crack_van | booze on my breath, salt on your skin by icanbreakthesky (PG-13)

Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Matt/Travis, (Matt/OMC, Katy/Travis)
Length: about 850 words
Author on LJ:

icanbreakthesky
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
There is never enough Gym Class Heroes fic, IMO, and this one is excellent. Melancholy and beautiful and a little bit painful.

His palm spans the back of Matt's neck, warm and not particularly comforting. Still, Matt lifts his head, closes his eyes when Travis's lips press against his. He pretends it's everything he wants, everything he has wanted. He succeeds until he opens his mouth to Travis's tongue and tastes the eighty proof courage there.

Travis rests their foreheads together, far enough apart that they can breathe. "I'm not drunk enough for this," Matt says, and his voice sounds thready and weak even to his own ears.

Travis regards Matt through heavily-lidded eyes. His grin is predatory. "We can work with that." He grabs the Grey Goose from the cheap table between the cheap hotel beds and offers it to Matt. He takes the bottle, and keeps taking it until the coarse bed spread under him and Travis's solid weight everywhere else stops feeling like a bad idea, stops feeling like much of anything.

booze on my breath, salt on your skin