anyways warning for religious trauma, some angst father on son shit, But I'm not a hurt/no comfort so ofc fluff and more smut becaus horny fucks want it. (I'm horny fucks) anyways Travis POV
I sat their in my own wallowing rage listening to Father drone on about whatever shit he wanted to be bitchy about. I look back over at Sal. Something I've done a thousand times in the past hour. The second Father started wrapping things up I started to relax again. All relax until he said "Travis come with me. Outside." Everyone gave a confused shrug and I started to panic. I stood up, only for my legs to almost give out on each other. I try to push past it, so I could maybe have a chance of not rising his suspicion. I glance at Henry, he's stifling a giggle and trying to hide his smile. I roll my eyes and somehow stumble outside of the door and onto the porch. I turn around to be met with my father.
"Travis...long time no see." "Father..." He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "This disgusting fucking filth...Do you know how much purifying it would have to take to fuckin cleanse you?" I shuddered at the word purifying. I could practically feel the hot water boiling over my body. The retching into a bucket. I felt my throat swell up. "And another thing! You're stumbling like a drunk?" He scans me up and down. The realization hits him. "You slept with that-that THING. I should have expected this. I knew I should have told you sooner. So you could fulfill it." "F-Fulfill what?" "You'll know soon. You're coming with me." "No the fuck I'm not! You can't boss me around!" I felt his hand strike me. "You're going to be at church every Sunday and Wednesday, you will be helping out. Don't bother talking back" I felt so fucking weak. He slapped me again. "You're nothing but a worthless Faggot in the eyes of the Lord." I held myself together as we went back inside
I stumbled inside once more and sat down. I zoned out as Father started to bid his farewells. I didn't even notice how quiet I was. Sal tapped me on the shoulder and quickly broke my daze. "Travis? Are you okay?" "I-I'M FINE!" I stammered out. I felt so embarrassed. So pathetic. Sal squeezed my hand and helped me (crip)walk to his room again. I practically collapsed on his bed, letting my tears come out. He ran his fingers through my hair and cooed over me with small affirmations. He was so good at making me feel safe, it was sickening. I started to hiccup as I spoke. "HE'S FUCKING BACK. I THOUGHT ID NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN" I whined and cried out. Sal pulled me over and held me like a baby. "Your dad? What did he do to you baby?" I quickly realized I fucked up and went silent.
"Travis? Travis. Answer me. What did he do to you." I didnt bother answering. He didn't need to know. "Alright I get it, you don't wanna talk. I just wanna make sure you're okay Hun." I felt my body ache at his words. His words did something so surreal to me. I loved it but felt so wrong for it. As if I was cheating on a test. He held me even closer and kissed my head. "We're gonna figure this out. Both of our problems. I'll figure out the Ash situation, and I will help you with whatever is killing you right now. How does that sound Travis?" I didn't use my words. I used my mouth. I took off his mask slowly and I kissed him, deeply. I put so much passion and care into the kiss. I wanted him to understand my answer. Something about his lips kept me begging for more. He felt the same, I knew it. We have this-
Connection...
Sal's POV
I bit against his lip harshly, fisting at his hair. We've known each other for less than a month, but it feels like we've been together in every fucking universe. My cock was strained against my pants. I felt so embarrassed, but I kept my cool as we separated, begging for air. Travis laid on my bed like he just ran a marathon. I smiled down at him. He looked panicked and quickly got up, working through his worthless legs. He snatched his things and ran, kind of weirdly, but he ran. I was so fucking confused. By the time I made it downstairs he was gone. I walked back into my room, confused as hell. Glancing at the floor, I noticed he left the fishnets on the floor. I locked my door, prepared to do something I'm not proud of. I picked up the fishnets and pressed them against the pillows as if they were on someone. I gripped the pillow as I fantasized, letting my hand travel to my cock. I stroked it lazily as I moaned out quietly. I squeezed my eyes shut as I made out breathy little moans, for anyone to hear.
Travis POV
I laid on my back as I started to stroke my dick. I felt so dirty and used. So filthy...I loved it. I stuck my tongue out, begging for the sweet release that nobody was taking away from me. I imagined Sal with me, doing all of this for me. It brought me closer and closer as I whined.
3rd person POV
The two men jerked themselves off until they were extremely close, sal edging himself before eventually letting himself climax. Their voices were cracked, whiny, and full of desperation.
"Sal!~..."
"Travis...~"
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Strange Neighbors to Strange Lovers
Fanfiction(look at the first parts from Robbie_Is_Rabid, that's the beginning of the story) Sal has just left his abusive wife via the help of a blonde man that moved in next-door. Their relationship has blossomed within less than a month, moving extremely fa...
