Salvis Oneshots

🔥Meet Me in the Bathroom (2/2)🔥

Warnings: NSFW , biting, praise, slurs

Still Soft Dom Sal and bottom Travis

A bit of angst??
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Sals POV

I was still hard, but didn't want to ask Travis for help. I didn't want him to leave. I'm sure he wouldn't, but I'm just worried. Travis looked down at me, smirking as blood came from his lip. He must've bitten down too hard. I lifted my hand up, wiping the blood from his lip.

"You did a good job, Travvy. You didn't get us caught." I said, cupping his cheek. He pulled me close as he gently kicked my prosthetic away so it wouldn't be stepped on. Travis leaned down, his legs shaky . He kissed me. His lips were so soft..

I deepened the kiss as he whimpered quietly, moving his hands to my waist. He put his knee against my somewhat covered dick, which caused me to moan into the kiss. He seemed pleased with himself at the moment.

"Mmph..~" I made another sound, which clearly turned him on more. The kiss continued and he applied more pressure to my dick. I moaned once again and pulled away from the kiss.

"Fuck, Travis..~" I looked up at him as he started to touch me. I grabbed his hair and pushed him down, causing him to gasp softly. "S-suck me off, slut." I looked down at Travis, my hand still in his hair. He was a bright pink..cute.

Travis started to pull down my skirt and my boxers. I covered my face as my erect member nearly hit his face - he was pretty close. He looked up at me, a bit embarrassed.

"C'mon, pretty boy. You can do it.." I mumbled under my breath. Travis nodded, blushing a deep red, and took it in his mouth. I leaned back as I pulled his hair tightly. Travis moaned, which sent a vibration through my dick. I moved my hips slightly, pushing his head more onto my cock.

"A-aah..~ fuck.. good boy..~" I said softly as he started to go faster. I covered my mouth, making muffled sounds each time he would put his tongue over my tip. He moaned again once I pulled his hair even tighter. I didn't want to finish so quickly, but God this was hard.

Travis pulled away , looking up at me. I whined as I tried to push his head back onto me. I was breathing heavily as I started to speak.

"Don't stop.." I mumbled as I tried again to push him back on.

"Sal..I hear someone.." he whispered as he put his hands on my thighs.

"Fuck, mmh..-" Travis kissed me quickly before glancing back at the door. 

I adjusted myself, leaning against the stalls wall. I was a bit nervous, but didn't let that bother me. My hand trailed down to my dick, desperate for release. Travis looked back over at me, smirking a bit.

"Hm, but I'm not aloud to touch myself? S-stupid fag.." he mumbled the last bit. I could hardly make out a complete sentence. I was so fucking close. I ended up finishing within the next minute. I moaned loudly, quickly covering my mouth.

Travis seemed to be even more worried now that I was loud, and to be honest, so was I. We heard footsteps directly by our stall, and a soft knock followed.

"Excuse me, who's in here??" An angered, deeper voice spoke. It sounded like our science teacher. I looked at Travis, not knowing what to say or do. I sighed before speaking.

"U-uhm, it's Sal, sir!" My breath was heavy, and it was clear I had been jerking off. Fuck.

"You need to get out now." This man sounded pissed. I quickly got off of the ground and pulled up my boxers and skirt. I threw my sweater back on quickly as I helped Travis up. He then fixed his boxers as well as his shorts, putting his sweater on.

I picked up my prosthetic quickly, holding it to my face as I fastened the buckles. I unlocked the stalls door to be met with an angered, old, wrinkly face.

"Mr Phelps!? What on Earth were you two boys doing?? This is absolutely unacceptable!" He spat angrily. "Let's see what the headmaster has to say." I looked over at Travis, frowning slightly even though I knew he couldn't see me.

Travis looked scared, like, he was shaking. I felt bad because I got him into this damn mess. Fucking hell. We followed the teacher out of the bathroom. I held onto Travis' sweater sleeve the entire way..

Once we made it to the office, we were sat in chairs separated from each other.

"Ma'am, these two boys were caught in a stall together. " He spoke as he glared at us. I wanted to punch him so badly.

Travis' POV
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I was shaking like crazy. I couldn't believe this was happening. I shouldn't have went in there with him, but fuck it made me happy.. The principal and our teacher spoke about the situation that just occured while Sal and I exchanged worried looks.

"I'll be calling both of your parents. This is despicable behaviour." I heard her mutter. My stomach sank and I swear I was going to throw up.

"Ma'am.- Please. Please don't call my father. I can assure you, this wont happen again.." I said quietly. I felt my face heat up. I was terrified. She can't call my father, I'd get fucking beat to death!

I picked the skin from my fingers as I nervously stared at the floor. The principal started speaking again.

"I expected so much better from you boys. Mr Phelps, you especially." Hearing that made me want to cry.

I glanced up and saw her pick up the phone. Fuck! I thought. She was calling our parents. Fuck, fuck, fuck. No.

She ended up calling Sal's house first. Sal didn't seem as nervous as I did. How could he be so calm!? After her conversation with Sal's parent, she hung up and went to call my father. I nearly broke down right then and there. Sal could tell I was terrified.

He quickly walked over to me and went by my ear. "It'll be okay, darling. He won't hurt you." He whispered before going back to his seat. He didn't understand what my father would do. Fuck why does he make me feel this way!?

I started to cry, but quickly wiped my eyes and kept my eyes directed to the floor. I can't believe this.

1094 words. I apologize this took a little longer to publish! I sort of forgot about it 😓 Anyways, the next chapter will be mostly angst! <3