Black And White

Fourteen

Scott had given Mitch's phone back to him, of course.

They'd been content with watching movies all day, until lunchtime rolled around and Scott suddenly sat up from the couch.

Mitch blinked at him. "Uh... Scott? You okay?"

Scott grinned suddenly, and moved in front of Mitch, only to kneel in front of him with his hands on Mitch's thighs. "Hey... Guess what?"

Mitch just blinked at him. "What?"

"Will you go out to lunch with me?"

"Sure. Of course. But uh... Scott, I have nothing to wear."

"Of course you do. I've got plenty of things that'll probably fit you."

"But... No offense. You're like... Taller and... Bigger. What if I look bad?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "You're going to deny my date, because you're afraid of looking bad?"

"No, no! I just... Never mind. Sorry. I'll go."

Scott grinned, standing up and grabbing both of Mitch's hands. "Come on. I'll find something for you, Cutie. Don't worry your pretty little head."

Mitch giggled, and followed him down the hallway into Scott's bedroom.

Mitch sat himself down on the bed, and waited for Scott to toss him some clothes.

Scott merely found himself a shirt, before he turned to Mitch. "Listen, baby. I'd prefer you come here and pick your own stuff. I don't have your impeccable taste in clothing."

Mitch nodded, hurrying over to stand beside Scott to do as he'd suggested. "Okay."

Scott then turned around to grab himself a new pair of boxers to change into. "Do you need some underwear, babe?"

Mitch had already chosen himself a shirt, now buttoning it up onto his body. "Uh.. Yes, please. Is that not weird to you?"

Scott just shrugged. "Not really. I don't really care at all. Would you do me a favor though? And keep all your clothes in a pile so I can wash them for you?"

"You don't have to wash my stuff, Scottie."

"Well I just figure I should send you home tomorrow with your own clothes. So your mom doesn't get suspicious."

"Oh... That's smart, actually. Thank you."

"I mean..." Scott turned to toss Mitch a pair of boxers. "That's only assuming that you want to stay another night. I didn't know if you wanted to actually stay at Kirstie's or... Maybe Alex's?"

Mitch turned to stare at him. "Don't be silly. Of course I want to stay here. But hey, we could invite Alex over. Or Avi."

"After lunch. I still owe you a date."

"I mean, really, you don't owe me anything. You've been doing me favors left and right."

Scott waved him off, before walking over to the closet again to pull on some of his own dark jeans.

Mitch glanced at him, and then down to the boxers in his hands, before looking back up.

Scott didn't notice, until he'd fixed the belt on his hips. "Something wrong, babe? Oh, did you want privacy..? I can go."

"No. I'm fine. Sorry."

Scott nodded, but did his best to keep busy so he wouldn't make Mitch uncomfortable.

Mitch was grateful for how low the large shirt hung down, covering most of him as he changed his underwear.

Scott moved to the other side of his room to grab a jacket, and kept his back turned until Mitch gave him the go-ahead. "Mitch... You have nothing to hide from me. You know that, don't you?"