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An Eye for You (Common Law Fic)
Title: An Eye for You
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some mention of crossdressing.
Word Count: 1,052
Summary: Wes wakes up with an irritation in his eye – one that’s not Travis for once. Travis comes to the rescue and cares for his buttercup.
Author’s Note: Nothing to say, really. Written for the word of the day challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words.
Collyrium (noun)
collyrium [kuh-leer-ee-uh m]
noun, plural collyria [kuh-leer-ee-uh], collyriums.
1. eyewash.
Origin: 1350-1400; Middle English < Latin < Greek kollȳ́rion eye salve
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“Baby,” Travis said from the doorway into the bathroom, “are you okay?”
“Yes,” Wes said, leaning away from the mirror he’d been peering into.
“What’s the matter with your eye,” Travis asked, moving into the bathroom so that he could tilt Wes’ face towards the overhead lights. “It’s all red and swollen right here.” He trailed a finger just beneath the lower lid of the blond’s right eye.
“I’m not sure, but more than likely I got some makeup into it last night when…” He let his voice trail off, giving them both a visual of the night before. Wes in his favorite floral cocktail dress and Travis in his best suit, they’d made quite the pair at the club. Shaking his head, Wes pushed the memory aside. They could reenact the previous night later, but right now, his eyeballs were burning.
“Anything I can do to make it better?” Travis’ grin was two parts suggestive and one part sincere.
“I couldn’t convince you to go to the drug store for me, could I?” He batted his pale lashes at Travis, affecting the best innocent face he had in his arsenal. Not that he needed it, Travis was pretty much putty in his hands the morning after a night like last night. Marks would drive to San Francisco to get him Ghirardelli chocolates if he asked after what he’d done for the boy in the shower.
“Sure,” Travis said, running a hand through his hair. “Just as soon as I…”
Laughing, Wes kissed Travis’ cheek. “Your pants are in the living room, probably under my dress.”
“Right,” Travis said, turning Wes’ chaste buss on the cheek into something more adult. “Yeah, okay, now I’m ready to go.”
“Don’t forget your pants, Marks,” Wes reminded him.
“Details, details,” Travis muttered, digging around in the pile of fabric on the living room floor. “Ah-hah. Found ‘em.” Travis pulled on his dress slacks and the white button-up shirt he’d been wearing the night before. It was a little formal for a trip to the drug store at 6:45 in the morning, but it’d have to do for now. “What do you need me to get?”
“Collyrium,” Wes said, rubbing at his right eye.
“What?” Travis made a face that clearly said Wes was speaking in tongues again. “What is collyrium? And stop rubbing your eye, you’re only going to make it worse.”
Wes jerked his hand away from his face. “Sorry, I can’t help it. My eye burns.”
“I know, baby, but as soon as you tell me exactly what I’m looking for, I’ll get it and be back in a flash so you can feel better.”
The corner of Wes’ mouth quirked up. It was amazing to him sometimes how helpful Travis became once you started sleeping with him. “It’s an eye wash. Look on the aisle with all the stuff for contact lenses.”
“Gotcha,” Travis said, leaning in to give Wes yet another inappropriate good-bye kiss. “Be back in a jiffy, baby.”
Twenty-three minutes later, Travis returned with not just a bag from the drug store, but also a box of donuts and two extra-large cups of coffee. Wes realized that he should have known that Travis wouldn’t return without food. It was like his reward to himself for getting up early and leaving the house. But he also couldn’t complain – Travis had gone out for him and he was a bit hungry, too. “Donuts?”
“And coffee,” Travis said, setting the pink, orange, and white box onto the kitchen table. “Sorry I took longer than I said I would, but I was hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” Wes said, taking a maple frosted donut out of the box. “But I’ll forgive you this time.”
Travis grinned. “Why don’t you take care of your eye first, baby? You’ll enjoy that donut more when you can see it clearly.”
Wes took a large bite and chewed, sighing with pleasure. Generally, he didn’t indulge in junk food like this, but he was starving this morning and it tasted like heaven. “Let me finish this one and I’ll take care of my eye. I didn’t know I was hungry until I saw that box.”
Marks watched him like a hawk, declining to have a donut of his own until Wes’ eye had been looked after. It made Wes’ heart flutter a little knowing that Travis was putting his own needs to the side for him. Under normal circumstances, nothing came between Travis Marks and food.
“You done,” Travis asked, watching Wes lick the remaining bits of frosting from his fingers.
Nodding, Wes agreed. “Let me wash my hands and we can take care of my eye.”
“Sure thing, baby,” Travis said, following Wes back towards the bedroom. “And after that, I have something you can take care of for me.”
“You are absolutely awful,” Wes chuckled, poking Travis in the side.
“But you like it, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave Wes that knee-melting smile he was so good at. “Because I couldn’t stand it if you didn’t like my awfulness.”
Considering Travis seemed to be ovelry fond of Wes’ feminine side, how could he argue about Travis’ incorrigibility? “Of course I like it, Travis,” he said. “It’s one of the things that make you who you are. And you know how much I love you.”
“Aw,” Travis cooed, pinching one pale cheek. “You really do like me, eh buttercup?”
Yeah, he definitely liked him. “Help me clean my eye and I’ll show you.”
“Now there’s a promise I can’t let you break, baby,” Travis laughed. He set the bag on the counter and pulled out the eyewash. “Gotta take care of you so you can take care of me when I need it.”
“Which is always,” Wes deadpanned.
“Truth,” Travis agreed, moving in to administer to Wes’ irritated right eye. “But I’m needy that way, that’s why you’re so drawn to me. You’re like a mother hen sometimes, blondie. But that’s what I like about you, you know.”
He did know, and it worked both ways because Travis’ neediness made Wes feel wanted and needed. So, it was a win-win for sure. And later, when they lay on the bed, naked and sleepy, neither needed anything but a good, long nap. Oh, and maybe another donut.
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some mention of crossdressing.
Word Count: 1,052
Summary: Wes wakes up with an irritation in his eye – one that’s not Travis for once. Travis comes to the rescue and cares for his buttercup.
Author’s Note: Nothing to say, really. Written for the word of the day challenge at
1_million_words. Collyrium (noun)
collyrium [kuh-leer-ee-uh m]
noun, plural collyria [kuh-leer-ee-uh], collyriums.
1. eyewash.
Origin: 1350-1400; Middle English < Latin < Greek kollȳ́rion eye salve
--
“Baby,” Travis said from the doorway into the bathroom, “are you okay?”
“Yes,” Wes said, leaning away from the mirror he’d been peering into.
“What’s the matter with your eye,” Travis asked, moving into the bathroom so that he could tilt Wes’ face towards the overhead lights. “It’s all red and swollen right here.” He trailed a finger just beneath the lower lid of the blond’s right eye.
“I’m not sure, but more than likely I got some makeup into it last night when…” He let his voice trail off, giving them both a visual of the night before. Wes in his favorite floral cocktail dress and Travis in his best suit, they’d made quite the pair at the club. Shaking his head, Wes pushed the memory aside. They could reenact the previous night later, but right now, his eyeballs were burning.
“Anything I can do to make it better?” Travis’ grin was two parts suggestive and one part sincere.
“I couldn’t convince you to go to the drug store for me, could I?” He batted his pale lashes at Travis, affecting the best innocent face he had in his arsenal. Not that he needed it, Travis was pretty much putty in his hands the morning after a night like last night. Marks would drive to San Francisco to get him Ghirardelli chocolates if he asked after what he’d done for the boy in the shower.
“Sure,” Travis said, running a hand through his hair. “Just as soon as I…”
Laughing, Wes kissed Travis’ cheek. “Your pants are in the living room, probably under my dress.”
“Right,” Travis said, turning Wes’ chaste buss on the cheek into something more adult. “Yeah, okay, now I’m ready to go.”
“Don’t forget your pants, Marks,” Wes reminded him.
“Details, details,” Travis muttered, digging around in the pile of fabric on the living room floor. “Ah-hah. Found ‘em.” Travis pulled on his dress slacks and the white button-up shirt he’d been wearing the night before. It was a little formal for a trip to the drug store at 6:45 in the morning, but it’d have to do for now. “What do you need me to get?”
“Collyrium,” Wes said, rubbing at his right eye.
“What?” Travis made a face that clearly said Wes was speaking in tongues again. “What is collyrium? And stop rubbing your eye, you’re only going to make it worse.”
Wes jerked his hand away from his face. “Sorry, I can’t help it. My eye burns.”
“I know, baby, but as soon as you tell me exactly what I’m looking for, I’ll get it and be back in a flash so you can feel better.”
The corner of Wes’ mouth quirked up. It was amazing to him sometimes how helpful Travis became once you started sleeping with him. “It’s an eye wash. Look on the aisle with all the stuff for contact lenses.”
“Gotcha,” Travis said, leaning in to give Wes yet another inappropriate good-bye kiss. “Be back in a jiffy, baby.”
Twenty-three minutes later, Travis returned with not just a bag from the drug store, but also a box of donuts and two extra-large cups of coffee. Wes realized that he should have known that Travis wouldn’t return without food. It was like his reward to himself for getting up early and leaving the house. But he also couldn’t complain – Travis had gone out for him and he was a bit hungry, too. “Donuts?”
“And coffee,” Travis said, setting the pink, orange, and white box onto the kitchen table. “Sorry I took longer than I said I would, but I was hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” Wes said, taking a maple frosted donut out of the box. “But I’ll forgive you this time.”
Travis grinned. “Why don’t you take care of your eye first, baby? You’ll enjoy that donut more when you can see it clearly.”
Wes took a large bite and chewed, sighing with pleasure. Generally, he didn’t indulge in junk food like this, but he was starving this morning and it tasted like heaven. “Let me finish this one and I’ll take care of my eye. I didn’t know I was hungry until I saw that box.”
Marks watched him like a hawk, declining to have a donut of his own until Wes’ eye had been looked after. It made Wes’ heart flutter a little knowing that Travis was putting his own needs to the side for him. Under normal circumstances, nothing came between Travis Marks and food.
“You done,” Travis asked, watching Wes lick the remaining bits of frosting from his fingers.
Nodding, Wes agreed. “Let me wash my hands and we can take care of my eye.”
“Sure thing, baby,” Travis said, following Wes back towards the bedroom. “And after that, I have something you can take care of for me.”
“You are absolutely awful,” Wes chuckled, poking Travis in the side.
“But you like it, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave Wes that knee-melting smile he was so good at. “Because I couldn’t stand it if you didn’t like my awfulness.”
Considering Travis seemed to be ovelry fond of Wes’ feminine side, how could he argue about Travis’ incorrigibility? “Of course I like it, Travis,” he said. “It’s one of the things that make you who you are. And you know how much I love you.”
“Aw,” Travis cooed, pinching one pale cheek. “You really do like me, eh buttercup?”
Yeah, he definitely liked him. “Help me clean my eye and I’ll show you.”
“Now there’s a promise I can’t let you break, baby,” Travis laughed. He set the bag on the counter and pulled out the eyewash. “Gotta take care of you so you can take care of me when I need it.”
“Which is always,” Wes deadpanned.
“Truth,” Travis agreed, moving in to administer to Wes’ irritated right eye. “But I’m needy that way, that’s why you’re so drawn to me. You’re like a mother hen sometimes, blondie. But that’s what I like about you, you know.”
He did know, and it worked both ways because Travis’ neediness made Wes feel wanted and needed. So, it was a win-win for sure. And later, when they lay on the bed, naked and sleepy, neither needed anything but a good, long nap. Oh, and maybe another donut.