A Bittersweet Saviour
The second Connor heard what Alisha had done to Travis again, his first thought was, 'I have to protect him'. So, that's what he was going to do. He would take him away and keep him all to himself. No one will bother him. No one will hurt him. It'll be him and Travis again; they'll be happy.
He'd taken Travis out of the hospital when he got back to town. He took off with him, not stopping to collect anything or buy anything. They just fled town together. Travis wasn't in the right mind. He was shaky, and crying. He was trying to hurt himself by clawing at his arms like Connor does. But Connor wasn't going to abandon him this time.
As he drove down the highway, he reached for Travis' hand. He flinched at first, then slowly took Connor's hand. "I'm here, Travie. I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." He held Travis' hand comfortably tight.
Connor was still driving the next day, he wasn't tired, he was running on adrenaline and fear. Travis was shaking as he slept. He was curled up against the door, which Connor had made sure it was locked so Travis wouldn't jump out. When he himself started to get tired, he pulled off to a rest stop, and that's where they slept for the first night.
He put shirts and towels over the windows to keep people from looking in. He leaned his seat back, closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He wasn't a light sleeper at normal times, but this was a bad situation. He wasn't going to let Travis get hurt again. His eyes opened slightly when Travis gripped onto the bottom of his shirt. Connor rubbed Travis' head gently. "I'm here." Travis sniffled and fell back asleep.
In the morning, they were driving again. Connor was already almost at the Oregon border at mid-day. They stopped three times for restroom breaks. They were always at rest stops since not a lot of people travel this of year and it was easier than a gas station. Connor had to carry Travis into the bathroom. It pained him to do it, but he held Travis in front of the urinal for him.
Travis' nails were digging into his arm and he was sobbing from the feeling. Connor sat Travis on the counter while he used it himself. He was his hands, washed Travis' face from the tears and snot, then carried him back to the car.
Connor didn't stop for food, he knew better than that. Travis wasn't going to want to eat for a while. He'd get food when he was ready.. Which turns out wasn't soon at all.
He didn't know someone could go a week without food. But he did it along with Travis so he wouldn't be uncomfortable. Travis asked him a few days after they were in a motel somewhere in California if he could get him a applesauce. He quickly went out to the vending machine, then ran back to the room. He sighed in relief when he saw Travis was still just lying on the bed.
He woke up in the middle of the night one night to Travis sobbing in the bathroom. Connor knew what that could be, but it still pained him to see it. Travis had cut his arm deep, running hot water over it to make the blood flow faster and harder. Travis jumped when Connor wrapped an arm around his chest and took his wrist gently into his hand.
"Baby, I know it hurts." He pulled his arm out of the water. "But if you want to hurt yourself.. I'll show you how.. I won't let you kill yourself."
Travis sobbed apologies to him as Connor fixed up his arm. Connor would just whisper it was okay and that he wasn't mad at him.
Like Connor promised, he showed Travis how to hurt himself without him feeling much pain or it getting infected, but it would bleed decently. Connor started to do it himself so Travis wouldn't feel alone and he hasn't been on his meds for two weeks. The whole situation was taking a toll on him.
They moved motels when people started to stay in a room next to theirs. The first night they were in the motel, Travis broke down again. He had looked at himself in the mirror for the first time and he thought that Zeke wouldn't want him anymore. Connor held him on the bed; Travis on his lap, him leaning against the headboard.
Travis just kept sobbing about Zeke thinking he's disgusting and never wanting to touch him again. Connor tried to console him for an hour, but no avail. So, Connor tilted his head up and kissed him softly. It stopped Travis' crying, making Connor pull back. He pushed Travis' hair back.
"If you don't think he'll want you," He kissed him softly again, then pulled back. "I'll show you he will."
And that's what Connor did. 'Making love' wouldn't be the right word for it since they weren't together, but that was the closes thing to it. Connor was gentle, he was patient, he focused on Travis. Connor came inside Travis because Travis asked him to, but Travis himself didn't cum. He shivered and shook, but it was a dry orgasm.
Connor held Travis close that night. He didn't sleep much since it wasn't comfortable for him, he just wanted Travis to get a good sleep.
The next day, Travis stabbed himself in the leg with a screw driver. It was deep, almost to the bone. It was the first time that Connor's ever seen a wound that made him want to throw up. He didn't let it show though, he didn't want Travis to panic. He knew it was time to go home right then.
The leg got infected on the way home, making Travis go in and out of consciousness most of the time.
Did Connor regret it though? The whole thing, yes. But being with Travis again, just them being close, made him feel at home.
He'd taken Travis out of the hospital when he got back to town. He took off with him, not stopping to collect anything or buy anything. They just fled town together. Travis wasn't in the right mind. He was shaky, and crying. He was trying to hurt himself by clawing at his arms like Connor does. But Connor wasn't going to abandon him this time.
As he drove down the highway, he reached for Travis' hand. He flinched at first, then slowly took Connor's hand. "I'm here, Travie. I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise." He held Travis' hand comfortably tight.
Connor was still driving the next day, he wasn't tired, he was running on adrenaline and fear. Travis was shaking as he slept. He was curled up against the door, which Connor had made sure it was locked so Travis wouldn't jump out. When he himself started to get tired, he pulled off to a rest stop, and that's where they slept for the first night.
He put shirts and towels over the windows to keep people from looking in. He leaned his seat back, closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He wasn't a light sleeper at normal times, but this was a bad situation. He wasn't going to let Travis get hurt again. His eyes opened slightly when Travis gripped onto the bottom of his shirt. Connor rubbed Travis' head gently. "I'm here." Travis sniffled and fell back asleep.
In the morning, they were driving again. Connor was already almost at the Oregon border at mid-day. They stopped three times for restroom breaks. They were always at rest stops since not a lot of people travel this of year and it was easier than a gas station. Connor had to carry Travis into the bathroom. It pained him to do it, but he held Travis in front of the urinal for him.
Travis' nails were digging into his arm and he was sobbing from the feeling. Connor sat Travis on the counter while he used it himself. He was his hands, washed Travis' face from the tears and snot, then carried him back to the car.
Connor didn't stop for food, he knew better than that. Travis wasn't going to want to eat for a while. He'd get food when he was ready.. Which turns out wasn't soon at all.
He didn't know someone could go a week without food. But he did it along with Travis so he wouldn't be uncomfortable. Travis asked him a few days after they were in a motel somewhere in California if he could get him a applesauce. He quickly went out to the vending machine, then ran back to the room. He sighed in relief when he saw Travis was still just lying on the bed.
He woke up in the middle of the night one night to Travis sobbing in the bathroom. Connor knew what that could be, but it still pained him to see it. Travis had cut his arm deep, running hot water over it to make the blood flow faster and harder. Travis jumped when Connor wrapped an arm around his chest and took his wrist gently into his hand.
"Baby, I know it hurts." He pulled his arm out of the water. "But if you want to hurt yourself.. I'll show you how.. I won't let you kill yourself."
Travis sobbed apologies to him as Connor fixed up his arm. Connor would just whisper it was okay and that he wasn't mad at him.
Like Connor promised, he showed Travis how to hurt himself without him feeling much pain or it getting infected, but it would bleed decently. Connor started to do it himself so Travis wouldn't feel alone and he hasn't been on his meds for two weeks. The whole situation was taking a toll on him.
They moved motels when people started to stay in a room next to theirs. The first night they were in the motel, Travis broke down again. He had looked at himself in the mirror for the first time and he thought that Zeke wouldn't want him anymore. Connor held him on the bed; Travis on his lap, him leaning against the headboard.
Travis just kept sobbing about Zeke thinking he's disgusting and never wanting to touch him again. Connor tried to console him for an hour, but no avail. So, Connor tilted his head up and kissed him softly. It stopped Travis' crying, making Connor pull back. He pushed Travis' hair back.
"If you don't think he'll want you," He kissed him softly again, then pulled back. "I'll show you he will."
And that's what Connor did. 'Making love' wouldn't be the right word for it since they weren't together, but that was the closes thing to it. Connor was gentle, he was patient, he focused on Travis. Connor came inside Travis because Travis asked him to, but Travis himself didn't cum. He shivered and shook, but it was a dry orgasm.
Connor held Travis close that night. He didn't sleep much since it wasn't comfortable for him, he just wanted Travis to get a good sleep.
The next day, Travis stabbed himself in the leg with a screw driver. It was deep, almost to the bone. It was the first time that Connor's ever seen a wound that made him want to throw up. He didn't let it show though, he didn't want Travis to panic. He knew it was time to go home right then.
The leg got infected on the way home, making Travis go in and out of consciousness most of the time.
Did Connor regret it though? The whole thing, yes. But being with Travis again, just them being close, made him feel at home.