Black And White

Twelve

Mitch had easily gotten his parents to agree to let him stay at Scott's house.

Well... 'Scott's' house.

Kirstie's mom spoke with Mitch's, to work out all the details of Mitch staying over there.

But Kirstie later told her that Mitch wasn't feeling well, and went back home.

Scott didn't really like the plan, as he worried that Mitch would get in trouble.

However, now that Mitch was sitting beside him Watching Jurassic Park, Scott didn't care at all.

Scott ordered a pizza, and then grabbed a blanket to keep Mitch extra warm.

Mitch didn't say anything to initiate it, not wanting to seem clingy, but Scott finally slid his arm around Mitch's waist to pull Mitch's body into his own.

Mitch grinned, bringing the blanket with him. "Thank you for having me over, Scott."

"You really don't need to thank me. I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad that you're glad." Mitch hummed, now focused on Scott's arm full of tattoos.

Mitch looked up at him. "Can I ask what this one is?"

"Just something I got to remember my mom."

Mitch sat up a little, his hand on Scott's lower stomach. "Oh God.. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up."

"It's fine. Happened a long time ago. I'm kind of numb to it now."

"Did she... Pass away?"

"No. Just... Left."

Mitch shook his head slowly. "Oh, Scott... I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I hope she's living it up in Vegas right now. Better than how she was with my stupid dad."

"She just left you here? Don't mothers usually take their children? Not the fathers?"

"I guess. He didn't want me either, to be fair."

Mitch shook his head again. "That's such bullshit."

Scott met his eyes quickly. "Mitchie, my word. Where did you learn to curse like that?"

"You, mostly. And don't patronize me right now! I'm seriously upset. That is absolute bullshit."

"Stop cursing, baby."

"No. Let me express my anger."

"Fine. Curse as much as you want. Just know that it's kind of turning me on."

Mitch's eyes widened a little. "Really? What a weird fetish..."

The doorbell rang, and Scott hurried to answer it, bringing the pizza into the room and placing it directly in front of Mitch.

Mitch lifted the lid a little, and then groaned in pleasure. "Fuck, you know how to pamper a man."

Scott nodded, sitting down and sliding his hand along Mitch's thigh. "That, I do."

Mitch looked from the pizza to Scott, and then back. "I'm so conflicted."

Scott rolled his eyes, and moved his hand away from Mitch. "Go ahead and eat, babe. We can fuck after."

Mitch gasped. "Don't use that vulgar language."

Scott leaned over to kiss Mitch's ear, and then nibbled a little on the side of his neck. "Make me."

*

"Yes, Mother... Kirstie is fine... No, I would not like to date her. I'll sleep in a different room if that makes you feel any better."