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To say Travis was in love woud be an understatment.
He was absolutely head over heels.
Obsessed even.
But there was one problem.
The person he fell inlove with was none other then Sal Fisher.
The boy he bullied for the exact thing he him self was.
Just great.
This past few weeks he noticed every little detail there was about Sally.
The shade of the boy's hair and eyes,
Every scratch on that stupid white prostetic, band patch on a school bag.
The way Sal's blue eyes lit up everytime he got an answer right in math class.
The moment he layed eyes on the blue haired boy, his heart meelted.
He wanted him.
He wanted him so badly.
But he coudn't have him.
It woud be wrong.
This disguisting feelings he has towards the boy are shamefull, they are supposed to be thrown away somewhere deep inside him, hidden where nobody can see or hear them, erased completly. Not a single person in the world but himself is allowed to know about them.
And so he tried everything from ignoring to straight up avoiding sally face whenever he saw blue strands of hair in the corner of his eye. Even when blonde boy's heart ached, even when it sobbed and begged to be listened for once, Travis woudn't budge. Better be hurt then a fithy sinner anyway, at least that was his logic. But in reality he was deeply afraid of what his father woud do to him if the world found out that he, the pastors's only son wasn't as holy and pure as thought. Travis coudn't afford a slip up, and he knew that very well. But it seems that his brain wasn't able to even comprehend task as simple as keeping eyes away from his blue pigtailed crush.
And Sal wasn't dumb. He coud see when the other boy refused to meet his eyes, but then glanced at him while nobody else was looking. In class, at lunch, even while they were in a locker room, Sal didn't fail to notice Travis staring at him, his legs, back and arms.
At first he didn't know what to make out of it. Travis was a bully, an abused one at that but still. They hated eachothers guts, he first can admit wanting to punch the blonde on multiple occasions. But then why does a part of him like the tension between them, the wondering eyes that woud stare just a second too long at his crotch before turning around, hiding away in shame.
He didn't want Travis to feel shame, what was there even to be ashamed of? He himself was wondering the taste of Travis's lips for a while now. Were they as soft as they looked like?
Maybe because he never got this type of attention before his mind clinged onto every look he received and every word the blonde threw at him.
It wasn't hard to intertain the idea that maybe, just maybe he wasn't imagining it all. Maybe there was something.
Something to learn more about, explore and exploit until there was nothing but swollen lips and bruised necks. He had to see for himself, it was his calling, curiosity woud kill him if he didn't.
The letter. The bitter-sweet letter in Travis's handwriting that Sal read just a moment ago under the shitty bathroom lights. The letter that made him forget all about the mission he and his friends were on. There was smeared ink at the end of the page, hiding the last sentence of the messy confession, but Sal was still able to read his name in that sea of blue. He woudn't care as much if he didn't see a pair od familiar green shoes in one of the stalls.
How hard woud it be to convince Travis to just open up, let it all out? Flick the lock on the door and let him in. He'd do whatever it takes to break the layers of hate and mistrust between them two, lift his mask up and get just close enough to feel hot breath on his scared lips. He'd push the boundaries even further, kiss the blonde until they both ran solely on adrenalin, pulling each other's shirt and roughly biting till matalic blood is all they can taste.
"Go away sally face, you think I don't know you're here?" the sentence rang in Sal's ears and echoed through the bathroom, snapping him back to reality. For a second Sally wondered, has he been wrong this whole time? Did he read the letter wrong, forgot one or two words at the way?
But I was too late to turn around now. He cared too much to let it go.
"Are you crying Travis?" Sal asked carefully, like he was trying not to scare away a street cat, heartbeat ringing fast and loud as he made his way towards the occupied stall. It was supposed to come out caring and gentle, but the impure thoughts tinted his voice, leaving an obvious sexual undertone that was hard to be ignored.
"Wh- of courses not Sally Face! Why woud you think something as stupid as that..." Travis's voice fell short. He heard it. Oh he so heard it, just didn't know how to respond. But that only fueled Sal to go even further, see just what he can get away with.
"You know I can help you, right? We don't have to enemies Travis. I..never wanted that, even from the begining." Sally muttered into the air, leaning against the wall next to Travis's stall. The world outside stopped, there was nothing but them and this bathroom, saparated from eachother only by a inch thick door made of Polyethylene.
'Burn it' his mind screamed 'burn it until you can taste the plastic on your tongue'.
"I.. what are you suggesting Fisher? That we start over?" Travis asked in disbelief. Even after all he has done and said, hell he litearly punched the other boy just this morning, he is still given a chance to redem himself? For heaven's sake how? How hasn't his luck with this boy ran out by now?
"Well not start over per say..", Sal drifted, fidgeting with ends of his shirt, " I.. actually I'd rather talk about those things face to face, Travis.", he finished, anxiously biting his bottom lip while waiting for the other's boy responce. For a few seconds there was nothing but silence in the bathroom and Sal wondered if he oversteped. It was obvious Travis has been crying, the tremble and pauses when the boy talked were a dead give away, so he woud totally understand if Travis didn't want to-
*Click*
To his suprise a hand grabbed him by the shirt and he was promptly shoved into the bathroom stall. For a second Sal closed his eyes, focusing on Trav's body against his and the beating heart of his own.
To fantasize about is one thing,
but to actually be sandwiched between a cold ceramic wall and Travis is something completly different.
Sal felt like he was being burned alive.
And he liked every, single, second of it.
He coud feel his grin growing bigger under the mask.
"Travis, when I said face to face I didn't mean this close."
"You actually wanted to talk?" Travis asked, putting his hand on Sal's prostetic.
Sal grabed Trav's hand and helped him find the buckles of a mask that hid his scarred face.
He didn't let just anyone see his face.
So it woud be a lie to say he wasn't scared out of his mind to show Travis, the boy who bullied him, his deformed face. But then again he was feeling too aroused to stop now.
With a fast click of the buckle, white prostetic dropped to the floor, making a loud noise in the proces.
There was a moment of silence in the bathroom, neather one of them daring to say anything.
"Tra-" Sal only managed to whisper when he was both shushed by the other boy's hand covering his mouth and a hit of pleasure radiating from inbetween his thighs. A small groan escaped his lips when he looked down to see Travis's leg pressing hard against his crotch.
He wondered where the blonde boy coud have posibly learned this from. He decided to feel now, think later.
His hands were quick, traveling all around Travis's body.
"Cmon Travis, kiss me already." Sal muttered agains the other boy's palm. All though Travis couldn't properly hear what Sally said, he pieced two and two together and moved his hand away, only to be replaced by his lips a moment later.
So there these two boys were, pressed against eachother, kissing and panting under the blue LED lights.
Let's just say that neather made it to their next class that day.