Brendon bites playfully at Travis’s hip and Travis laughs, one hand in Brendon’s hair.





Brendon goes out on Stage and sings with Gym Class when they’re in Vegas. He takes his ear piece out halfway through the first chorus he sings and lets the cord hang over his shoulder as he crosses the stage. He shares a microphone with Travis, kisses his cheek, then exists the stage after waving to the crowd. The drums beat into the beginning of another song.





Travis is still sweaty from the show when he shows up at Brendon’s house. He’s at least changed clothes, but his skin still shines under the porch light and Brendon gets caught up staring at him through the screen door as the dogs bark and dance around his feet. Brendon herds them back into the hallway and shuts the door, then goes back and lets Travis inside.

Brendon gets scooped up into a hug, stumbles through a messy kiss, and is shoved a bag of Chinese take-out from the place down the street that got busted last year for having a bag of cocaine shoved under the counter. They sit in front of the television, watch old reruns of That 70’s Show and make out a little while the dogs eat the leftovers.

They dash into Brendon’s bedroom forty-five minutes before bus call. Brendon gets his pants off in a hurry and pouts when Travis laughs at him, caught on his own socks. “Shut the fuck up,” Brendon says sulkily. Then, in an overly excited voice, “Hey, hey, can I suck your cock?” Travis has the decency to look startled when Brendon playfully snaps his teeth, but he still climbs onto the bed without hesitation.

Brendon licks over a tattoo on Travis’s collarbone and then moves down. He gets distracted by one of Travis’s hands and sucks two tattooed fingers into his mouth, looking up at Travis through his eyelashes. Travis laughs and groans, “Fuck, you little shit.” He grins. Brendon pulls away, leaving Travis’s fingers slick, and fits his teeth over the curve of Travis’s hipbone. He bites down and can’t help it when his eyelids flutter at the sound Travis makes.

He’s suddenly being pulled up the bed and rolled over, onto his back. He stares up at Travis, face flushed, excited, successful in his seduction. Travis just laughs.





Brendon sings for the LA show, too. He’s mostly been going back and forth between his condo and his house – between Nevada and California. He gets caught up in the stage and the lights and the screaming kids and crowds up against Travis a little too much, enough that Travis laughs into the mic and sends the sound echoing over the stadium. Brendon steps back, bewildered, but the smile Travis has plastered on his face is reassuring.

When Gym Class gets off stage, Brendon is still hanging around, talking to one of the drum techs for one of the opening bands. Travis leans over his shoulder, gives the tech a glorious smile, and pulls Brendon away. Inside the still-empty dressing room, they make out a little against the counter. When people start to file in, Brendon slips out, and knows Travis will follow him home.