Risk. (Sallyface fanfic(Sal x Travis fic)NOT FIXED

Chapter 10: milkshakes

TRAVIS

"Okay..so then normally a girl- but a guy too, whoever, kneels..and they- sort of—"

This was most embarrassing. Sal was using the diner tissues to show me how different sex- things work. Unfortunately at school, my mind has been distracted with Sal's face. And how the scars hollowed his skin. And how pretty he looked on that one normal side. How he could have looked. If he looked like that forever, I don't think I could have contained myself. I would have had a gay panic.

And it was a Monday, he had nothing to do.

Slowly since that night. Something had flipped. Something that sort of..told his brain that..he liked this. And that kiss. A lot.

"..doesn't it..hurt?" Unease came out and sal glanced up before turning the stick finger drawing of a blowjob over.

"Of course. But..it also depends..like-..a lot on the size of the dick.." we were in the corner and we were pretty quiet but these words felt too loud to say.

"The size?..wait- the size actually matters? I thought that was like- a myth."

"I mean- it doesn't—" next, we were served our milkshakes. We decided to actually hang out than sit on a fucking bridge. Maybe this was also something that changed after the kiss. Like wanting to actually hang out somewhere.

"..but I mean- the bigger the..worst for..the other person but depends how you use it.." he was already sketching another scene. He sighed as he just watched sal. He couldn't help but want to see how his face rested when he was focused. But all he got was some plastic..

"..how do you know all this stuff anyways.."

The silence killed us both when we sipped our milkshakes. Then switched. I think that was the one thing we between us that started to happen. Like our minds connected. Enough for us to know the other would like to taste their milkshake.

"I've watched top standard porn."

He coughed as he spit some milkshake out, grabbing a napkin as he coughed into it, soon panting for breaths as sal chuckled. He wiped up where he spit..and winced. "Not a good time to say that."

"..still, I did..didn't like it but I- understood it." He looked down and stirred the milkshakes in the fancy cups they gave us. It was like a 50's themed diner.

"Then why did you watch it?"

"Me and Larry found the tape in the trash..got curious and..we both laughed to death.."

"..I see.." he glanced to Sal's nails. Freshly painted. He watched him paint them in math.

"..if you ask me, I think he was more..interested." Sal looked out the window. "I think he has a thing for ash..but ash is..more.." he shrugged, looking back. "..she's more into nothing.."

"..nothing? How can you- not be into something?"

"..she told me that she..didn't like the guys she's dated and she didn't like the girls that she's tried to hit on..and nobody gave her the..zing I guess.."

"Zing?"

"..it's like.." he looked up a bit, he sent he prosthetic tilt. "..when you feel like your body is..under so much weight..and you can't do anything about it. Then you..feel that person..and you can breath again. But they're your only oxygen." He soon looked down..sipping the milkshake.

"..you felt that before?" He said, wanting to sip his milkshake, but stopped to ask the question that burned.

"..not really.." he said when he pulled. "..I mean-..it happens..it's like.." he shrugged. "..when you first kiss someone, you just..feel that..feeling..then your mind drifts. And you don't feel it again."