[ns.fw warning under the cut. Just a quick little thing about Travis and the reader]
Travisâ brother warns him not to get involved with anyone until the family can work everything out. Half of their family are werewolves, for crying out loud; he can put the brakes on dating until they get everything sorted. Itâs not like heâs been in any sort of hurry before now anywaysâŚ.
And Travis hates that. Who is Chris to tell him what to do?? He wasnât even seeing anyone, but itâs the principle of the matter. Besides, how long will this take to âclean upâ? Itâs been six years. Sometimes Travis worries they may never find the white wolf. Itâs all well and good for Chris to say that; he has his family. He had a wife. And Travis is real sorry that she passed, but he did have that time with her. And he still has his kids. What does Travis have?
Youâd been trying to flirt with him all summer, but the man had an Olympic-level ability to doubt intentions. Maybe heâd been reading you wrong. Maybe you werenât actually interested. Maybe it was an elaborate prank.
[It wasnât a prank. You were flirting with him. Blatantly. You signed his birthday card with an X. You made his favorite cake. You joked and giggled and laughed every time you saw him. You were dangerously close to stooping to beggingâŚ]
In the early hours of the morning after the camp slumber party, you find you canât sleep. The kids wonât be up for hours still, but nothing you do helps you doze off. Youâre bored; you decide to try something dumb. Quietly sneaking off to Chrisâs office, you find his landline. There, scratched on a notepad beside it, is the number to the Sheriffâs office. You dial it.
Travis is drunk. Too much has been happening to him in July. First Chris tells him he should keep his life on hold indefinitely- and on his birthday!- and now, his mother refuses to use the cages he built specifically to keep his family safe. It was another night of not finding the white wolf, and another night pushing him further towards believing they never would. So alcohol was the solution.
He picks up the phone though, confused as to why youâre calling him. You donât have a good excuse, but heâs too drunk to need one, really. You both talk. Liquid courage has Travis ready to find out if youâve really been flirting with him. He tells you to come over. You steal borrow the camp van.
Travis is touch-starved and lonely. You find yourselves fucking in his office chair. He feeds off of your energy as you grind in his lap. The more worked up you get, the more excited he is. The harder you kiss him, the less he seems worried heâll break you. Soon, the two of you are eagerly grabbing and touching, exchanging hungry kisses and needy moans. You grind down on him and he presses up into you. Itâs everything youâve wanted all summer.
You roll your hips and rock harder down against him and he groans. Beneath the two of you, his old chair squeaks. Frustrated with how restricted he is like this, he grabs you, standing as he hoists you onto his desk. He pulls you close and presses back into you. In this new position, heâs free to buck into you even harder, and you encourage him with eager pleas.
Heâs too drunk and feeling too good to stop and think about things, and he comes in you without giving it much thought. Once heâs sober heâll apologize, but youâll tell him you donât mind. Actually, you love it. Youâd like to let him do it again sometime. As often as possible, really. And honestly, Travis wouldnât mind getting to know you more. Heâs tired of waiting for otherâs permission to live his life.
Imagine Travis fucking your tits. You, pressing them together for him, blinking up at him as he thrusts into the soft flesh of your chest. Him, groaning, hips rolling, pressing into that plush feeling. As he rocks forward fully, you lower your head, trailing your tongue over the head of his cock. The noises he makes leave you aching for him.
Travis, who managed to work up the nerve to leave his hometown. Travis, who escaped the abuse of his mother after all those years, and started over in a new town. Travis, who found out what life could be, what life should have been. Safety. Happiness... Love.
Travis, getting sent back to North Kill on a âpromotionâ. Thatâs what heâs been working towards, right? Sheriff? No, he canât decline. They really need someone to take over NKPD.
Travis finding himself right back in the middle of it with his family. With his mother. Only this time, youâre with him.
And this time, heâd do anything to keep that darkness from touching you. Heâd do anything to keep you safe.
