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Genre: Modern

Name: Orion W. Smith

Nickname: Rio or Rion

Age: 23

 

Checking his watch for the second time, Orion frowned at the time.

His last class had let out a bit earlier than expected. His Visual studies

professor was a strict man, but when it came to going home on time for dinner-

he always made sure the class ended within a certain time structure. God forbid

you hold a man back from family or food.

 

Sighing he propped his ankle atop his opposite knee; casually lounging on one

of the courtyard benches that surrounded a small sputtering fountain.

The campus wasn't extremely luxurious like high-dollar colleges, but it was

close to home and affordable. Which was right up his alley having come from

a modest home.

 

It was the same for his friend Travis which attended the same school. The other

was probably not so lucky in early ending classes. They'd made plans to hang out

for the evening, since sundays were off-days for them. Not much time to relax

between the bustling schedules and part-time jobs between.

 

The wind picked up, playing havoc with his short raven-colored hair. He always

managed to have a natural unruly hair style- which somehow suited him perfectly.

His thumb rubbed softly over the metal of his zippo; the metal faded as though

it were his own personal version of a worry stone.

He'd quit smoking about a month ago, but he still held the lighter out of habit.

Old habits were hard to break, completely anyway. He really missed having the small

cylinder between his lips; breathing in the chemicals- relieving the stress that

somehow built up day by day. People commented he was better off for quitting,

but he felt a bit differently.

 

 

 

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Name: Travis Lee

Nickname: Travie

Age: 21

 

 

Travis was honestly getting impatient. His gaze darted off to the clock on the wall more than they were supposed to - god, he hated his proffessor... The lesson was supposed to end ten minutes ago! He groaned quietly and leaned back against his chair, staring blankly at the bald male. He wanted out, goddamit...

 

Finally, the lesson was finished. Travis was one of the first ones to run out of the classroom - his bag in his hands and his guitar on his back. He almost never left his 'baby' home. Yes, he called his guitar baby. The teen loved playing, and sometimes even singing, but honestly, he wasn't all that confident about the later. He rarely sang, even though people said he had a good voice.

 

Now, where did Orion said he'd be waiting again? One of the worst things about Travis was his horrible memory. He could barely rememeber the important stuff like birthdays and so on, but... He somehow always got through. Someone always reminded him of what he'd forgotten.

 

Finally spotting his friend, the raven's face lit up with a wide grin as he jogged up to the other and leaned closer, poking his forehead. "Hey, were you waiting for long?" The man asked with an apologetic smile. "You know how my teach is..." Travis said with a roll of his eyes as he stepped back, a bit bouncy. "Where're we going today~?"

 

The teen was usually a happy bundle of energy. He easily made friends, he barely ever got sad, and he always tried to make others happy too!

[|WW|]

Orion not so much as -saw- Travis coming, but -felt it. There was something

about his friend that brought this wild energy with him. It was a complete

night and day situation when they were put together. He was generally quiet,

patient and above all things detached. Travis on the other hand was like the

sun and coffee. Bright, addictive and always drawing people towards him like

some freak gravitational pull was at work. There had been many people who'd

commented on their strange friendship; but the fact of the matter is Rio

wasn't immune to that pull anymore than anyone else.

 

He offered a small grin to the poke, bringing deep hazel eyes up to greet his

younger friend. The zippo in his hand snapped shut and he fisted the small item

out of sight. "Nah, I was only here about ten minutes or so," he lied, having

been waiting nearly 30 minutes. He didn't mind. Dropping the one leg that was

crossed over he stood, shoving one hand deep into his pocket. A small chain

dangled from the back pocket to the front belt loop, glimmering softly. Not

many people wore wallet chains anymore, but it had been a gift and some things

just tended to grow on him.

 

Reaching out he clapped a hand over Travis's shoulder and offered a laugh, brief

but more than he used to manage. "You mean staring at that bald and remarkably

round man for an hour doesn't make you happy?" He teased and steered the male

towards the main gates which would get them the heck out of there. "Mm, I was

thinking of ordering in honestly. What do you say? Beer, greasy food and some

free reign to play music in a sound proof apartment?"

That was his way of inviting his friend over to his place which was more a two

family than an apartment. He'd got extremely lucky when he moved out of his home.

His older brother was moving in with his fiance' and the place he'd occupied was

handed over to the younger of two siblings. "Unless you have something else in

mind?" He raised a dark brow in question, passing the gates towards the

nearest crosswalk. His car was parked in the garage across the street.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Travis' eyes fixated on the zippo and a small pout made way to his face. "Hey, I hope you didn't start smoking again, did ya?" He asked with slightly narrowed eyes. The teen was one of those who tried to get Orion out of smoking. It was just.. Disgusting, in his opinion. Scrunching up his nose, Travis let out an overly-dramatic sigh. "After so long without it... You wouldn't come back, right?" He asked in his half-teasing, half-serious voice. He cared, but he hated showing serious emotions.

 

The guitarist let out an annoyed groan, rolling his eyes as he stuck his hands into pockets. "You forgot the constant ranting. And his annoying voice... Besides, he never misses a chance to bash on homosexuals! That's plain mean." Travis complained with a pout, kicking a rock in his way. It was no secret that the teen was gay - he never really had the intention to hide it.

 

"Sorry- beer?" Travis asked with raised eyebrows, as if he was shocked. "You, offering me beer?" He questioned, making a few dramatical gasps. "As if." The raven added and grinned. "I'll take you up on the food, no problem, but I can't drink... How do you people drink that stuff? It's disgusting." Travis talked while walking with his friend. The teen was almost like some perfect example for others - he didn't smoke, didn't drink, barely ever cheated (seeing as it was hard to even find a partner) and still managed to have a ton of friends.

 

"Nah, I don't really have anything. You gonna drive me?" The raven asked with a grin while already making way to the passenger doors. He stood there, taking his guitar off his shoulder. "Or will you let me~?" Travis added with a wink before laughing - the only vehicle he knew properly how to drive was his motorbike... Which was currently being fixed, sadly.

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"No," he paused, fingering the metal in his pocket gently, "I didn't start up

again." He left it at that. He didn't want to talk about that subject any further

and made that apparent by moving quickly to the next. He knew Travis worried over

it, and he really did appreciate it. But any change in his life took time to adjust,

and this was no exception. He glanced at Travis briefly as they crossed the

pedestrian walkway, veering off to the wide mouth that lead them to the street

level of the garage.

 

"So why don't you give the man a big smooch and change his outlook?" He shuddered

at that thought, but damn it was funny to even think about. The reaction on both

their faces would be priceless. The fact his friend was gay wasn't even remotely

an issue with him. He'd never been one to judge someone by that sort of thing

anyway. You liked who you liked, and that was that. He couldn't say he

was inclined to swing for the same team himself, but he'd thought on the

subject a time or two.

 

"Yes beer, and no, not your beer. My beer. My very yummy adult beer.

Leave the disgusting habits to me." He teased back, pulling out his keys to

unlock the doors of his black Impreza. "And would you rather walk? The food

will be cold by the time you get to it," he commented sliding into the drivers

side seat. "And if you ever drive my baby, it will be in an empty lot with

absolutely nothing to hit. I've seen you drive that bike of yours. Not to

mention this is manual. You grind her and I'll seriously cry." He started his

baby up and flicked on the air, cracking the windows until it cooled down a

touch. "When's your bike going to be fixed anyway?"

 

After a moment for the cool down he eased the car out of it's spot and pulled

out to insert his parking ticket which luckily was free because of college.

Pulling out carefully so not to scrape they were on their way to his place,

the windows crawling up to keep the inside cool. He passed his ipod to travis,

letting him choose the tunes for the twenty minute drive.

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Travis got the hint, not saying anything else about the zippo. All that mattered was that Orion didn't start smoking again... It wasn't really in his place to go any deeper. For a short while, awkward silence stood between the two males, and Travis certainly didn't like that one bit. To lighten the mood a bit, he began humming quietly under his breath, looking around the familiar place. The song was one of his own - he rarely sang those in public, actually. It felt a bit awkward to him.

 

Th raven snorted at the suggestion and made a disgusted expression. "Ew no!" He whined, shuddering at the image that popped out in his mind. "Hell, I'm gonna get nightmares from that..." He mumbled in a slightl whiny tone before pouting. "And besides, he'd definitely kill me. You know, I kindda want to pass his class..." The man said with a sigh.

 

Travis pretended to be gagging when Orion talked about his beer. "But it's just... Eww..." He complained, narrowing his eyes. "I swear to god, if you get drunk, I'm so not gonna be here tomorrow morning." And this was a huge lie. If Orion ever got drunk, Travis would always be there, with some painkillers and a big glass of water. He would spend most of the time complaining about how it was bad, but he would never leave his friend alone in such a situation.

 

"Like hell I'm walking." Travis mumbled. He put his guitar in the backseat before getting into the passenger seat. The raven stretched, cracking his bones slightly. The raven pretended to be insulted when Orion commented about his driving. "Please, I'm not that bad of a driver... And what do you have against the way I drive? It's faster than a car most of the time." Though it was true, Travis could get a bit reckless with it sometimes. He ignored red lights at some times, he took a lot of shortcuts and somehow, he was never caught by police.

 

The man sighed at the question, a longing expression on his face. "Should be done this week..." He trailed off with a sigh. However, once he realized he was in charge of the music, his mood lightened up. The teen looked through the songs and decided on Pink Floyd for the start. He ended up with a messy mix of everything that Orion had. He seemed into the music, nodding his head to the rythm and generally having fun.

[|WW|]

"True, it is faster. But it's also dangerous," he commented quietly, giving

travis a sidelong glance before returning his eyes to the road. He was usually a pretty cautious person as rule of thumb; but his upbringing had been all but pounded into him. Again, habits. And he wasn't so stupid as to think being in a car was any less dangerous, but he certainly trusted it far more than being on a death trap with only two wheels and no airbags.

 

The sigh that came from his friend spoke more than if he would have spoke. Should be meant there were complications of some kind, and that meant either the damage was worse than expected or money was an issue. Either sucked. "Sorry to hear that. You um, need any help?" College wasn't cheap, and they were both struggling to make ends meet. He managed a smile as the music turned from one song to another, nearly making some sort of time record for skipping through songs. It was so like travis he didn't even mind, after all he had handed over the controls to amuse him for the ride anyway.

 

Reaching down to the center console his fingers brushed the cup holders edge, finding nothing waiting. Damnit. How many times was he going to do that until he learned there were no smokes waiting? Biting his lip slightly he withdrew his hand and slid it up to the shifter, changing gears as they whipped around a not so friendly neighborhood turn. The stupid thing was built in the oddest place, and so strange it surely would catch any unaware person off-gaurd with how sharp it was. He hated that spot in the winter the most.

 

"So what do you want to order? Pizza? Chinese? Indian? Italian?" He slowed at the dead end street and eased his way into the drive, managing not take the bump at an angle that prevented his kit from scraping. Ugh, these people must have built this thinking about suv's, not low cars. That or they were complete morons, which was possibility all in itself. His brother had the same complaints. Stopping he slapped the emergency brake on and shut the car off, unhooking his ipod to take in and charge. His

neighbors kids were flailing around the front yard, play fighting as usual.

Two boys, go figure, and twins to boot. Rough little things.

 

Once they made it past the romping children and inside he tossed his bag near the door and kicked his boots off, padding with socked feet down the hall towards the kitchen; leaving Travis to close the door and remove his shoes too. He had nice hard wood floors, so shoes were a pet peeve. But anyways, the beer was calling.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Travis rolled his eyes with a soft huff. "Everything's dangerous if you look at it hard enough." He mumbled out with a small pout. The teen seemed a bit offended about it, but as always, it didn't stay for long. Soon enough he was back with his usual smile, happily nodding his head to te music. Of course, Orion being Orion, he noticed his sighs when he was talking about his bike. The raven let out yet another one while leaning against the seat. "Nah, I'll manage somehow." He said, brushing it off quickly. The repairment was more expencive than he'd expected it to be, and now it was a bit hard to get through...

 

Travis huffed quietly when he noticed his friend reaching for the place his cigarettes were usually at. Even if he didn't really say anything, he tossed a small, sharp glance to the other. He didn't seem to be able to get over the fact that he wasn't smoking anymore... No matter how dumb it sounded. Things like that happened!

 

"Mm? I say pizza, it's the cheapest thing anyway." Travis answered immediately, chuckling quietly. For now he'd try to get more money quick and spend less. All to get his bike back... A longing sigh left his mouth as he ran a hand over his unusually long hair. There'd been times when he was mistaken for a girl from the back - even though his body wasn't feminine at all. Okay, maybe a little bit, but not that much... He just liked keeping his hair good.

 

"It's like you're driving your newborn." The guitarist commented, grinning widely. It was quite fun watching how careful Orion was about the way he drove his car. Almost cute, in a weird, weird way.

 

"Careful!" Travis exclaimed as one of the playing boys ran into him. He sighed and ruffled his hair, smiling lightly at him. "I don't wanna fall today." He said with a laugh while the boy ran back off to his brother. Silent one... The raven grabbed his guitar and jogged after his friend, lightly poking his side. "You're silent." He commented with a smile as he closed the door behind him and took off his shoes. The man walked after the other, holding his guitar.

 

"Hey, you got any soda by any chance?" Travis asked, sitting down on the kitchen chair. He'd been here so many times, it was almost like home to him. The raven smiled hopefully at his friend, blinking a few times. "Or just water, that'd be fine too~"

 

He placed his guitar next to himself, lightly tapping his fingers against it. "Oh, you coming to the performance tomorrow?" Travis asked suddenly. He hadn't forgotten to mention it, right?.. Oh, maybe he did. Oh well.

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Taking out a beer he popped the top off using the fridge opener before

retrieving a can of soda for Travis. He slid the can across the kitchen island

where his friend had taken up a seat on one of the stools. "Since when haven't I

kept soda here for your sweet tooth, hm?" He always had at least two different

kinds. He didn't drink the stuff much himself, but it was always on the

grocery list somehow.

 

Orion slid onto the stool that flanked the guitar, taking a deep long drink

of the beer and nearly sighing in happiness. He liked being home. To say

he was a bit of a recluse may have been an understatement. He just wasn't a

social creature. Travis, well, that was one of his best traits. Again, they

were sometimes like light and dark when it came to personality. It was curious

how they'd managed to be together so long. From high-school to college. A lot

of memories were packed in there. Some good, some not so good. He always found

himself thinking about it for some reason.

 

Setting the bottle down he reached out and plucked at the strings of the guitar,

listening to the lovely sound it gave when being touched. If there was one thing

he really enjoyed, it was hearing his friend make this instrument sing. His

talent was really high; he'd always thought so. Perhaps he drug his friend over

sometimes just for an excuse to hear it. Hadn't he gotten a soundproof place

for him anyway? Why so much for him? It was a question he couldn't exactly

answer head on. He just...wanted to be near the sun.

 

"Yeah, I'll go. I thought I had it written down somewhere, the time anyway. When

is it again?" He wrapped his hands around the bottle, his thumbs lightly

tracing the moist sheen that had accumulated. "You staying tonight? I'll be

drinking so if you can't find a way home I can't take you." That was Orion's

form of an invite. Travis had stayed in the spare bedroom many times. In fact

travis had his own bad of clothes, toothbrush and other stuff just because of

the many times he'd stayed over.

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Travis grinned widely and grabbed the can, quickly opening it up with his index finger. "And I'm glad you do~ Hell, I could probably move in here and from day one I would have what to eat!" He joked with a warm smile before taking a sip. The raven leaned against the table, smiling softly at his friend. His eyes held softness in them as he watched Orion. Yes, they'd truly been together for a long time now... He hoped that they'd stay as friends for just as long, too.

 

The man huffed and pushed the other's hand off his guitar with a faked, terribly faked pout. "Don't touch it!" He whined, pulling it towards himself. Soon enough, he bursted out laughing, lightly scratching his cheek as he pulled the instrument on his lap. He leaned against the table yet again, focusing his gaze on the other. "Want me to play anything?" He asked with a smile. Travis had noticed already that Orion like his playing, and he really didn't mind doing so.

 

"Tomorrow at seven." He informed the other and played a few chords. "Elen's gonna be there too, agreed to sing with Paul... You know, the love duet song." Travis talked a bit absentmindedly while playing imaginary chords. "They tried to get me to sing a song too, but.. Eh, I don't think I could." He admitted with a quiet chuckle while closing his eyes. Orion had heard him sing before, that was for sure... He was one of the few who did.

 

"I'll stay then. I doubt I want to go in public transport... You remember when that old man mistook me for a girl, right?" Travis asked and shivered in disgust. "Ew, that was horrible." He pouted and began playing quietly. One of his favorite songs - of his band, that is. They rarely played it in performances, seeing as it was calm and a bit sad. The words were about lost ones, since their band leader, Paul, wrote this after he'd lost his little brother to cancer. Truly a sad fate... Travis' hair fell slightly on his face as he closed his eyes, slowly drowning into the melody. He always seemed so calm when he played...

[|WW|]

Move in. He wouldn't admit he'd thought it over before. If he wasn't

such a quiet personhe might have voiced the thought out loud. Well, no,

it wasn't that he was quiet- more that he was unsure of such things. Travis

was literally his only close friend. What is they decided to try it out and

then ended up arguing or worse? It was different when you didn't have to live

with people. You had that...extra space and privacy. Not that he had anything

to hide. He just, didn't know what to do with that sort of option.

 

When travis took the guitar away from him, he smirked wondering who'd said

something about their -baby- earlier. If his car was his, his friends was the

guitar. Their worth was somewhat the same, though travis had dreams connected

to his. Orion simply had hard work and a love for the feeling of being behind

the wheel. "Anything is fine," he commented, taking another pull at his beer.

He liked any song his friend played. He'd yet to hear one he disliked to be

honest. maybe it was a friends biased opinion.

 

After listening for a moment he pulled out his cell and punched in a delivery

order for some good 'ole pizza. He ordered a full meat combo and a supreme,

adding breadsticks and plenty of dipping sauce. He liked the sauce a lot. Luckily

he'd got plenty of tips at work, so he wasn't too hard pressed for cash at the

time. Ordering out was more than affordable this month. "Seven. Okay I can

do that." He nodded, flipping his phone shut.

 

He stood, listening to his friend sing. Watching his eyes fall shut and his

whole body nearly relax into the music. The song was not exactly a great mood

song, but it hit places that people often hid. The things they felt that didn't

want to come clean. Seeing such a light-hearted person sing such sorrow just

somehow didn't match up. But he really did sing well.

 

Finishing off the first beer he rose and went for a second, tossing the bottle

in the small plastic bin under the island. It's true he was one of the few to

ever hear travis sing. He liked both the guitar and the voice together, but when

it came to the chances of his friend singing in public; for some reason it both

made him happy and pissed at the same time. It was a conflicting thing,and he

thought himself selfish for it. "Well, why don't you practice more over here. I

mean, sing more; then maybe you can give it an honest go sometime. There isn't

any rush is there?"

 

He had a small urge to reach out and tuck that wayward strand of hair back

behind his friends ear, thinking it obscured the view of his features. His

hand flexed once around the bottle before he took another swig and tore his

attention away. He was being strange again. He didn't like being strange. His

friend would likely laugh at him for it. "Stay it is. Can't have any free

groping for the public after all," he announced as he walked past travis to

the back door, looking outside for a moment. The neighbors dog and kids had

moved to the back it seems, romping about like maniacs. Man kids had tons of

energy. He couldn't remember having quite that much.

 

 

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Travis stuck his tongue out childishly when he saw the smirk of his friend. The raven knew well enough what it meant - and he couldn't argue. His guitar was his baby! He didn't even dream of leaving it away or something. The man lovingly ran his fingers over the smooth wood, adoring the feeling underneath his fingertips. It always felt so nice... He often found himself doing this when he had it in his hands.

 

"Kay then, guess I'll play what comes to mind." Travis said with a light, carefree laugh. He didn't know why he chose that exact song, to be honest. It just ran through his mind, and he did say he'd play whatever came to mind. Only when he was about mid-way to the song, he realized it was the anniversary of his death... Paul was probably visiting his grave, knowing him. Even though the lead singer often appeared as a cheerful and carefree guy, truth was, he harbored very deep feelings.

 

"It's not that much that I need practice, I just don't like it." Travis answered quietly as he stopped playing and sighed. He raised his gaze up to the other, a small frown on his face. "I just prefer to play, I guess." He murmured and lightly stroked the strings of his guitar, creating a soft noice. "That's not bad, is it?" Travis asked as he tilted his head to one side. He often felt like people wanted him to sing in public. He didn't want that. No one would actually force him, right?

 

The raven was pulled out from his thoughts by Orion's next statement which made him grin. "Come on, that didn't sound nice at all! Groping isn't fun at all." He complained before beginning to play his guitar again. This time it was a happier song, more fit for his nature. "But, whatever gets me to stay here. Maybe you'll let me sleep in your bed tonight, mm~?" Travis teased before laughing. Though honestly, he wouldn't have mind doing so. He didn't like how cold it was to sleep alone at nigts... He was certain that if Orion was next to him, sleep would become much easier and better. Besides, he got cold easily. He sometimes even slept with sweaters on - no kidding there.

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"Then don't sing if you don't want too. If it makes you uncomfortable

just tell them so. If they understood better they wouldn't pressure

you, right?" He felt another selfish pang, but ignored it. Travis

didn't often seem uncomfortable, but the thought of him expressing

his worry to Orion; well it made him feel a touch superior in some way.

"It's not bad at all. Do what feels right."

 

He'd been sort of between thoughts since they'd arrived, and the next

question completely went over his head. He absently shrugged, reaching

up to lightly rub the back of his neck. "As long as you don't snore all

night, why not?" In answer to the bed comment. Before he could process

what he'd just answered his cell shrilled within his pocket. Pulling

it out he checked the number and then swiped to answer. "Yeah? Oh, hey

Aaron. What's up?" Orion rolled his dark browns at Travis and wandered

out of the room still talking. "No, I actually had plans. Is there anyone

else you can change with? I got sara's number if you want, she's off."

 

By the time he convinced the coworker he wasn't trading shifts for his

day off the pizza had arrived. He wandered back in holding two large

boxes and the smaller filled with his precious sauce and breadsticks.

Grabbing some paper plates and napkins he loaded his plate and waited

for his friend to do the same before grabbing refills on their drinks.

Flipping on a small tablet on the counter, they enjoyed their spoils

while watching some hilarious game show where people ran crazy obstacle

courses in order to win some cash.

 

Watching people make utter fools of themselves was pretty entertaining.

Rio was nice and buzzed by the time they were done filling their stomachs.

"Can't believe even on my day off they want me to work. Gotta be kidding

me if they think I'm gonna keep giving up my free time. I'm already tired

enough." He mumbled quietly, rubbing his thumb over the zippo that had

at some point been taken out of his pocket to light a candle that smelled

like oatmeal cookies. His mom had bought the candle, and he had to admit

the damn thing smelled fantastic.

 

 

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"I'm tryyyiiing!" Travis whined softly as he pouted and looked at the other with sad, puppy eyes. "You know how some people are... They know I sing and they'd do anything to get me to sing for them!" He complained quietly, pouting all the while. He was kind of glad he'd told his friend about all this. It felt easier everytime when he talked about his problems - even the small ones like this. Especially if he talked about them with Orion... That always helped. Always.

 

He was surprised as hell when Orion actually agreed on his question. For a while, he stared at him with wide eyes, then chuckled and shook his head, deciding to just go with it. He certainly wasn't going to complain. "I don't snore, don't worry. I might steal your blanket though." He teased with a grin and leaned back against the chair while watching his friend argue with his co-worker. He continued playing on his guitar quietly, as if a background for the other's talking. Truth was, Travis kind of liked Orion's voice. He didn't know exactly what grabbed his attention there, but he liked it for sure.

 

When the pizzas had arrived, he put in plenty of food and walked after the older male into the living room. Of course, Travis ended up with his legs on the couch as well, leaning against the man with a completely relaxed expression on. He didn't have any intentions of doing anything "gay", he just liked being like this. It was warm and comfortable, besides, Orion didn't really seem to complain about it either.

 

"Oh, please. Everyone knows how much you need your precious time off. After all, it's me you spend it with!" Travis joked with a wide grin as he took a bite of his last slice of pizza. He laughed quietly when a man failed in the show, chuckling long after that. "God, how could he even fuck up like that?" Travis chuckled, lightly shaking his head. Humans could really be dumb sometimes...

[|WW|]

"Well of course I do. I'm not some damn machine. Just because

I actually -do- the work unlike the others doesn't mean they

can keep pawning it off on me." If Travis liked his friends

soft-spoken husky voice then he was in for tons of it while

the booze was making it's way happily through him. "You know

me Trav, I can't stand dealing with all those people. I don't

even like talking on the phone for more than ten minutes, so

what in gods name would make them think I enjoy doing it at

work. I took that job for the computer work, not the customer

service hassle."

 

He took another swig of his beer. "I don't deal with people very

well." He frowned down at his empty plate wondering how he'd managed

to eat all the breadsticks so quickly. "Not that you don't know

this stuff already. I'm sure you get tired of me dumping it all

off on you whenever you come over."

 

Looking somewhat guilty he cleared his throat, adjusting his legs on

the coffee table. Travis had somehow sprawled over the couch leaving

little room, which meant Orion got the job of being both a pillow and a

pancake. Strangely he didn't mind. He never seemed to mind. It was pretty

much safe to assume he spoiled his friend a bit. But he did manage to

scold when necessary too, so it evened out.

 

Hearing Travis laugh he smiled himself, feeling the mood was contagious.

The show was pretty idiotic. He couldn't even imagine how much some of

those stunts hurt. Screw the pride, he'd rather keep his teeth. "I don't

think I'd survive half of those courses," he commented, reaching out to

absently twirl a strand of trav's hair around his finger. He stared as

though wanting to say something, but the words weren't quite making it

to his mouth. After what maybe seemed awkward moments, he released the

strand and set his beer aside, adverting his gaze back to the tv. "Did

you dye it again; seems different."

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Travis snorted and shook his head at what his friend was babbling about. He couldn't find a better word for it than babbling. "Yeah, yeah, I got it. Like all those times before~" He teased and chuckled, turning to look at Orion with a soft smile. "You can always change your workplace, y'know. That would probably make a lot of things easier for you, especially if you continue on complaining." He continued teasing, really not being serious. He kind of liked listening to his friend talk - even about his problems and annoying work.

 

"Me? Get tired? Please, I almost thought you were talking about someone else." Travis said with a role of his eyes and lightly elbowed the other's side. "I could basically be your psychologist. I don't mind hearing your problems!" The raven said with a warm smile as he rested his head on Orion's shoulder. "Though I guess it would be a bit more interesting if you told me some new things..." He joked with a wide grin.

 

"Well, there's only one way to make sure." Travis teased again, his mood definitely light, he was feeling completely relaxed. The teen didn't protest in the slightest when his hair strand was taken and played with. He always enjoyed it when people played with his hair... He never got the ones who hated it. He once knew this girl who totally snapped at him when he did the same as Orion right now.

 

"Mm? No, not really." Travis answered with a chuckle. "I've been thinking of doing it though. Maybe the tips of some kind of a color... Or, I don't know, Eric suggested getting highlights, but..." He trailed off with a slightly curious expression. Eric was the keyboard player in the band, the two of them spent little time together, but still got along well. "Eh, I dunno. Right now I don't have the money for it anyway..."

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New things? He thought this over for a moment and then came to the tipsy

realization that he usually did share the same things over and over. There

wasn't many -new- things he could think of though. What would a socially

awkward person like him come up with that was interesting anyway? He hated

to admit but he suddenly felt like a pretty boring person. It sucked. But

Travis was here with him, so perhaps his way of looking at himself was far

from what others saw? Aw hell, it was too complicated to think about.

 

Hearing he'd missed the mark on the hair color, he frowned. That's strange.

Maybe the new energy saver light bulbs in his home somehow messed with how

things appeared. He had noticed a bit of a change in the coloring of the

bulbs themselves; maybe the light they gave off was just as different. He

didn't like being wrong on such details. Knowing everything about his friend

was something he secretly prided himself in. If he were a more bold person

he might have rubbed that fact in a few people's faces just to feel a bit

superior.

 

"I think it's fine how it is. It's always been attr-, uh, a nice color."

Feeling like his cheeks may have flamed up he clicked the light off next

to the couch, clearing his throat. "Think I'm going to go take a shower.

We'll worry about the mess tomorrow." He passed the remote to Travis and

stood, taking a few moments to make sure the room didn't spin before

making his way out of the living area into the hall and up the steps to

the second floor. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. He

sort of made the spare bedroom into a study, but it did have a bed for

when someone stayed. That someone being Travis only.

 

Getting a clean t-shirt and some sleep-worthy shorts, he headed into the

bathroom and started the shower up. Standing in front of the mirror he

slid the zippo out of his pocket and placed it on the counter, looking

down at the faded shell. "Damn," he muttered feeling annoyed. Ever since

he'd quit smoking his emotions were a mess. Things he didn't exactly feel

before were now becoming new playmates. Like the way he looked at his

friend. He wasn't gay. He'd been with enough girls to at least know his

preferences. It's just something wasn't quite right. And here he'd stupidly

invited the guy to sleep over in his own bed like some adolescent slumber

party. "Damnit," he repeated, wiping his face a few times to clear the

fog before getting to his shower.

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Travis felt a soft blush rising up on his cheeks at the compiment - he hadn't missed the beggining of a different word. He nibbled on his lip with the slightest bit of nervousness as he nodded, letting out a quiet chuckle at last. "Thanks." He murmured out. It was... Weird, to hear compliments like this from his friend. Really weird, actually. "Yeah, alright." The raven answered in a calmer manner as he smiled at Orion, watching him go. He didn't really want to admit it, but he had this warm feeling in his chest after hearing Orion's compliment. He wasn't in love, no, no way... He definitely wasn't. They were friends, and he wasn't going to ruin it.

 

The man stayed in the living room for a while, finishing up his can of soda, laughing quietly at the riddiculous stunts the people pulled off in the show. God, these people were insane... All for some money! Though right now he could use some too. A heavy sigh left his mouth as he sprawled across the sofa and stretched, yawning softly. No, what he wanted right now was a nice, warm bed.... And he was going to sleep in it with Orion. Sudden realization struck him and he sat up, finding his cheeks completely red. Dumbass him. If he went to sleep in the same bed, it might be a bit awkward... But so would be sleeping in his usual bed.

 

Eh, he could try sleeping with Orion. At least it would be warm... The raven decided as he began walking upstairs. He found a pair of clean boxers and a loose, grey shirt before heading to the bathroom. Just seconds before he would've tried to open the door, he heard the shower. Shit, now that would've been awkward!

 

The man let out a sigh and went to Orion's bedroom, quickly changing into his sleeping clothes. His clothing that he wore before was placed neatly next to the bed as he stretched again and ran a hand over his messy hair. He could go and brush his teeth when Orion was done... Travis sat on the bed with a quiet yawn before rubbing his eyes sleepily. He looked kind of cute like that... Yet he looked even cuter when sleeping - and he had a weird habit of hugging something - or someone - in his sleep.

[|WW|]

After the shower he slipped into the white-t and shorts, tossing the dirty

clothes in the basket near the door. Rubbing his chin lightly he decided to

deal with the small stubble in the morning, moving on to brush his teeth.

Leaning out of the bathroom door he yelled, the voice muffled somewhat by

the toothbrush lodged in his mouth. "Bathrooms open."

 

With that said, he finished up and rinsed, spitting into the sink while the

water ran everything clear. The first breath after brushing was always the

best; that rush of cool air from the mint. He used to hate it, but having been

a smoker he wasn't unaware if the stench of tobacco and often brushed more

than was needed. He was at least a hygienic person despite the bad habit.

 

Grabbing the zippo off the counter he made his way back to his room, leaving

Travis to do what he needed to. He'd wanted to stay up later, but he'd had

a bit too much to drink and was running on fumes as it was. They had plenty

of time to hang out tomorrow before his friends gig started. Grabbing a few

spare pillows out of the closet he tossed them onto his queen-size, wondering

if he should grab another blanket. He didn't think sharing one would work out

as he liked to burrow. Ah, hell with it. The spares were downstairs anyways.

 

Flicking off the light, his computer was left the only source of light for

when Travis returned. He usually slept with his back to the wall, so took

that side, leaving his friend no obstacle to climb over. This was just down

right awkward. There was another bed in the spare room, why on earth had he

just tossed his wits right out the window. Because he couldn't say no probably.

Yawning he flopped back onto the pillow, tossing his forearm over his face

while attempted to settle in.

 

 

 

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Travis stood up from the bed when he heard Orion. Great, now he could wash up in peace... The raven walked towards the bathroom with a smile, lightly ruffling up the other's hair with a laugh. "I won't take too long~" He said with a teasing tone as he slipped into the room and sighed. Maybe he needed a shower after all...

 

In the end, Travis took a shower, brushed his teeth, shaved and put his pijamas back on. At least now he wouldn't have to worry about bad smells or something like that. The raven stood in front of the mirror for a while, lightly running a hand over his hair. It looked messy... There was a brush somewhere, he knew it. And so, before finally going to bed, he brushed out his hair and put it into a ponytail. He often slept like this...

 

The man grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water for Orion and put them on the night stand next to the bed. He got in as well, pressing his head into the pillow. Nope, this was still awkward. The raven sighed out softly and closed his eyes,just trying to fall asleep now. Of course, during the night he ended up with an arm dropped around the other's waist and his face pressed into his neck. His warm breath was possibly tickling Orion's neck, but there was a slightly more awkward thing.

 

He had a "morning wood". And it was pressed against his friend. Which was absolutely embarrassing - well,it would be if he wasn't still asleep. Travis mumbled softly as he snuggled closer, as if trying to get more of his friend's warmth. Now there was only the hope that Orion didn't wake because there was an erection pressed up against his ass.

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Falling asleep had been easier than anticipated. With the booze he'd

managed to zonk out before Travis even returned from the bathroom. It

might have been lucky for him, or both of them. Regardless Orion did

not sleep through till morning, so the small bubble burst when he woke

and found the cover mostly on his friends claimed side of the bed. Oh,

so maybe an extra blanket would have been a better choice. Well, that

may be- but he was not getting up at this point.

 

It was dark since his Pc had also fallen asleep. The screen was black

without the screen saver. Sighing sleepily he reached out, grabbing a

small portion of the blanket to pull back over himself. He pulled, and

one more try showed his friend was slightly rolled up in the material.

"Really Trav," he mumbled quietly, giving the blanket another good yank.

This time he not only got a good portion of the blanket back, but also

his friend with it. Travis had made some sort of bothered sound and

flopped right over next to Orion, an arm flung over his bared waist

from where his t-shirt had ridden up his abdomen. He blinked down at the

arm and cast a glance towards his friend seeing that the younger hadn't

woken while this whole tug-of-war had happened.

 

The tickle of Trav's breath against his neck gave him goosebumps, and

not the horror-flick kind. "Okay, okay," he whispered quietly, closing

his eyes and trying to calm down. His head really hurt and he didn't

want to make a mess out of this situation. Back to bed, back to bed,

just go back asleep; he'll roll over soon no problem. Thinking this,

or chanting it in his throbbing brain he managed to do just that.

 

Morning came with less of a throb to his head, but it still hurt

considerably. He yawned and once his muddled brain caught up he

found himself in an even more embarrassing position than the one

last night. With just one slight shift of his lower half he felt

a serious problem. It wasn't just awkward, it was a mirror of his

own morning issues. Both males in the same bed, spooning with their

own raging woods. He swallowed, staring at the wall he'd turned

towards during the night. Travis had a pretty nice grip around his

mid-section and his shirt had wandered even further up towards his

chest.

 

"Uh," he wasn't sure what to say or do. On one hand he wanted to

leap out of bed and hit the bathroom asap. On the other hand the

tickle of breath against his throat and steady heartbeat at his

back was almost drugging. "Shit," he muttered, reaching down until

his hand slid inside his own shorts, slightly adjusting himself for

more comfort. Being the guy he was, once he was hard it wasn't going

to fix itself. He could probably say the same for a lot of guys.

 

Going against the little angel on his shoulder he lightly pressed

his thumb against the smooth tip, rubbing very slowly. It was hard

to resist when it felt so good and his hand was already there. Trying

not to move his arm to much he used his wrist instead, his fingers

sliding along the throbbing veined length in a cautious rhythm. He

turned his head more into the pillow muffling his breath which was

becoming ragged from the stimulation.

 

 

 

 

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Travis didn't seem to be waking up for the time being. While yes, his arm was holding the other's waist tightly to himself, he was still in deep slumber. Mornings were the most horrible time for him, to be honest. He often slept in when he had to go to classes and ended up being late... No wonder some of the teachers didn't like him. Well, didn't like was a light way of saying it - some, he knew, hated him absolutely.

 

However, the small shift of the body next to him made him let out a quiet grunt and slowly wake up. Probably from worry - he must've thought that there was something wrong with Orion almost subconsciously. His hand tightened around the other's waist slightly and... He felt something he probably shouldn't have. Even after he'd just woken up, blood rushed to his cheeks because of two reasons. Number one - he had a morning wood, and number two - his friend was taking care of his own while still in the bed.

 

The raven realized just how awkward all this was, but honestly, he couldn't help it. He pressed his face lightly into the other's neck, feeling as embarrassed as ever as he muttered, "Need help?" in an almost teasing tone. He tried to make light of the situation, like he always did. The hand that rested on the other's waist before was gently trailing over his abdomen, a bit hesitantly as he nibbled on his lip. If this would fuck up their relationship, they definitely wouldn't be able to talk anymore. And he would be the one at fault!

 

He gulped down nervously before pressing his forehead against Orion's shoulder. Nervousness and embarrassment basically radiated from him. Gosh, he was so dumb to offer something like this yesterday. If... If they had the tiniest bit of a chance in a romantic relationship, he probably wouldn't hesitate, but now he just couldn't. "Sorry." He finally muttered out, quietly pulling his hand away. He wasn't sure how in the world would he look at the other again, after this.

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He hadn't gotten too far in the process to begin with. He'd only begun the

teasing stage of things. It was difficult because he was stuck with his left

hand, the right was up under the pillow and his head so he couldn't have

exactly used his dominant limb. When Travis's face all but nuzzled against

the back of his neck he froze, the voice confirming his friend had woke up.

Shit. Stupid..Stupid! Orion closed his eyes, making a face that showed he

was extremely embarrassed; probably more so than Travis.

 

He was thinking of ways to explain, or to fix this situation. From the teasing

note in his friends voice he could tell it was awkward for them both, but not

so much that it was the end of the world. I mean, his friend was Gay after all.

He was pretty sure Travis didn't have a single inclination towards really

offering a hand to his friend in this sort of scenario. Swallowing he gave

a small laugh, pulling his hand out from the confines of his shorts. "I, eh,

sorry about that," he answered with the most playful tone he could muster.

 

"You, um, had a pretty good grip on me, and I didn't want to wake you up."

Well, it had been the truth, sorta. He slowly sat up, knowing he'd be

released now that Trav was awake. He needed to get out of there. "I'll

just go to the spare room for a sec, bathrooms open," he spoke while

sliding off the foot of the bed, attempting to cover the tent that was

pitched in his shorts. His face was terribly red. Travis had probably

never seen it so inflamed.

 

Just act natural, just play it off. Everything will be fine. Again he

was chanting words in his head trying to ease the mood for himself.

Seeing the glass of water and pain killers left on the table he grabbed

both and quickly beat a retreat out the door and down the hall to the

spare room. As soon as he closed the door his back bumped up against

it and he slid to the floor. He popped the pills and drank the water.

As soon as the cup hit the floor his hands were pushing material aside

with a small groan, tugging at the swelled organ to free it. His head

bumped back against the door as he went about his business, the motions

hurried and impatient. God he could still smell Travis on his shirt,

and that only fed his hands movements. It was record for him to release

so quickly, staring down at his sullied hands not even five minutes later.

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "I've become weird," he muttered.

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The only thought left in Travis' mind was how embarrassing this all was. He couldn't bring himself to even look at the other when he pulled away, his cheeks as red as the stop sign. The raven nodded quietly, gulping down nervously, tossing a small, embarrassed glance up at Orion. He only noticed the fact that the other took the pills and water before he was gone. Travis hid his face in his hands for a moment, unable to say or do anything. God, he'd never been this embarrassed in his life...

 

Slowly getting out of bed, he decided it was probably best to just take care of his own problem. He quickly walked off to the bathroom and, while feeling as embarrassed as before, he began pulling his cock out of his boxers. The raven's head fell back against the wall as he closed his eyes and bit down on his lip while his hand slowly worked over the whole length. Without fully realizing it, he'd begun imagining - yes, you guessed it - Orion. His hand sliding up and down his cock turned to his friend's, he could see his expression and... He realized he really, really fucked up.

 

Never before was he so damn guilty to cum. For a few minutes all he did was stand against the wall, eyes open, filled with guilt. Now he was going to ruin their relationship, wasn't he... After something like this the chances of them staying as friends without any akward interactions wasn't so highly possible. No, he was almost certain that he should just leave and wait for Orion to say something. Maybe he was just a coward - he usually ran from his problems.

 

Travis walked out of the bathroom after awhile, expression almost as if one of a beaten puppy's. He looked guilty and kind of afraid - scared that Orion would just call him a freak or something. Maybe he should just get out, that would probably be the best thing to do as of now... The raven let out a quiet groan as he walked to the bedroom to collect his clothing. His hair was still messy from before, his cheeks slightly red and his skin a bit warmer than usually - all from his embarrassment.

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He'd probably stayed in the spare bedroom longer than necessary, but

he really had needed that time to get his wits back. He already knew

things had went from awesome to down right awkward. What did Travis

feel right now? Surely he was holding up better. No, maybe that wasn't

the case at all. He nearly rubbed his face until he realized he'd just

spilled a load all over them. Even if he had wiped them off, he should

wash them first. He'd jerked off thinking of his best friend. Just how

low had he fallen anyway? What sort of friend used his bud as a fantasy?

He did apparently, and it made him feel extremely guilty.

 

Leaving the spare room he went to the restroom, seeing Travis was in

the bedroom as he passed. He needed to fix this. He could just feel

things were tense. Washing his hands first, then deciding to get rid

of the stubble while he was there- he racked up about fifteen minutes

of being absent from the whole ordeal. Reaching up he combed his

fingers through his soft unruly hair, letting it do what it normally

did for the most part; which was wave and curl naturally.

 

Gathering what courage he had left; he returned and leaned inside the

doorway, crossing his arms over his chest in what appeared to be a

casual stance. He watched Travis gathering some clothes and broke the

silence the best way he knew how. "So I was thinking cold pizza makes

for a decent breakfast, but if you're not feeling up for it I can be

fancy and actually make eggs and toast." If Travis happened to look

at his friend at that moment, he'd see a small grin hovering over his

mouth, trying his best to seem normal.