snippet - travis/gabe
a/n: posting without a cut because there's barely any but this is the intro to a fic i'm working on. you get the gist of the fic from this snippet, but it's not straight up porn! i would appreciate it if you'd comment if you want to read the rest, because i'm not sure i'll bother posting it if it won't get read. i'm just a little touchy with this fic, i don't know why.
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"What do you miss about dating girls?" Gabe asks Travis one day, as they lay skin-to-skin, pressed into each other's breathing space in Gabe's bunk with the covers pulled over their waists.
Travis trails his thick fingers over Gabe's shoulder and shrugs, the movement blunt and uncomfortable in the cramped space. "Dunno. Not much." He breathes, slow and heavy, and says, "Their skin. Smooth legs and stuff. And their clothes. Girls wear all that pretty underwear and stuff. Like, lace and cotton and nice dresses. And they always like to smell nice." Travis turns his head, dragging his lips against Gabe's cheek. "Why?"
Gabe shrugs the shoulder that isn't digging into Travis' skin and says, "Just wondering." He bites his lip, chewing it and sucking it between his teeth before Gabe admits in his quiet, scratchy tone, "I wasn't just wondering."
His partner, his best friend, the guy Gabe loves and trusts, snorts and pats Gabe's shoulder with his fingers. "Thought not." Gabe shifts so he can look Travis in the eyes and they bump noses. "Why did you ask?"
"Because I was hoping you'd say that," Gabe replies, and he kisses Travis' lower lip, nipping it. "I did something kind of stupid. The kind of stupid where if you think this idea is dumb or wrong or anything it might cost... us." Travis frowns, and Gabe can count the lines in his face when he frowns, they're that close. He wants to touch away the creases in Travis' forehead. Instead he just says, "I bought a dress. It's a nice dress. It's black. I tried it on. It fits me." Travis' frown gets deeper and deeper and Gabe says, "I don't know why I bought it. I ordered it from the internet."
"Gabanti," Travis drawls, shifting so their faces are more even, lifting his hand so he pets at Gabe's hair. "What are you trying to say?"
Gabe's dark brown eyes flicker and he breaks their met gaze, fingering Travis' shirt before fisting his hand in it lightly. "Can I wear a dress for you, Travie? I want to shave my legs and wear pretty underwear and smell nice and wear a dress for you."
"You want to dress up as a girl?" Travis looks confused. Gabe doesn't blame him. Gabe's kind of confused too.
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"What do you miss about dating girls?" Gabe asks Travis one day, as they lay skin-to-skin, pressed into each other's breathing space in Gabe's bunk with the covers pulled over their waists.
Travis trails his thick fingers over Gabe's shoulder and shrugs, the movement blunt and uncomfortable in the cramped space. "Dunno. Not much." He breathes, slow and heavy, and says, "Their skin. Smooth legs and stuff. And their clothes. Girls wear all that pretty underwear and stuff. Like, lace and cotton and nice dresses. And they always like to smell nice." Travis turns his head, dragging his lips against Gabe's cheek. "Why?"
Gabe shrugs the shoulder that isn't digging into Travis' skin and says, "Just wondering." He bites his lip, chewing it and sucking it between his teeth before Gabe admits in his quiet, scratchy tone, "I wasn't just wondering."
His partner, his best friend, the guy Gabe loves and trusts, snorts and pats Gabe's shoulder with his fingers. "Thought not." Gabe shifts so he can look Travis in the eyes and they bump noses. "Why did you ask?"
"Because I was hoping you'd say that," Gabe replies, and he kisses Travis' lower lip, nipping it. "I did something kind of stupid. The kind of stupid where if you think this idea is dumb or wrong or anything it might cost... us." Travis frowns, and Gabe can count the lines in his face when he frowns, they're that close. He wants to touch away the creases in Travis' forehead. Instead he just says, "I bought a dress. It's a nice dress. It's black. I tried it on. It fits me." Travis' frown gets deeper and deeper and Gabe says, "I don't know why I bought it. I ordered it from the internet."
"Gabanti," Travis drawls, shifting so their faces are more even, lifting his hand so he pets at Gabe's hair. "What are you trying to say?"
Gabe's dark brown eyes flicker and he breaks their met gaze, fingering Travis' shirt before fisting his hand in it lightly. "Can I wear a dress for you, Travie? I want to shave my legs and wear pretty underwear and smell nice and wear a dress for you."
"You want to dress up as a girl?" Travis looks confused. Gabe doesn't blame him. Gabe's kind of confused too.