Bliss
Title: Bliss
Author: lemonsherry
Pairing:Travis Mccoy/William Beckett
Rating: PG (just cursing)
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: Travis doesn’t know what the fuck is happening
A/N: Comments are definitely appreciated, tell me what you think.
Travis doesn’t know what the fuck is happening, he feels like punching someone in the fucking face, or better yet punching himself in the fucking face. He doesn’t know what the hell is happening.
He doesn’t get this shit.
***
Bill and him were-- are friends, they sat and talked about the most retarded shit at times, but still they were friends. They were cool.
The fact that they were practically husband and wife when they performed together didn’t faze Travis. If anything he found it hilarious when people thought more of their touchy-feely antics onstage than was reality, now he’s wondering if he hadn’t been deluded all those times William had grinned conspiratorially-eagerly?- when he would reach forward and grip his fragile hips or when he would hover his nose over William’s hair, smiling beatifically to further convince the audience.
Now he’s wondering-- had he only succeeded in convincing William?
Fuck it, he didn’t know.
Shit, he’s not gay.
***
They’d been cramped in the bathroom on the Gym Class Heroes bus (or the ‘GCH Abode’ as Travis preferred to call it). Travis had been set on forcing William to experience first hand the utter disgusting spectacle of their bathroom, complete with gag-inducing smell and all.
He’d been pretty upset to find out that someone had scrubbed the area out, effectively obliterating the Museum Of Nasty that was the bathroom.
William had laughed (and Travis had had a sneaking suspicion he never wanted to marvel at their gross bathroom) and had attempted to slither around Travis’s huge frame which was blocking the tiny entrance of the small space they were in.
“Yo, dude tell me the truth,” Travis had demanded in a completely serious tone. He’d felt like being inane, cause, shit he was high on something.Maybe it was because their performance and hour earlier had killed the place, or because he’d downed two forties in the same time period.
Whatever it was, it caused him to shot a grin at William and ask in the affected voice of a shrink, “William, how do you really feel about-
He’d been about to question Will about his integrity man. ‘Are you really interested in observing the true spectacle of an inhabitable tour bus bathroom on the warped tour?’ Cause you know, Travis had connections.
But he’d been stopped short by the guilt stricken look William had thrown him, a look of pleading in his eyes.
“Shit,” William had muttered under his breath while simultaneously digging his skinny hip into Travis' side to get him to move out of the way.
“Shit,” William had said again, louder this time. “Move out of the fucking way, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Travis had been confused to no end at this point, What the hell?. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
This had, for some reason, made William madder and he’d exclaimed in an agitated whisper, “Don’t play ignorant with me, if you’ve figured it the fuck out, why are you asking me again?”
“Figured what out?” Shit, now he was getting pissed.
“Ugh,” William had scoffed in disgust, then replied in a tone that implied that the answer was blatantly obvious. “That I like you.”
There was a dull buzzing in Travis’ ears now , but he was determined to ignore it.
‘You like me? Shit, we’re friends dude. Of course you like me, I like you too.” He was feigning ignorance; but the dull buzzing sound in his ears was overpowering the motherfucker in his brain muttering ‘Its not what you think, its not what you think.
The way William was staring at him eliminated any further denial however, and now his mouth hung limp along with the rest of his body.
He didn’t know what to say.
William finally managed to walk around him and exit the bathroom. Travis hardly noticed he’d moved until the feeling of the bare skin at William’s waist brushing against his hand as he’d swept by took on completely new connotations.
Fuck.
Thin [2/?]
A/N: A little self pimpage, if you liked this check out some more of my fics
Author: lemonsherry
Pairing:Travis Mccoy/William Beckett
Rating: PG (just cursing)
Disclaimer: Not true.
Summary: Travis doesn’t know what the fuck is happening
A/N: Comments are definitely appreciated, tell me what you think.
Travis doesn’t know what the fuck is happening, he feels like punching someone in the fucking face, or better yet punching himself in the fucking face. He doesn’t know what the hell is happening.
He doesn’t get this shit.
***
Bill and him were-- are friends, they sat and talked about the most retarded shit at times, but still they were friends. They were cool.
The fact that they were practically husband and wife when they performed together didn’t faze Travis. If anything he found it hilarious when people thought more of their touchy-feely antics onstage than was reality, now he’s wondering if he hadn’t been deluded all those times William had grinned conspiratorially-eagerly?- when he would reach forward and grip his fragile hips or when he would hover his nose over William’s hair, smiling beatifically to further convince the audience.
Now he’s wondering-- had he only succeeded in convincing William?
Fuck it, he didn’t know.
Shit, he’s not gay.
***
They’d been cramped in the bathroom on the Gym Class Heroes bus (or the ‘GCH Abode’ as Travis preferred to call it). Travis had been set on forcing William to experience first hand the utter disgusting spectacle of their bathroom, complete with gag-inducing smell and all.
He’d been pretty upset to find out that someone had scrubbed the area out, effectively obliterating the Museum Of Nasty that was the bathroom.
William had laughed (and Travis had had a sneaking suspicion he never wanted to marvel at their gross bathroom) and had attempted to slither around Travis’s huge frame which was blocking the tiny entrance of the small space they were in.
“Yo, dude tell me the truth,” Travis had demanded in a completely serious tone. He’d felt like being inane, cause, shit he was high on something.Maybe it was because their performance and hour earlier had killed the place, or because he’d downed two forties in the same time period.
Whatever it was, it caused him to shot a grin at William and ask in the affected voice of a shrink, “William, how do you really feel about-
He’d been about to question Will about his integrity man. ‘Are you really interested in observing the true spectacle of an inhabitable tour bus bathroom on the warped tour?’ Cause you know, Travis had connections.
But he’d been stopped short by the guilt stricken look William had thrown him, a look of pleading in his eyes.
“Shit,” William had muttered under his breath while simultaneously digging his skinny hip into Travis' side to get him to move out of the way.
“Shit,” William had said again, louder this time. “Move out of the fucking way, I don’t want to talk about it.”
Travis had been confused to no end at this point, What the hell?. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
This had, for some reason, made William madder and he’d exclaimed in an agitated whisper, “Don’t play ignorant with me, if you’ve figured it the fuck out, why are you asking me again?”
“Figured what out?” Shit, now he was getting pissed.
“Ugh,” William had scoffed in disgust, then replied in a tone that implied that the answer was blatantly obvious. “That I like you.”
There was a dull buzzing in Travis’ ears now , but he was determined to ignore it.
‘You like me? Shit, we’re friends dude. Of course you like me, I like you too.” He was feigning ignorance; but the dull buzzing sound in his ears was overpowering the motherfucker in his brain muttering ‘Its not what you think, its not what you think.
The way William was staring at him eliminated any further denial however, and now his mouth hung limp along with the rest of his body.
He didn’t know what to say.
William finally managed to walk around him and exit the bathroom. Travis hardly noticed he’d moved until the feeling of the bare skin at William’s waist brushing against his hand as he’d swept by took on completely new connotations.
Fuck.
Thin [2/?]
A/N: A little self pimpage, if you liked this check out some more of my fics