Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Caramel lips are just East of Eden

Listen while you read, it brings a whole new atmosphere.

Travis
I explained to my father that I would be going on a run with some friends from the bible study at school.

"Bible study, eh?" He didn't look up from his newspaper.

I nodded, "Yes, sir. More of a stroll, than a run, really.."

Father grunted, eyes scanning the words on his newspaper. I waited fretfully, picking at my finger nails.

He looked up at me through his reading glasses, under heavy eyelids, "Sounds like it'd be good for you, son."

The nervousness washed away immediately as I sighed with relief. "Thank you, Father." I held my hands in front of me and tilted my head to him.

He hummed, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I thumped up the stairs, swinging a right into my room. Yanking out the drawers to my wardrobe, I dug through my shirts. I didn't want purple, I wanted something different. Something Sal would like.

A baby blue sweater caught my eye, I carefully pulled it out and held it up by the sleeves. The neckline, cuffs, and hem were black.

I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and replaced it with the sweater, modeling it in the mirror. Not too shabby.. in fact, it would pair nicely with some black jeans. Which I have.

Sal
Travis told me to meet him at the end of his road, a bit past the park. I sat in the grass waiting for him, picking at little blades of grass and tearing them to pieces.

The wind blew my hair around, smacking my prosthetic. I grunted and pushed the hair behind my ear.

It was 6:56 when I caught eye of Travis, four minutes early. The sky around us was mix of oranges and blues and pinks.

He smiled wide, waving as he picked up his pace to get to where I was.

I stood up off of the ground, dusting off my ass. Travis looked... so good.

A blue sweater was puffy around his slim frame, and his usually gelled hair was untamed and flopping around on his forehead.

"Hey, Sal." He stood in front of me, glowing from the sunset.

I smiled behind the permanent features, "Hi, Travis.." I spun around on my heel, to the direction of the apartments, "Shall we?"

Travis
Sal reminded me of something unearthed. Not like, an alien or something.

Like an angel.

When I saw him sitting in the grass with the wind blowing his hair, his body filtered golden from the sunset, I thought I would never look away.

Right before we entered the apartment building, he turned to me, placing a pale hand on my chest.

"The apartments aren't all that fancy.."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not worried about it."

His mobile eye shifted with doubt, yet he turned and opened the door. It smelled like freshly brewed tea, autumn candles, and cleaning supplies.

It was comforting.

Sal led me to an elevator, going up. The elevator creaked and groaned, and the music was some classical piano. Another cute little quirk to add to the building.

We left the elevator and stopped almost immediately in front of a green door adorning the number 402.

"Do you like cats?" He asked me, leaning against the door with his hand on the knob.

I nodded, "Cats are cool. I like 'em."

His eye shifted and I could tell he was smiling. He pushed the door open and I followed him inside.

He led me to a door covered in stickers and posters and allowed me inside.

"You know.." I said, sitting at the bottom of his bed, "You really don't have to worry. I've already been here once, Sal."

He shut the door and sighed, "I know. I remember, stupid." He kicked his shoes off into the floor and sat on a bean bag chair in the floor.

"Come here," he said, nodding at the second chair beside him, "and turn the light off."

I pushed myself up off of his bed, watching him cut on the tv, I crossed the room to the light switch then plopped into the bean bag beside Sal.

Sal
The movies we had to choose from were one of the SAW movies, The Butterfly Effect, or Taken.

To my surprise, Travis chose SAW III. "Not only a classic," he said, "but a favorite, too."

He had me giggling through the whole thing. Even with the torturing and the screaming girls and guys howling swears, somehow, Travis could find a way to make me laugh.

As the end credits rolled through, I muted the TV and turned on the radio. A pretty song being sung by a woman played, so I left it, and returned to my spot beside Travis.

"So, how's your run going, Travis?" I asked him teasingly, undoing my prosthetic.

Travis didn't miss a beat, or even pay attention to me taking it off. He never did, he never made a big deal out of it. Which is what made it so comfy.

"My run? It's going.." his smile was heart throbbing, "really good.."

All of his features were accentuated by the light from the TV. From his eyelashes, down to his caramel lips.

Travis
I've seen Sal without his prosthetic many times, now.  It just gets better every time.

It's like I'm really seeing him, seeing how he feels, seeing his smile.

I caught myself staring at his lips, the TV light glowing over his pretty face.

Sal
Travis leaned in, I let my eyes flutter shut.

Travis
My eyes drifted shut as my lips connected with Sal's. My face was burning a million degrees.

Sal
Travis' neck was so warm as I placed my hand on it, my cheeks were hot.

His hand slid into my hair, my stomach fluttered full of butterflies and excitement.

Our lips moved together in sync, we clicked teeth a few times, which embarrassed me. Travis would only smile and whisper that it was okay.

Travis
My heart was beating fast, and my whole body felt like it was flying.

Sal had maneuvered us so that he was straddling me in my lap, hands gripping my sweater. Respectively, I kept my hands above the waist.

I moved my jaw with his.

We stayed like this for a while. At least 30 minutes. Of course we would take our breaths.

But I couldn't keep myself off of him.

Sal
I had a hard time pulling myself from Travis, I couldn't get myself to stop.

However, we did, and I returned to my own beanbag chair.