He's even more disappointed when the heater and Christmas lights that adorned his cramped trailer shut off, leaving him in the cool dark to his thoughts and a messy hand.
Travis wipes himself off with the sheets on his cot and gets up with a groan, tripping over half-eaten takeout and ruffled clothing. He reaches for his cell phone at the foot of his bed and switches on the screen to examine the light socket in the wall. It was definitely shot. "Son of a bitch," he muttered. The last time this happened, he wasn't able to get the power back on for a solid week and he sure as hell wasn't going to sit in this freezing box with no heat or electricity. He groaned again. Now what in the hell was he going to do?
Wes.
No.
That was just something awful waiting to happen. And Travis doubted the man would even let him stay in his suite for longer than a few hours at most if he could help it. He plopped back down onto the cot and rubbed at his face. Travis didn't have many options. So he called Wes.
Damn that asshole for not picking up. For all the time he and Wes had been friends, he had always answered his phone. If that wasn't a sign Travis didn't know what was.
"-leave your message after the tone." God even Wes' voicemail had Travis licking his lips.
"Uh, hey Wes um," Travis scratched his chin at a loss for words. It was almost funny; he was always quick to jab and poke fun at Wes, but when it came to just leaving a message, Travis had no idea what to say. The silence trudged on for a few more seconds. He took a deep breath. "The power in my place went out and uh, I kinda need somewhere to crash for just a few days so..." He trailed off, eyes falling to his feet. "Ya, it'd be really cool if you'd let me stay with you, y'know for just a couple of days. Guess that's all, bye Wes." He hung up the phone and tossed it across the room.
Wes froze with a hand wrapped around his cock when he felt his phone vibrate violently in the back pocket of his slacks. Was it Alex? She never called unless she needed something which was rare.
Was it Travis..?
Wes bit his lip and pulled the mobile out his pocket. It was. Wes breathed out an uneasy laugh. Here he was, fingers fisted around his member and Travis' name on his lips.
It was a long day! Wes had thought as soon walked through the door. And what better way to unwind than to just lay atop the crisp white sheets of his bed and reacquaint himself with his hand. It wasn't a daily thing, no, it was incredibly hard not to think about Alex at times like these and when he did, the want to pleasure himself died quickly. But this time, it was different. When he slid his hand into his briefs and gripped at his sex, there was nothing on Wes' mind, and he welcomed that. And as the minutes ticked by, he recalled how weird it was back at the precinct today.
He'd notice from his peripherals the way Travis' eyes lingered on him. First he paid no mind to it, thinking Travis was merely lost in thought and was staring into space. When Wes would turn to his computer and fumble with the controls, he could feel that stare on his neck, seeping right through his skin and it just made him shudder. Again, he paid no mind and let off an aloof expression.
But Wes couldn't shake what happened right before he left for the day. Wes' eyes were shut but all he could see was that strong stubbly jaw and those incredible blue eyes fixated on his lips. Travis was just so close so damn close that Wes could feel the heat just radiating from his chest. Could even feel the hot puff of air against his nose that Travis excelled when he put the five dollar bill in Wes' hand. Travis had said something, but he didn't register it and next thing he knew, Wes heard the doors shutting loudly in the silence of the empty precinct.
His hips moved of their own accord as he picked up the pace and squeezed himself as he pumped his cock.
Wes was not attracted to Travis. It was just his libido reacting to the close proximity they were in. Wes wasn't even attracted to men! But there was no denying the moan that slipped between his teeth when he pictured those plush lips attaching themselves to his throat, sucking a terribly large bruise on his skin. Wes gritted his teeth in frustration, convincing himself that the only reason Travis had entered his thoughts in a time like this was because Wes hasn't had sex in such a long time. He was man, men liked sex. But sex with Travis...
And then the phone went off and nearly scared him to death.
He almost answered it, he really did but his hand just wasn't having it. It just stayed there stationary on his achingly red cock. When the vibrations finally died down, Wes jerked himself a few more times, coming with a soft cry all over his stomach. Then, he just felt sick to his stomach. He had just gotten off to the thought of Travis.
The next day was a Saturday and Wes had finally gotten around to checking his voicemail.
It'd be really cool if you'd let me stay with you.
Wes groaned loudly. Really? Was this actually happening to him right now of all times? Sex deprived and hormones all over the place, Wes just couldn't handle the very person walking into his sexual fantasies living with him for a few days. Wes chewed on the indie of his cheek as he listened to the voice message again. He never really noticed how. . .alluring Travis' voice was. Deep, and fluctuated often when he spoke. Wes didn't understand why he went to his contacts and dialed Travis' number because he was not letting Travis stay with him. The phone rang once.
He's just going to mess up his room and eat all his damn food!
A second time.
He wouldn't even have a place to sleep!
Another time.
They could share his bed – it was large enough.
"Hello?" Travis' voice was low; almost sleepy like.
"I just got your voicemail this morning," Wes stated.
"And your answer?" His tone sounded almost hopeful.
"Well, I don't see why not." There was no turning back now. Silence hung in the air for a few moments until Wes heard rustling on the other end of the phone and Travis finally said "I'll be there later tonight, and hey, cook me up something real nice kay? Since I am your guest and all." Wes could practically feel that shit-eating grin.
Wes snorted. "Bring your own food." Travis' laugh was hearty and Wes couldn't help but smile a little.
"I've got an idea, how 'bout, I cook you up something to eat, y'know as a thank you for letting me stay at your place for a bit."
"You, cooking, for me? That's hilarious!"
"I'm serious! I've got many layers to me man, and being an excellent cook is one of them. Get ready to be wowed." Travis sounded pretty confident, but that was how Travis was about everything. "I won't take no for an answer," he said sternly.
Like he's in any position to give orders! Alas Wes found himself agreeing and taking Travis up on his offer.
They talked for a little longer – just of aimless things and Wes thought it was nice. He didn't really have any real friends besides Travis, and even that felt like it was enough. He was what filled the void that Alex had created in him.
Wes eventually hung up and looked around his painfully clean room with hands on his hips. Where is he going to sleep… he thought to himself. Travis has been here enough times to know that the loveseat was far too small for someone with his frame, and he just couldn't see Travis sleeping on the floor. They'll cross that bridge when they get there.