TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

I Got Lost

A/N Not sure how this is gonna turn out as I'm never going to write smut but I'm awful and I mean awful at writing anything steamy at all like if you read the attempts in my drafts you would probably never listen to False God again and turn into a vegan duck  - this was a request but I couldn't really include Travis AND Donna AND make it accurate soz xx

Jason's POV

I'm sat in a room backstage on a couch with Kylie. Taylor just finished up her concert and is getting changed before we head out to a restaurant and my little brother's going to the bathroom.

Come to think of it I am actually bursting. I spent almost 4 hours having no circulation due to the impressive 113 friendship bracelets I got given. And yes, I did count. I don't know how Taylor does it I'm about to fall asleep on the spot and all I did was drink beer and sing a few songs off key.

I decide to head to the bathroom and hopefully find my brother and tell him to hurry up reliving himself so we can go try out some British cuisine.

I walk into the bathrooms and they're really fancy. I go to relive myself admiring the fancy soap dispensers and wallpaper. Looks like Tay really is a big deal around here. I almost get distracted remembering what I'm doing here. Wait where's Travis?

Oh that's weird he's not in here, there isn't really anywhere else he could've gone. I think as I walk over to Tay's dressing room. Oh the door isn't locked. I knock on the door hoping she's not naked or something.

I walk in to find my little brother passionately kissing the music industry desperately trying to slide the Midnights bodysuit off her arms. I stand there watching stunned for a moment before he turns his head slightly round lips still glued to the blonde woman face flushed. 

He rolls his eyes seeing it's me then carries on making out with her. Ugh. Someone needs to teach him where to draw the line with the PDA. I mean it is hot and I would normally tell them to get a room which they technically did but oh well that's besides the point.

I clear my throat.

"Travis" I try to get him to respond.

No response.

"Travis" I say, more loudly this time.

"TRAVIS" I shout.

He turns around almost innocently and looks at me confused as if he hadn't just stood there kissing Taylor Swift for the past 5 minutes in from of me and God knows how long before then.

"What?" he asks pretending to have no clue what's going on, "Is something wrong?"

Taylor blushes pushing the straps back up her shoulder and almost hides behind my brother.

"Sorry" she muffles going even more red.

I let out a hearty laugh.

"What happened to going to the bathroom?" I ask, almost comically knowing there was never an intention of going in the first place.

"I, Umm... got lost" Travis says.

I have to hold in to stop myself from dying of laughter.

A/N No clue what the inner monologue mixed with first person past tense thing is going on in this chapter soz, drop any requests if you want - NEW ORLEANS ERAS TOUR TOMOZZZZ - Rachel Zegler was so iconic for roasting the Taylor haters like that just sayin  xxx