182With just a few small words, Travis blew the remaining pieces of my heterosexual mind to smithereens.
As soon as he mentioned being a good girl, everything around me darkened. My head became flooded with images of panties – red, blue, and black – and by the time I recovered, he'd already left to get to class.
I stared – dumbfounded – at the painted stone wall lining the hallway, just trying to work through exactly what I was in for. It sounded like I was about to get the treat of a lifetime later – even though I hadn't really done anything to deserve it. I hadn't said anything at all to him about the immediate danger he was in. I mentioned nothing about Ricky like I'd debated. Travis unexpectedly appearing at my side forced everything else out of my brain and I didn't have time to fully explain things before he had to get to class…
Yet I was granted some time with him later?
Any way you looked at it, Travis didn't have to. In fact—just what the hell was he doing with me anyway? He was on board with this boyfriend thing… took ecstasy more willingly than I ever imagined… He was doing so much for me and I couldn't even warn him? Protect him?
My legs shook with each step as I tried to get them to walk somewhere – anywhere. To class, even, because it was a place to sit and think about my boyfriend uninterrupted.
As soon as I took my seat, though, panties flooded my imagination.
All of the colours of the rainbow – all of the fabrics I could think of – and more. I hoped to see them all on Travis' skinny hips. I wanted to buy him all kinds of beautiful pieces for his collection so he could model them for me.
With this, I was sure I would never see colour the same way, ever again.
Just thinking about soft red lace, white cotton, or black silk, pulled tight over a package made my neck hot. Desire spiked right in the middle of class at the mere mental images. A warm and wonderful feeling of longing combined with the powerful throbbing starting in my cock—length squeezing in time to a fast heartbeat.
Yes, yes, yes. Travis was sooo hot with that dick, and those legs, and that face, and his smile—and, I couldn't forget about his soft voice, whispering naughty things, whimpering whenever I touched him.
Everything about him. Every little thing.
Put it all in a dress and holy shit, I almost came.
That blue print twirling in front of me was too much of a dream come true. I had been so blessed to see it with my own eyes... to feel it with my own fingers...
I wanted Travis.
And not just to fuck.
I couldn't even explain it, but look at what a mess I was. Dreaming of dicks. Wasn't it mind-boggling how a few weeks ago I would've been cringing, but now? God, nothing was hotter than a slim cock behind cotton. It made my teeth tingle… vivid, pornographic images took over and convinced me I wanted to run my tongue along wet fabric; I wanted thighs gripping my head—I wanted to bend Travis over, pull his panties away from his crack and—
"Kody!"
Startled out of my graphic daydreams, I took a look around me to find that the classroom was entirely empty. Mr. Radke stared down at my drooling, slack-jawed form and his nose crinkled in disgust.
"Class ended already. Why are you still here?"
Erica tracked me down at lunchtime when I didn't show up at our usual table. I wasn't quite sure how she managed to find me sitting outside, and I didn't get a chance to ask. As soon as she sat down across from me at a frost-covered table, she pulled out a grocery bag from her backpack and handed it over.
"What is this?" I asked, taking it from her.
She helped to keep it open as I pulled out—"Clips, leggings… I don't know just a bunch of old junk I thought you could play dress up with."
I held up a brand new package of hosiery and gave her a questioning look.
"The fuck am I, thirty?" she hissed. "I'm not wearing those things – Jesus fucking Christ."
"Thanks Erica," I said, growing excited at even more opportunities to make Travis into a good girl. Then, with a heavy blow to my heart, I remembered public enemy number one. "You're a lifesaver recently. It's too bad your boyfriend's such a dick."
"I'm mad at him, too!" she huffed.
"What? Didn't you just hook up with him over the weekend?"
"First of all," she started, throwing me an icy look of death, "that's none of your business—and second? It doesn't matter how many times or how recently we hooked up. What matters is he's been in such a bad mood recently. Because of you. And I can't take much more..."
"Erica," I warned in a low tone that had her nervously biting small fingers despite her tough attitude. "He's going to flip if you dump him."
"Who cares?" she screeched, but her hand still shook as she rested it on the table between us and collected herself. "Who—cares?" she repeated, much less panicky. "He'll have to deal with it. Besides, it's not like I want to dump him—I just want him to stop being such a hot-headed asswipe."
"Not happening any time soon," I sighed, tapping my black eye. "I told him I want out—you know… all this dealing stuff… for Travis. He wasn't happy about it, Erica."
"Clearly."
"He fucking threatened to out everything—to everyone. All about Travis…" Inside my chest, my heart started to wring itself dry. "All about his panties… all about me… Erica—it can't happen…"
"Tell him to go fuck himself," Erica shrugged. "And who cares, anyway? We all know you're bi—and if Travis stops wearing the panties to school, I don't think Ricky can do a whole lot to out him."
Erica's words effectively tore a hole through my head, and all of the panic and stress of my situation began to seep out of it. I felt my jaw drop at her solution, and she gave me a questioning look.
"What?"
"No you're just—really fucking smart. How the hell did you just make it no big deal like that? I didn't get any sleep over it…"
Erica's face turned smug; I'd seen this expression countless times but somehow it didn't bother me as much as it used to. "Well. Glad I could help…"
I felt uselessly stupid and worthless when I realized I wasn't doing much to help her out either. "And… if you want to dump Ricky…"
"Kody—I just fucking said I don't want to. I mean… if it comes down to it… but—" she hesitated, and all it took was a tilt of my head to prompt her into spilling the beans. "—I really like Ricky. I mean… the way he is with me. Just me. Alone. He's really sweet, actually."
Her face started to glow as she stared down at the table and spoke.
"Like, really sweet. It's so surprising because you know how he usually is…"
"He just wants to get in your pants," I informed bluntly. "Oldest trick in the book, Erica."
"No," she refused, twisting her lips and shooting me a glare. "It's not in a greasy way. He's really gentle and patient… knows how to make a girl feel special…"
I barely controlled the grimace from taking over my face. Erica was never around when Ricky made lewd comments about wanting to get with her—or how he bragged about getting his dick sucked a few months ago.
"But when we're not alone—when he's with you and Kieran—God he's someone else completely," she groans. "I don't understand how it's the same guy. It's like he's so stupidly insecure, all he can do is make others feel smaller than him… including me."
We shared a silence where we reflected on my cousin, and I still wasn't sure how I felt about him. There were too many memories I shared with Ricky—we were practically brothers, probably closer—and he'd always been a destructive force, but I had always chopped it up to his abusive dad who fucked off years ago.
Ricky was strong, and I always admired how self-reliant he was. He was a natural leader, and I unquestionably followed him because he always had my back. He always included me in everything he did. He always took care of me at parties, or on bad trips…
Remembering the livid look in his eyes the other day—it sent a wave of uncomfortable dread to settle in my stomach. It made me angry, but that anger was also painful.
Erica, however, wasn't affected by her own inner turmoil. After a few somber moments of silence, she stood up, flashing me a big smile. "Anyway—have fun with Travis! Oh… and you can bring him over to my place any time, okay? If you need a place to make out…"
After an exaggerated wink, she turned on her heel and marched down the hall.
Once I safely stowed away Erica's gifts in my locker, I endured the remainder of my afternoon classes while suffering the most painful blue balls of my life.
Every agonizing second passed slowly; my foot bounced rapidly as I tried not to focus on the fix I was going to get in a few hours.
Because any thoughts of Travis would get my cock unbearably hard and no matter how discreetly I tried to adjust it in class, I couldn't manage to completely cover the stubborn boner.
Just before the last bell rang, I booked it out of class – ignoring the calls to remain seated – and dashed to the other end of the building where Travis' AP Calculus class was just ending. I was supposed to meet him in the locker room, but I was sick with worry that Ricky would pounce when I wasn't looking, despite being forced to agree to his ultimatum.
Stalker Kody was back in full force again; I watched Travis exit the room—the last one to do so—carrying a text book that looked like it could double as a murder weapon if used properly. Actually, he wasn't just carrying it. He stared straight down, opened it up, and started reading a section as he manoeuvered his way between bodies of students without even blinking his eyes.
He was incredible.
A warm feeling filled me at the sight of him so engrossed. I could only guess that it was love—complete and unconditional. It had me thinking crazy things like I wanted him in my arms as he studied. I would be so happy just to have him in my lap as he flipped pages and took notes.
I wanted this nerd in every part of my life.
It felt good to admit that to myself, but it was still as frustrating as ever watching a former track runner shuffle inch by inch down the hall.
From a careful distance, I watched him approach his locker – and when he set his bag down, some guys horsing around beside him nearly knocked him to the ground.
A terrible, long-forgotten fury took hold of me. I hadn't felt it in ages; since back in the days of Cassidy. I'd had a lot of competition back then and I was ashamed to admit what an overprotective asshole I was any time a dude looked at her.
This was different, though.
This wasn't jealousy… it was sudden, intense, and overwhelming concern for his safety. From afar, Travis didn't look bothered about nearly being bumped onto his ass. He recovered gracefully and didn't even spare them a narrowed look or a middle finger. No—confrontation wasn't Travis' thing. He made himself look smaller than ever, shrinking against his locker door as he tried to put as much distance between himself and the others.
Five minutes later they left, and Travis remained at his locker carefully stuffing in the right text books and flipping through well-used notebooks. At one point, he stopped and took out his phone from his back pocket, flipping the screen on and off as if checking notifications—
And it hit me that instead of hiding behind a corner watching Travis from a distance, I should have texted him that I was ready to meet him in the locker room.
I furiously typed out a string of messages telling him I couldn't wait to see him – and before I could get a head start to my destination, I caught a glimpse of the smile on his face as he received them.
I made it to the lockers before the football team had left. A few of the guys stink-eyed me as I barged into the room and casually dumped my bag in front of an open locker. Maybe it was weird, but nothing in the world was as concerning to me as Travis. I easily ignored the looks I was given, and when they finally exited, I stuffed everything away into an open changing room.
Travis marched in with great timing.
He fumbled slightly when he noticed I was already in the room, and I rushed to take that damn bag away from him.
Closer inspection revealed his face was shining a slight shade of pink – his blue eyes popping even more as a result. I met him with open arms but he hesitated; his eyes snapped to the change room beside us, and I took the hint—pulling back the curtain and holding it open as he walked through.
"God it's good to see you, Travis," I said, speaking as low as I could to keep the conversation from echoing all over the place. Faster than I expected, I broke with the need to touch him—I wrapped an arm around him and planted a kiss to his lips in greeting.
"You too—" he replied. Then, because he was literally the cutest thing ever, his arms circled my neck and he brought me in for a second kiss—all on his own. I deepened it recklessly and in seconds he pulled away, but it was so worth it dipping my tongue into his sweet mouth even for a second. "You look tired… How's your eye?" he asked. Without waiting for a response, he turned my jaw and thumbed under the puffy, swollen area that had been hurting all day, but I had managed to forget about with Travis on my mind.
"It's good," I shrugged. "Not the first black eye I've had—or my last…"
Travis gave me a strict, disapproving look. "I hope it's the last."
"Not with the way things are going," I sighed, knowing it was the right time to confess the situation even though I had debated it earlier. With the boy of my dreams in front of me, there was no way I could hide anything or attempt to lie… "Actually… shit's going down Travis. I couldn't tell you earlier—" since he'd been rushing to class, "—but… Ricky threatened us."
"Us?"
I hated watching this affect him. Travis' beautiful eyes went wide and his brows knotted in immediate concern. I ended up stumbling over the rest of my explanation.
"He's all hung up about this dealing… I think it's more than that but fuuuck. He said he'd out me – which I don't care, I really don't – but you…? Travis… he said he'd tell everyone about the panties. He said he'd show them."
The gravity of my words had Travis breathing heavily. "No…!"
It was worse than I'd ever imagined. An unfamiliar, but powerful kind of pain deep inside me throbbed helplessly at indirectly hurting Travis. I searched for anything to say to make it better, and as usual, nothing came to mind. I settled for a hug instead—happier than ever to have it returned.
"I told him I'd still help, just to get the psycho to stop but I'm stuck. I want to make you happy. I'm pissed at Ricky, and don't want to help him anyway—but this is extreme, even for him. I didn't expect he'd go this far..."
A silence fell between us before I finally said the worst thing I could imagine.
"You can't wear panties anymore, okay?"
"No panties?" he asked, looking all doe-eyed and—God—so cute. How was it even possible such a soft, heart-shaped face could exist? When he looked sad like that, it just made me fall in love with him even more—made me want to do anything I could in my power.
"Just for school," I replied, my own voice growing distant as all my focus went to the wet, pink lips pouting in front of me. "Just until… Ricky's over it…"
"But Kody I need them," he squeaked out next, ripping my heart wide open. I pulled him into another tight embrace—gluing chests together—once again having it returned. Travis' hands gripped my back as he came to terms with this hard news. "I need them to—get through—!"
That's right. He told me they gave him power. He wasn't wearing them for sexual purposes… although they were sexy as hell.
"I know," I offered lamely, squeezing him in my arms. "I need them too… but I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want to drag you into all this…"
"You did drag me into this," he argued, pulling off a little to stare up at me. Baby blues were less pained now; his furrowed brows made him look angry. "Literally," he clarified. "You and your friends dragged me into that class and—and—"
Everything felt like it was falling around me.
I could swear the Earth shook beneath my feet.
Travis' eyes were wide and scared. They stared up at mine, and my throat tightened. In that moment all I could think was that I didn't deserve Travis; not after everything I'd done – all that I was.
"Travis... I'm so sorry," I started. "It's true this is all my fault. You shouldn't give me a chance… but I'm so glad you are. I like you so much… I don't want you getting hurt."
There was another short silence as Travis' brows relaxed. He dropped his head, leaned it against my shoulder, and muttered his next words into my shirt. "This isn't your fault," he started, giving my heart badly needed hope. "You're sweet, Kody… it's your friends that I—don't understand."
Erica's words echoed in my mind from earlier, but I shook them out stubbornly.
"—I know you didn't mean for this all to happen… and you love the panties just as much as me. You're taking all these punches, and cutting off your cousin and your friends... You keep going so far for me. I can't help liking you a lot, too," he whispered.
It was hard containing my joy after that; I let it out by nearly snapping Travis in half. He endured the embrace for a second before struggling to breathe properly again.
The high I experienced at his returned affection was all I needed – all that I wanted to hear every day for the rest of my life. It filled me with purpose—steeled my resolve against my cousin—and doubled my love for Travis on the spot.
"Hey, Warrior you coming?"
The sudden interruption made us both jump, but Travis recovered and shouted back, "I'll be a little late!"
We remained quiet, listening for retreating footsteps, and when we were sure we were alone again I started kissing him – over and over – begging and pleading for him to consider the decision. "I don't want to make the wrong one, Travis…" I whispered. "I'll quit dealing. I'll quit hanging out with Ricky. I want to make you happy but I don't want you to get hurt!"
"I don't want you – to get hurt either…" he admitted adorably.
"No you're more important," I insisted as I spread my lips all over him, begging my brain to work. Finally the love I felt for Travis inspired at least one idea to ease the bad news. "You can wear the panties—with me—I'll bring them to you. I'll hold on to them and when you need them and I'll drop everything to be there."
"You don't have to go that far," he muttered, but he couldn't hide his smile as I took his hand in mine and kissed the edge of his palm.
"I will go that far," I insisted. "I'd even wear them for you—I'd keep them warm—"
Travis laughed, and I felt some of the stress leave me. How fucking cute was it that he found me so funny? What a powerful, wonderful feeling it was making him smile. It overwhelmed me again. One blink and suddenly my mouth was on his and I was pressing him back against the wall.
My tongue spun inside his mouth and snaked against his while I groped and palmed his loose-fitting denim for the firm globes of his ass I knew were concealed. Travis helped me by popping out his hips and wrapping both legs around one of mine. As I broke off panting, I noticed the faint stirring of his tented crotch yearning for more…
"I'd do—anything, Travis—" I promised.
He muffled a sound against my lips that vibrated my snakebites and it stirred me up beyond my control. My thumb dug its way below the waistline of his jeans and fished out a skinny string of a panty-line. For a second, it confused me, until a head rush had my blood pumping. My eyes snapped down to the colour pinched between my finger and thumb, finding a hotter than hot pink strap greeting me.
I became stunned and light-headed, like I'd faint any second. "How much time do you have?"
"Enough." With his eyes flashing, and a coy smile, Travis spread electricity all over my body, and straight to the thigh he was still straddling.
An explosion occurred somewhere deep in my mind; the place that dreamed of him every single night. I felt the resulting blast launch me forward, connecting our lips once more.
In a frenzy, I twisted my tongue deep inside his mouth, and when I did, Travis pulled me in and accepted it – his meeting mine urgently. And there was no holding back the ferocious need to see his panties in full view; to fight it would be useless. Instead I worked his jeans open quickly and was struck by the sight of a hard cock already leaking everywhere behind hot pink fabric.
Our senses were long gone.
In the back of my lust-driven head, I knew there was a game Travis should have been performing at, but just like drugs, as soon as I felt him rubbing up against my leg, I lost sight of responsibility in need of a fix.
Instead of waiting for a more appropriate time, I grabbed Travis by the ass and started dry-humping the ever-living fuck out of him.
"Did I get you all wet, Travis?" I breathed, aware of his usual reaction when my mouth was anywhere near his ear. It was no different this time; a sexy little gasp escaped him and I humped those panties ten times faster, holy shit.
"Yeah—really wet… you better check—"
Looking down, it wasn't a question he'd soaked most of the fabric with his precum. The sight – combined with Travis' softly whispered encouragement – however, made me snap. I felt this new, crazy drug take over completely – my heart beating louder than I thought possible.
You bet your ass I slipped fingers under his panties and spread them over his slippery cock. I made his legs tighten around my thigh – and as I teased him, I ran the tip of my tongue around the shell of his ear. "Fucking wet alright – that's hot Travis… you're hot…"
"Mmhh…!"
"Hot for me?"
"Hh–hot—for you… Kody."
It was amazing to hear that from him, even if it was a little shaky. I blamed it on the way I was sliding two fingers up and down his cock; they split perfectly on either side of his large vein. Pretending to finger him was sexier than I remembered it being. Way sexier because this time Travis wasn't delirious, or under the influence of anything but me.
All me.
I pressed my digits harder against a perfect cock, now slicker than ever, and ran them firmly from base to tip. Frenching Travis was just as sweet and messy; I swallowed over and over so I could keep sucking his tongue.
At first, his excited breathing and the way he kept twisting for air had been manageable to deal with. But then his hands found my chest and he pushed hard enough that I lifted off—horny and confused. Afraid that he was trying to protest, I pulled my hand out of his panties immediately but on a second-glance, Travis didn't look like he wanted to stop.
His soft, wet lips were half-open—fluffy brown hair messier than ever, and most importantly he was still circling his hips against me in a very tempting way.
I was just about to ask him what was up when Travis placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down—bringing me to my knees easily. Soon my face was next to a bulging hot pink thong and a cock barely concealed underneath it. Up close, I noticed Travis didn't fit these nearly as well as the others. A sticky head was poking out the top—making me dizzy at the sight.
He didn't need words to tell me what he wanted, and I didn't need them to convince me, anyway. I dove face-first into the fabric in front of me, licking madly.
Travis suppressed a squeal, but just barely. I don't think he expected me to grab him by the ass and mouth so eagerly at his bulge.
"Kody—Kody—all day I've been—thinking about this…" he admitted between deep breaths, whipping off his shirt faster than I'd ever dreamed.
"Fucking my face with this wet pussy?" I asked, running a hand up his body—all over his incredibly smooth skin just to enjoy the feel of him.
Travis answered with by grinding against my mouth with long, rough thrusts. By now his panties were completely sticky—wet and smooth—yet my lips felt like they were burning up against the heat of his needy cock.
But I wasn't just focused on the panties or how I was sucking a sticky mess through them; I couldn't stop staring up at Travis.
He was gorgeous.
The striking arch his naked back made off the wall of our confined space... his shaky legs I debated throwing over my shoulders…
Oh fuck, oh fuck… I wanted to be squeezed between his thighs!
"Hh… Kodyyy—"
His cock was throbbing, and it was the hottest thing in the world. I mouthed hungrily at its shape – rolling my tongue and sucking hard near the tip; right under his panty line.
As tremors rocked Travis' killer body, electricity shot down mine – making my underwear wet. His eager little movements had me so hard—worse than anything I endured in class earlier.
I pushed a bunch of warm saliva through his hot pink panties with my tongue, and Travis almost fell. I had to hold him by his hips and push them against the wall behind him to ensure he wouldn't hurt himself.
"Kody...!" he said again, a cause for concern. When I glanced up, all I saw was his beautiful face and wispy hair, framed by the floodlight above us both.
Travis was so red; his blue eyes popped and took all of my attention away from tonguing at his cock. It was a needy expression he was giving, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he wanted. You would think with my heart hammering away, I'd have enough blood going to my brain but—thump-thump-thump—I stared up stupidly, my name echoing against the tiled walls around us.
"Kody..." he repeated, running his hand along my cheek, thumbing the piercings below my bottom lip. "Will you... suck—for real...?"
Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump!
Was it even a question?
Sure, I'd never asked myself if I was willing to suck cock before, but with Travis I didn't have to. I'd long since come to terms he was a dude. As I was finding out, cock was my thing.
He didn't wait for an answer, or my face said everything, because Travis dipped fingers between his hips and his panties, pulled them down slowly—revealing a hard, naked member that glistened.
Oh god. It looked so good.
The immediate attraction I felt at the sight just confirmed I'd lost what little of my straight mind I'd originally had a long time ago.
Without any hesitation, I pressed my lips to Travis' dick, loving the frictionless feeling. I kissed up and down his length – trailing one after another; teasing just to feel his cock twitch. Then I finally pulled him between my lips.
I'd seen many videos, and was used to receiving, but nothing could prepare me for the sensation—the taste—and the blossoming reality I was giving head.
Travis enjoyed the amateur way I pulled off, spinning a tongue against every inch—working my way down to soft, smooth balls that I knew would feel good if I teased, too.
"Nnnn!"
Travis' reaction to the way my thumb massaged, circled, and spread the sensitive base just made me want more. It was stupid, reckless, and selfish the way I sucked him back between my cheeks and started bobbing – but I felt it on my tongue; he loved it. His entire body responded, from his jackhammering ribcage to the free hand that had a permanent place on my shoulder to steady himself.
He was a shaky mess that tasted close.
Travis' legs wobbled after I took his cock as far back in my throat as I could get it without gagging, and the moan that escaped him echoed around us this time. He clamped a hand over his mouth, suppressing a new string of incredible noises as I blew him the best I could.
The sticky, sweet, but slightly salty taste of his clear precum was making my mouth water—I was constantly pausing to swallow it down, and then I would aggressively flick my tongue right under his tip to get him dripping again.
I felt my body ignite at this cycle; head-to-toe heat consumed me just doing this much to the boy I loved.
And woah, if I wasn't careful, I was going to cum everywhere.
My dick strained painfully, needing to be stroked, at least. I thought I would die from swollen balls when finally Travis came—warning me with an almost too-late, "I'm gonna—" that he hissed so beautifully my only regret was it couldn't be louder.
But suddenly something I hadn't considered filled my mouth, spilled around my lips, and shot in jets to the back of my throat.
Swallow?
Spit?
I didn't know what to do with the salty, bitter seed—so naturally I choked on it.
Travis though. He made it all worth it just for the visuals he provided; a pinup of a wiry thin, blushing boy with hot pink panties pulled under a hard, squirting cock was something I'd never forget. Damn.
It felt good to taste him.
It felt good to rub my tongue along the spasming vein of his cock and get his hands in my hair, tightening their grip…
Travis was so sexy, I was on the fucking brink of orgasm myself.
So when he was finished thrusting into my mouth, and his body shakes weren't near as intense as they had been, I stood up, pulling my pants and underwear down with a flourish.
I was already so close, it only took a few jerks to get my balls squeezing. Travis – still a bit stunned from his climax – looked down at the way I was madly stroking against his thin stomach. He tried to place his hand over mine and take over, but at that point, I was already cumming.
I didn't need his help, and I didn't need his panties. I just needed him.
I released all over Travis' body, lost in a dark place where I was still imagining his cock in my mouth. I glued my lips to his neck and sucked at it, triggering a few last bursts of pleasure that took hold of me and forced my eyes shut.
It took us several moments to recover.
I stayed against Travis—having forced his back against the tiled wall once more in my need to get off. He made no attempt to move until I uncurled the fist from my length and tried to steady my breathing.
Looking down, it was a bit of a mess. Cum—my cum—was spattered all over his lower stomach, and I stared at it to engrave the sight into my memory.
Travis wasn't sure what to do with it though. He stared down with me, and even squished a finger into a dollop that was losing its battle against gravity.
The only polite thing to do was take care of it for him. I hurried to pull up my pants and then I left our steaming change room to grab a towel. When I returned, Travis was still flushed and fascinated.
I wiped him down, steadied his hips, and slid his thong back up for him. The hot pink colour tried to pull me into another hypnotized trance, but maybe it was Ricky's looming threat that snapped sense into me again, making me remember the severity of the situation.
"You can't let anyone see these," I demanded, pulling the string through his ass and forcing Travis up on his toes. "No one. I won't risk it."
"Kody—I need them…"
"Traviiiis," I groaned. "I can't fight Ricky. I mean… I can but I won't win. I don't care if he outs me but you—? I never want that to happen. I don't want anyone else knowing about your panties."
Having no reason to whatsoever, Travis pulled me in for the softest, warmest hug imaginable. His arms slid perfectly around my back before tightening. I buried my nose into his fresh-smelling hair in return.
"Okay, okay," he agreed. Sweet, beautiful relief flowed through me, and I found my body relaxing without ever having felt tense. "But you'll really bring them if I need them…?"
"Anytime."
"What if it's every day…? I can't ask you that…"
Wasn't that a dream come true?
"Travis – you're my boyfriend right?" I met his eyes; a small pause nearly triggered another obsessive meltdown but he nodded. "Obviously I want to see you every day. That would make me happier than anything. Literally just sitting beside you would be enough. When it's just the two of us, we'll put the magic panties on you and voila! Travis the Invincible."
I played with his soft hair as he quietly accepted this fact.
"I guess that'll work… but you're very distracting," he sighed, though a small smile appeared on his lips. "I can't let my grades slip, okay? I need to study for midterms…"
Nerd.
My blank stare made him laugh.
"And you do, too, or else you won't be graduating."
But the playfully stern, blue-eyed look he was giving did nothing but send exciting thrills through me. "Oh I'll be studying," I promised. "I've got this amazing tutor, did you know? Smoking hot – super smart…"
Travis' smile was so cute I felt a sudden, violent, and urgent need to lock him in my arms and kiss him a hundred times. But I didn't even get to ten before he managed to squeak out a "stop" between his soft laughs.
When I set him back down, he buried his face into me; our departing embrace only reminding me how absolute my love for him was.
A/N: Yay for smut chapters!