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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: You Wreck Me Chapter 3 (final)
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: R
Warnings: Part of the Wes in a Dress series so it contains mention of crossdressing.
Word Count: 1,874
Summary: Wes has had enough of the club and is ready to wrap the night up.
Author’s Note: This series is both my favorite and my most hated. Mostly because it brings out my goofiest side. Not that it shows in this installment, but while looking through older bits to find information, I found myself rolling my eyes at myself.
Continued from here.
Travis closed the door behind them, locking it and approaching Wes. “I’ve gotta say, that’s the quickest trip I’ve ever made to any club. Ever.”
Wes smiled, half terrified that Travis was upset with him. “And that’s a bad thing?”
He took two steps closer, cupping a cheek with his large hand. “In this case, absolutely not.”
“And in others?” Wes didn’t really want to know, but his masochistic streak made him ask the question anyway. Damn his inquisitive mind.
“In others,” Travis said, stealing a taste of Wes’ lips, “it meant there wasn’t any reason to stick around for the night.”
“Meaning?” God, he hated himself sometimes.
“It doesn’t matter, baby.” Marks took Wes’ mouth with his own, cutting off any more questions, any lingering doubts.
Weak-kneed, Wes leaned into the broad chest before him, opening his mouth to the invasion of Travis’ tongue. He could forget all the rest if Travis just kept kissing him. The past was the past and they had a future together. Wait.
“Travis,” he mumbled against his lover’s lips. “Wait.”
“What?” Travis wiped a hand across his mouth, confusion etched onto his face. “Something wrong?”
“No,” Wes said, suddenly wishing he hadn’t stopped Travis. “I – I just had some news I wanted to share. I was going to wait until later, when it was all confirmed but –”
“Tell me already, baby,” Travis laughed. “You’re killing me.”
Wes smiled despite the fear rising in his belly. “Okay, fine. I put an offer in on a house last week.”
“You’re kidding me? Where is it? Gimme deets.” His excitement was palpable and real.
“Hold your horses, mister. The offer hasn’t been accepted yet. I should know by Monday.” He still wasn’t sure what he’d do if they rejected his bid. Start over maybe? It was a daunting thought.
“I’m not worried,” Travis said, hugging him. “But I am so happy for you.”
“You should be happy for us. This will be a game changer between us.” He watched Travis’ face as he said the words, searching for any signs of imminent flight.
“Right, because then you won’t have to worry about being seen by a million people coming in or leaving the hotel.” He released his hold on Wes and rubbed a hand against his chin. “I can finally get you to loosen up a bit and stop worrying about who’ll see and all the rest. I like it.” He tilted his head and gave Wes a smile he’d never seen before – one full of hope and promise. “And maybe I can even spend the night now and again.” He punctuated the seemingly sweet comment with a lewd waggle of his eyebrows.
“You can be the best, Marks, but right now, you’re the absolute worst.” But he couldn’t deny the fact that that was high on his list of reasons to get a place of his own. Not that Travis hadn’t stayed over more than a few times already, but with his own place, there’d be room for their relationship to grow. From a toothbrush in the bathroom to a drawer in Wes’ bedroom. From there, who knew.
“Yeah, well, it’s all part of my irresistible charm,” he grinned. “So, what made you do this?”
Good question. “I’m not sure. A combination of things, to be honest. I’m tired of living in a hotel, for one.”
“Well, there’s progress,” Travis laughed, moving to the couch. Patting the spot beside him, Wes came over and curled into his body. “I thought you’d never get tired of this place.”
“You have to admit, between the room service and the free maid, it is kind of nice.”
Travis’ grin turned wily. “Until you tell me I have to be quiet. Then it sucks.”
He had a rather valid point there. “I also realized that I’ll never move past Alex if I continue to stay here. So, in an effort to make this thing between us more real, I decided I needed to move.”
The shock on Travis’ face was evident. “Wow,” he said, fingers twining with Wes’. “That’s unexpected. But in a good way.”
Wes let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I was worried.”
“You have nothing to worry about with me, Wes. Ever. Well, except the two of us disturbing your neighbors in about ten minutes. But other than that? Nope.”
He wanted to tell Travis that he was awful, incorrigible, and horny, to boot, but he couldn’t find it in him to dampen the enthusiasm he had. And not just for sex, but also for their relationship and moving this ship forward. “You make me crazy, but I love it – and you.”
Marks’ grin faltered for approximately three quarters of a second before returning with brilliant vengeance. Poking Wes in the side, he cooed, “Aw, you said you loooooove me. I always knew it was true.” With a gentle push, he guided Wes onto his back on the couch. Straddling the blond’s legs, he initiated a deep, soulful kiss, igniting desire deep within them both. “For the record, buttercup, I love you, too.”
It wasn’t something he’d ever expected to say to Travis, no matter how deeply he felt the words. More than that, it wasn’t a phrase he’d thought would exit Marks’ mouth in this lifetime. But there they were, the words they’d both said, hovering between them. Wes moved in for another kiss, taking his time and savoring the taste of his lover’s promises. Travis returned his enthusiasm, deepening the kiss and pulling their bodies as close as physically possible.
For the first time in a long time, he wished Travis had convinced him to wear a dress on their Friday night foray into the wilds of the club scene. Or at least a skirt. With either of those items, there’d be no struggles to get undressed – just the prompt removal of whatever flimsy piece of fabric Travis had managed to con him into wearing and then the fireworks would start. Instead, there were two pairs of pants keeping them from getting at each other and it wasn’t making him very happy.
Wes must’ve groaned because Travis nipped at his neck. “Problems baby? You want to move into the bedroom?”
“No,” he begged, not wanting to take the time to walk anywhere. “Just get me naked.”
“As you wish,” he said, moving onto all fours.
Travis was a master at many things, but clothing removal was something that he excelled at. He tried not to think about all the practice he’d had before coming into this relationship, because that only made Wes crazy. Instead, he pretended that Marks’ need for him alone drove that skill.
“Shirt too, baby?”
“No,” Wes groaned, “stop wasting time.”
He knew those were the magic words, too. And while Travis was adept at doing just that – wasting time – when it came to sex, he never dallied. Within minutes, Marks had stripped them both of every scrap of clothing, even the shirts he’d prayed he wouldn’t bother with. A shudder that was two parts anticipation and one part chilly living room air ran through him.
When their bodies came together again, it was a collision of warmth and sweat and passion and adrenaline. Wes buried his fingers in Travis’ hair and his screams into Marks’ shoulder. In return, Travis filled Wes with his cock, his tongue, his desire. It was a perfect moment in the midst of a very imperfect life. As far as Wes was concerned, they could pass every evening intertwined exactly as they were. Dress, pants, sweatpants or birthday suit, it didn’t matter how they started as long as they all ended in the same way – with the two of them together.
Sated and exhausted, Travis collapsed onto Wes’ chest, face pressed into the slickness of their combined perspiration. A delighted sigh escaped him. “I can’t wait until you have this place of your own,” he said.
“It’s not a done deal yet,” Wes reminded him.
“I know, I know,” he agreed, moving into a position that was both comfortable for him and not crushing Wes at the same time. “But you know it will be.”
“I hope so anyway,” Wes said, smoothing the palm of his hand up the curved muscles of Travis’ back.
“As much as I love the feel of your teeth in my shoulder,” he teased, kissing the slope of Wes’ jaw as he spoke, “I can’t wait to hear your voice break as you’re screaming my name.”
Wes was too drained to argue or even call him out on his presumptuousness. “You would like that, I’m sure.”
“You know I would,” Travis agreed. “And so will you.”
Long, quiet moments passed as they rested in the comfortable silence filling the room. Wes had thought Travis to be asleep when he spoke up, voice thick and sleepy. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted, you know. Not what we just did, but this.”
“Us, you mean?” Wes was a little confused, but Marks’ post-coital brain didn’t always function properly either.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “us. Cuddled up like this, even if you can’t breathe, it’s still perfect.”
“Perfect for you, you mean,” Wes teased. “I mean, if I can’t breathe, it’s only going to be so perfect for so long and then it’s going to suck.”
Travis chuckled and moved onto his side, bringing Wes’ naked chest flat against his own. “I know you were pissed when I let myself in that night, but I’m thankful that I did.”
Closing his eyes, Wes thought about that night so many months ago. He’d had had a bad day and an even rougher week and it had led him to contemplate his college days when he’d dress in drag not only for the exhilaration of it all, but for the anonymity that came along with it. Needing to be anyone but himself that night, he’d pulled out all the stops.
Only to have his partner burst in unannounced while he wore nothing but a strappy sundress and a goofy smile.
Wes had been mortified when Travis crashed into his hotel room, and yet, it had been a defining point in their relationship, both personal and professional. Although, if asked, he would have predicted an awkward and vocal reaction to his dressing in drag, but Travis had stunned him. In a rare show of support, Travis had not only accepted his attire, but had gone so far as to be appreciative of it.
His cock got hard just thinking about how grateful Travis had been that night.
“You’re right, I was pissed,” Wes admitted. “But I was more terrified of what you were going to say and do after seeing me like that.”
“Did I surprise you?”
“To say the least. I expected teasing and joking and instead I got –”
“Fucked,” Travis cackled.
“Several times, to be exact. And I don’t regret one minute of it.” Mostly. There were times… but he’d keep that to himself. Those brief glimpses of remorse were few and far between, becoming rarer and rarer as time went by. “I’m glad you finally found what you wanted, Travis.”
“Me too, blondie.” He snugged into the warmth of Wes’ embrace and slept.
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: R
Warnings: Part of the Wes in a Dress series so it contains mention of crossdressing.
Word Count: 1,874
Summary: Wes has had enough of the club and is ready to wrap the night up.
Author’s Note: This series is both my favorite and my most hated. Mostly because it brings out my goofiest side. Not that it shows in this installment, but while looking through older bits to find information, I found myself rolling my eyes at myself.
Continued from here.
Travis closed the door behind them, locking it and approaching Wes. “I’ve gotta say, that’s the quickest trip I’ve ever made to any club. Ever.”
Wes smiled, half terrified that Travis was upset with him. “And that’s a bad thing?”
He took two steps closer, cupping a cheek with his large hand. “In this case, absolutely not.”
“And in others?” Wes didn’t really want to know, but his masochistic streak made him ask the question anyway. Damn his inquisitive mind.
“In others,” Travis said, stealing a taste of Wes’ lips, “it meant there wasn’t any reason to stick around for the night.”
“Meaning?” God, he hated himself sometimes.
“It doesn’t matter, baby.” Marks took Wes’ mouth with his own, cutting off any more questions, any lingering doubts.
Weak-kneed, Wes leaned into the broad chest before him, opening his mouth to the invasion of Travis’ tongue. He could forget all the rest if Travis just kept kissing him. The past was the past and they had a future together. Wait.
“Travis,” he mumbled against his lover’s lips. “Wait.”
“What?” Travis wiped a hand across his mouth, confusion etched onto his face. “Something wrong?”
“No,” Wes said, suddenly wishing he hadn’t stopped Travis. “I – I just had some news I wanted to share. I was going to wait until later, when it was all confirmed but –”
“Tell me already, baby,” Travis laughed. “You’re killing me.”
Wes smiled despite the fear rising in his belly. “Okay, fine. I put an offer in on a house last week.”
“You’re kidding me? Where is it? Gimme deets.” His excitement was palpable and real.
“Hold your horses, mister. The offer hasn’t been accepted yet. I should know by Monday.” He still wasn’t sure what he’d do if they rejected his bid. Start over maybe? It was a daunting thought.
“I’m not worried,” Travis said, hugging him. “But I am so happy for you.”
“You should be happy for us. This will be a game changer between us.” He watched Travis’ face as he said the words, searching for any signs of imminent flight.
“Right, because then you won’t have to worry about being seen by a million people coming in or leaving the hotel.” He released his hold on Wes and rubbed a hand against his chin. “I can finally get you to loosen up a bit and stop worrying about who’ll see and all the rest. I like it.” He tilted his head and gave Wes a smile he’d never seen before – one full of hope and promise. “And maybe I can even spend the night now and again.” He punctuated the seemingly sweet comment with a lewd waggle of his eyebrows.
“You can be the best, Marks, but right now, you’re the absolute worst.” But he couldn’t deny the fact that that was high on his list of reasons to get a place of his own. Not that Travis hadn’t stayed over more than a few times already, but with his own place, there’d be room for their relationship to grow. From a toothbrush in the bathroom to a drawer in Wes’ bedroom. From there, who knew.
“Yeah, well, it’s all part of my irresistible charm,” he grinned. “So, what made you do this?”
Good question. “I’m not sure. A combination of things, to be honest. I’m tired of living in a hotel, for one.”
“Well, there’s progress,” Travis laughed, moving to the couch. Patting the spot beside him, Wes came over and curled into his body. “I thought you’d never get tired of this place.”
“You have to admit, between the room service and the free maid, it is kind of nice.”
Travis’ grin turned wily. “Until you tell me I have to be quiet. Then it sucks.”
He had a rather valid point there. “I also realized that I’ll never move past Alex if I continue to stay here. So, in an effort to make this thing between us more real, I decided I needed to move.”
The shock on Travis’ face was evident. “Wow,” he said, fingers twining with Wes’. “That’s unexpected. But in a good way.”
Wes let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “I was worried.”
“You have nothing to worry about with me, Wes. Ever. Well, except the two of us disturbing your neighbors in about ten minutes. But other than that? Nope.”
He wanted to tell Travis that he was awful, incorrigible, and horny, to boot, but he couldn’t find it in him to dampen the enthusiasm he had. And not just for sex, but also for their relationship and moving this ship forward. “You make me crazy, but I love it – and you.”
Marks’ grin faltered for approximately three quarters of a second before returning with brilliant vengeance. Poking Wes in the side, he cooed, “Aw, you said you loooooove me. I always knew it was true.” With a gentle push, he guided Wes onto his back on the couch. Straddling the blond’s legs, he initiated a deep, soulful kiss, igniting desire deep within them both. “For the record, buttercup, I love you, too.”
It wasn’t something he’d ever expected to say to Travis, no matter how deeply he felt the words. More than that, it wasn’t a phrase he’d thought would exit Marks’ mouth in this lifetime. But there they were, the words they’d both said, hovering between them. Wes moved in for another kiss, taking his time and savoring the taste of his lover’s promises. Travis returned his enthusiasm, deepening the kiss and pulling their bodies as close as physically possible.
For the first time in a long time, he wished Travis had convinced him to wear a dress on their Friday night foray into the wilds of the club scene. Or at least a skirt. With either of those items, there’d be no struggles to get undressed – just the prompt removal of whatever flimsy piece of fabric Travis had managed to con him into wearing and then the fireworks would start. Instead, there were two pairs of pants keeping them from getting at each other and it wasn’t making him very happy.
Wes must’ve groaned because Travis nipped at his neck. “Problems baby? You want to move into the bedroom?”
“No,” he begged, not wanting to take the time to walk anywhere. “Just get me naked.”
“As you wish,” he said, moving onto all fours.
Travis was a master at many things, but clothing removal was something that he excelled at. He tried not to think about all the practice he’d had before coming into this relationship, because that only made Wes crazy. Instead, he pretended that Marks’ need for him alone drove that skill.
“Shirt too, baby?”
“No,” Wes groaned, “stop wasting time.”
He knew those were the magic words, too. And while Travis was adept at doing just that – wasting time – when it came to sex, he never dallied. Within minutes, Marks had stripped them both of every scrap of clothing, even the shirts he’d prayed he wouldn’t bother with. A shudder that was two parts anticipation and one part chilly living room air ran through him.
When their bodies came together again, it was a collision of warmth and sweat and passion and adrenaline. Wes buried his fingers in Travis’ hair and his screams into Marks’ shoulder. In return, Travis filled Wes with his cock, his tongue, his desire. It was a perfect moment in the midst of a very imperfect life. As far as Wes was concerned, they could pass every evening intertwined exactly as they were. Dress, pants, sweatpants or birthday suit, it didn’t matter how they started as long as they all ended in the same way – with the two of them together.
Sated and exhausted, Travis collapsed onto Wes’ chest, face pressed into the slickness of their combined perspiration. A delighted sigh escaped him. “I can’t wait until you have this place of your own,” he said.
“It’s not a done deal yet,” Wes reminded him.
“I know, I know,” he agreed, moving into a position that was both comfortable for him and not crushing Wes at the same time. “But you know it will be.”
“I hope so anyway,” Wes said, smoothing the palm of his hand up the curved muscles of Travis’ back.
“As much as I love the feel of your teeth in my shoulder,” he teased, kissing the slope of Wes’ jaw as he spoke, “I can’t wait to hear your voice break as you’re screaming my name.”
Wes was too drained to argue or even call him out on his presumptuousness. “You would like that, I’m sure.”
“You know I would,” Travis agreed. “And so will you.”
Long, quiet moments passed as they rested in the comfortable silence filling the room. Wes had thought Travis to be asleep when he spoke up, voice thick and sleepy. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted, you know. Not what we just did, but this.”
“Us, you mean?” Wes was a little confused, but Marks’ post-coital brain didn’t always function properly either.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “us. Cuddled up like this, even if you can’t breathe, it’s still perfect.”
“Perfect for you, you mean,” Wes teased. “I mean, if I can’t breathe, it’s only going to be so perfect for so long and then it’s going to suck.”
Travis chuckled and moved onto his side, bringing Wes’ naked chest flat against his own. “I know you were pissed when I let myself in that night, but I’m thankful that I did.”
Closing his eyes, Wes thought about that night so many months ago. He’d had had a bad day and an even rougher week and it had led him to contemplate his college days when he’d dress in drag not only for the exhilaration of it all, but for the anonymity that came along with it. Needing to be anyone but himself that night, he’d pulled out all the stops.
Only to have his partner burst in unannounced while he wore nothing but a strappy sundress and a goofy smile.
Wes had been mortified when Travis crashed into his hotel room, and yet, it had been a defining point in their relationship, both personal and professional. Although, if asked, he would have predicted an awkward and vocal reaction to his dressing in drag, but Travis had stunned him. In a rare show of support, Travis had not only accepted his attire, but had gone so far as to be appreciative of it.
His cock got hard just thinking about how grateful Travis had been that night.
“You’re right, I was pissed,” Wes admitted. “But I was more terrified of what you were going to say and do after seeing me like that.”
“Did I surprise you?”
“To say the least. I expected teasing and joking and instead I got –”
“Fucked,” Travis cackled.
“Several times, to be exact. And I don’t regret one minute of it.” Mostly. There were times… but he’d keep that to himself. Those brief glimpses of remorse were few and far between, becoming rarer and rarer as time went by. “I’m glad you finally found what you wanted, Travis.”
“Me too, blondie.” He snugged into the warmth of Wes’ embrace and slept.
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Date: 2015-03-31 04:39 am (UTC)LOL, I love how Travis talks. :D
Ah, yes, the sundress incident. Mmm, takes me back... :DDD
This is such a sweet story! I love this chapter best. Travis is so awesome. So often I seem him as the rock that holds up Wes, but here at the end with his sleepy confession, I feel like it's very much an equal give and take between the two men.
Lovely!
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Date: 2015-03-31 05:11 pm (UTC)Hahaha! Yeah, I don't know what I was even thinking when I started writing this series, but it's sure been amusing.
Aw, thank you. :) He was a bit of an arrogant, irresponsible ass in cannon, but I think that if we got a second season, he would have matured some. So, that's how I like to write him. And I'm thrilled that you love this about him. He really is supportive in his own, insane sort of way! :)
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Date: 2015-04-13 02:31 pm (UTC)I read this in the car (and oh, boy, did I have time in the car ...) Your comment about bringing out your goofier side made me smile because I really had a sense (especially in chapter one) that you were having a lot of fun with that (Wes and the process of getting ready ...) But I think in that way we can both be goofy so I happen to like it. Oh, and the yummy goodness.
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Date: 2015-04-13 03:35 pm (UTC)Something about this series really does let me have fun, and I love it. But it's always good to know someone else is having just as much fun.
Oh... speaking of goofy... just wait until you see what I have to post today. UGH. Talk about ridiculousness. :D