Sal X Travis (Smut😱)

Four: Sal

(Mostly just fluff + a tiny little bit of angst but there will be smut-a lot of it- :D)

!!Warnings!! Mentions of SH cuts and scars, smut, angst, and most likely the most wholesome aftercare in the world

While I waited for Travis to get out of the shower I was just doing random things. Cleaning my room (for the first time in MONTHS), cleaning off my desk, feeding Gizmo, scrolling through Instagram and Tiktok, really just anything I could so that I could take my mind off the thoughts of Travis. In the bathroom. Of my apartment. Taking a shower. Without clothes.

I especially couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he got turned on from me just like sitting on his lap. Like what? How? How could anyone get turned on from me? My face is super scarred up n' I just don't look good in general.

I was so deep in thought I didn't hear Travis coming up behind me.

"Boo."

I jumped slightly as he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Awww did I scare you~"

"Oh shush. I didn't hear you coming."

"That's what she said."

"You're literally gay how would you know?."

"Wow. Rude."

He softly kissed under my ear and rested his head in the nape of my neck.

"I love you, ya know?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's pretty obvious. You did get a hard-on from me."

"Who wouldn't get a hard-on when their boyfriend sits on their lap and basically makes out with you."

"Oh. My. God. Did you have to talk about it?"

"Of course~"

"God, I hate you."

"Sure ya do."

Travis chuckled quietly and let go of my waist and turned me around to face him. He inched me towards my desk and leaned me against it slightly. I could feel my face start to heat up and flush a light pink.

I had a feeling I knew what was coming up and I didn't know if I was ready for that yet. I mean he just found out that i'm trans like 3 hours ago and I don't want him to see my scars and cuts.

Before I could even begin thinking about what would happen when he saw the semi-fresh cuts his hands intertwined with the strands of my hair and he (very) passionately kissed me.

I was so caught off guard that it took a little to re-calibrate and reciprocate said kiss while fluttering my eyes shut.

He brought one of his hands down and towards one of my thighs. I immediately got extremely nervous because what if he trails his hand up my shorts and feels the cuts? But he didn't. He broke the kiss and moved his hand back a few inches and looked deeply into my eyes. I don't know what that look means but I started thinking the worst.

He already knows.

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