|Because of Ron Vicaro
Author: LongerWalks-and-ShorterTalks PM
Drinking is never a good idea...especially when it's Wes and Travis. But when it brings two people together like it did for them, it's not all bad...right? After that one night Travis found Wes bawling at his door step, He would do anything it takes to keep that from happening again. TravisxWes slash! Enjoyyy !Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Travis M. & Wes M. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,074 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 04-13-13 - Published: 09-15-12 - id: 8526866
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Disclaimer: Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...I own nothing. c:
It's been exactly three weeks since the last time Wes came to work. Travis wondered if he should sit and wait for him or go to see him and find out what was wrong. If Wes needed his space, Travis would respect that, and leave him alone. However, three weeks is enough alone time and Travis was worried. Very worried. Travis cared about the other man a lot and knowing something was wrong hurt him.
With that in mind, he made his decision. Hopping up from his comfy bed, Travis grabbed his keys and heads for the door. As he reached for the door knob, he stops. Pressing an ear up to the door, he could hear hysteric crying on the other side.
'What the hell?'
Listening closer, Travis started to recognize it as a male voice. Even though he couldn't pinpoint who the voice belonged to, the sound was still slowly shattering his heart. All he wanted to do was grab the person and tell them everything would be okay.
'I don't even know the person!'
As he listened closer, he could hear the sobs die down into almost silent hiccups and sniffling. Finally deciding that he had heard enough, he opened his apartment door to a heartbreaking sight.
Dropped to his knees with his head cradled in his hands, sat a torn apart Wes Mitchell. Noticing the open door, Wes looked up into Travis' worried eyes. This started a whole new wave of tears to fall from the sad man.
After the initial shock of it all, Travis dropped to his knees also. With hands on each of Wes' shoulders, he tried calming him down.
"Hey, just tel-"
"C'mon man, ple-"
At this point, Wes was back to the hysteric bawling he was doing just moments ago, behind the closed door. Not knowing what else to do, Travis puled the crying man into his chest and held him there. Wes buried his head in the man's neck and wrapped his arms around him as he kept crying.
At this point. Wes just didn't care anymore. Letting Travis see him cry was the last thing he wanted, but it was much too late for that. He wanted comfort. He wanted a friend. Right now, Travis was all he had, so he sucked up his pride and cried his eyes out. It was a good five minutes until Wes finally calmed down. Helping him up, Travis dragged him into the kitchen and sat him down on one of the bar stools. Out of one of his many cabinets, Travis took out a bottle of Ron Vicaro, and held it out to the red and puffy-eyed man.
"Travis," his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "Barbados Rum, really?"
"Mhmm, it's from the islands, man!"
Smiling a little at Travis' excitement, Wes continued. "Drinking won't do anything or make anything better."
"Trueeee," Travis said from the other side of the counter. "But it's not like you'll tell what's wrong while you're sober."
Wes laughed at that part.
"And trust me, you'll feel a lot better."
After contemplating what he sat, Wes finally came to his conclusion. Walking over to Travis and wiping the tears from his face one last time, he spoke.
"Gimme the damn bottle."
A/N: Heeeelllllloooooo ! And that was chapter 1.
To be completely honest, I got bored with Me For You... I'm sorry to anyone who liked that, but I just couldn't continue it. Maybe one day...
Anyway! This will have multiple chapters so review and tell me what you think! Please?