the book of fluff (that usually isn't)

would you be so kind pt. 3

a couple of you requested this so

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The next morning was Saturday. When Mitch woke up in Scott's arms, he blushed furiously and tried to move away, but the sleeping Scott wouldn't have it. He whined loudly and pulled Mitch back in his arms, holding him protectively against his chest. Mitch blushed even more and hid his face in Scott's chest, but he soon peeked up at the blond and just stared. He wished more than anything that they could be together.

You never really know what it's like to have your heart broken until you're hopelessly in love with the one person you can't have. Mitch hadn't meant to fall in love with Scott, but he was just so blinded by his perfection that by the time he realized what was happening he was in too deep and now he couldn't get out. Mitch's heart totally, completely belonged to Scott. Every inch of Mitch was Scott's, and he hated that he had been touched by someone other than him. He could still feel that man's cold fingers along his skin. Mitch knew that if, somehow, for some reason, he ever got the courage to ask Scott out and, somehow, for some reason, he said yes, or Scott asked Mitch, he would give him everything he had. Heck, he already has. Mitch belonged to Scott, even though Scott would never belong to Mitch.

Mitch was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Scott slowly blink awake. The older boy smiled sleepily as he saw Mitch in his arms, but it turned into a small smirk as he saw the other boy was staring. "Mitchy?" Mitch jumped and his eyes abruptly focused, his cheeks flushing bright red as he realized he had been caught. "I'm- I'm sorry, I w-was just thinking and—"

Scott laughed, and Mitch died a little on the inside. "It's alright, Mitch. I'm kidding." Mitch breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing what he'd do if his love was mad at him. "I'm sorry..." he repeated quieter, looking down. Scott smiled and tilted Mitch's head up again, causing the younger boy's breathing to hitch and his heart rate to pick up about ten notches. "It's okay, Mitchy. I promise. You're nice to stare at too," he said, and Mitch blushed furiously, looking away. "No, I'm not."

Scott frowned. "Of course you are, Mitchy. You're beautiful."

Mitch blushed even more and subconsciously scratched at his wrists. "No, I'm not. I'm ugly."

Scott frowned even more and gently took Mitch's hands, kissing his fingers. "You're the opposite, honey."

"No. I'm fat and ugly and rude and disrespectful and stupid and selfish and an attention wh*re and a s—"

"No, darling. Please don't talk about yourself like that. You're absolutely perfect," Scott said gently, and Mitch's cheeks heated up yet again at the pet name. "I'm not," he whispered. "You are. You're the perfect one." Scott sighed and cupped Mitch's cheek, brushing his thumb over his skin. "I'm not perfect, honey." Mitch nodded, looking up at him. "Yes, you are. You're way more perfect than me. That's why—" He quickly cut himself off, his eyes wide with fear. Great. Scott frowned slightly, tilting his head. "Why what?" he asked curiously, but Mitch frantically shook his head. "N-Nothing. I- I shouldn't have said that."

"Why what, Mitchy?"

"N-Nothing, I swear. Nothing."

"Tell me."

"I'm in love with you." As soon as Mitch realized what he'd said, his eyes widened and his hands covered his mouth.

Scott stared for a long time, Mitch's words not fully registering. Tears filled Mitch's eyes when Scott didn't answer, his heart shattering all over again. He bit back a sob and got up, gathering his stuff. "I'm- I'm sorry, I'll go, I knew you couldn't love me," he whimpered, tears beginning to flow down his cheeks. Scott opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, then blurted, "Wait." Mitch sobbed, but stopped immediately, holding his books tightly against his chest in the hopes that they could protect him from Scott's wrath. "Please don't leave," Scott said quieter, his heart breaking for the poor boy in front of him. Mitch whimpered and tried to meet Scott's eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to look up. "Please come back, Mitchy. I- I know we only met a few days ago, but I've been thinking about you a lot recently and I really want you to be mine," Scott rushed out, but Mitch just laughed humorlessly, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. "I already am yours, Scott. Always have been, always will be. So congratulations, you have complete control over a worthless sl*t." Scott frowned and scrambled to stand. "Mitchy, you're not—"