are a fucking dumbass, man, really? "Yeah, blondie?" He froze. Could you honestly be any worse at this?
"Um.." Philip pulled his hands over his eyes. "I-i'm sorry, I know- I just, I woke up, and I opened my eyes, and I-I- um-" He felt a kiss planted on his lips. "It's um, it's cool. Be completely honest with me though, do you know who I am-" He shook his head. "All I saw was blonde hair!" Travis flinched, getting up and putting on his discarded clothes that laid all over the floor. "I'll talk to you on Sunday.. Okay?"
"I'm sorry, sugar." He mumbled out, burying his face in his knees. "It's okay, I'm not, like, mad- I know you're telling the truth. I just have to go, my father will notice already that I've been gone." Phil nodded. "Sunday, then..?" The blue-haired teen asked. "At the confessional, yeah. I'll see you." He felt a smile through his words. "Bye, and, uh.." He smirked. "Tried to be gentle, but don't run and break your legs after last night, kay'?"
"Sure, asshole."