It's chilly outside when Brendon ducks out the open window. He tugs on the zipper of his hoodie to maybe conserve some heat. Winter's soon approaching and he never expected to live anywhere where he might need to learn how to properly layer so he won’t freeze to death.
Travis is sitting on one of the lower steps of the fire escape, not too low down because the neighbors below them like to complain about the smell if Travis smokes too close to their window. Brendon drops down on the second step from the top of the landing and shoves his hands into the fleece lined pockets of his hoodie.
The cold seeps into his jeans from the metal of the step and Brendon shudders only a little. He's slowly getting used to the end of fall equaling actual cold weather, and not just seventy degrees with a chance of maybe a mild breeze. To distract himself, he hums a random tune that pops into his head and his right foot slightly nudges against Travis' shoulder when he sways his feet to his humming. Travis turns his head and smiles around his cigarette when he sees Brendon.
Cool fingers wrap around his ankle -one day he's going to remember that cuff socks are not the best decision to make when the wind likes to flick at the laces of his purple oxford converses almost daily during the cold months- and Brendon bites back the yelp that tries to slip from his lips. Travis tosses the burned out cigarette butt over the fire escape railing with one hand while the other tugs Brendon closer by his ankle. There's this playful smirk on his face and Brendon goes with the motion.
Kissing Travis is fun, and always a little bit thrilling. It's easy to forget they're outside during the middle of a late fall night. After several minutes, Brendon shivers and Travis laughs into his neck. The moment broken, Travis stands from where he was sitting. He offers Brendon a hand up and Brendon has to straighten a little from his hunched position before he can reach Travis' hand properly.
Once they've both crawled back through the open window, Brendon shuts the window and latches it. Inside the warmth of the heater curls around him like a cat weaving between his legs, it's comfortable. Travis wraps him up in a hug and kisses the top of his head. Maybe Brendon never expected to end up where he is now, but for once he's actually glad that things haven’t turned out how they were planned. He likes this outcome better than any of the alternatives.
A Blustery Night, Brendon/Travie
Travis is sitting on one of the lower steps of the fire escape, not too low down because the neighbors below them like to complain about the smell if Travis smokes too close to their window. Brendon drops down on the second step from the top of the landing and shoves his hands into the fleece lined pockets of his hoodie.
The cold seeps into his jeans from the metal of the step and Brendon shudders only a little. He's slowly getting used to the end of fall equaling actual cold weather, and not just seventy degrees with a chance of maybe a mild breeze. To distract himself, he hums a random tune that pops into his head and his right foot slightly nudges against Travis' shoulder when he sways his feet to his humming. Travis turns his head and smiles around his cigarette when he sees Brendon.
Cool fingers wrap around his ankle -one day he's going to remember that cuff socks are not the best decision to make when the wind likes to flick at the laces of his purple oxford converses almost daily during the cold months- and Brendon bites back the yelp that tries to slip from his lips. Travis tosses the burned out cigarette butt over the fire escape railing with one hand while the other tugs Brendon closer by his ankle. There's this playful smirk on his face and Brendon goes with the motion.
Kissing Travis is fun, and always a little bit thrilling. It's easy to forget they're outside during the middle of a late fall night. After several minutes, Brendon shivers and Travis laughs into his neck. The moment broken, Travis stands from where he was sitting. He offers Brendon a hand up and Brendon has to straighten a little from his hunched position before he can reach Travis' hand properly.
Once they've both crawled back through the open window, Brendon shuts the window and latches it. Inside the warmth of the heater curls around him like a cat weaving between his legs, it's comfortable. Travis wraps him up in a hug and kisses the top of his head. Maybe Brendon never expected to end up where he is now, but for once he's actually glad that things haven’t turned out how they were planned. He likes this outcome better than any of the alternatives.