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In The Shower 2/2"I never get anything done in here," Alex sighed lovingly, toying with a curl of Travis' hair."Only me," Travis teased, looking him in the eye and grinning."Yes, only you. And that's why I haven't lathered, rinsed, or repeated yet.""Do you want me to do it for you?" Travis asked seriously, brushing back the black locks that plastered themselves to Alex's flawless face."Can you manage without any inappropriate groping?""I'll be on my best behavior. I promise."Travis pecked him on the lips and hugged him for a long while, enjoying the way they fit together perfectly, and then grabbed the shampoo and started his business. Alex watched him with the same incandescence in his eyes the entire time, a smile permanently curving his lips up.Travis loved to do this facing him because then he could see Alex's reactions and that beautiful complexion of his. It made for a slightly tougher time to do it thoroughly, but it was worth it. It was always worth it.He added his nails to round up ple
Sitting By a DoorWord count: 1,805It’s the first day I’ve come home frowning in a really long time and it’s not something that I want to get used to. However, it is something I’m going to have to deal with right now. I’m hoping to go inside, find Alex, lay down with him and take a nap. A nice, warm nap. A nap where I don’t have people yelling at me for the tomatoes in their salad or the blackened seasoning that they ordered but didn’t understand what that meant even after I told them and having them make me take it back and get the manager so they could complain about me. People can just be so frustrating sometimes! The only way I can make it through the days like this is knowing that I’m only being a waiter until I’m done with online college. I cannot wait for that day. For now I’ll just have to stick it out and get a little nudge from Alex every now and then.I get out of the car that we share (it works out fine because
The StoneTravis had never gotten over the fact that such a nice little creek ran through this rundown park in the middle of a low-class neighborhood. He never realized how much time he would spend here admiring the browning grass and rusted swing set, either. Or how he would eventually come here so often, retracing his steps as if it was a path he'd been walking every day of his life, and making it a part of his daily routine to visit a dark, square-cut stone with a beautiful name, a span of years, and a heartfelt quote from said person engraved into it.He walks his typical route, enjoying the sun on his face and the thin breeze just going through his long-sleeved button down to give him the relief that levels out his core temperature perfectly. He smiles to himself knowingly, a small little curvature of the lips that would probably go undetected by anyone who didn't know him personally. He didn't always smile so subtly; once it had been wide and obvious, even at the smallest of things. But si