Uhmm.. Travis..

[liarbonez]

Travis had been wearing fingerless gloves for three days straight now. He had no reason to because it's been in the 90s for those three days. Everyone has asked him about it, but he just gets mad or shrugs them off.

Now it was just Oliver and him in the living room. Oliver looked over at Travis' hands. "Why are you still wearing gloves?" Travis shrugged. "I'll yank them off." Travis glared at him but took a glove off to avoid fighting. "Why is it pink?" Travis flushed. "Uhmm... Do I want to know?"

"N-Not really." Oliver nodded.

They sat watching television for a little longer before Oliver started talking again. "I wanna know." Travis flushed again. "Is it something dirty?" Travis bit his lip and nodded. Oliver turned a little red. "I.. I'm sorry but I still wanna know."

"Someoneputdyeonmyvibrator." Travis hurried out. Oliver didn't catch it at first. But after running it through his head a few times, he flushed. Travis flushed harder. "Yeah.."

They went quiet again. Oliver leaned on the arm of the chair. A dirty, dirty thought went through his head. He had to ask. "Is your ass pink?" Travis covered his face and fell over.

"Yes!" Oliver bit back a laugh and patted Travis' leg instead. "It's not coming off! I won't let Zeke near me."

"I'm... sorry...?" He rubbed Travis' leg. "It'll come out."

"It better! I'm like a fuckin' baboon!" Oliver bit his lip again to keep from laughing.