Smoke[5/?]
Title:Smoke [5/?]
Author:lemonsherry
Chapter: 5
Pairing:Travis Mccoy/William Beckett
Rating: R
Genre(s):Angst
Disclaimer:Not true.
Previous Chapters:
Bliss [1/?]
Thin [2/?]
Tainted [3/?]
Rapid [4/?]
William finally left the bus at 11 o’ clock that night, deciding to attend the requisite Warped Tour party.
It was basically a nightly fun meet up of the bands on the tour and anyone else who wanted to come, to grill burgers and hot dogs and drink alcohol. It was a way all the bands that played got some down time and William usually enjoyed going.
Tonight he was going to clear his mind, or maybe to dull his thoughts-he wasn’t sure. He had an urging to numb his brain with the anesthesia of alcohol and smoke. Either way, he’d decided he was finished with looking like an idiot. He was done with dealing with Travis throwing at him every other second that he ‘wasn’t gay’. And he was certainly over with sitting and remembering the way he’d instinctively arched into Travis’ body that afternoon, and how he’d almost begged Travis to put his hands on his hips again like he did on stage, but this time not for show.
I’m over it, right. Apparently didn’t have even the least amount of dignity. He pulled the door of the bus closed behind him and stepped toward the crowd of people a distance away.
* * *
He hadn’t come here to see Travis. But he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the other’s back resentfully as he worked his veritable charm on the groupie standing before him. William’s long fingers clenched the sweating bottle of Budweiser in his hand and he turned his eyes away from the pair.
William could tell by Travis’ overdone, exaggerated movements that he was drunk.
Plus he’d put in his grills tonight, and at frequent intervals he would grin broadly; flashing anyone who would look, at the gold show of opulence in his mouth. The twittering blonde standing in front of Travis seemed particularly enamored with his grills and William could hear her lilting voice asking Travis if she could lick them.
The image of his own tongue pushing aggressively past Travis’ thick lips and tracing the cold metal in his mouth flashed in his mind vividly at the girl’s question. He ignored it. I’m over it.
William heard the inebriated slur of Travis’ voice respond to the girl, “Only if you lick something else,” and decided it was time to make his presence known.
He began walking toward Travis and girl, the denim fabric of his jeans stretching over his long thin legs with each stride he took. He threw his half full bottle of beer in a trash can near him and inhaled the acrid scent of the smoke coming from the blackened grills and weed surrounding him.
He’d decided to come here to dull the thoughts in his mind, but he thought he must’ve lost his mind completely. That was the only explanation he had for him standing beside Travis’ matching height-- after all that had transpired between them-- and asking the pleased- looking blonde girl, “What’s your name?”
A/N: Thanks for reading!
Author:lemonsherry
Chapter: 5
Pairing:Travis Mccoy/William Beckett
Rating: R
Genre(s):Angst
Disclaimer:Not true.
Previous Chapters:
Bliss [1/?]
Thin [2/?]
Tainted [3/?]
Rapid [4/?]
William finally left the bus at 11 o’ clock that night, deciding to attend the requisite Warped Tour party.
It was basically a nightly fun meet up of the bands on the tour and anyone else who wanted to come, to grill burgers and hot dogs and drink alcohol. It was a way all the bands that played got some down time and William usually enjoyed going.
Tonight he was going to clear his mind, or maybe to dull his thoughts-he wasn’t sure. He had an urging to numb his brain with the anesthesia of alcohol and smoke. Either way, he’d decided he was finished with looking like an idiot. He was done with dealing with Travis throwing at him every other second that he ‘wasn’t gay’. And he was certainly over with sitting and remembering the way he’d instinctively arched into Travis’ body that afternoon, and how he’d almost begged Travis to put his hands on his hips again like he did on stage, but this time not for show.
I’m over it, right. Apparently didn’t have even the least amount of dignity. He pulled the door of the bus closed behind him and stepped toward the crowd of people a distance away.
* * *
He hadn’t come here to see Travis. But he couldn’t stop himself from staring at the other’s back resentfully as he worked his veritable charm on the groupie standing before him. William’s long fingers clenched the sweating bottle of Budweiser in his hand and he turned his eyes away from the pair.
William could tell by Travis’ overdone, exaggerated movements that he was drunk.
Plus he’d put in his grills tonight, and at frequent intervals he would grin broadly; flashing anyone who would look, at the gold show of opulence in his mouth. The twittering blonde standing in front of Travis seemed particularly enamored with his grills and William could hear her lilting voice asking Travis if she could lick them.
The image of his own tongue pushing aggressively past Travis’ thick lips and tracing the cold metal in his mouth flashed in his mind vividly at the girl’s question. He ignored it. I’m over it.
William heard the inebriated slur of Travis’ voice respond to the girl, “Only if you lick something else,” and decided it was time to make his presence known.
He began walking toward Travis and girl, the denim fabric of his jeans stretching over his long thin legs with each stride he took. He threw his half full bottle of beer in a trash can near him and inhaled the acrid scent of the smoke coming from the blackened grills and weed surrounding him.
He’d decided to come here to dull the thoughts in his mind, but he thought he must’ve lost his mind completely. That was the only explanation he had for him standing beside Travis’ matching height-- after all that had transpired between them-- and asking the pleased- looking blonde girl, “What’s your name?”
A/N: Thanks for reading!