Timeless: Tayvis Oneshots

my dad's best friend

TW: age gap

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Taylor's POV

Travis Kelce was my fucking undoing. There were only two problems, and one of which I didn't entirely see as a problem. The other was more of an obstacle.

One: he had just turned forty

Two: he was best friends with my dad

Travis and I were just over seventeen years apart and he was a few years younger than my dad. They'd met through work about five years ago, and ever since I'd been seventeen, fuck I'd wanted Travis. Now I was twenty-two, and that longing had not faded.

I was home for November break from college, and Travis was just...around a lot of the time. I didn't have much to do so sometimes I went in to help dad at the shop, which sucked because Travis was one of the main mechanics there. I had to work with him on the cars sometimes when he needed help, since I'd pretty much in the shop and knew a lot. That was awful, because he had his sleeves rolled up and his shirt unbuttoned a little in the heat of the warehouse we did the cars in.

"Honey girl!" Dad called up the stairs to where I lounged in my bedroom, texting my girls group chat from college.

"Yeah?" I shouted, rolling over to look at my open bedroom door.

"I've got a work dinner, could you go into the shop just before six and make sure everything's closing up okay for me?"

"Yeah sure!" I agreed. "Have fun!"

"Thanks!" Dad called back, and I heard him leave the house as I rolled back over. 

I scrolled for a little while until just after five thirty and then sighed and got to my feet, sticking my phone into my pocket. Grabbing my car keys on the way out, I stuffed my feet into some sandals before locking the house on the way out. 

It wasn't that long of a drive to the shop, and I pulled into the back carpark ten minutes later. Then I sighed to myself, realizing that Travis' car was the only one parked there as well. Of course he was the only one still here. Just my luck.

Looking down, I realized I'd worn a shitty choice of outfit. I was in grey sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, no bra, hair unbrushed in a plait. I hadn't expected anyone to be here; we closed at five.

But I did have to check a few things, so I sighed to myself and got out of my car, my scuffs scraping across the gravel as I walked in through the back. I could hear a radio playing music in the warehouse, which meant Travis was probably working late on a car even though he wasn't getting paid for it. Of course he was.

"Someone there?" I heard him call out as I walked through.

"It's just me." I sighed as I walked around the corner, finding Travis bent over the open hood of a jeep.

"Oh hey." Travis smiled. "Your dad send you in to close out?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Need any help?"

Travis shook his head, so I just nodded awkwardly and shuffled past to go into the office. Leaning over the desk, I checked through all of the arrivals and current vehicles, making sure everything was correct and updated. Then I clocked out the computers, checked the voicemails on the phone, and left notes for who to call back about what. 

"Hey blondie?" I heard Travis call for me, so I straightened up and leaned out of the office.

"What?"