Church Boy-Cruel

Church Boy-Cruel

"Travis, I don't mean this in... that way, but I love you." I admitted. "You do?" he asked. "I mean, yea." I choked out. "I... love you too, Sally Face..." he retorted, letting tears fall from his face. I sent everyone else out of the room and grabbed my mask and buckled it. "Sal, can you not wear that around me?" he asked, tired. "Travis..." I muttered. "Sure..." I obliged. 

Unbuckling my mask and holding it in my hand, I stared down at Travis. His hair was messy and disheveled. His olive skin was soft and bruised, band-aids covering what he considered imperfections. His amber eyes were scarred with remnants of guilt, sadness, and disappointment. 

"You ready to go?" I ask. "Yea..." he answered, faking a smile to reassure me. "C'mon." I said, reaching my hand down for him to grab. 

Travis' POV:

I grabbed onto his hand and pulled myself up. I needed a shower; I feel disgusting and dirty. "Thanks, Sally." I muttered, letting go of his hand. "Of course, Trav." he said, smiling sweetly. 

*Time Skip*

We got back to the apartment; Sal drove because he was the only sober one. Once we arrived, I walked into Sal's room with incredible speed. We quietly snuck back into his room and he let me change into some of his clothes so he could wash mine and I could wear them home. 

Sal's POV:

I grabbed him some clothes that were big on me. He changed and I went down to the basement with our clothes. I dug out David's because he won't, and put mine and Travis' in. I started it and looked through the Lost and Found for a second. 

I found this pretty necklace. It was a cross. "Megan..." I muttered, knowing that I needed to visit her soon. I grabbed it up and put it around my neck. It's safer on my neck than my pocket, if it was in there, I'd probably lose it. 

So, I went back to my room. Travis was in the bathroom and had locked the door. "You okay in there?" I called. "Yea! I'm fine!" he answered, happiness lacing his voice. "You sure?" I asked again, just wanting to make sure. "I'm fine, Sal." he reassured. "Just gonna get a shower, I feel... dirty..." he said, disgust hinting in his voice. 

"Alright, be quick." I suggested, walking to my bed and plopping down. The shower turned on and the metal hooks that hold up our shower curtain rattled. I held Gizmo for a while, petting his soft fur as his purrs vibrated my chest.

Travis' POV:

I told Sal I was going to get a shower. I turned on the water and let it get to the right temperature before stepping in. He told me to be quick, so I planned to just...wash up.

I stepped in and felt amazing as the hot water hit my sore body. Today had been a nightmare. Except now, I couldn't escape by waking up or reminding myself that it was a dream and all in my head. No, this was real and what had happened today could never be taken back. 

Never. 

I looked down at my body. I looked at the little pieces of fat that everyone swore wasn't there, the way my legs looked, and how I looked as a whole. I grabbed a washrag and started viciously scrubbing my body, especially where he touched. I washed my hair with a shampoo that smelled like Sal does.

It reminded me of him.

I took in the scent, scrubbing my scalp as my hair stuck to my forehead. 

*Time Skip*

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Looking around the bathroom, I noticed that I hadn't brought my clothes. I walked out of the bathroom and into Sal's. "Hey, Sal. Forgot my clothes." I informed him, grabbing the clothes off his bed and readjusting my towel because it felt a little loose. 

"Oh! Hey, Trav!" Sal said, quickly sitting up and grabbing his bedsheets. "Are you okay?" I ask, watching as his ears and neck turned bright pink. "Mhm!" he assured, giving me a thumbs up as his eyes darted all over my body. "Okay..." I said, walking back to the bathroom. 

Sal's POV:

I was about to lie down when my door creaked open, and I heard Travis' voice. "Hey, Sal. Forgot my clothes." he informed, grabbing the clothes off my bed. He readjusted his towel and I lost my shit. His hair was sticking to his face and dripping water all down his chest. "Oh! Hey, Trav!" I responded, trying not to make my nervousness too obvious. "Are you okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Mhm!" I reassured, taking in every part of him I could. 

"Okay..." he said, smirking and walking out. 

The scene replayed in my head, and I mentally scolded myself for being so weird. His blonde hair was shiny, and his stomach was skinny. I could see his defined collarbone and a minimal amount of his ribs. His arms were scrawny yet muscular. I could see where his body dipped into the spots only meant for that special someone and it drove me crazy knowing that the only thing separating me and it was a thin piece of cloth. 

My heart may have skipped a few beats when he walked in.

He went back to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later in his clothes. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and some basketball shorts that I hadn't grown into yet; I gave him a pair of pink fuzzy socks I always wore when it was cold. "You ready for bed yet?" I ask, crawling into the covers and burying my face into the pillow. "Yea, see you in the morning." he said, walking out of my room. 

"Where are you going?" I ask, sitting up quickly. "The couch?" he answered, his words coming out as more of a question than a statement. "Just sleep in here. I'll sleep on the couch." I offered. "No, it's fine." he assured. "Or..." I started, wanting to just shrug off the idea altogether. "Or what?" he asked, intrigued. "Or we could just sleep together..." I suggested. 

"I guess." he obliged, walking to the bed and climbing in next to me. Before I lay down, I made sure that I had set my alarm. Once I was sure I had, I lay down and pulled the covers over myself. Travis was facing me, but he had his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. 

"Sal, are you still awake?" Travis whispered, slightly opening his eyes. "I am, yea." I whispered back. "Can I talk to you?" he muttered, averting his eyes. "Of course, Trav. You don't have to ask." I assured, smiling sweetly at him. "Why..." he started. 

"Why is cupid so cruel?"

(Originally posted March 20th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Cruel - Wattpad

Church Boy-Amelioration

They always say, "New Year, new me." but never really change. I did.

This year had been amazingly wild. I got bullied, met my best friends, nearly killed a man, got a boyfriend, saved a life, (twice) and so much more. I even met some ghosts! 

That morning was December 31st. I and my friends had decided to throw a party. New Year's was tonight, and we wanted to remember this year forever. It had been the best one any of us had ever experienced in so long.

I called everybody to meet at Larry's. Once they had all arrived, I assigned each of the something to bring. "Larry, you bring beer. Todd, you bring games. Ash, you bring snacks. Travis, you bring yourself. Chug, you bring the drinks. Neil, fireworks. Maple, art shit. I'll bring some food and drinks, maybe some games." I informed, checking everybody's name off the list as I called them out.

They all agreed and left except for Travis. "Why don't I have to bring anything?" he asked, sitting next to me on the floor. "Your dad, duh." I answered, rolling my eye. "Oh, yea." he muttered, smirking to himself, likely remembering what happened a week prior. 

Travis' POV:

I stood there after everyone left, waiting for a second to talk with Sal. "Why don't I have to bring anything?" I ask, plopping down on the floor right next to him. "Your dad, duh." he retorted, rolling his eye. "Oh, yea..." I murmured, smirking. 

He's so considerate. Like, he thinks about what I can and can't do when it comes to things and what I'm comfortable with. He's the reason Larry and all of them don't hate me. He's the reason I'm passing my classes, and the reason I feel loved. 

The reason I'm still alive...

Sal's POV:

"What? Did I say something funny? Is something on my mask?" I ask, feeling around my mask and attempting to figure out why he was smiling. "No, it's nothing." he answered, completely brushing it off. "I mean, there has to be something. You never just smile like that. I know you too well." I objected, knowing that something was the cause of his sudden bashfulness. 

"It's just..." he started. "I love you so much..." he finished, looking up at me but just for a split second. "Like, you are so considerate and loving. You help me no matter what it is and I really don't know what I'd do without you. You are literally the reason I'm here..." he admitted, sighing as he did. 

I felt my face heat up and a burning sensation come to my nose and eyes as tears welled up. "I love you too, Trav..." I responded, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting my mask. I peppered his face and neck with kisses as he laughed. 

"Sal!" he cried out, trying to push me away as I tickled him. "P-lease!" he yelped, gasping for air between laughs. "Ha!" I laughed, avoiding his hands and continuing. I only stopped when he started coughing. "You okay?" I asked, watching as he gasped. "Yeah, I'm good." he answered, wiping underneath his amber eyes. 

"You're so mean." he taunted, acting as angry as he could while stifling his boyish giggles. "Whatever, jerk." I retorted, standing up and leaning my hand out for him to grab onto. He latched on and pulled himself up off the wooden floors that had been decorated with stains and rugs. 

We talked for a while before most of the others got back. They had all gotten what they needed and gathered it all in Larry's room. "Okay, put the drinks in Larry's normal fridge, beer in his minifridge so Lisa won't see. Snacks on the kitchen table. Games on the coffee table in the living room. Fireworks next to Larry's bed and art shit go on Larry's bed." I informed, watching as the teens scattered around the room with the packages they had been assigned to get.

A tug on my shirt grabbed my attention as I looked over to see a red Travis standing there. "Sal, can I at least help set it all up? I feel, I don't know, guilty? About not being able to bring anything." he asked, fumbling with his fingers. 

"Trav, don't feel bad, it's not your fault. And yea, you can help me set it all up." I answered, pulling him into a quick hug before parting right after. "What's first?" Travis asked, smiling brightly. "Okay, we need to make sure everything's here. That's all for now, tonight is when we need to be ready." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

*Time Skip*

It was now 11:30. All of us gathered some blankets and pillows and carried them out to Larry's treehouse. Eventually, we had everything up there, and so, everyone climbed up as well. Larry and Ash shared a blanket, Chug and Maple shared, Todd and Neil, shared, and me and Travis shared too. It was super funny because we kept getting weird looks from the others. 

Nobody knew about us. That was because we hadn't had a chance to tell them after the stuff with his dad. He didn't want to bring it up and remember all that...stuff. I didn't blame him. He was just scared. I know what it's like to be too scared for your own good.

A little too well...

I lay my head on his shoulder, holding his hands underneath the cover. "I love you, Trav." I muttered, rubbing my thumb over his thumbs base. "I love you too, dear." he muttered back, swooping a loose hair of mine behind my ear. 

Travis and I talked until it was 11:58. We all got up and grabbed a drink or something from the fridge. Everyone but Todd and I were drinking. Travis was already drunk, considering the fact that he had already had nearly four shots of whatever the hell Larry got. 

We blocked off the exit of the treehouse, so nobody fell through...

Travis stumbled over to me, cupping my chin. "Trav, I thought you didn't want anyone to know." I whispered. "Well, Ash said she would if nobody was gonna kiss you." he informed. "And besides, everyone else is together with who they love, why can't we be?"

"Trav, are you sure? You don't have to..."

"I want to." he assured, leaning down a little. Ash was with Larry and Todd with Neil, Maple with Chug.

"5...4...3...2...1!" we counted down. "Happy new year!" we all yelled, going for kisses and hugs. As everybody else kissed each other, I watched as Travis leaned down and kissed me too. In that moment, I felt a spark inside my chest. Something that had never been felt before was finally being acknowledged and loved. 

After a moment, gasps and whispers emanated from the couples behind us. Travis pulled away, smiling softly. "Dude! What the fuck!?" Larry yelled, running over and looking at Travis with pure shock. "You're gay?!" Ash yelled, following Larry. "Knew it. Pay up." Maple said, holding her hand out in front of Chug. He rolled his eyes and slapped a bill into her hands, 

"Knew it." Todd yelled, poking Neil's cheek as he jokingly rolled his eyes. "Fine, you win." Neil said, swooping Todd into a hug. "I know." Todd retorted, returning the affectionate action. 

(I know this isn't about Neil and Todd, but they're so damn cute. I couldn't help myself!)

I grabbed Travis' collar and pulled him into another kiss. "He's also a bottom." I informed, pulling away. He got red and stood to his full height. "No, the fuck I am not! You are-" he protested, nearly falling over in the process. 

"We don't need to get into that..." I yelled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the floor with me. "Sally, I love you." he muttered, burying himself in my chest as we lay on the floor. "So, we all sleeping out here?" Larry asked. "We are, I think Sal and Travis are too." Chug said, pointing at us and wrapping an arm around the much-taller girl. 

"We are too." Larry said, side-hugging Ash as she nodded. "Do you want to, Trav?" I ask, rubbing the blonde's head. I hadn't noticed but he had fallen asleep on me. "Sal? You guys staying?" Ash asked. I didn't want to wake Travis up, so I simply raised my hand and gave a thumbs-up. 

*Time Skip*

I woke up in the middle of the night to find that Travis was no longer laying with me and now I was much colder than before. "Travis...?" I quietly called out, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I looked around to see him leaning out of one of the windows. 

He was humming something, it sounded sweet. 

"Trav, you okay?" I asked, throwing the covers off me and standing up. "Yea, I'm fine, Sal." he assured, not even looking to face me. His voice was muffled and tired. "You've been crying." I pointed out. "A little." he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his waist, pulling him closer. 

"Why? What's wrong?" I ask, looking out of the window. 

The air was cold and crisp, freezing my body as I got closer. The moon was bright and full, shining like a dinner plate that had been freshly cleaned. No stars or clouds were visible in the sky. 

"Just...stuff." he answered, almost as cold as the air. "What stuff?" I ask, grabbing his chin so he'd face me. "Nothing. Stuff about us." he said, removing my hand but still holding it. We locked our fingers and put our hands in the middle of us. "Like?" I inquired. "Like, I hope that we can be together forever, and I never have to bear the burden of hurting you. I don't plan on leaving and I hope that's mutual. You are my world and galaxy, my air and water. You're what I need." he stated, voice wavering and shaky. 

"I just love you so much and I never want you to leave me." he said, sighing. "I love you, Trav. I don't ever plan on leaving you or hurting you. I want to be with you forever and I couldn't see myself with anyone else. You are my love and my life. The epitome of happiness. To me, at least." I admitted. "I love you, I just...really do..."

"Trav, what's going on? I....is there something you need to tell me?" I ask, confused at his affectionate nature. "Just, that I love you and never plan on leaving."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"..."

"Come here." he said, pulling me into his chest by my waist. He bent down and leaned into a kiss. I opened my mouth and allowed him entry. He moved his hand down to my ass and gently squeezed it, leaving his hands there.

I let out a little moan in response, not parting from his lips. Eventually, we parted, and he looked down at me. With a dizzy smile and content eyes, he pecked me on the head and sat down with his back to the wall. 

I sat down next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. "I love you, dear." he whispered, playing with my hair. "I love you too." I replied, intertwining his fingers with my own. He began to hum that song again, slightly vibrating my head. 

"What's that you're humming?" I ask, running my thumb over the base of his. "Just a song my mother would sing." he answered, twirling a piece of my hair. "What's it called? Can you sing it?" I ask, hoping he would oblige.

(This song is called Rises The Moon by Liana Flores)

"Day seems sometimes as if they'll never end...sun digs its heels, to taunt you but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same. Rises the moon~" he sang. His voice was natural and flowed smoothly as water. 

*Time Skip*

He finished singing and looked over at me. "You happy?" he asked, smiling sweetly. "Yes, I am." I replied, pecking his forehead. "Sal," he muttered. "Travis." I replied. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." he admitted. "Well," I whispered.

"Then why wait?"

Originally posted April 4th 2023 on Wattpad

"Church Boy." - Amelioration - Wattpad

Church Boy-Long wait

I sat there for hours on end, contemplating returning home or waiting. Ironically, I ended up waiting because I couldn't decide. 

"Mr. Fisher? He can be seen now." A nurse called, poking half her body out of the door. I jumped up and ran over, nearly falling as I did. 

She guided me to the room with Travis. "Be careful; he's still a little out of it from the medication." she warned, exiting the room. 

My heart broke when I saw him. 

His eyes were red and glossy, and bumps and bruises covered him. "Hey, Trav..." I muttered. "Sal?" he whispered, grimacing as he spoke. "Don't talk; your lip is busted. It'll just hurt more." I said, sitting in a seat next to him and grabbing his hand. "What happened?" he asked, ignoring my advice. "Ms. Gibson and I broke in and...and we shot your dad because he cut me...then I found you and we carried you to the medics..." I informed. 

He nodded but gasped right after. "Stop, Trav. You're going to hurt yourself more. Just relax; I'm not going anywhere. Not until I can take you home with me..." I promised, reassuring the bruised boy beneath me. 

"I love you..." I whispered, letting tears fall from my eyes as Travis rubbed the base of my thumb with his own. I removed my hand so I could take my mask off. Once I did, I threw my hair into a ponytail with a pink scrunchie. 

Soon, I gave him my hand and he grasped it again. He drifted off to sleep after a while. I never let go of his hand. I held it the entire time.

*Time Skip*

I had fallen asleep. When I woke up, I looked at Travis. He was awake and staring at me with the softest smile. "Morning, handsome." he greeted, squeezing my hand. "Morning, sexy." I retorted, smiling back at him as he smirked in pride at my nickname. "Haha, very funny." he replied, jokingly rolling his eyes. "I wasn't joking. I think you're sexy." I protested. "I know; I just wanted to hear you say it." he admitted. 

"I love you." I said, watching as his smile shrunk a little. "What?" I asked, worried I said something wrong. "Why?" he asked, looking away. "Why do I love you? Is that what you're asking me?" I inquired. He nodded slightly and glanced back at me for a split second. "I love you because you love me unconditionally, you have the brightest smile and cute ass braces, your eyes are so deep and pretty, your skin is soft. You make me happy beyond belief and I couldn't imagine a world without you. Even thinking about one of us with someone other than each other makes my stomach churn. I love everything about you, Trav. From your family issues to your birthmarks and scars you try to hide." I admitted, my face heating up as I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding. 

"Oh please, you're flattering me~" he joked, holding his hand to his face, pretending to be swooning. "Ha, that's most of it. There's more." I said, halfheartedly giggling. "You should see what I write about you..." Travis murmured, not expecting to be heard. "What do you write about me?" I asked, utterly intrigued. 

"I'll give them to you as your gift. If it wasn't for Christmas, you'd never even know about them." he informed, raising a finger and tapping my nose. "Fine. It's only two weeks away." 

"That's so long~" he whined, and I smiled a little at his boyish nature. "You know what else is long?" I asked, trying not to smile. "Wh-" he stopped once he figured out what I was talking about. "No, I don't. Guess you'll have to show me." he taunted. "Once you're healed." 

He pouted and rolled his eyes. "Fine..."

*Time Skip*

It was now two days before Christmas. Kenneth is in jail for child abuse, and I have to pick Travis up from the hospital. Today is the day he gets to come home. 

Every day for two weeks, I would go to the hospital after school. I couldn't stop going. I had to learn so I could tutor Travis when he gets back. 

I ran out of the school and down the street to wait for the bus. It took around ten minutes because of all the traffic with kids getting out of school. I used to ride with Larry but now I have to ride the public bus instead of the school bus. 

Once it arrived, I climbed on and paid my fee. Taking a seat in the back, I was shaking in my seat. The bus stopped at the hospital, and I climbed off with incredible speed. I ran to the doors and into the elevator, pressing the button for the fifth floor.

Travis' Floor.

I sprinted to his room, opening the door with haste and impatience. "Travis!" I yelled, walking over to him. "Sal!" he yelled back, walking over to me with a slight limp. "You ready to go?" I ask, glancing at the nurse. She smiled and allowed us to leave, informing us to sign out at the front desk. 

*Time Skip*

My father pulled up and we got in. I assisted Travis and then climbed in myself. "You boys ready? he asked, pulling out. "Yup. I finished the presents, and nearly used all the wrapping paper. Do you think Travis is going to like his gift?" I asked my father, teasing Travis with the mystery of his present. 

"I do, Sal, I do. He'll love it." my father said, smirking as he picked up on what I was doing. "Really?" Travis rhetorically asked. My father and I nodded as he chuckled. "You guys are jerks." Travis insulted, crossing his arms. 

"Listen, Trav," I said, resting a hand on his shoulder.  "There was a long wait to see you out of the hospital. It's two more days."

Originally posted April 1st 2023 on Wattpad

"Church Boy." - Long Wait - Wattpad

Church Boy-Reverie

His eyes grew wide and face red as I answered his question. "What...?" he muttered, trying not to look down. I walked over to him and sat down. "Can we...make out a little?" I ask, looking down at the floor, awaiting his response. 

My question was answered by Travis unbuckling my mask and setting it on the bedside table. He grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed down my neck, leaving deep purple spots all over my body. I let out small whimpers in response. 

His soft hands trailed up and down my torso, occasionally rubbing small nonsense shapes where he pleased. "Travis, how far do you want to go?" I ask, pulling away from his kiss. "As far as we want to go. I'll let you guide me. I'm okay with anything." he said, going back in for more. 

He took his hand and moved them down to my crotch, gently palming my area as he grabbed his other arm and placed it on the arch of my back. "Fuck..." I moaned out, feeling his hands slowly unbuckling my belt. "You okay with this?" he whispered. "Mhm..." I muttered. 

He fully undid my belt and tossed it next to him. Sliding his hands down my pants, he pawed gently at my dick, earning subtle moans from me. "Aww, so cute..." he remarked, removing his hands completely. "W-what?" I asked, worried he wasn't going to continue.

As I sat on his lap, I felt something grow underneath me. "Are you...hard?" I whispered, gliding my hand down and under his skirt. "Sal," he murmured, looking away. "Hm?" I replied. "be easy..." 

"I will, love. I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

And with that, he slowly allowed me to rip his fishnets and remove his boxers. The rip of the fish-netted material sent me further into reverie. "Do you want this, love?" I ask, just making sure. "Of course, I do." he answered, smiling to assure me.

He took his hands out of my pants and slid them up my shirt, his icy touch surprising me. His hands made their way up and to my chest. I was surprised when his fingers met the cold of the metal piercings I had done. 

Travis' POV:

I removed my hand from his pants and to his torso. I made my way up, the heat from his body warming my once-cold hands. Deciding to experiment, I moved my hand to his nipple. The surprise hit me when I felt two cold rods meet my hands.

"Are those...?" I started. "Piercings." he answered, face a little more red. I moved my hand around them, quite enjoying how they felt and their uniqueness of them in general. "You like them?" he anxiously asked, boyishly giggling. "Yea, actually." I answered, toying with them some more. "If I knew that I would've gotten them done sooner." Sal joked. "Hey, I didn't know I liked them until now."

Sal's POV:

He played with my piercing some more. Eventually, I leaned in for another kiss, still rubbing my hand against Travis' thigh, teasing him beyond belief. "Sal...Please...I need this..." he begged, dropping his head. "Need what?" I teasingly asked, drawing nonsense shapes on his leg. "I need...you. I need your touch and how you make me feel..." he pleaded, barely looking me in the eye as his face reddened. 

"Since you've been so good, I'll give you what you want." I said, dropping to my knees. "Sal, what are you-" he started, quickly stopping as I wrapped my hand around his dick. "Oh my fucking god..." he quickly whispered, throwing his head back as I stroked his dick gently. 

I opened my mouth and spat onto it, swirling little circles on his tip as I gently moved my hand up and down. He covered his mouth as small whimpers and moans breathily escaped.

Travis wasn't small, not by any means. So, doing this was going to be much harder than I previously thought. I slowly put as much as I could of him in my mouth, looking up with puppy dog eyes and making sure he was facing me. 

I bobbed my head, stroking with my hand what wouldn't fit in my mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he bit his lip. "Sal, please..." he whispered, grabbing onto the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. 

I quickened my pace and stroked faster, earning moans and whimpers Travis tried to stifle. "Sal, can I...?" he muttered, grabbing a fistful of my hair. "Mhm..."  I whispered, not removing his cock from my mouth. 

I sped up a little as Travis tightened the grip he had on me. After another few minutes of me stroking and sucking him, a thick, warm liquid coated the back of my throat. He smiled dizzily and I pulled it out of my mouth, still stroking him. He fell back onto the bed, a string of saliva and cum connecting me and his dick. 

Once he sat back up, I let go and he quickly stood up, soon after, getting on his knees next to me. "I love you..." he muttered, kissing the top of my head as he slid off his clothes and put on a pair of my shorts unfortunately covering his body more than I would have liked. 

"I'll be right back." he said, walking out of my room and into the bathroom. He returned a second later, clutching a rag and water bottle. "Here," he said, handing me the bottle to my panting self and then bending down to clean the remainder of the substance off my face. 

"My turn," he said, leaning over and leaving even more hickeys. He reached his hand over and slid it down and into my boxers. "On the bed." he demanded, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. I said nothing, just climbed onto the bed. 

Travis followed right behind, crawling in front of me and smiling softly. "Now, easy or rough?" he asked, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his lap. "I don't know. Let's experiment..." I answered, holding onto his arm as the other one drew little symbols into my inner thigh. 

"Mm, sounds perfect to me..." he whispered as I ran my hands down his torso. He stopped drawing shapes and slid his cold hand down my boxers. He rested me on my back, slowly pulling down my pants until they were at my ankles. 

He palmed me through my underwear, earning soft whimpers of plea. Quickly, he stopped and pulled those down too, making sure to take his sweet time as he did. Once they were both at my ankles, he slowly began moving his hand up and down, using precum as a lubricant.

He stroked me softly before gradually quickening his pace. Once he had found a rhythm, I arched my back and grabbed the sheets. I bit my lip to stay quiet. "I love you." he whispered, "I- love y-you too!" I nearly yelled, hoping that nobody heard me. 

He stroked fast as he could. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face, hoping to muffle my pathetic sounds as best I could. Surprisingly, Travis snatched the pillow away from me and threw it where I couldn't reach. 

"Ah ah, nope. I want to hear all the sounds that you make."

"T-trav... what if my d-dad hears u-us..?"

"Even better..."

I moan quietly, grabbing my bed until my knuckles turned white and my back was in the shape of a deformed 'C'. To my surprise, Travis sped up, spitting on the tip. Another few minutes went by until I felt a warmth take over my body and pressure building up. 

A warm, thick fluid flowed out and coated Travis' hand. He didn't stop, no. He continued to stroke me while I rode out my orgasm, him not stopping until I let out a breath of relief. I grabbed his hand and let him know I was satisfied. 

I sat up and pulled the blankets over my body, a doped-up smile plastered on my face. Travis went to the bathroom and washed his hands off, quickly returning a second later. "Your dad said it's dinner time." Travis informed, reaching his hand out for me to grab. 

I grasped his hand, pulling myself off the bed and into his arms. "Let's act like nothing happened." I said, standing on my tiptoes to peck him on the cheek. He walked to the kitchen and lined up, waiting for my father to fill our plates because he doesn't trust us to make it on our own. 

"Thanks, Mr. Fisher." Travis said, sitting down next to me and resting his plate on the table. My father joined us and deliberately sat right between Travis and me. I leaned back and lightly flicked the back of Travis' head. He looked over and smirked.

"This is war..."

Originally posted on March 24th 2023 on Wattpad

"Church Boy." - Reverie - Wattpad

Church Boy-Enough

TW

We arrived home and my father began to smile. I knew what was going to happen, so I ran up to my room and locked the door behind me. My father was now right outside, banging so the door rattled. 

"Open this fucking door!" he screamed, jiggling the handle and banging some more. "Please! Don't!" I cried, hugging my knees to my chest. The banging and yelling stopped. "Travis, please open this door." he kindly requested, stifled anger surging through his voice. "No! I'm not falling for that! Leave! Kick me out, even! I don't care!" I screamed, voice wavering and shaky. "Then leave."

A few minutes later, a loud cracking sound could be heard from right next to me. The door had been split through the center, a large ax through the cheap wood. "You-" I muttered, seeing my father standing there, body shaking. 

"Please..." I whispered, watching as my father charge toward me and knocked me to the ground. He took his hand and balled it into a fist, striking my face as I did my best to cover it. He grabbed my chin and forced me to face him. 

His green eyes shot through me as he slapped me across the face. He then used his other hand to slam my head into the ground. I screamed but he covered my mouth. "You make another sound," he whispered, lowering himself to say it into my ear. "I'll break your jaw..."

A shiver went through my body, and I felt blood gushing from my nose. His hand was on my forehead, forcing my head down, and the other one was by his side and clenched. He raised his fist and struck my eye; a deep bruise would be there soon...

I could barely see now, only out of one eye. He smeared the blood from my nose all over my face, slapping me as he did. "I wish you were never fucking born!" he screamed, spit flying out of his mouth as he yelled. " So do I!" I boldly retorted, letting the pained tears fall from my face. 

He sat up and removed his belt, quickly smacking my torso with it multiple times. He stood up after even more hits, beginning to kick my body as I curled up to protect what I could. "You pussy." he hissed, kicking me so I rolled onto my side. Stomping a foot into my guts, he spat onto my face before leaving. 

I gasped for air as I lie there, shaky and bloody...

It's time to leave...

I tried to sit up but before I could, he was back in my room with a knife. He got on his knees and flipped me effortlessly onto my back. cutting the back of my shirt and exposing my scarred skin. Slowly but violently, he traced the blade down my back, breaking the skin and causing crimson blood to spill out. 

I writhed but to no avail. "The more you squirm, the more I'll hurt you." he threatened, not once removing the cold blade. I knew he was drawing something; I just couldn't figure out what. 

Eventually, he lifted the blade and got off the floor. I felt blood seeping off the sides of my body, contrasting with the cold of the wooden floor, the warm liquid pooled around me. 

I felt dizzy as my father laughed and left, closing the door behind him. "Fuck..." I muttered, putting my hand on my back to evaluate the damage. 

Before I closed my eyes, I could hear screams and gunshots emanating from the rooms beyond mine. "I found him!" a boy shouted, though I couldn't figure out who. "Where?" a woman's voice frantically asked. "Oh my..." she muttered, gasping. "Hurry! He's alive!" he yelled. 

Soon, I felt someone lifting me and putting me on another flat surface. Drifting in and out of consciousness, I heard more people talking and crying.

Sal's POV: 

Ms. Gibson and I broke it, she had brought her gun and wasn't afraid to use it. 

We heard screaming from outside, and even worse, we heard silence right after. We busted in, running into the blonde man who had been at my home. He had blood dripping from his clothes and off of the knife he was holding.

He swung at me, hitting a spot in my arm. Ms. Gibson pulled out her gun and shot him in the arm, causing him to drop the knife. He screamed and I ran up the steps to see if I could find Travis. "I found him!" I yelled, taking a step as I looked at the bloody boy in front of me.

The back of his shirt had been sliced open and his olive skin was exposed. He was bleeding and had the word "Sinner" carved into his back along with a pentagram. "Where?!" Ms. Gibson yelled, following suit. "Oh my..." she muttered, gasping for air.

I picked him up and he nodded in and out of consciousness. We called the ambulance and they arrived quickly. Once they were here, Ms. Gibson and I carried him down and placed him on the stretcher. 

He muttered something that I couldn't have made out if I tried. The paramedics sat with him while one of them cleaned my wounds separately. Once they were finished with me, they went and tended to Travis. 

*Time Skip*

We arrived at the hospital, and they wheeled him out. Once we were inside, they brought him to a room and allowed us to see him after a few hours. I didn't leave the waiting room, not once. 

Ms. Gibson went home as I sat there by myself, sobbing and wishing I could've been there sooner. Wishing I could've said something to save him. 

Wishing I would've never loved him.  

Wishing I could've had some control and stayed away.  

Wishing I never became his friend.

 Wishing I could take back everything I'd ever done.

 Wishing...

 Wishing is never enough...

Hoping he would be okay...

Hoping he'd forgive me...

Hoping he didn't love me...

Hoping that he'd recover... 

Hoping is never enough...

Originally posted March 30th 2023

"Church Boy." - Enough - Wattpad

Church Boy-Life of the party

TW

As we entered the house, the smell of drugs, booze, and sweat filled my nose. "Ew..." I muttered, scrunching my eyes at the stench. "Hey, guys!" Neil yelled, walking up to us with a red solo cup. "Hey, Neil. Hey, Todd." Larry said, pulling both of them into a hug. 

"You brought Travis?" Neil asked, his once friendly and welcoming demeanor changing into concern and slight shock. "No, I did." I chimed in, grabbing Travis' shoulders and pulling him into a hug. "Oh, alright. No slurs and shit." Neil said, shrugging his shoulders and walking off with Todd trailing behind. 

"You guys want something to drink?" Larry asked. "I don't drink." I said, waving my hands to signify I was fine. "Uhm...sure! Why not!?" Travis said, smiling wildly. "Gotcha!" Larry said, sprinting off into the crowd. 

Travis and I talked for a minute before Larry returned with two solo cups. "Here ya go!" Larry exclaimed, handing one of the cups to Travis. "Thanks." Travis muttered, smelling the drink that was just barely filling half the cup. 

While Larry downed his with ease, Travis took large sips but often recoiled after. Once Travis finished his drink, he tried to take a step toward me but stumbled and fell into my arms. "Calm down, Trav." I joked, holding him so he could steady himself. "I wanna-" he started but was immediately cut off by his own giggles and hiccups.

"You need to sit down." I said, looking around for Larry, Neil, or Todd. Once I spotted Neil, I called him over and asked where the nearest bedroom was. 

"Neil! Neil! Over here!"

"Yea, Sal?"

"Where's the nearest bedroom? Travis is drunk and can't exactly function."

"Ha, that's hilarious. Never thought I'd see the day."

"Me neither."

"Anyways, the nearest one is just up there. No sex!" he joked, pointing to a room at the top of the stairs. I felt my face get warmer as I thought about his words. "Promise..." I said. Guiding Travis slowly up the steps one by one, hoping he wouldn't fall. We got to the room and he fell into the bed. 

I closed the door behind me and walked to where he was. "Sally, I want another drink!" he whined through hiccups. "Are you sure? You're fucking drunk already." I asked. "Yup!" he said, a hiccup following after. "Alright, I'll be right back." I said. 

I walked to the door and left. Running to the kitchen and grabbing a solo cup. I poured some vodka into the cup, nearly filling it. I swiftly walked back to the room with Travis and tried to open the door. It was locked. I knew that Travis hadn't done it himself because he couldn't even walk by himself.

"Trav! Open the door!" I yelled, knocking profusely. "Get-" he yelled. "Help!" a boy's voice yelled. "Sal!" Travis yelled. I sat the cup down, fearing that what I thought was going on in the room was really going on. I stepped back and rammed into the door, shifting it.

I saw fucking red as I heard Travis sobbing on the other side and another boy's voice yelling at him to shut up. I rammed into the door again, this time it busted open, and I saw the sad scene in front of me.

Travis was pinned down on the bed underneath a much larger boy with darker blue hair than I. He was wearing a red-striped shirt and black sweats. I said nothing, instead, I ran at him with full force. He looked like a deer in headlights as I barreled toward him. He fell to the floor with my straddling his waist.

I let my anger get the better of me as I blew punch after punch to his fucking face. He was bleeding and my knuckles were sore. The pain from ramming into the door was settling in but I couldn't stop. I watched as his nose bled and he cried out for me to stop and that it was not what it seems. "Shut up you fucking pervert!" I screamed, taking my fists and slamming them into his chest. He clawed at my arms and neck.

Eventually, he latched his grubby little fucking hands onto my mask and ripped it off over my head. My mask was thrown across the room, close to Travis who had his back against the wall, shaking and crying. 

I only stopped once somebody pulled me off of him. "Sal, what the fuck?!" Larry screamed, throwing me onto the bed effortlessly. "He fucking assaulted Travis!"  I screamed, tears pouring out from my eyes. I felt eyes all over me. It hadn't struck me before, but I no longer had my mask on, and it had been strewn somewhere in the room. 

"He did...?" Ash asked, stepping forward. "Obviously he fucking did! Look at him," I yelled, pointing to Travis. "he's shaking and fucking sobbing! Somebody get him out of here before I lose my shit on all of you!" I screamed, sounding oddly similar to a Banshee. "He...he did this to me too...I fought him off, but some people can't..." Ash admitted. 

Gasps and whispers emanated from the crowd formed outside the door. "Travis...come here..." Ash said, arms open and a genuine smile spread across her face. Travis crawled off the bed and stumbled over to Ashley. She pulled him into a hug, and he returned the favor. 

Larry was staring down at the blue-haired adolescent, rage, and contempt surging through his body. He bent down and grabbed the collar of the smaller teen's shirt, lifting him without struggle. "I ought to break your jaw right now...you know that? Do you want that? Or do you want me to just fucking kill you?" Larry asked, voice quiet and laced with poison. 

The teen shook his head, fear filling his eyes as Larry stared at him. "Then I'll give you a fucking minute to be out of this damn house..." he muttered, dropping the boy to the floor. He groaned in pain and Larry smirked sadistically. 

Then, he started counting down. "60...59...58..." he said, watching as the boy writhed around, scrambling to get to his feet and out the bedroom door. He practically flew down the steps and out of the house, jumping into his car and trying to drive away. 

As he attempted to get the car to start, Maple walked into the room with the biggest grin on her face. "Yea, he's not going anywhere." she said, trying to stifle a laugh. "What'd you do?" Ash asked, already knowing it was some crazy ass shit. She snorted out a laugh and pulled a knife out of her pocket. "Slashed his tires." she answered, putting the knife back in her pocket. 

"Crazy ass." Larry said, jokingly rolling his eyes. Chug walked into the room, dizzily smiling. "Someone's in love..." Larry joked, bending down to my level. "No duh, we should set them up." I suggested, nudging his side. "Great idea, Sal." Larry complimented, smirking as we agreed on being cupid. "We'll worry about that later. Right now, Travis needs me."

I walked over to the shaking boy, huddled to himself by the wall. "Hey, Travis." I said, taking a seat next to him. "Hey..." he muttered, not even meeting my gaze. "You wanna go home?" I ask, slinging my arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He lay his head on my shoulder and sighed deeply. "Sal..." he whispered. 

"I wish you wouldn't have saved me..."

(originally posted March 19th 2023 on Wattpad)

"Church Boy." - Life of the Party - Wattpad