Black And White

Forty Four

When morning finally came, Scott woke up first this time.

Mitch's back was to him, as usual. But Scott quickly moved over to kiss Mitch's neck, and grab Mitch's ass roughly to wake him.

Mitch turned quickly. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me."

Mitch sighed loudly. "Scott why did you wake me up?"

"Because it's morning."

Mitch groaned. "Let go of my ass, please." 

"But... But why?" Scott did let go, respectful as he was. "I'm gonna get up and make breakfast, okay? You want eggs and bacon like always?" 

"Yes please. Thank you. Can I sleep a little more..?" 

"Anything you want, babe. I was gonna run out and get your coffee too. Plenty of time for you to sleep some more." 

"Okay... Wait, nuh uh. No money." 

"Too late. I'm leaving now."

"Wait... Wait. Don't."

"Bye."

Mitch turned over and tried to reach toward him. "No." He whined.

Scott leaned over the bed to kiss him. "Goodbye, honey. Sleep well."

*

Scott kicked the door closed behind him, two coffees and a pastry bag in his hands. He did so as quietly as possible to not wake Mitch.

When he tossed his keys, he walked into the kitchen and froze.

Mitch was wearing only an apron, his back completely exposed, as he turned to flip a pancake.

There was music playing softly, which is why Mitch didn't hear Scott set his coffee and bag down.

Scott slowly walked over and then hugged Mitch from behind, feeling Mitch nearly jump out of his skin.

Mitch threw down his spatula with a yelp. "Holy shit!"

Scott chuckled, and kissed the side of Mitch's neck. "How is it possible for you to look so sexy doing such a simple task?"

"Probably because I'm half naked. Get off of me; I'll go put some pants on."

"Or you could... Not."

Mitch rolled his eyes, flipping a second pancake to check it, and then he scooped both up and put it on the stack he was making. "Scottie, move."

"But why? We're the only ones here. It's just me, Mitchie." Scott kissed his neck a few more times, up to his ear.

Mitch leaned into his lips a little, eyes slipping half shut. "Scott..."

"Hmm?" He hummed lowly, continuing what he was doing.

Mitch suddenly realized how hot the oven was that he was pressed against. "Wait--"

"Babe it's just me. You have nothing to be--"

"Ow, Scott! Move!"

Scott jumped back. "Shit, sorry. Fuck I'm so dumb, sorry."

Mitch was suddenly pressed against him again, but they were now pressed against the opposite counter. "Ow, fuck."

Scott eyed him as much as he could. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"No, no it wasn't you. Just the stove was on, and there's bacon in the oven, and this apron is kinda thin, and--"