Mixtape (Common Law Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Mixtape
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,293
Summary: Travis hears a song on the radio and calls it out on its stupidity.
Author’s Note: Although she was Team Blake on The Voice, I’ve never cared much for RaeLynn. This song is okay… but well, Travis does have a point. I made a mini-playlist for this fic since it’s littered with song lyrics. You can find it here.
Also, this is part of the Wes in a Dress series, which can be found on AO3.
“This is a goddamned stupid song,” Travis muttered, flipping through the stations on Wes’ car stereo.
“You’re the one who left it on the country station,” Wes said, pulling into the restaurant parking lot.
“Yeah, well, not all of it is that stupid,” he said, winking at his boyfriend. “I mean I can fully get behind that “Kiss My Country Ass” song.
That didn’t surprise him in the least. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but what’s so stupid about this one then?” Travis latched onto him with those bottomless blue eyes and he felt his heart flutter for a moment.
“Where do I start?” Travis shook his head and fiddled with the radio dial again, settling on a Maroon 5 song before continuing. “Okay, so how about the first verse? ‘Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt, somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt. Somebody’s wanna hold his hand.’”
“What’s wrong with that?” Even though he knew where Marks was headed with this, Wes was curious to see how his partner was going to respond.
“What the hell do I need a girl for when you do all of those things for me already?” Travis’ expression was serious, an anomaly in itself.
“I still think you’re overanalyzing this,” Wes remarked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“What are you doing,” Travis asked, leaning over the center console to get a look at Wes’ phone.
“Looking up the lyrics to this song.” He pulled them up and read through them, nodding as he moved down the page. “Hmm.”
“See? Told you it was a stupid song.” Travis’ confident smile lit up the car’s interior with its intensity.
“Oh, no, that’s not what I meant.” Wes continued to read. “I was noticing how right you are about how these lyrics describe me perfectly. In particular this line that says, ‘Something that can wake him up and call his bluff’. Yep, me to a ‘t’.”
“You know what,” Travis said, a chuckle escaping between his words. “You can kiss my country ass.”
“You are such a pain in my city ass,” Wes responded.
“Wait,” Travis said, pointing at the screen of Wes’ cellphone. “This line right here is yours. ‘Something beautiful, unbreakable, that lights up in the dark’.”
Wes blushed and turned away from his lover’s appraising gaze. Even after all this time, Travis’ affection unnerved him, made him uncomfortable. He reached for the radio dial and scanned the stations until he found a song that he found familiar. Out of respect for Travis, he avoided the jazz stations where he’d normally go, which didn’t leave him many options when they were together.
And I will prove my love until you’re sure that I’m the one.
“Goddamned country music anyway,” Wes muttered.
Travis took his hand and squeezed. “Aw, is my poor baby finally realizing there’s something else out there besides smooth jazz?”
Wes glared at him. “I’ve always known there were other options out there, Travis. I like my jazz.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, grinning. “Although you refuse to listen to anything else.”
“You will not get me to listen to Kanye or One Direction. I draw the line there. But this…” He let his voice trail off as he listened to the smooth, deep voice crooning in his ear. Just ask and it will be done and I will prove my love. “I think I can live with this.”
Travis’ stomach growled and they both laughed, the moment broken. “You ready for dinner, baby?”
“Yeah,” Wes said, turning the engine off.
They exited the vehicle and walked towards the restaurant, hand in hand. “You know, maybe that song wasn’t so stupid after all.”
“No?” Wes looked at his partner’s profile, waiting for the punchline.
“Yeah, you get rid of the ‘god made girls’ part and replace it with ‘god made Wes’ and we’re good to go.”
“Travis, you are too much,” Wes said, tugging him inside the restaurant. “But I think I’ll keep you.”
“Glad to hear it,” Travis said before letting the hostess know it was just the two of them. “Because you are stuck with me, Wesleigh.”
As if he didn’t already know that. “I figured that much out when I pulled my gun on you and you didn’t hate me for it. For whatever its worth, I’m happy you stuck with me through it all.”
Travis slid into the booth across from Wes and grabbed a menu. “I had a soft spot for your stubborn ass even back then. I blame it on your dimples.”
“So, it’s my dimples’ fault then?”
“Yep,” Travis agreed. “I came for the dimples and stayed for the dresses.”
Wes choked on his mouthful of water. “Please do not say things like that in public,” he begged. “Especially when I’m wearing a suit.”
“Fine,” Travis sighed, drawing the word out into five syllables. “And what’s with the suit anyway? I thought you said you picked up something new last weekend?”
Shrugging, Wes played it off. “I did, but I was saving it for a special occasion. This, as nice as it is, is just dinner after a long day.”
“So, Friday?” The words were hopeful and layered with a hint of true interest.
“Sure,” Wes sighed. “You plan a date for Friday and I’ll show you my new outfit.”
“It’s a date, baby,” Travis said, opening his menu. “You eat here before? Anything good?”
Watching his lover for a long moment, Wes felt the stress of the day lifting from his shoulders. Travis appeared to be a complicated person on the surface, but deep down, he was a simple man with simple needs. Good food, good company, and a warm bed were all he needed to be happy. He brought balance to Wes’ overly complicated life and was a constant reminder to simplify and not worry so much.
“Yes, Travis, it’s all good. But I think you’d appreciate this burger here,” he pointed at something on his own menu. “It’s beef, pork, and more cheese than one person needs in a meal. Right up your alley.”
Travis’ face lit up as he read the description. “Yeah baby, that’s what I’m talking about. I’m getting that.”
Wes knew he would. There was a time when that kind of knowledge would have bothered him, but now he took it for what it was. Proof that they were in an honest-to-god real relationship that was growing stronger by the day. When Travis pointed out the shrimp bahn-mi and suggested Wes try it, he knew that they were both growing and committing themselves to this relationship. In an attempt to give Travis the credit he deserved, he refrained from telling him it was his go-to sandwich in this place and instead acted surprised to see something like that on the menu.
It was a beautiful thing, their partnership.
A lyric from a song that he’d heard earlier in the day floated through his mind. It was one that had made him laugh the first time he heard it because it had seemed so fitting when they’d first started dating. Although, now it held another, deeper meaning for him.
Just another heartache in waiting
Just another sweet talking dream that ends in lonely nights
Just another handsome breakup
And he'll be gone before the morning light
But he's my mistake to make, all night
A smile flitted across Wes’ face. Travis was all of those things, there wasn’t any doubting that, but one important thing had changed. He wasn’t ever gone before the morning light these days. Nope, Travis liked to sleep in for as long as possible, even on workdays. But he’ll forever be Wes’ mistake to make. All night, all day, for the rest of their lives.
xx
End Note: Songs referenced herein:
God Made Girls by Raelynn
Kiss My Country Ass by Blake Shelton
The One by Gary Allan
My Mistake by Cam
Fandom: Common Law
Pairing: Travis Marks/Wes Mitchell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,293
Summary: Travis hears a song on the radio and calls it out on its stupidity.
Author’s Note: Although she was Team Blake on The Voice, I’ve never cared much for RaeLynn. This song is okay… but well, Travis does have a point. I made a mini-playlist for this fic since it’s littered with song lyrics. You can find it here.
Also, this is part of the Wes in a Dress series, which can be found on AO3.
“This is a goddamned stupid song,” Travis muttered, flipping through the stations on Wes’ car stereo.
“You’re the one who left it on the country station,” Wes said, pulling into the restaurant parking lot.
“Yeah, well, not all of it is that stupid,” he said, winking at his boyfriend. “I mean I can fully get behind that “Kiss My Country Ass” song.
That didn’t surprise him in the least. “I know I’m going to regret asking this, but what’s so stupid about this one then?” Travis latched onto him with those bottomless blue eyes and he felt his heart flutter for a moment.
“Where do I start?” Travis shook his head and fiddled with the radio dial again, settling on a Maroon 5 song before continuing. “Okay, so how about the first verse? ‘Somebody’s gotta wear a pretty skirt, somebody’s gotta be the one to flirt. Somebody’s wanna hold his hand.’”
“What’s wrong with that?” Even though he knew where Marks was headed with this, Wes was curious to see how his partner was going to respond.
“What the hell do I need a girl for when you do all of those things for me already?” Travis’ expression was serious, an anomaly in itself.
“I still think you’re overanalyzing this,” Wes remarked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“What are you doing,” Travis asked, leaning over the center console to get a look at Wes’ phone.
“Looking up the lyrics to this song.” He pulled them up and read through them, nodding as he moved down the page. “Hmm.”
“See? Told you it was a stupid song.” Travis’ confident smile lit up the car’s interior with its intensity.
“Oh, no, that’s not what I meant.” Wes continued to read. “I was noticing how right you are about how these lyrics describe me perfectly. In particular this line that says, ‘Something that can wake him up and call his bluff’. Yep, me to a ‘t’.”
“You know what,” Travis said, a chuckle escaping between his words. “You can kiss my country ass.”
“You are such a pain in my city ass,” Wes responded.
“Wait,” Travis said, pointing at the screen of Wes’ cellphone. “This line right here is yours. ‘Something beautiful, unbreakable, that lights up in the dark’.”
Wes blushed and turned away from his lover’s appraising gaze. Even after all this time, Travis’ affection unnerved him, made him uncomfortable. He reached for the radio dial and scanned the stations until he found a song that he found familiar. Out of respect for Travis, he avoided the jazz stations where he’d normally go, which didn’t leave him many options when they were together.
And I will prove my love until you’re sure that I’m the one.
“Goddamned country music anyway,” Wes muttered.
Travis took his hand and squeezed. “Aw, is my poor baby finally realizing there’s something else out there besides smooth jazz?”
Wes glared at him. “I’ve always known there were other options out there, Travis. I like my jazz.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, grinning. “Although you refuse to listen to anything else.”
“You will not get me to listen to Kanye or One Direction. I draw the line there. But this…” He let his voice trail off as he listened to the smooth, deep voice crooning in his ear. Just ask and it will be done and I will prove my love. “I think I can live with this.”
Travis’ stomach growled and they both laughed, the moment broken. “You ready for dinner, baby?”
“Yeah,” Wes said, turning the engine off.
They exited the vehicle and walked towards the restaurant, hand in hand. “You know, maybe that song wasn’t so stupid after all.”
“No?” Wes looked at his partner’s profile, waiting for the punchline.
“Yeah, you get rid of the ‘god made girls’ part and replace it with ‘god made Wes’ and we’re good to go.”
“Travis, you are too much,” Wes said, tugging him inside the restaurant. “But I think I’ll keep you.”
“Glad to hear it,” Travis said before letting the hostess know it was just the two of them. “Because you are stuck with me, Wesleigh.”
As if he didn’t already know that. “I figured that much out when I pulled my gun on you and you didn’t hate me for it. For whatever its worth, I’m happy you stuck with me through it all.”
Travis slid into the booth across from Wes and grabbed a menu. “I had a soft spot for your stubborn ass even back then. I blame it on your dimples.”
“So, it’s my dimples’ fault then?”
“Yep,” Travis agreed. “I came for the dimples and stayed for the dresses.”
Wes choked on his mouthful of water. “Please do not say things like that in public,” he begged. “Especially when I’m wearing a suit.”
“Fine,” Travis sighed, drawing the word out into five syllables. “And what’s with the suit anyway? I thought you said you picked up something new last weekend?”
Shrugging, Wes played it off. “I did, but I was saving it for a special occasion. This, as nice as it is, is just dinner after a long day.”
“So, Friday?” The words were hopeful and layered with a hint of true interest.
“Sure,” Wes sighed. “You plan a date for Friday and I’ll show you my new outfit.”
“It’s a date, baby,” Travis said, opening his menu. “You eat here before? Anything good?”
Watching his lover for a long moment, Wes felt the stress of the day lifting from his shoulders. Travis appeared to be a complicated person on the surface, but deep down, he was a simple man with simple needs. Good food, good company, and a warm bed were all he needed to be happy. He brought balance to Wes’ overly complicated life and was a constant reminder to simplify and not worry so much.
“Yes, Travis, it’s all good. But I think you’d appreciate this burger here,” he pointed at something on his own menu. “It’s beef, pork, and more cheese than one person needs in a meal. Right up your alley.”
Travis’ face lit up as he read the description. “Yeah baby, that’s what I’m talking about. I’m getting that.”
Wes knew he would. There was a time when that kind of knowledge would have bothered him, but now he took it for what it was. Proof that they were in an honest-to-god real relationship that was growing stronger by the day. When Travis pointed out the shrimp bahn-mi and suggested Wes try it, he knew that they were both growing and committing themselves to this relationship. In an attempt to give Travis the credit he deserved, he refrained from telling him it was his go-to sandwich in this place and instead acted surprised to see something like that on the menu.
It was a beautiful thing, their partnership.
A lyric from a song that he’d heard earlier in the day floated through his mind. It was one that had made him laugh the first time he heard it because it had seemed so fitting when they’d first started dating. Although, now it held another, deeper meaning for him.
Just another heartache in waiting
Just another sweet talking dream that ends in lonely nights
Just another handsome breakup
And he'll be gone before the morning light
But he's my mistake to make, all night
A smile flitted across Wes’ face. Travis was all of those things, there wasn’t any doubting that, but one important thing had changed. He wasn’t ever gone before the morning light these days. Nope, Travis liked to sleep in for as long as possible, even on workdays. But he’ll forever be Wes’ mistake to make. All night, all day, for the rest of their lives.
xx
End Note: Songs referenced herein:
God Made Girls by Raelynn
Kiss My Country Ass by Blake Shelton
The One by Gary Allan
My Mistake by Cam
