I Guess Blue Hair Does Suit Me

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No POV:

Larry heads back to his floor and Ash goes home. Travis goes with Sal back to his place. The two go to Sal's room. "Your parents at work?" The blonde asks noticing no else is home. "My mom died when I was little and my dad is working late." The blue haired boy responds. Sal never really hid things. He was basically an open book. Better to be blunt and honest then to leave questions. "Oh I'm sorry to hear that."
Sal shrugs "its was a long time ago."

Gizmo walts into the room. "You have a cat?!" Travis bends down and pets the orange furry ball. "Oh yeah thats Gizmo." Sal says unclipping his prosthetic and placing it on his end table. "This eye is so annoying" this sentence confused Travis. "Eye?" Sal who forgot that he didnt mention that yet turns to the blonde. "I have a glass eye... You didnt notice?" Sal is surprised that the other didnt notice, considering the fact that they have been all over each others faces, up close, close enough to tell that its a glass eye. "How did you not notice when we made out?!" The blue haired boy questions. "Well I was high the first time and the second time there was like no light... At all, like I could barely see" okay now that makes sense. "Okay well are you okay if I take it out?" Travis nods. What was he supposed to say, no?! You can't just tell someone that they can't take out their fake eye.

Sal turns around to not face Travis. Sal pops out the glass eye and plops it into a glass of water on his bed side stand. He turns back around with his hand over his eye. Travis stands up and steps closer to Sal. He slowly puts his hand up to Sal's. The blonde brings the others hand down carefully. He looks at the empty socket. "I know its gross. I-... I can just put the eye back in-" sal gets cut off "relax, its okay, I don't think its gross." He gives a reassuring smile.

Sal pushes Travis onto the bed and climbs on top of him. Travis now being stratled has a confused look on his face. "What are you-" Travis, stopped from saying anything else by being kissed. "Be quite and follow me" Sal slams their faces together for the second time that day. Travis moves his hands up to the others waist. Sal grabbing tightly to Travis' shirt. The two breaking away for a breath. "Do you want to?" Sal asks. "I never have before" Travis answers. "Me neither" Sal replies as he shrugs while looking at Travis. "I mean I know we've only been together for a short amount of time so we don't have to" Sal reassures Travis.

Travis takes a moment to think about his next words. His mind conflicted, his whole life being told this was wrong, but just looking at the boy above him, he feels different. How can something this perfect, be wrong. Something so beautiful be a sin. Travis looks at Sal, he tucks some of the blue hair behind his ear, for a moment Travis' stomach turns with anxiety, but the longer he looks at the person above him, the more content he feels. Travis takes a deep breath. "Okay, but I don't want to go to far.. Is that okay?"

"Duh, im not going to push you into something you don't want" Sal leans in closer to Travis, their breaths intertwined.

Travis' fingers curl around the end of Sal's shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it off the bed. Sal tugs on the purple shirt Travis is wearing. He slowly brings it up and over his head and off his shoulders. Sal's hand meets his mouth when he sees the old bruises on his body. "Oh, um, these are old so don't mind that" Travis say's feeling awkward now.

"I know things aren't great at home for him but I didn't realize it was this bad" Sal thinks to himself as he moves his hand from his mouth. His finger tips now brushing over Travis' torso. Goosebumps raise on his body. A red flush coming over both of their faces.

The two boys feeling awkward but also comfortable in each others presence.

Hey author here. Im not going to write further than this so im just going to do a little skip to afterward. Sorry but also it's my story so not sorry ╮(─_─)╭

Sal and Travis now asleep in on another embrace, clothes off the bed and off their body's, while a blanket and the heat from the other person keeping them warm.