The Difference Between Red and Blue (standalone)
Title: The Difference Between Red and Blue (standalone)
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Fandom: Bandom (rps)
Pairing: William Beckett and Travis McCoy
Summary: This is a short fic for
foenixgirl which is a response to her art that she drew for me here. The fic is pretty lame (and isn't beta read) and shall not be cross-posted. But it's kind of o.k. after my drought of...words.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction.
The Difference Between Red and Blue
A Travis McCoy and William Beckett Story
Travis peered out of the window making sure to keep the small curtain as close to his face as he could. The bus wasn’t tinted and the last thing he needed was a hoard of girls screaming his name. The bus cruised right on past the large line of teenagers, and Travis cringed when they all started screaming at once. Sighing he let go of the curtain and sat back down on the small couch. The band had been on the road for two months now, playing here and there. Sometimes a big venue and sometimes in a cramped high school gym. Sure he loved singing and listening to the kids chant the band’s name (and his), but after awhile he just wanted to pack it in and just go home.
The bus eased behind the small club that they were playing at, and stopped a few seconds later. The guys all scattered around the confined area, and Matt stumbled back into the small bunk area they slept in. Disashi peered at Travis, a frown marring his forehead.
“What?” Snapped Travis.
Disashi shrugged his shoulders and followed Matt into the bunk area. Rolling his eyes Travis got up, stretched and decided to clean up for the show. Or something close to resembling clean anyway.
-
The small gig had gone well, the crowd were amazing and the music was even better. Sweating all the way through, Travis pulled off his baggy green shirt as he fumbled his way into the bus.
“Nice.”
Startled, Travis backed up into the wall hitting his head with a loud thud. A small chuckle made Travis pull his shirt down and glare at the person across from him. William Beckett the golden boy of his band, lay sprawled in Travis’s favourite couch.
“Hey now, don’t stop your strip-tease. I’m pretty partial to your naked bod.”
Travis snorted, but he did stink so he pulled his shirt off as William let out a whistle. Travis was pretty much glad no one could tell if he ever blushed, but he hated when William did shit like that. It was both appealing yet weird.
“You’re not shy are you?” Laughed William.
“I’m…” William laughed louder.
Travis frowned, “This ain’t easy for me.”
“And you think it is for me?” Come one just because I don’t freak out about it every two seconds doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me.”
“Then why are we doing this?” Asked Travis.
William shrugged his shoulders, “I love you.”
“It’s hardly that simple.”
“What goes with it, isn’t. But loving you is.”
William and Travis had always been close, so it wasn’t much of a shock when their friendship turned into one of a more personal one. Travis always found his arms securely locked around William in a possessive manner, whether on stage or during an interview, no one batted an eye lid. But what would everyone think about them, if they found it they had sex together? That fact alone was enough to make Travis shudder.
“This why you been in a pissy mood?” Asked William breaking Travis from his thoughts.
“I haven’t…”
“Yes you have.”
Travis looked away guiltily, maybe it was one of the things that was preying on his mind. After all why shouldn’t it be? William’s band was doing well, and whilst his band was getting there, it took them years to achieve what The Academy Is…did in a shorter span of time. So what if he was afraid that they would be rejected because Travis liked cock. Or more specifically one cock?
“You’re acting like our secret is out.”
“What if we were caught…”
“The fact we all but hump each other on stage, why are you so scared now?”
“Because it wasn’t true then,” said Travis exasperated, “Now if someone says are you two involved it’ll actually be true.”
William frowned, “So you don’t want to lie?”
“No, and not about something that shouldn’t be made out to be something wrong. But at the same time the more I think about outing myself, the more I freak out.”
“You’ve thought about outing yourself?”
Travis sighed loudly, he sat down on a small bench pushing a hand through his hair, “Well I can’t really out myself, since I’m only attracted to you. So it’d be stupid to say I was gay. But then what do you call someone who likes one man?”
“Bi?” Grinned William.
“But I’m not even that!”
“Neither am I.”
“Oh God,” moaned Travis. William stood up from the couch and walked the short space to Travis. He bent down and took Travis’s hands in his own.
“Can we freak out about this later, if something actually happens?”
“You want me to put of the inevitable?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I rather be having sex than, fighting about whether or not our fans will throw eggs at us.”
“It’s more complicated than that…”
“I know, which I wish you’d understand. I have as much to lose as you do, my friend. But nothing has happened so stop being dramatic and fuck me already.
Travis gave William a small smile, before he grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. William let out a surprised laugh as Travis carried him into the bunk area. Maybe William was right, freaking about it now was probably a little premature. Nothing was certain and he was tired of the whole depressive attitude anyway.
Throwing William down onto his own cot, he leered at the man as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them off and shoes in one go. William lay back enjoying the man’s striptease savouring the moment for what it was worth.
Leaving on his boxers, Travis pulled off William’s boots before he tackled his jeans and then shirt. Clad in only his small red briefs, Travis let his eyes wander across the pale span of his boyfriends body. Smiling William grabbed Travis’s hand and pulled the larger man on top of him. Turning them around, William straddled Travis’s hips as he leaned down and kissed him. Already hot and bothered from being apart for so long, William ground against Travis’s erect cock. Through their underwear both men humped each other like young teenage boys, their kisses becoming frantic as they both reached their orgasm. Travis came first, as William followed a few seconds later, mouths pulled apart they let out deep sigh, as they both came down from their high.
“Next time, I’ll get you out those red undies.”
William rolled his head against Travis’s shoulder, “Can’t wait,” he said with a sleepy smile.
Author:
eternitybreaks@
orton_fics
Fandom: Bandom (rps)
Pairing: William Beckett and Travis McCoy
Summary: This is a short fic for
foenixgirl which is a response to her art that she drew for me here. The fic is pretty lame (and isn't beta read) and shall not be cross-posted. But it's kind of o.k. after my drought of...words.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Fiction.
The Difference Between Red and Blue
A Travis McCoy and William Beckett Story
Travis peered out of the window making sure to keep the small curtain as close to his face as he could. The bus wasn’t tinted and the last thing he needed was a hoard of girls screaming his name. The bus cruised right on past the large line of teenagers, and Travis cringed when they all started screaming at once. Sighing he let go of the curtain and sat back down on the small couch. The band had been on the road for two months now, playing here and there. Sometimes a big venue and sometimes in a cramped high school gym. Sure he loved singing and listening to the kids chant the band’s name (and his), but after awhile he just wanted to pack it in and just go home.
The bus eased behind the small club that they were playing at, and stopped a few seconds later. The guys all scattered around the confined area, and Matt stumbled back into the small bunk area they slept in. Disashi peered at Travis, a frown marring his forehead.
“What?” Snapped Travis.
Disashi shrugged his shoulders and followed Matt into the bunk area. Rolling his eyes Travis got up, stretched and decided to clean up for the show. Or something close to resembling clean anyway.
-
The small gig had gone well, the crowd were amazing and the music was even better. Sweating all the way through, Travis pulled off his baggy green shirt as he fumbled his way into the bus.
“Nice.”
Startled, Travis backed up into the wall hitting his head with a loud thud. A small chuckle made Travis pull his shirt down and glare at the person across from him. William Beckett the golden boy of his band, lay sprawled in Travis’s favourite couch.
“Hey now, don’t stop your strip-tease. I’m pretty partial to your naked bod.”
Travis snorted, but he did stink so he pulled his shirt off as William let out a whistle. Travis was pretty much glad no one could tell if he ever blushed, but he hated when William did shit like that. It was both appealing yet weird.
“You’re not shy are you?” Laughed William.
“I’m…” William laughed louder.
Travis frowned, “This ain’t easy for me.”
“And you think it is for me?” Come one just because I don’t freak out about it every two seconds doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me.”
“Then why are we doing this?” Asked Travis.
William shrugged his shoulders, “I love you.”
“It’s hardly that simple.”
“What goes with it, isn’t. But loving you is.”
William and Travis had always been close, so it wasn’t much of a shock when their friendship turned into one of a more personal one. Travis always found his arms securely locked around William in a possessive manner, whether on stage or during an interview, no one batted an eye lid. But what would everyone think about them, if they found it they had sex together? That fact alone was enough to make Travis shudder.
“This why you been in a pissy mood?” Asked William breaking Travis from his thoughts.
“I haven’t…”
“Yes you have.”
Travis looked away guiltily, maybe it was one of the things that was preying on his mind. After all why shouldn’t it be? William’s band was doing well, and whilst his band was getting there, it took them years to achieve what The Academy Is…did in a shorter span of time. So what if he was afraid that they would be rejected because Travis liked cock. Or more specifically one cock?
“You’re acting like our secret is out.”
“What if we were caught…”
“The fact we all but hump each other on stage, why are you so scared now?”
“Because it wasn’t true then,” said Travis exasperated, “Now if someone says are you two involved it’ll actually be true.”
William frowned, “So you don’t want to lie?”
“No, and not about something that shouldn’t be made out to be something wrong. But at the same time the more I think about outing myself, the more I freak out.”
“You’ve thought about outing yourself?”
Travis sighed loudly, he sat down on a small bench pushing a hand through his hair, “Well I can’t really out myself, since I’m only attracted to you. So it’d be stupid to say I was gay. But then what do you call someone who likes one man?”
“Bi?” Grinned William.
“But I’m not even that!”
“Neither am I.”
“Oh God,” moaned Travis. William stood up from the couch and walked the short space to Travis. He bent down and took Travis’s hands in his own.
“Can we freak out about this later, if something actually happens?”
“You want me to put of the inevitable?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I rather be having sex than, fighting about whether or not our fans will throw eggs at us.”
“It’s more complicated than that…”
“I know, which I wish you’d understand. I have as much to lose as you do, my friend. But nothing has happened so stop being dramatic and fuck me already.
Travis gave William a small smile, before he grabbed the man and threw him over his shoulder. William let out a surprised laugh as Travis carried him into the bunk area. Maybe William was right, freaking about it now was probably a little premature. Nothing was certain and he was tired of the whole depressive attitude anyway.
Throwing William down onto his own cot, he leered at the man as he unbuckled his jeans and pushed them off and shoes in one go. William lay back enjoying the man’s striptease savouring the moment for what it was worth.
Leaving on his boxers, Travis pulled off William’s boots before he tackled his jeans and then shirt. Clad in only his small red briefs, Travis let his eyes wander across the pale span of his boyfriends body. Smiling William grabbed Travis’s hand and pulled the larger man on top of him. Turning them around, William straddled Travis’s hips as he leaned down and kissed him. Already hot and bothered from being apart for so long, William ground against Travis’s erect cock. Through their underwear both men humped each other like young teenage boys, their kisses becoming frantic as they both reached their orgasm. Travis came first, as William followed a few seconds later, mouths pulled apart they let out deep sigh, as they both came down from their high.
“Next time, I’ll get you out those red undies.”
William rolled his head against Travis’s shoulder, “Can’t wait,” he said with a sleepy smile.