“stop,” travis muttered, blowing smoke in crimson’s direction. “i’m a goddamn poetic genius.” lolling his head back and resting his head on crimson’s shoulder, he smoked until his eyes couldn’t focus on the smoke anymore and he got lost in the sensation of physical affection. “yes of course, just point me in the direction of whoever you want and they’ll be yours.” the words bubbled up without much thought, how he would manage to snag anyone a problem for his future self. unaware of when he had closed his eyes, but fully aware of how much effort it took to reopen them. travis sluggishly sat up, half turning to get a proper look at his roommate. he had the strong urge to say don’t fall in love with me the most random quote from a movie he hadn’t seen in at lease half a decade, but they were suddenly the funniest words he could think of. leaving it at a grin, even if it were misconstrued, no one should be left to feel laughed at. “yeah, okay. ” even high, or maybe specifically because of the sharpness that the world had taken on, travis nodded catching the subtleness.. “let me pacify her you.”

“i really am, i’m the hero harmon deserves.” he mused, rocking gently at the push, setting the water into motion. “you have to be really detailed, none of this ‘have a conversation with someone new’ b.s., it has to be like ‘get a chance to say ‘fee-fi-foe-fum, oh my god i’m ‘bout to cum’. it’s a dance of specificity and determination,” he said, easing back and letting crimson take his weight, travis unlocked his legs taking full advantage of the additional space. ashing over the edge of the tub, travis angled his head to side, allowing crimson better access to his neck. laughing out a puff of smoke ( he truly should be the next snapchat filter ) travis turned his head as best as he could to look up and over at crimson. “that was honestly so lame, you know i’m here to support you but it’s lines like that that are the reason you’re single. seduction is easy, just remember: a - attraction, b - baiting, and c for conversation. you really need to brush up on your alphabet - ‘boys & girls test friends’ tested it in a buzzfeed video i watched this morning. it’s proven.” 

“truly a man after my heart, i’ll be waiting for comedy central to contact me for my hour long special at your recommendation.” travis smirked, eyes skimming down crimson’s face and following the slow decent of soppy bubbles. “because i’d be doing the world a disservice if i took you off the market, i wouldn’t let you go until someone pried you from my cold, undead fingers.” sitting up and wiping the excess water from his hand, travis reached forward, taking the blunt from crimson’s fingers and bringing it to his lips, he shook his head at his roommate’s antics, beyond amused at the turnaround of his behavior. “you should put down whatever you want to do, that’s kind of the point. you know,” tracking crimson’s movements as smoke coiled in his lungs, travis sat up slowly. shifting to sit between crimson’s legs. holding in smoke and pulling his legs up to fit in the tight space, travis leaned back, crimson’s knee digging into his back. “that is completely false, i’m hard to get along, but i’ll take it over being mrs. potato head i guess,” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke. 

a shiver running down his spine at the blunt nails against the soft skin of his thigh, travis slumped further into the tub - immediately regretting it as the hair on the neck immediately began to curl. holding the lid of the plastic starbucks cup between his teeth, travis took advantage of his free hands and tied his hair up with the elastic around his wrist. “i’m really not, i think you’re just... loosening up a bit.” running his tongue along the top row of his teeth, travis watched crimson over the edge of the bubbles, carefully moulding bubble mountains as crimson’s words punctuated the air. he was 12% sure that crimson had an accent but he couldn’t place it. “you deserve it.” travis pursed his lips, letting an arm hang lazily over the edge of the tub as he dropped his drink to the floor. dipping his exposed arm back into the warmth of the bath, travis held steady eye contact as he wrapped his fingers around crimson’s calves. “you know i would,” winking playfully and sending an air kiss over the short distance between them, travis laughed along. “but it’s not really just about fucking, you just have to be open to new experiences. you’d got to say yes to kissing a few people. for starters you should come up with your bucket list and then go from there. but i’ll give you a little push in the right direction if you want throughout the night. you have to take advantage of what’s yours - the world is your dollhouse and you lead the story.”

lazily testing to see if his starbucks cup would float in the water ( spoiler it didn’t ), travis made sure to look over from time to time so crimson would know that he’s listening. “you’re a good guy, it’s just harder than you think to break up a relationship.” digging his toes into crimson’s sides, travis laughed. “well it didn’t really go all that well, hence the clog, but sure. maybe we can host a pottery class here sometime and you can meet a boy who’s good with his hands.” bringing the blunt to his lips, travis exhaled smoke through his nose shaking his dead disapprovingly. “he’s a menace and if he’s not fired by the summer i’m going to make it my mission to get him fired before june. that sounds fake, but okay,” travis muttered before taking another hit. “you’re the type who would need training wheels to get into a meaningful relationship.”

scraping his nails along crimson’s sides, travis pressed a greeting kiss to crimson’s jaw before slumping into the water, sloshing a good bit up the sides. passing a blunt over to his roommate and placing the other in the soapdish, he leaned up to grab his coffee and passed the lighter over. “you’re really taking this to heart, huh? maybe go after someone who isn’t in an established relationship?” bringing the blunt to his lips, he sat back up to let crimson light the end of his blunt. nudging crimson’s knee out of his way to get more comfortable, travis ashed over the side of the tub, it wasn’t his bathroom. "nothing’s going on, i was trying to get into clay but that hasn’t worked out. maybe i’ll try again. maybe i’ll find someone to do the grocery shopping because i’m really don’t want to see the ginger who scans through lane 7 you know? but we should set you up with a playdate.”