Part 2! Yeah, I have nothing witty to say after my day today. Enjoy, review, and let me know if I should keep writing them and any ideas you have. Help is much appreciated.

The ride from the crime scene to Alex's house or, depending on your view, Wes' old house was strangely silent. Travis found it unnerving, to say the least, especially considering the fact that the majority of time he spent with Wes consisted of arguing. He didn't see it as a welcome reprieve, but rather some sort of calm before the storm.

Before therapy, Travis had mentioned to Wes that he'd left his iPod at Alex's. Travis had planned to pick it up during the week, but the case that they had just wrapped up had left little time for anything else.

Wes sighed and started the engine, watching Travis get in and slouch in his seat. Surprisingly, Travis had been quiet for the entire ride. Wes had stayed quiet only because he was feeling off kilter in regards to Travis. He'd had a discussion earlier in the week with Alex about prior therapy sessions with Travis. He remembered exactly what he and Travis had talked about and why Alex had wanted to come to therapy so suddenly.

"Wes, you have to find a new obsession," Alex said as she stepped around him to enter the house. Wes followed at a slower pace, rambling about fertilizer and sun exposure until he suddenly fell silent. Alex looked back to find him staring at a picture hanging at eye level in the hallway; it was one of him and Travis at a training seminar their first year together. Alex had to smile at the faraway look on Wes' face and the slight curve of his lips that gave away how much he adored the picture.

"You know, you could just take that picture with you. It doesn't mean nearly as much to me," she said, sending him a meaningful look from the kitchen. The expression on Wes' face was unreadable.

"I, uh…I don't have anywhere to hang it," Wes trailed off lamely, running a hand through his hair as he walked to the kitchen counter.

"You would if you got a house…" Alex continued her dinner preparations, waiting for Wes to crack. After about five minutes, she got impatient and dove right in.

"When are you ever going to finally admit it to yourself?" she asked bluntly. Wes looked up sharply with a hint of panic in his eyes as he struggled for the right words.

"Admit what, Alex?" he deflected. He picked at the plant on the counter while avoiding her eyes.

"How stupid do you really think I am Wes? It's been over two years since our divorce, why won't you just admit you had a change of heart?"

"A change of heart? Alex I don't know what-"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the fact that you feel something more than partnership towards Travis and you keep denying it." Alex stopped chopping vegetables for a moment to get a good look at Wes. She was surprised to see the absent way in which he rubbed the band of his watch while shifting from one foot to the other. It was a tell she'd picked up on over time; the rubbing of his watch calmed him, but it meant that there was more to whatever was agitating him than he was letting on.

"Alex, I'm not having this discussion with you," he bit out, turning on his heel to head for the door. Her voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Wes, I'm not your wife anymore. You need to admit that there's something between the two of you before you lose him to someone else," Alex said.

Wes instantly rounded on her. "What do you mean lose him to someone else?" Wes asked heatedly. He stared at Alex with rage and worry warring in his eyes.

"He won't wait for you forever Wes. He's been waiting almost two years. Why do you think there's a flaw in every woman he dates? He's picking all the wrong people until the right one's available."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, Alex. Travis would never-" She held up a hand to stop his speech, turning away from him completely.

"If you want to pretend it isn't there, that's your choice, Wes, but let Travis go. Let him find someone that's willing to love him the way he deserves. But, just so you know, I think that you're the only one who can do that for him." Alex dropped her eyes to the counter as she felt the weight of Wes' stare on her. She felt a touch of worry that she might have ruined things between them before they even had a chance to start. She heard the rustling of fabric as Wes shoved his hands in his pockets and moved closer to the counter to get her attention.

"I can't talk about this with you Alex, no matter how much I may want to. It just doesn't seem right," he muttered softly and she just laughed.

"Wes, I've known there was something between you two since last year. Aside from Travis, who else would you talk to?" She smiled at him and he walked around to kiss her cheek. He sighed in her ear and moved away, looking over his shoulder at her.

"You really think all of this will work out?" he asked shyly, looking more like a young boy rather than himself. It was adorable to Alex, seeing what his feelings for Travis did to him. It was healthy she thought. He deserved the chance to be who he was without being afraid of what others may think.

"It's you and Travis, Wes; either you'll succeed or die trying together. I don't think I could believe in anything more than you two right now," she admitted, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"Why isn't this weird for you? I mean your ex-husband is into his partner…" Wes made a face as if to say it should all be too weird to even contemplate.

"You need to move on and you need to love somebody that will love you back completely. I couldn't imagine you with anyone else anymore. Even me."

"Thanks, Alex, for everything."

"You really want to thank me? Either let me sit in on a therapy session or buy a house, Wes." She told him. He just laughed and walked out, ignoring her. The last thing he wanted was Dr. Ryan and Alex alone together…

He shook his head as he thought about that conversation, and it had clicked that day with Travis when he'd said that Alex had asked to come. She was trying to push them together without actually pushing them together; he had to give her that, she was persistent and sneaky as smiled and chuckled as they came around the turn to see Alex's house.

"The hell are you laughing about?" Travis asked, shifting in his seat as the car came to a stop and Wes killed the engine.

"Nothing. Just thinking about something Alex said…" He got out of the car. Travis looked at him strangely before climbing out as well. Wes smiled slightly as he looked at his old house. He shook his head and made eye contact with Travis as he came up next to him. He and Travis were standing only a foot away from one another and Wes had the urge to grab Travis' hand and drag him inside. As if hearing his thoughts, Travis moved away from the car and headed toward the porch. He picked up the spare key from under a rock in one of the potted plants before sending Wes a perplexed look.

"Dude, you used to live here. I really doubt Alex exiled you to the curb, so get your ass in here." Travis turned and walked in, leaving the front door open, knowing Wes would follow him.

Wes made his way to the house at a leisurely pace, remembering word for word everything he and Alex had talked about. He closed the door softly behind him and leant against it as he noticed Travis stuck in the hallway, looking at the same picture that had stopped him almost a week ago. Travis sent him a look over his shoulder that Wes tried his hardest not to read into. He couldn't seem to help himself, though. Travis had a way of fitting a million words into a single glance and this one made Wes' stomach flip in the most exhilarating way. Travis then tilted his head slightly toward the picture, his eyes taking on a playful light as he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Didn't expect Alex to still have this picture," he said. His voice suggested there was more there than what he was saying. Wes shoved his hands in his pockets as well, pushing off the door to stand next to Travis. Travis shifted slightly so he leant against the opposite wall of the hallway, watching Wes move closer to the picture before looking over at him.

"Yeah she, uh, told me to take it next time I was around. I just haven't decided where it'd be going since hotels frown on you putting holes in their walls" he commented, watching the way Travis' eyes lit up at that statement.

"That's funny, I actually have that picture near my bed" he murmured, moving away from Wes and into the living room where his iPod sat on a stereo dock. Wes stared after him and rubbed the heels of his hands against his eyes. At best, he was getting mixed messages from Travis and it was doing funny things to his heart rate. He always said Travis would be the death of him. Wes followed him into the living room and watched him move towards the stereo.

"Yo, Wes, you think Alex would miss her Bose if I borrowed it for, oh, a month or so?" he asked rhetorically, waggling his eyebrows as he pressed play on the remote. Wes looked at him with amusement as the middle of L.T.D.'s "(Every Time I Turn Around) Back In Love Again" floated from the stereo. It was just loud enough that Wes had to raise his voice slightly to be heard.

"Yeah, Travis, I think she'd notice. Stop regressing to your kleptomaniac roots." Travis put a hand over his heart and gave him a wounded puppy look as he danced his way across the living room towards Wes. Wes just looked at him with a flat expression, as he got closer.

"You wound me Wes, really. Plus, I don't steal; I just used to borrow things for lengthy periods of time."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure the police believed that…"

"Man, loosen up. I know you shoot the 'white boys can't jump' theory to hell, so please tell me you have some sort of rhythm." Travis made a grab for Wes' left hand but he pulled his arms back at the last second, giving Travis a look before responding.

"I thought we were just picking up your iPod and leaving?" he asked, trying to buy some time, while subtly watching the way Travis' hips moved in time to the music. He knew that Travis knew he could dance and had ever since a drunken night out after Wes' divorce had been finalized. Travis gave him a knowing look, stalking closer. Wes kept backing up until he was trapped between Travis and the kitchen counter.

Wes sucked in a breath as Travis put his hands on the counter, effectively trapping Wes between his arms. The calculated gaze he was giving Wes was making him uneasy. Travis watched Wes squirm for a minute before standing up straight and crossing his arms over his chest. His smile made Wes' stomach clench in a nerve-racking way that he secretly enjoyed. The song ended and another began, which ended Travis' attention to Wes. He stepped back and started dancing, lost in the song. It irritated Wes that Travis was so easily distracted. A relationship with Travis might kill him, but at least he would have some sort of answer. This, whatever it was, was worse than having an answer one way or the other.

He tried to grab Travis' shoulder but he just dipped his shoulder and kept dancing, singing along to the song and waving his hands in the air. Wes tried to keep his grin at bay, but Travis kept moving and he had to laugh. As he watched him dance, Wes made a quick grab for the remote in Travis' left hand. Travis sent him an outraged look for a moment before he continued dancing.

Before talking to Alex, he would have never even considered telling Travis anything. But, Wes reasoned, if Travis really did want to be with him, they couldn't keep sidestepping the issue.

He pressed pause on the remote and Travis looked over at him sharply, silently questioning his sanity.

"Dude-"

"Shut up Travis and sit down, will you?" Wes asked, running a hand over his face and avoiding Travis' gaze. He was really going to do it, and it made him want to throw up. Travis looked at him cautiously, sitting on the stool at the counter. The height of the stool meant that Travis was only slightly shorter than Wes when he came to stand in front of him.

"Something wrong, man? You're starting to freak me out-" Wes rolled his eyes and immediately threw the remote on the couch behind him. He grabbed Travis' face just under the jaw with both hands. His heart pounded fiercely and his ears burned with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. Travis immediately shut up and froze, not sure what to make of the whole situation.

"Getting you to shut up is fucking impossible, did you know that?" Wes asked, watching the way Travis swallowed nervously and nodded slightly. The feeling of his hands moving with Travis' head amused Wes, despite the nerves settling in his gut at the fact that Travis was finally silent. He smiled and laughed; watching the way Travis just stared at him blankly.

"Wes, what are you-?"

Wes blew out a breath and pulled Travis' face slightly up towards his, his lips going to press a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Travis' eyes widened comically and his breathing increased. Wes smiled against his skin as he went to kiss the other corner of his mouth, holding his lips there a second longer before he pulled back a few inches to gauge Travis' reaction. Travis had his eyes closed and his hands fisted on his thighs, the knuckles white. Wes watched the muscles of his face move, but Travis kept his eyes shut. Wes dropped his hands immediately and started to freak out, thinking that Travis' stillness meant that it was a mistake. He shut his eyes and covered his face briefly before opening his mouth.

"Travis…Ah, fuck, can we just forget I-" His apology was cut short by Travis standing up suddenly. He stared intently at Wes with an almost predatory glint in his eyes. He moved into Wes' personal space. Wes backed up again until the back of his legs hit the other barstool. He sat down on it with a thump, giving Travis the height advantage this time. Wes looked up and tried to read the look Travis was giving him.

"What made you kiss me?" Travis asked. Wes hung his head in embarrassment and stayed silent. Travis repeated his question, but Wes remained silent, and it started to piss Travis off. The least Wes could do was answer his damn questions, considering the fact that he had changed the game by kissing him. Travis was shocked to say the least, but it didn't mean that he hadn't enjoyed it.

Honestly, it was just the fear that Wes was fucking with him that gave him pause. After a few seconds of silence, Travis took his hands and placed them on either side of Wes' neck under his ears, and Wes' head shot up. Their eyes met and Travis could feel Wes' pulse jumping under his fingers. It made him smile slightly because, at least, he wasn't the only one affected by this.

"I may not be able to shut up, but you are so fucking stubborn sometimes," Travis commented, relief flooding him as some fire returned to Wes' eyes.

"No shit, you think you're easy-"

Travis interrupted him by pressing his lips against Wes', the words swallowed by their shared intake of breath. Travis pushed his fingers back through the hair at the nape of Wes' neck to angle his head back slightly, giving him leverage to deepen the kiss. Wes slowly parted his legs, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops of Travis' jeans to pull him even closer. Travis let Wes pull him closer, their chests brushing against one another's as Travis dropped his hands to Wes' shoulders, slowly pushing the blazer off. Wes released Travis' jeans to shrug off his arms out, letting the blazer fall onto the couch. He ran his hands over Travis' chest, pushing his hands inside the leather jacket. This forced Travis to let go of him in order to pull the jacket off and throw it somewhere behind him. Travis returned his hands to the back of Wes' neck, cupping it tenderly as his fingers lightly kneaded his scalp. Wes moaned into the kiss, making Travis shiver when Wes opened his mouth to swipe his tongue over Travis' bottom lip.

"What are we doing?" Travis mumbled against Wes' lips, quickly moving to press his lips to his jaw in a multitude of light kisses.

"We're making out, idiot," Wes panted, pulling Travis back to his mouth with a renewed passion.

He immediately pulled Travis' bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently as he felt Travis groan in response. At the sound, something snapped in Wes, causing him to tug on Travis' bottom lip with his teeth slowly. He switched to the upper lip as Travis pulled him closer. Wes placed his hands back on Travis' sides, bunching the shirt he found there in his hands, deliberately sliding his fingers under the fabric to rest on bare skin. In return, Travis dragged his fingers from the back of Wes' neck to the collar of his shirt, gently unbuttoning the first button. Travis pulled away from Wes to meet his eyes, pleased to see the way Wes' eyes were hooded and his lips were red and swollen.

He leant down for another kiss, but Wes surprised him by pinching his hip. Travis gasped into Wes' mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into Travis' mouth. Wes groaned this time, sliding his tongue against Travis' as he opened his mouth wider. Travis worked on the rest of the buttons on Wes' shirt, leaving it open as he pressed his hands against the bare skin of his back. Wes dragged his nails over Travis' hips, causing him to buck into him when they finally broke apart. Wes watched the usually bright blue of Travis' eyes deepen as his pupils dilated. They didn't release each other; Wes kept his hands on Travis' sides as Travis placed his hands under Wes' jaw. Wes had to restrain himself from tackling Travis when his tongue snuck out to lick his swollen lower lip and he smirked sexily at Wes.

"Who knew you had it in you?" Travis said huskily, swiping his thumb under his lower lip sensually before returning his hand to Wes' neck. Wes just smirked, but it quickly turned into a pant when Travis raked his blunt nails over the sensitive skin under his left ear. Travis leant in closer, his nose running along Wes' jaw as his breathing increased and the puffs of air fanned over his shoulder.

"Did I find a sensitive spot, Wesley?" Travis did it again but this time he used his teeth, and he was rewarded with a shiver and a muttered curse as Wes dug his fingers into his back.

"Fuck, Travis," he said as his head fell to Travis' shoulder. Travis soothed the sting of his teeth with his tongue. Wes pulled away from Travis' mouth for a moment before dragging the hands that were resting on his back to his belt buckle. He felt Travis curse and he laughed, tugging slightly at the metal keeping his pants up.

"Did I do something, Travis?" Wes smirked at the way Travis closed his eyes briefly, trying and failing to regulate his breathing. Travis dipped his head to press his lips against Wes'. They were lost in one another again. Wes used Travis' belt buckle to pull him closer as Travis pushed Wes' unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders, the shirt bunching at his elbows as his and Travis' tongues battled for dominance. They were so enthralled with one another that they hadn't heard the front door over their heavy breathing and groans.

"Oh my God…" Alex said, clapping a hand over her mouth as they separated. They sent her simultaneous baffled looks, as if wondering why she was there. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at them while biting her tongue to keep from embarrassing them.

"Not to ruin the moment, but could you guys not make out in my living room?" she asked as she smiled cheekily, satisfied at the flushed that crept up Wes' neck and the way Travis cleared his throat and smiled self-consciously. She looked to her left and right, but they didn't move until she looked pointedly at them.

"Continue this at home, Travis, or go back to the hotel with Wes. But please, can you guys refrain from undressing here?" She swept her hand around the room, shaking her head at the discarded blazer and jacket, and the fact the Wes had yet to put his shirt back on. Travis and Wes finally let go of one another as they gathered their clothes.

Alex told them that she wanted them to be gone by the time she was out of the shower; she had a date later that night. Before she had the chance to leave the room, Travis went to gather his iPod while Wes caught her by the arm. She turned and rolled her eyes, the smile coming out because this was the most disorganized she had seen Wes in years.

"Alex, thanks…for everything." He pulled on his shirt and began buttoning it.

"You've said that already this week. Don't thank me, but never do that in my living room again,please. I support you guys completely, but if you don't want to be interrupted-"

"I know, I know. Get a house or stay locked in a hotel or trailer. I get it," he muttered, the flush still lingering on the tips of his ears. His shirt buttoned, Wes shrugged into his blazer.

"Good, I'm glad you guys are giving it a try. You'll be good for each other."

"You think?" Before Alex could answer, Travis came up and threw an arm over Wes' shoulders.

"Of course she thinks that, she's the smart one, remember?" Wes glared at him before elbowing him in the side and shoving him towards the door.

"Bye guys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Travis and Wes looked down and then at each other. The mortification was evident on both of their faces because Alex was calling them out explicitly. It was clear that she knew exactly what they would rather be doing at the moment.

"Bye Alex," Travis yelled over his shoulder as Wes pushed him towards the door. Wes stopped briefly to grab the picture of the two of them off the wall, smiling at Alex before disappearing outside.

I Liked it, hope the same can be said for you. Stick around for part 3.