Black And White

Nine

Mitch had agreed to do as Scott said, though he couldn't even remember why he was searching for Scott's forgiveness in the first place.

Mitch just dragged Scott past the very first row of bleachers, stopping close to the middle of the row, before turning to abruptly kiss Scott on the lips.

He'd pulled away as quickly as he could, hearing Alex whistle at them from where he was sitting on his team's bench with a plastic cup of water.

Mitch just waved at him, and then let go of Scott's hand to run past the rest of the bleachers to hide in one of the bathrooms.

Scott walked in behind him a few minutes later, bending a little to check for feet underneath the stalls. Mitch's were the only ones he saw.

Scott leaned against the wall. "Mitch? Are you in here?"

Mitch sniffled a little in response. "Maybe."

Scott kicked off of the wall, and hurried over to the stall, knocking on it once. "Hey, are you crying? What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I really don't know."

"Mitchie, will you open the door?"

It only took him a few seconds to do so, before Scott's blue eyes were pouring into his own.

Scott reached forward to wipe away one of Mitch's tears. "I'm sorry, babe... I didn't think it would embarrass you that much."

"No, it's not... It's just... I don't know! I think I was just.. Scared? I don't know."

"You're not making sense, cutie." Scott leaned against the side of the stall, scanning Mitch's body once to be sure it wasn't a physical injury of some kind.

"I know. I'm sorry... I mean. It was exciting, to do that in front of that many people. But... I guess I just got worried my mother would find out somehow. Which, I know is stupid to say."

"Oh, I getcha. Okay... Well, yeah. That's silly. I won't make you do anything like that ever again, I promise. My bad."

Mitch just shrugged. "I didn't mind it, actually... I like people knowing that you're my boyfriend."

"Oh really?"

"Well yeah." Mitch pushed both of Scott's upper arms. "I mean, look at you!"

Scott grinned at him. "Good, then. I like people knowing you're mine too." 

Mitch blushed a little, looking down to his toes. "Really? Why?"

"Fishing for compliments?"

"No! Of course not! I just..." Mitch looked up then. "I mean, is it so bad for me to want you to say nice things to me?"

"No. But all you have to do is ask, babe. I could go on for hours."

"Maybe you should write a letter, then."

"Fine. Maybe I will."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"You're fine as Hell." Mitch suddenly said, a smirk on his lips.  

"You're fine as Hell." He retorted.

"You should be careful with your words. You're turning me on."

"You're turning me on."

"I am turned on."

Scott smirked slowly, before closing the bathroom stall door, and dropping to his knees in front of Mitch.

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